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What happens when a pretend boyfriend wants more than make-believe? Find out in this Westmoreland novel from New York Times bestselling author Brenda Jackson!  

No red-blooded man turns down the chance to escort gorgeous Trinity Matthews—and Adrian Westmoreland is definitely red-blooded. For her, he'll pretend to be her man. But keeping his hands to himself? That is impossible. A Westmoreland always keeps his word, but how long before Adrian turns this fake affair into something real?

Can't get enough of the sexy Westmoreland brothers? Find out what kind of trouble Adrian's twin, Aidan, gets himself into in The Secret Affair. Available December 2014 from Harlequin Desire!

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A New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling and award-winning author of more than 100 romance titles, Brenda divides her time between family, writing and traveling . Readers may write Brenda at P.O. Box 28267, Jacksonville, Florida 32226, by email at WriterBJackson@aol.com or visit her website at brendajackson.net.

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"I understand you're in a jam and might need my help."

In a jam was putting it mildly, Trinity Matthews thought, looking across the table at Adrian Westmoreland.

If only what he'd said wasn't true. And.. if only Adrian wasn't so good-looking. Then thinking about what she needed him to do wouldn't be so hard.

When she and Adrian had first met, last year at his cousin Riley's wedding, he had been standing in a group of Westmoreland men. She had sized up his brothers and cousins, but had definitely noticed Adrian standing beside his identical twin brother, Aidan.

Trinity had found out years ago, when her sister Tara had married Thorn Westmoreland, that all Westmoreland men were eye candy of the most delectable kind. Therefore, she hadn't really been surprised to discover that Thorn's cousins from Denver had a lot of the same traits-handsome facial features, tall height, a hard-muscled body and an aura of primal masculinity.

But she'd never thought she'd be in a position to date one of those men-even if it was only a temporary ruse.

Trinity knew Tara had already given Adrian some details about the situation and now it was up to her to fill him in on the rest.

"Yes, I'm in a jam," Trinity said, releasing a frustrated breath. "I want to tell you about it, but first I want to thank you for agreeing to meet with me tonight."

He had suggested Laredo's Steak House. She had eaten here a few times, and the food was always excellent.

"No problem."

She paused, trying to ignore how the deep, husky sound of his voice stirred her already nervous stomach. "My goal," she began, "is to complete my residency at Denver Memorial and return to Bunnell, Florida, and work beside my father and brothers in their medical practice. That goal is being threatened by another physician, Dr. Casey Belvedere. He's a respected surgeon here in Denver. He-"

"Wants you."

Trinity's heart skipped a beat. Another Westmoreland trait she'd discovered: they didn't believe in mincing words.

"Yes. He wants an affair. I've done nothing to encourage his advances or to give him the impression I'm interested. I even lied and told him I was already involved with someone, but he won't let up. Now it's more than annoying. He's hinted that if I don't go along with it, he'll make my life at the hospital difficult."

She pushed her plate aside and took a sip of her wine. "I brought his unwanted advances to the attention of the top hospital administrator, and he's more or less dismissed my claim. Dr. Belvedere's family is well known in the city. Big philanthropists, I understand. Presently, the Belvederes are building a children's wing at the hospital that will bear their name. It's my guess that the hospital administrator feels that now is not the time to make waves with any of the Belvederes. He said I need to pick my battles carefully, and this is one I might not want to take on."

She paused. "So I came up with a plan." She chuckled softly. "Let me rephrase that. Tara came up with the plan after I told her what was going on. It seems that she faced a similar situation when she was doing her residency in Kentucky. The only difference was that the hospital administrator supported her and made sure the doctor was released of his duties. I don't have that kind of support here because of the Belvedere name."

Adrian didn't say anything for a few moments. He broke eye contact with her and stared down into his glass of wine. Trinity couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.

He looked back at her. "There is another solution to your problem, you know."

She lifted a brow. "There is?"

"You did say he's a surgeon, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I could break his hands so he'll never be able to use them in an operating room again."

She stared wide-eyed at him for a couple of seconds before leaning forward. "You're joking, right?"

"No. I am not joking. I'm dead serious."

She leaned back as she studied his features. They were etched with ruthlessness and his dark eyes were filled with callousness. It was only then that Trinity remembered Tara's tales about the twins, their baby sister, Bailey, and their younger cousin Bane. According to Tara, those four were the holy terrors of Denver while growing up and got into all kinds of trouble-malicious and otherwise.

But that was years ago. Now Bane was a navy SEAL, the twins were both Harvard graduates-Adrian obtained his PhD in engineering and Aidan completed medical school- and Bailey, the youngest of the four, was presently working on her MBA. However, it was quite obvious to Trinity that behind Adrian Westmoreland's chiseled good looks, irresistible charm and PhD was a man who could return to his old ways if the need arose.

"I don't think we need to go that far," she said, swallowing. "Like Tara suggested, we can pretend to be lovers and hope that works."

"If that's how you prefer handling it."

"Yes. And you don't have a problem going along with it? Foregoing dating other women for a while?"

He pushed his plate aside and leaned back in his chair. "Nope. I don't have a problem going along with it. Putting my social life on hold until this matter is resolved will be no big deal."

Trinity released a relieved sigh. She had heard that since he'd returned to Denver to work as one of the CEOs at his family-owned business, Blue Ridge Land Management, Adrian had acquired a very active social life. There weren't many single Westmoreland men left in town. In fact, he was the only one. His cousin Stern was engaged to be married in a few months; Bane was away in the navy and Aidan was practicing medicine at a hospital in North Carolina. All the other Westmoreland men had married. Adrian would definitely be a catch for any woman. And they were coming after him from every direction, determined to hook a Westmoreland man; she'd heard he was having the time of his life letting them try.

Trinity was grateful she wasn't interested. The only reason she and Adrian were meeting was that she needed his help to pull off her plan. In fact, this was the first time they had seen each other since she'd moved to Denver eight months ago. She'd known when she accepted the internship at Denver Memorial last year that a slew of her sister's Westmoreland cousins-in-law lived here. She had met most of them at Riley's wedding. But most lived in a part of Denver referred to as Westmoreland Country and she lived in town. Though she had heard that when Adrian returned to Denver he had taken a place in town instead of moving to his family's homestead, more for privacy than anything else.

"I think we should put our plan into action now," he said, breaking into her thoughts.

He surprised her further when he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips while staring deeply into her eyes. She tried to ignore the intense fluttering in her stomach caused by his lips brushing against her skin.

"Why are you so anxious to begin?"

"It's simply a matter of timing," he said, bringing her hand to his lips yet again. "Don't look now but Dr. Casey Belvedere just walked in. He's seen us and is looking over here."

Let the show begin.

Adrian continued to stare deep into Trinity's eyes, sensing her nervousness. Although she had gone along with Tara's suggestion, he had a feeling she wasn't 100 percent on board with the idea of pretending to be his lover.

Although Dr. Belvedere was going about his pursuit all wrong, Adrian could understand the man wanting her. Hell, what man in his right mind wouldn't? Like her sister, Tara, Trinity was an incredibly beautiful woman. Ravishing didn't even come close to describing her.

When he'd first met Tara, years ago, the first thing out of his mouth was to ask if she had any sisters. Tara had smiled and replied, yes, she had a sister who was a senior in high school with plans to go to college to become a doctor.

Jeez. Had it been that long ago? He recalled the reaction of every single man at Riley's wedding when Trinity had showed up with Thorn and Tara. That's when he'd heard she would be moving to Denver for two years to work at the hospital.

"Are you sure it's him?" Trinity asked.

"Pretty positive," he said, studying her features. She had creamy mahogany-colored skin, silky black hair that hung to her shoulders and the most gorgeous pair of light brown eyes he'd ever seen. "And it's just the way I planned it," he said.

She arched a brow. "The way you planned it?"

"Yes. After Tara called and told me about her idea, I decided to start right away. I found out from a reliable source that Belvedere frequents this place quite a bit, especially on Thursday nights."

"So that's why you suggested we have dinner here tonight?" she asked.

"Yes, that's the reason. The plan is for him to see us together, right?"

"Yes. I just wasn't prepared to run into him tonight. Hopefully all it will take is for him to see us together and-"

"Back off? Don't bank on that. The man wants you and, for some reason, he feels he has every right to have you. Getting him to leave you alone won't be easy. I still think I should just break his damn hands and be through with it."

"No."

He shrugged. "Your call. Now we should really do something to get his attention."

"What?"

"This." Adrian leaned in and kissed her.

Trinity was certain it was supposed to be a mere brush across the lips, but like magnets their mouths locked, fusing in passion so quickly that it consumed her senses.

To Trinity's way of thinking, the kiss had a potency that had her insides begging for more. Every part of her urged her to make sure this kiss didn't end anytime soon. But the clinking of dishes and silverware made her remember where they were and what they were doing. She slowly eased her mouth away from Adrian's.

She let out a slow breath. "I have a feeling that did more than get his attention. It might have pissed him off."

Adrian smiled. "Who cares? You're with me now and he won't do anything stupid. I dare him."

He motioned for the waiter to bring their check. "I think we've done enough playacting tonight," he said smoothly. "Ready to leave?"

"Yes."

Moments after taking care of their dinner bill, Adrian took Trinity's hand in his and led her out of the restaurant.

Two

So how did things go with Trinity last night?"

Adrian glanced up to see his cousin Dillon. The business meeting Dillon had called that morning at Blue Ridge Land Management had ended and everyone had filed out, leaving him and Dillon alone.

He'd never thought of Dillon as a business tycoon until Adrian had returned home to work for the company his family owned. That's when he got to see his Denver cousin in action, wheeling and dealing to maintain Blue Ridge's ranking as a Fortune 500 company. Adrian had always just thought of him as Dillon, the man who'd kept the family together after a horrific tragedy.

Adrian's parents, as well as his uncle and aunt, had died in a plane crash more than twenty years ago, leaving Dillon, who was the oldest cousin, and Adrian's oldest brother, Ramsey, in charge of keeping the family of fifteen West-morelands together. It hadn't been easy, and Adrian would be the first to confess that he, Aidan, Bane and Bailey, the youngest four, had deliberately made things hard. Coming home from school one day to be told they'd lost the four people who had meant the most to them had been worse than difficult. They hadn't handled their grief well. They had rebelled in ways Adrian was now ashamed of. But Dillon, Ramsey and the other family members hadn't given up on them, even when they truly should have. For that reason and many others, Adrian deeply loved his family. Especially Dillon, who had taken on the State of Colorado when it had tried to force the youngest four into foster homes.

"Things went well, I think," Adrian said, not wondering how Dillon knew about the dinner date with Trinity even when Adrian hadn't mentioned anything about it. Dillon spoke to their Atlanta cousins on a regular basis, especially Thorn Westmoreland. Adrian figured Tara had mentioned the plan to Thorn and he had passed the information on to Dillon.

"Glad to hear it," Dillon said, gathering up his papers. "Hopefully it will work. Even so, I personally have a problem with the hospital administrator not doing anything about Dr. Belvedere. I don't give a damn how much money his family has or that they have a wing bearing their name under construction at the hospital. Sexual harassment is sexual harassment, and it's something no one should have to tolerate. What's happening to Trinity shouldn't happen to anyone."

Adrian agreed. If he had anything to do with it, Trinity wouldn't have to tolerate it. "We'll give Tara's idea a shot and if it doesn't work, then-"

"Then the Westmorelands will handle it, Adrian, the right way…with the law on our side. I don't want you doing anything that will get you in trouble. Those days are over."

Adrian didn't say anything as he remembered those days. "I won't do anything to get into trouble." He figured it was best not to say those days were completely over, especially after the suggestion he'd made to Trinity about breaking Belvedere's hands…something he'd been dead serious about. "Do you know anyone in the Belvedere family?" he asked Dillon.

"Dr. Belvedere's older brother Roger and I are on the boards of directors of a couple of major businesses in town, but we aren't exactly friends. He's arrogant, a little on the snobbish side. I heard it runs in the family."

"Too bad," Adrian said, rising from his chair.

"The Belvedere family made their money in the food industry, namely dairy products. I understand Roger has political aspirations and will announce his run for governor next month."

"I wish him the best. It's his brother Casey that I have a problem with," Adrian said, heading toward the door. "I'll see you later."

An hour later Adrian had finished an important report his cousin Canyon needed. Both Canyon and another cousin, Stern, were company attorneys. So far, Adrian was the only one from his parents' side of the Westmoreland tree who worked for Blue Ridge, the company founded by his and Dillon's father more than forty years ago.

At present there were fifteen Denver Westmorelands of his generation. His parents, Thomas and Susan Westmoreland, had had eight kids: five boys-Ramsey, Zane, Derringer and the twins, Adrian and Aidan-and three girls-Megan, Gemma and Bailey.

His uncle Adam and aunt Clarisse had had seven sons: Dillon, Micah, Jason, Riley, Canyon, Stern and Bane. The family was a close-knit one and usually got together on Friday nights at Dillon's place for a chow-down, where they ate good food and caught up on family matters. Dates had kept Adrian from attending the last two, but now, since he was supposedly involved with Trinity, his dating days were over for a while.

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A Doctor's War - A Fight to the End!
By Love2Read
In this corner we have Dr. Adrian Westmoreland with a PhD in engineering and in the other corner is Dr. Casey Belvedere with a MD in medicine - who will win with Dr. Trinity Matthews at the end.

Dr. Belvedere wanted Trinity and he was not backing down until he got her. Since she was not willing to come to him, he decided to try and force her by harassing her into a sexual affair aka sexual harassment. Not so fast Doc B! To the rescue is a different kind of doctor that's handsome, charming and up for the fight is Dr. Adrian Westmoreland.

Trinity enlisted the help of Adrian with her difficult situation at work by pretending to be her boyfriend to ward off unwanted advances from her superior Dr. Belvedere. Easy right? Not so much. It gets complicated and the plot thickens. In the mist of the pretending, Adrian hadn't counted on his own attraction to Trinity. It was taking over his thoughts and his agenda to find a way to protect and have her himself. He is now asking himself, "What could be worst than wanting a woman and not being able to have her?" Sounds familiar - Yep! Now both men are fighting to have the same woman, one the right way and the other, the wrong way. Read this book to find out who goes down for the count. Get ready for combat.

By the way, this was a very entertaining and enjoyable read. I love it!!! I can't wait to read the next story about Aidan, it's going to be doubled the delight.

14 of 14 people found the following review helpful.
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By Lady Raven RAVE!
Length: 192 pages
Style: African American Romance
Story: FAIRLY GOOD
Intimacy: GOOD
Enjoyment: GOOD
Series: Westmoreland (book #28)

So many Westmoreland men to choose from, however, my absolute favorite is still Thorn, had to throw that in. You have to admit, Brenda Jackson knows how to connect her characters, and although it seems repetitive, it never gets old. The concept of this story had a simplicity to it. It seems so simple, nothing that wowed me, but I still enjoyed the story and the coming together of both Trinity and Adrian.

Adrian was a package to unwrap. He was sexy in every way, caring and about family. He came to Trinity's rescue, from a co worker at work who doesn't understand the word, no. Their plan, pretend to be in a relationship in hopes that this co worker would stand down. But somewhere along this pretend relationship, everything became real, thus Trinity and Adrian's steamy affair. Trinity's character was ok, spicy when she needs to be, but ok. Her interactions with Adrian made her likeable and they both had a good chemistry. I enjoyed most of the scenes, but the ending, I think it could have been more.

This series has come a long way and I'm glad to see it still standing. If you've read the Westmoreland series on the Harlequin Desire line, then you know what to expect. I do have to admit though, that the first set of Westmoreland men, there was an intensity about those brothers that can never be replaced or duplicated, nor do I think that is what the author is trying to do.

Overall, a nice quick read, that is likeable and also at times will bring a smile to your face.

11 of 11 people found the following review helpful.
Love is the real thing!
By Helen Slifer
The Real Thing
Harlequin Desire # 2287
March 2014
Brenda Jackson

The 12th book of the “Denver Westmoreland Family” series.

Trinity Matthews was working on her medical residency at the Denver Memorial Hospital. She was happy with her work until she started being harassed by Dr. Casey Belvedere, a surgeon on staff at the hospital. Trinity could think of a way to get him to leave her alone—Trinity and her sister Tara had thought that if Trinity could have a make-believe lover, maybe the doctor would back off. Tara thought that her husband’s cousin Adrian Westmoreland was just the one to stop the harassment by the doctor.

Adrian worked for Westmoreland family company in Denver and he had seen Trinity and his cousin Riley’s wedding last year and he was attracted to her. So when Tara asked if he could help discourage Dr. Belvedere, Adrian agreed to help Trinity.

Brenda Jackson brings emotion, attraction, and love to this new story of the Westmoreland family. Will Trinity and Adrian convince Dr. Belvedere that they are a couple? I enjoyed revisiting the Westmoreland family and I can’t wait for Aiden’s story “The Secret Affair” coming out September 2014.

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A husband for Christmas?  

Mitch Weston's back in Cowboy Creek, and self-proclaimed matchmaker Jed Garland has his single granddaughter Andi on his mind. Mitch is a lawman, good with the little ones and easy on the eyes. He and Andi were high school sweethearts, for heaven's sake! Why can't they see they're perfect for each other?  

Because Andi already lost one husband to a dangerous job, and now she's all about playing it safe, for her sake and her children's. Being a cop is everything to Mitch. After discovering Jed's plan, Mitch and Andi come up with their own: they'll pretend to get engaged and then break up due to irreconcilable differences. Jed's got his work cut out for him—because this match needs a Christmas miracle!

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Barbara White Daille lives with her husband in the wild Southwest, where they deal with lizards in the yard and scorpions in the bathroom. 

A writer since before she knew how to spell, Barbara loves creating home and family stories--with cowboys!--for Harlequin American Romance. When not writing, she can be found near books and chocolate. Please visit her at:  www.BarbaraWhiteDaille.com.

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With the finesse of a well-trained pickpocket, Mitch Weston snagged a carrot from the vegetable tray his mother was preparing. Of course, a skilled pickpocket wouldn't have been dumb enough to flash the stolen goods—at least, not until he put them up for sale on some street corner.

Mitch, on the other hand, chomped down on the carrot in full view of his mom.

"You don't eat enough," Nancy said.

"I do," he countered. "But I'm betting while I'm here, you're going to do your best to fatten me up."

In the two days he'd been home again, this was the first chance they'd had to talk alone, and he instinctively knew the direction she would take any private conversation between them.

With a long oak table large enough to fit the family, the kitchen didn't offer much room to hide. With his four younger brothers and sisters living at home, there wasn't much privacy in the entire house. And with the way he had been feeling lately, he'd rather have solitary confinement.

"Your father mentioned he'll try to be home early tonight for a change," Nancy said. "But you know how hard it is to get him away from the office. About as difficult as it is to get you back here for a visit."

His mom hadn't intended it, he knew, but her gentle nudging only reminded him he shouldn't be here now. It wasn't that he didn't love his family. He just didn't enjoy coming back to his hometown. And this time, he didn't want to think about the circumstances that had brought about his return. The disaster that had left him lying on a cold concrete floor next to his partner's body.

"I hope you won't have to rush off too soon."

He had missed Thanksgiving by just a few days, and already both she and his dad had hinted they hoped he'd stick around for Christmas. He hadn't had the heart to disillusion them. Hell, he didn't have a reason. Yet.

This enforced time away from the job could end in an instant. Before the holidays, he had appointments scheduled with both the surgeon who had patched up his knee and the department shrink who thought his mind needed some patching, too. Good reports from them would put him right back where he belonged.

Bending down, he kissed her temple. "Let's not get into my visits again right now, Mom, okay?"

"Your lack of visits, you mean." She shot him a glance from eyes the same shade of blue he'd inherited from her. Since he'd gotten his height from his dad, she had to reach up to rest her hand on his shoulder. "I'm worried about you, sweetheart. We're all worried about you."

"Don't be." Unable to handle seeing her tears, he turned to grab a stalk of celery he had no taste for. "I'll be fine in no time, just as soon as the last of the stitches dissolve."

Yeah, he'd be all fixed up and ready to get back to work.

Nancy returned to chopping vegetables. "You had a call while you were out to SugarPie's for coffee."

He tensed. "From the department?"

She shook her head. "No, from Jed Garland. He heard you were back in town and wants you to get in touch."

He nodded. As with most of the guys from his high school, he had once worked as a wrangler on Garland Ranch. He hadn't seen his old boss for a while…the same length of time he'd been away from his family. The look in Nancy's eyes said she'd just had a similar thought. That, and knowing why he'd returned now, added fresh layers of guilt.

"I'm surprised it took him this long to find out I'm back in town," he said. "He's usually right on top of everything that happens in Cowboy Creek. A regular old gossip, that's Jed."

To his relief, his mother laughed. "Gossip and more. He's in the matchmaking business now."

"What?"

"They've restored the Hitching Post's banquet hall and reopened the honeymoon cabins. Tina and Cole were married from the chapel in June. They're planning to hold the first guest wedding there around Christmas."

"Jed, a matchmaker," he said with a laugh. "Who'd have believed it? Then again, he's always had a knack with people." His former boss had always been there for him, too, especially in those days right out of school when Mitch felt he couldn't talk to his dad. "I should stop by and check in with him."

"You certainly should. He's eager to see you." She set the vegetable platter in the refrigerator. "And when I saw Paz at the L-G Store yesterday, I promised her some of the surplus I'd canned from my garden last fall. Just give me a few minutes to box up a few jars, and you can take them along with you."

Fighting yet more guilt about his need for space from his family, he nodded. He knew how much they all loved him, but he had to have a break from seeing them tiptoeing through the house and talking in hushed voices, as if they were attending a wake.

Yet why wouldn't they act that way in his company?

Thanks to him, a damned good cop was dead.

Later that afternoon, a warm one even for the tail end of November in New Mexico, Mitch parked near the barn on Garland Ranch. He found Jed Garland standing in the sunshine near the corral. As he loped across the yard toward his former boss, Jed smiled.

Since he'd last seen him, the other man's face had developed a few more wrinkles, and his hair had turned completely white. But he still had the same piercing blue eyes and the firmest handshake around.

"Good to see you again, boy." Jed's fingers kept his trapped for another long beat before he let go.

Mitch nodded. "You're looking good yourself. So is the Hitching Post. I see you've made some changes around here."

"Yep. Got the signpost redone and the whole place painted."

"Yeah, my mom said you're in the wedding business again."

"That we are." Jed's guileless expression put Mitch on alert. "We'll be all set whenever you're ready for our services."

"For a wedding?" Laughing, he shook his head. "Thanks, but I'm not the type to settle down."

"That's not what you once said about staying in Cowboy Creek, though, is it? You'd always planned to follow in your dad and granddad's footsteps and join the sheriff's department—yet you went and became a bigcity policeman."

"Yeah. I'm a big-time LA cop." Mitch said the words with a hint of bitterness backed by the knowledge of how drastically his plans had changed.

Jed nodded as if he'd read his mind, something he'd always been good at. Mitch found the trait much more disconcerting right this minute than he ever had years ago.

Probably because now he had things to hide.

"With your family's connection to the sheriff's department, I reckon it was a given you'd get involved in law enforcement even after you left town."

He nodded. "Upholding the family tradition." As he'd always known he would.

"Yep. Much as you liked horses and ranching, you never had a doubt about what you wanted to do."

"No." He still hadn't, but his decision now had repercussions he couldn't bring himself to confess to his parents or Jed. His long-held certainty, his downright arrogance that he could handle anything, had let him down when he'd needed it most. Clamping his jaws together, he hooked his biker boot on the lowest fence rung and stared across the corral.

"Let me say, son, I'm sorry about your troubles." Jed's clap on his shoulder hadn't lost any of its strength, either. "I can understand if you're finding your recuperation painful in more ways than one."

His vocal cords seized up, overpowered by the lump in his throat. Looked as though his former boss was still here for him.

Jed Garland was one mighty smart man, but he couldn't know about all his doubts. No one could.

Jed rested his forearms on the fence and linked his fingers together. "I'm sure you realize a man doesn't reach success without some failure along the way."

"Yeah," he said harshly, "but my failure resulted in someone dying."

"And in your line of work, you think that makes you stand out from the crowd?"

He shot a glance toward the other man. "You've been talking to my dad."

"'Course I have." Jed sighed. "I'm not saying what happened wasn't a tragedy. I'm not saying it's something you can ever shake off. But you're too good a cop—too good a man—not to get past this."

Looking away again, Mitch gripped the rail and squinted into the lowering sun. The bright light made his eyes water.

"Meanwhile," Jed said, "it's good you've come home."

"Temporarily." He hoped he sounded convincing. He lived and breathed law enforcement, had done ever since he was a kid watching his dad and grandpa pinning their badges to their uniforms. There was nothing else he wanted to do with his life. Nothing else he could do.

"You'll have to hang around till Pete and Cole get in from the northern pastures. And Paz will have my hide if I don't get you to stop in to see her. While you're here, you can say hello to the girls."

"The girls?" He gripped the rail even harder.

"Yeah. Tina started off handling the contractors for the upgrades to the Hitching Post, but Jane's been helping out since she moved in a few months ago. And now we've got a wedding booked, Andi's here to pitch in, too."

Jed's three granddaughters.

Tina had grown up on the ranch and become the bookkeeper for the hotel. Jane was a well-respected photo-journalist, originally based in New York. And Andi…

Andi was the reason he'd left Cowboy Creek.

"If I have to look at one more fabric swatch today, I may scream."

At her cousin's pronouncement, Andi Price forced a laugh.

The hotel and its dude ranch activities had always been a big draw for the guests, but their grandfather had recently decided to reopen the banquet hall with a focus on catering wedding receptions.

So far, the one wedding they had scheduled a few months earlier had been canceled, and the business was getting off to a slow start.

"What have you got to scream about?" she said to Jane, only half teasing. "I'm the one dealing with the bride-to-be."

"Otherwise known as Bridezilla. Sorry, cuz."

"Don't be." She sighed. "It's the truth. I should have known better than to agree to cater a wedding for the friend of a woman I barely know."

"Yeah. Especially one who wants everything wrapped up in a bow—within a month."

"I thought I was helping Grandpa and you and Tina."

"You are. In Grandpa's words, he's tickled we've got another wedding booked."

"I know." And she couldn't let him down.

The wedding receptions had always been their late grandmother's passion. They all knew Jed was determined to see that part of the business flourish again. As Jane had once said, it only made sense to capitalize on a hotel called the Hitching Post.

"Good thing Tina's around to help," Andi said. "But what would we both do without you?" Jane's career as a photojournalist gave her a good eye for envisioning just about anything. "You know you're the one with the talent for color and line."

"You're not doing badly with those yourself. And the designs you've come up with for the banquet hall are pure genius."

"Thanks. I've attended a lot of receptions and formal dinners since I got married." Thoughts of all the events she had attended once she'd become part of the affluent Price family now blended with other memories she tried not to dwell on. "Knowledge of fancy napkin folds comes with the territory," she attempted to say lightly.

"You're doing a lot more than arranging napkins." Jane tossed a sample book onto the pile with all the others. "But, though I hate to say this, there's an area where you're not doing such a great job."

"Really?" She frowned and looked at everything they had spread out on the tabletop. "What's that?"

"I wish I knew." Jane shook her head. "You've changed since you were here at the end of the summer. There's something bothering you. Don't ask me what, because I have no idea, but I think you ought to let me in on it. We didn't spend all those vacations and holidays together here for nothing, you know."

While their grandfather and cousin had always lived in Cowboy Creek, Jane and Andi had met up at the family ranch only on school breaks. Neither of them had ever stayed at Garland Ranch longer than a summer vacation—until now. Jane had returned only a few months ago to live here permanently.

Andi had come back to help get the new venture off the ground with this Christmas wedding—and for other reasons she tried to shove aside with her bittersweet memories. "Nothing's wrong. I just…felt the kids and I needed a change of scenery. When Grandpa asked me to handle this wedding while you and Tina focused on the business end of things, it seemed like the perfect time for a visit."

Jane's gray eyes narrowed. "Sorry, but I'm not buying that. It might be hard to handle the heat in Fountain Hills, Arizona, but the scenery there is even better than it is here."

"I don't live in Fountain Hills anymore," she said quietly.

"Oh. When you'd told me the other day you and the kids had moved to an apartment, you didn't mention it was in another town." Jane touched her wrist. "Andi, if there's anything I can do, any way I can give you a hand with something, just say the word. I've got some savings built up. I know Grandpa and my dad would help you out in a heartbeat. You know that, too. And wouldn't your mother-in-law be willing to pitch in?"

"It's not money."

Truthfully, it was money that worried her—not enough money and not enough life insurance to pay the mortgage. Grant had insisted they could afford the too-big house in their upscale area not far from his mother. With his salary included, they had gotten by. Without it, she had been forced to sell the home where both her children had lived since they'd been born. But she couldn't tell her mother-in-law Grant hadn't provided for his family.

Just as she couldn't reveal to anyone what Grant's real job had been. How did you explain to a man's family that he worked undercover for the CIA?

But now she could tell Jane the truth. Or part of it. "It's not money so much as the need to get some space from Grant's family."

"Things have gotten that bad between you?"

"No." Andi's eyes misted. "They're great." They just didn't know he had told them the same cover story she had told her family, that he worked for a computer company with customers and suppliers all over the world. "Ginnie's always been a fabulous mother-in-law, and everyone else in his family is wonderful. Except…he's been gone for over a year, and they all act as if he's just away on business and will walk in the door again any day now."

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These two are in for a whirlwind romance and I’m glad I went along for the ride. It’s a doozy.

I know when I open a book by Barbara White Daille, I’m in for a great read. This book was no different. It’s a sweet read with wonderful characters and an engaging storyline. I’m glad I got to read it.

Mitch certainly has his work cut out for him. Not only is he in law enforcement, but the woman he has his eye on isn’t wild about his job. But this guy isn’t a pushover. That’s what I liked about him. He wasn’t one to back down, especially when he knew what he wanted. It was sexy and understated.

Then there’s Andi. Oh, boy. She’s got baggage and fears–which made her very relatable–and a little… irksome. Now, this isn’t a bad thing. Have you ever had a friend who you wanted to help, but no matter what you said, she doesn’t always get the message? That’s how I felt about Andi. I could see what she wanted, what her kids needed and what would make her whole. I rooted for her because I could see a lot of my friends and myself in her.

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I had a hard time staying interested in this book. It was confusing. Mitch was a lawman and it seemed that he was all too aware that Andi's grandfather was playing matchmaker. half way thru the book it seemed to come as a shock to him. Also in the beginning he seemed hellbent on avoiding Andi then did a complete one eighty and came up with the lame idea of saying they were engaged then after one night it was over. It just didn't make much sense.

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HOW DO YOU GET A MAN TO PROPOSE WHEN HE THINKS OF YOU AS A SISTER? 

It would be a challenge—particularly since that man was steely tycoon Theron Anetakis. But Isabella Caplan had known from the moment she'd met Theron as a girl that she was meant for him, and he for her. And now she was going to make him realize it, too…by seducing him to one knee. 

But if becoming his bride came at the cost of his honor, could he forgive her? Could she forgive herself?

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Maya Banks lives in Southeast Texas with her husband and three children. When she’s not writing, she loves to hunt and fish, bum on the beach, play poker and travel.



Escaping into the pages of a book is something she’s loved to do since she was a child. Now she crafts her own worlds and characters and enjoys spending as much time with them as possible.


Carol Marinelli recently filled in a form asking for her job title. Thrilled to be able to put down her answer, she put writer. Then it asked what Carol did for relaxation and she put down the truth - writing. The third question asked for her hobbies. Well, not wanting to look obsessed she crossed the fingers on her hand and answered swimming but, given that the chlorine in the pool does terrible things to her highlights – I’m sure you can guess the real answer.

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Xheron Anetakis sifted through the mountain of paperwork his secretary had left on his desk for him to read, muttering expletives as he tossed letters left and right. Occasionally one would garner more than a brief glance and then he'd shove it to a separate pile of things requiring his attention. Others, he consigned to the trash can by his feet.

His takeover of the New York offices of Anetakis International hadn't been without its pitfalls. After the discovery that one of the staff members had been selling Anetakis hotel plans to a competitor, Theron and his brothers had cleaned house, hiring new staff. The culprit, Chrysander's former personal assistant, was behind bars after a plea bargain. They had been leery of replacing her and allowing another employee unfettered access to sensitive company information, but in the end, Theron had opted to bring in his secretary from the London office. She was older, stable and most importantly, loyal. Though after the debacle with Roslyn, none of the Anetakis brothers were keen to trust another employee implicitly.

Theron's arrival from London had been met by a pile of documents, contracts, messages and e-mails. Two days later, he was still trying to make sense of the mess. And to think his secretary had already weeded out the majority of the clutter.

He paused over one letter addressed to Chrysander and almost tossed it as junk mail, but yanked it back into his line of vision when he saw what it said. His brow furrowed deeper as he scanned the page, and stretched out his other hand for the phone.

Uncaring of the time difference, or that he would probably wake Chrysander, he punched in the number and waited impatiently for the call to go through. He spared a brief moment of guilt that he would also be disturbing Marley, Chrysander's wife, but hopefully he would pick up the phone before it wakened her.

"This better be damn good," Chrysander growled in a sleepy voice.

Theron didn't waste time with pleasantries. "Who the hell is Isabella?" he demanded.

"Isabella?" There was no doubt as to the confusion in Chrysander's voice. "You're calling me at this hour to ask me about a woman?"

"Tell me…" Theron shook his head. No, Chrysander wouldn't be unfaithful to Marley. Whatever this woman was to Chrysander, it must have been before he met Marley. "Just tell me what I need to know in order to get rid of her," Theron said impatiently. "I've a letter here informing you of her progress, whatever the hell that means, and that she's graduated successfully." Theron's lips thinned in disgust. "Theos, Chrysander. Isn't she a bit young for you to have been involved with?"

Chrysander exploded in a torrent of Greek, and Theron held the phone from his ear until the storm calmed.

"I do not like your implication, little brother," Chrysander said in an icy voice. "I am married. Of course I am not involved with this Isabella." And then Theron heard Chrysander's sharp intake of breath. "Bella. Of course," he murmured. "I'm not thinking clearly at this hour of the night."

"And I repeat, who is this Bella?" Theron asked, his patience running out.

"Caplan. Isabella Caplan. Surely you remember, Theron."

"Little Isabella?" Theron asked in surprise. He hadn't remembered her at all until Chrysander mentioned her last name. An image of a gangly, preteen girl with po-nytails and braces shot to mind. He'd seen her a few times since, but he honestly couldn't conjure an image. He remembered her being shy and unassuming, always trying to fade into the background. She'd been at his parents' funeral, but he'd been too consumed with grief to pay attention to the young woman. How old would she have been then?

Chrysander chuckled. "She's not so little anymore. She will have just graduated. Was doing quite well. Intelligent girl."

"But why are you getting a report on her?" Theron asked. "For God's sake, I thought she might be a former mistress, and the last thing I wanted was her causing trouble for Marley."

"While your devotion to my wife is commendable, it's hardly necessary," Chrysander said dryly. Then he sighed. "Our obligation to Bella had temporarily slipped my mind. My focus of late has been on Marley and our child."

"What obligation?" Theron asked sharply. "And why haven't I heard of this before?"

"Our fathers were longtime friends and business partners. Her father extracted a promise from our father that if anything should ever happen to him that Isabella would be looked after. Our father preceded her father in death, so I assumed responsibility for her welfare when her father also passed away."

"Then you should know that, according to this letter, she's arriving in New York two days from now," Theron said.

Chrysander cursed. "I can't leave Marley right now."

"Of course you can't," Theron said impatiently. "I'll take care of it. But I need details. The last thing you need right now is to be saddled with another concern. New York is my responsibility. I'll count this as yet another problem I've inherited when we traded offices."

"Bella won't be any problem. She's a sweet girl. All you need to do is help her settle her affairs and make sure her needs are provided for. She doesn't gain full control of her inheritance until she's twenty-five or she marries, whichever happens first, so in the meantime Anetakis International acts as the trustee. As you are now the New York representative of Anetakis, that makes you her guardian of sorts."

Theron groaned. "I knew I should have bloody well made Piers take over the New York office."

Chrysander laughed. "This will be a piece of cake, little brother. It shouldn't take you long at all to make sure she's settled and has everything she needs."

* * *

Isabella Caplan had no sooner made it past the airport security checkpoint when she saw a man in a chauffeur's uniform holding a sign with her name on it.

She held up a hand in a wave and made her way over. To her surprise, two other men stepped forward to flank her. Her confusion must have showed because the chauffeur smiled and said, "Welcome to New York, Ms. Caplan. I'm Henry, your driver for today, and these gentlemen are from Mr. Anetakis's security detail."

"Uh, hi," she said.

"I've arranged for someone to collect your luggage from baggage claim," Henry said as he herded her toward the exit. "It will be delivered to the hotel shortly."

Outside, one of the security men held the limousine door open for her then got in after her, while the second climbed into the front seat with Henry. Privacy wasn't in the cards, and what she really wanted to do was wilt all over her seat.

Isabella leaned back as the limousine pulled away from the passenger pickup area en route to Imperial Park, the hotel owned by the Anetakis brothers. Chry-sander had arranged a suite anytime she visited New York, not that it had occurred often.

This trip had been planned as nothing more than a brief stopover on her way to Europe, a fact she'd apprised Chrysander of in her correspondence. All of that had changed the minute she'd received a terse missive from Theron Anetakis informing her that he was now overseeing her affairs, and he would meet briefly with her in New York to make sure she had everything she needed for her trip abroad.

He didn't know it yet, but her trip was a thing of the past. She was going to stay in New York…indefinitely.

The limousine pulled up in front of the hotel and ground smoothly to a halt. Her door opened, and the security guard who'd ridden in front extended his hand to assist her out. Once inside the lobby, she was ushered immediately to her suite, bypassing the front desk altogether.

Within ten minutes, her luggage was delivered to her room along with a bouquet of flowers and a basket filled with an assortment of snacks and fruits.

If that wasn't enough, just as she settled onto the couch to kick off her shoes and catch her breath, another knock sounded. Grumbling under her breath, she went to open the door and found another hotel employee standing there. He extended a smooth, cream-colored envelope.

"A message from Mr. Anetakis."

She raised an eyebrow. "Which Mr. Anetakis?"

The young man looked discomfited. "Theron."

She smiled, thanked him and then closed the door. She turned the envelope over and lightly ran her finger over the inscription on the front. Isabella Caplan. Had he written it himself?

Experiencing a moment of silliness, she brought the paper to her nose, hoping to catch his smell. There. Light but undeniably his scent. She remembered it as though it were yesterday. He obviously still wore the same cologne.

She broke open the seal and pulled the card from the envelope. In a distinctly masculine scrawl, he'd written his instructions for her to come to his office the next morning.

An amused smile curved her lips. As arrogant as she remembered. Summoning her like a wayward child. At least Chrysander had dropped by her suite to check in on her. But then she'd been a mere eighteen, and he'd also provided a veritable nanny to chaperone her for her visit to the city.

She'd be more than happy to meet Theron on his terms. It would make it that more satisfying to rock him back on his heels. The basis for her big trip to Europe had been solely because that was where Theron lived. Or had lived. When Chrysander married, he and his wife moved to his Greek island on a permanent basis. Which meant that Theron had moved a lot closer to Isabella. Finally.

The trip to Europe was off. Her seduction of Theron was on.

She sank onto the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table. Vibrant red toenail polish flashed in front of her as she wiggled her toes. The delicate ankle bracelet flashed and shimmered with the movement of her foot.

Theron had only gotten more gorgeous over the last few years. He'd lost the youthful handsomeness and replaced it with raw masculinity. While she'd been waiting to grow up so she could stake her claim, he'd only become more desirable. More irresistible. And she'd only fallen more in love with him.

It wouldn't be easy. She didn't imagine he'd fall readily into her arms. The Anetakis brothers were hard. They could have any woman they wanted. They were ruthless in business, but they were also loyal, and honor was everything.

The phone rang, and she sighed in aggravation. The phone was across the room, and she was quite comfortable on the couch. Shoving herself up, she stumbled over to answer it.

"Hello?"

There was a brief silence. "Ms. Caplan—Isabella."

She recognized the accented English, and a thrill skirted down her spine. It wasn't Chrysander, and given that Piers was out of the country and had never so much as had a conversation with Isabella, it could only be Theron.

"Yes," she said huskily, hoping her nervousness wasn't betrayed.

"This is Theron Anetakis. I was calling to make sure you made it in okay and are settling in with no difficulty."

"Thank you. Everything is fine."

"Is the suite to your liking?"

"Yes, of course. It was kind of you to reserve it for me."

"I didn't reserve it," he said impatiently. "It's my private suite."

She looked around with renewed interest. Knowing that she was staying where Theron spent a lot of his time gave her a decadent thrill.

"Then where are you staying?" she asked curiously. "Why would you give up your suite?"

"The hotel is undergoing renovations. The only available suite was…mine. I'm temporarily taking a different room."

She laughed. "I could have taken other accommodations. There was no need for you to move out for me."

"A few days won't make a difference," he said. "You should be comfortable before your trip to Europe."

She swallowed back the denial that she would be going to Europe. No sense in putting him on guard as soon as she arrived. There'd be plenty of time to apprise him of her change in plans. Mainly when he had no chance of talking her out of it.

A mischievous smile curved her lips. "I received your summons."

He made a sound of startled exclamation that sounded suspiciously like an oath. "Surely I didn't sound so autocratic, Ms. Caplan."

"Please, call me Isabella. Or Bella. Surely you remember when we weren't so formal? Granted it's been a few years, but I haven't forgotten a single thing about you."

There was an uncomfortable silence. And then, "All right, Isabella."

"Bella, please."

"All right.Bella," he conceded.

He made an exasperated sound in her ear and then said, "Now what was it we were discussing again?"

He sounded distracted, and though he was unfailingly polite, she knew he wanted rid of her as soon as possible. She grinned. If he only knew…

"We were discussing your autocratic demand for me to appear at your office tomorrow."

"It was a request, Bella," he said patiently.

"And of course I will honor it. Shall we say ten in the morning then? I'm a bit tired, and I'd like to sleep in."

"Of course. Don't overtax yourself. Order in room service tonight for dinner. Your expenses are being taken care of."

Of course. She hadn't expected anything less and knew better than to argue. The Anetakis brothers were thorough if nothing else. And very serious about their perceived obligations.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," she said.

He uttered an appropriate goodbye, and she hung up the phone. A smile popped her lips upward as she hugged her midsection in delight. Oh, she'd planned to pay him a visit the next day, all right.

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  • Published on: 2011-01-04
  • Format: Large Print
  • Original language: English
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  • Dimensions: 6.62" h x .67" w x 4.21" l, .25 pounds
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Jenna Pearson is hard-working and ambitious - but has fallen flat on her face in her career. With a yearning for her hometown community and a former love, but little courage to face her past, she reluctantly returns home to try to revive her party-planning business. When her supposedly sordid past--not of her making - rises to taunt her, the old boyfriend, good-lucking Stockton Grisham, helps Jenna successfully face her past. Prolific romance writer Shirley Jump has again created a great romantic story set in small-town America, more specifically Indiana.
As Jenna prepares to leave her hometown to return to New York City, her sizzling attraction to Stockton presents a believable conflict. Years ago he left her behind. Should she do the same now? Jump has created a believable heroine torn by loyalties to herself and her past.

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The wealthiest of enemies may seduce the ranch right out from under her! 

Cassidy Morgan wasn't raised a crybaby. So when her father dies and leaves the family ranch vulnerable to takeover by an Okie gazillionaire with a grudge, she doesn't shed a tear—she fights back. 

But Chance Barron, the son of said gazillionaire, is a too-sexy adversary. In fact, it isn't until Cassidy falls head over heels for the sexy cowboy-hat-wearing attorney that she even finds out he's the enemy. Now she needs a plucky plan to save her birthright. But Chance has another trick up his sleeve, putting family loyalties—and passion—to the ultimate test.

  • Sales Rank: #1480912 in Books
  • Published on: 2015-01-06
  • Original language: English
  • Number of items: 1
  • Dimensions: 6.57" h x .50" w x 4.21" l, .0 pounds
  • Binding: Mass Market Paperback
  • 192 pages

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Silver James likes walks on the wild side and coffee. Okay. She LOVES coffee. Warning: Her Muse, Iffy, runs with scissors. A cowgirl at heart, she’s also been an Army officer’s wife and mom, and has worked in the legal field, fire service, and law enforcement. Now retired from the real world, she lives in Oklahoma and spends her days writing with the assistance of her two Newfoundland dogs, the cat who rules them all, and the myriad characters living in her imagination.

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Chance Barron always knew exactly what he wanted. At the moment, he'd set his sights on the attractive blonde sitting at the hotel bar.

The late-March blizzard had shut down Chicago O'Hare Airport, and he wasn't going anywhere in a hurry. The weather service predicted the storm would blow over by morning, and he'd be on the first flight back to Oklahoma City. In the meantime, there was a pretty little gal all alone knocking back martinis like water. She'd twisted her hair up on top of her head and secured it with something that looked like a chopstick. Her face remained angled away from him, but the graceful curve of her jaw and neck had him noticing her profile. The red jacket and black slacks showed fashion flair and, despite the snow, she sported boots with impossible heels.

He studied her like she was evidence in a hotly contested case and debated how to phrase his opening argument. She ordered another martini and when the drink was served, he watched her long fingers play with the plastic pick and all but gulped as her full lips slid over the ripe, green olive stuffed with a cocktail onion. His groin tightened as his mind conjured up sexy images. A one-night stand wouldn't hurt, and he'd certainly be in a better mood to deal with the old man when he got home.

Thoughts of his father, Cyrus Barron, intruded at the worst possible times. Probably because he was a force of nature. Oil. Land and cattle. Politics and media. Name the pie, and Chance's old man owned most of it. Too bad he was such a jackass. He delighted in setting his spurs in the hides of his sons, and Chance was no exception. He had his own law firm, though the family was a big client. He certainly wasn't in charge of the ranch's breeding program but his father had sent him on a fool's errand looking for a stud colt that didn't exist in the state of Illinois. And now he was stuck in the Windy City during a freak March blizzard.

The waitress approached, an interested smile curling her lips. He declined her offer for a refill and handed her a crisp fifty dollar bill to cover his tab and tip. "Keep the change, hon," he drawled. He slid out of the booth and homed in on the bar—only to realize his quarry had escaped.

"Damn." His muttered curse was lost in the clatter of glasses and hum of conversation as he pushed toward the exit. She couldn't have gone far. He'd find her and argue his case for keeping each other warm tonight.

Cassidy Morgan leaned against the window in the hotel lobby, her cell phone pressed to her ear. Outside, fat cotton balls of snow drifted across her view—like staring into the heart of a giant snow globe. Dizzy and a tad claustrophobic, her equilibrium thrown off both physically and emotionally, she closed her eyes.

"I'm not going to make it in time, am I?" The words spoken quietly into the phone were ripped from the depths of her soul.

"No, darlin'." Baxter "Boots" Thomas didn't believe in sugarcoating things. "The doctors don't know how he's hung on this long."

She heard the muted sounds from the heart and respiration monitors beeping in the silence that followed on the other end of the line. And she recognized both the exhaustion and surrender in the voice of her father's best friend.

"Will you put the phone next to his ear? I know he can't hear me but… " Her throat closed, and she blinked hard to clear her vision. She pictured Boots's actions from the rustling sounds and then she heard his muffled, "Go ahead."

She talked. She reminisced. In the end, her voice broke and she cried. When her mother died of pneumonia, Cassie had been three, so young the emotional pain was lost on her. But this? This hurt far more than she had ever imagined it could. She wanted to be there. Wanted to hold his hand as he passed. He'd always been there for her. And she'd always managed to fail him, the disappointment in his eyes apparent to her every time she'd seen him over the past ten years.

Her father's voice whispered in her ear. "Cowgirls don't cry, baby. Ya gotta pick yourself up and ride."

She blinked against the stinging tears and felt his sharply indrawn breath all the way to her toes. Then silence. He was gone. That quickly. Two blinks of her eyelids, his sharply indrawn breath, and the great bear of a man who'd been her father existed no more.

"You okay, baby girl?" Boots was back on the line.

Cass dashed at her eyes with the back of her hand. Hell no, she wasn't okay. But she had to be. She had to take care of things. Whether she wanted to or not. "I'll be there as soon as possible, Uncle Boots. I'm stuck here until the blizzard lets up. Couldn't even get back to my apartment, so I'm spending the night in a hotel here at O'Hare." Her voice remained steady. She couldn't lose it. Not yet.

"I'll be on the first flight out in the morning. I'll call to give you my arrival time." She cleared the lump forming in her throat. "Will you call the funeral home for me? To pick him up. I… Don't let them cremate him until I get there, Uncle Boots. I…I need to see him. To say goodbye. Okay?"

"Sure, baby girl. I'll take care of it."

"You know where he stashed the good stuff. Go home and toast the stubborn old coot for me."

"Sure thing, sugar. Now get your tail home. We've got work to do."

"I love you, Uncle Boots."

"Love you, too, baby girl."

She tapped the red end call bar on her phone and slipped it into her pocket. Damn, damn, damn. How could she absorb the enormity of this event and not let it drive her to her knees? She closed her eyes against the prickle of tears. She didn't cry. Not in public. Hadn't she learned that from her dad? Cowgirls were tough. Well, dammit, she wasn't a cowgirl. Not anymore. Not for a long time. Cass continued to rest her hot forehead against the cool glass.

She'd left the ranch behind ten years ago. With dreams of making her mark, she'd chased life in the big city, where stars in the night sky were outshone by light from skyscraper windows, and the rumble of traffic sounded like far-off thunder.

Ranch life was hard. Early mornings. Late nights. Worrying about the weather—searing heat, freezing cold, too much rain or not enough. Early frosts. Diseases that could wipe out a herd in a heartbeat. Rodeo was even harder. Her dad had loved the rodeo. She had, too, once upon a time when she was a little girl insulated from the reality of it all.

Cass did not want to go home. She didn't want to say goodbye to the man against whom she measured every boyfriend. Even hurting him as she had, and regardless of his disappointment in the choices she made, he had continued to love her. And now her dad was gone.

She squared her shoulders and decided she needed to go to bed, despite the allure of another martini. Or a bottle of whiskey. Not that it would help. Booze wouldn't touch the ache in her heart, wouldn't numb the pain like a shot of Novocain administered to an abscessed tooth. That's what her heart felt like. A deep, throbbing abscess full of decay and vile selfishness. She hadn't been back home for a year. And now it was too late.

She reconsidered getting another drink. Or ordering a bottle from room service. She knew that wasn't the answer. Plus, there were other drawbacks. Fighting the crowd at the airport and dealing with things at home while nursing a hangover just didn't appeal.

Cass turned—and buried her nose in a starched white shirt.

"Easy, darlin'."

The man's large hands gripped her biceps and kept her upright despite the fact her knees had turned to jelly. She tilted her head to look up. Quite a ways up. She took in the chiseled jaw shadowed by dark stubble, eyes the color of amber and dark hair—thick, silky and worn just a little long so that it caressed the man's wide forehead and kissed the collar of his crisp shirt. She swallowed. Hard.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were standing there." At least she didn't stammer. Two points for her. But she cringed inside at how breathless her voice sounded. It was surprise. That's all. She didn't want or need the complication presented by this sexy man right now.

"S'okay, hon. I didn't mean to scare you."

She backed away from him and shook his hands free. "Scare me?" Her brow quirked as she lifted her chin. "I don't scare, mister." Now that she had a good look at him, her brows narrowed in speculation. "You look sort of familiar. Have we met before?"

Cass managed not to blush as those wolf-like eyes traveled over her body from head to toe and back again. A smile she could only describe as appreciative spread across his full lips.

"Honey, as beautiful as you are, I'm sure I'd remember." He held out his hand as if to introduce himself but was interrupted when the theme song from the old television show Rawhide emanated from his pocket, startling them both.

A look of anger flashed across his face, and he muttered something that sounded like, "Dammit, I'm busy."

Busy? She stepped back, putting more space between them. For an insane moment, she wondered if he was stalking her. She'd noticed a man in the bar watching her. This guy fit the general description even though the corners of the place were dark, and he'd remained in the shadows.

He fitted a smile on his face but was interrupted again. This time his phone erupted with the sounds of a siren. People stopped, turned and stared. She stepped back farther.

"That sounds like an emergency," she hinted.

Chance fumbled in his jacket pocket and found the blasted phone. He planned to cheerfully kill whichever brother had reprogrammed his ring tones. Stabbing at the screen, he growled, "What!" He held up an index finger to indicate it would be a short conversation, hoping she'd stay.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?"

Chance could feel his brother's smirk through the phone. "It's always a bad time when you call, Cord. Tell the old man not even he can control the weather. I'm stuck in Chicago until this freaking blizzard blows over."

Chance barely listened, his attention focused on the blonde. Something in her expression captured his interest. Every time she blinked, her lashes appeared to leave bruises under her eyes. He peered closer and noticed the dark circles marring the delicate skin. Sadness. That's what he saw on her face and in her eyes.

"Chancellor! Are you even listening to me?"

"No." Not even the use of his full name could distract him.

"Well, you better. He called a family meeting for tomorrow. Clay is flying in from Washington. The old man tried to send one of the planes for you, but every pilot on staff refused to fly because of the weather. Pissed him off to no end, but he couldn't fire all of them."

Chance resisted the urge to scrub at his forehead. The old man's temper and propensity for firing people kept Chance hip deep in fixing the messes made by his father. In fact, he cleaned up all the predicaments his family got embroiled in. It was his duty, according to Cyrus Barron, and part of the price to pay for being a member of one of Oklahoma's richest and most powerful families. The perks of being a Barron were many, so Chance paid the dues.

"I have a seat on the first flight out in the morning. Any clue about the hornet's nest we're walking into?"

"Trouble with a capital T. The old man's worn a path in the carpet from all his pacing. He keeps muttering something about 'that old bastard thinks he can outsmart me by dying' with a lot more choice cuss words sprinkled liberally throughout. He had a map spread out on the conference table, so I have the feeling he's in acquisition mode and isn't going to take no for an answer."

"So what else is new?" The rhetorical nature of the question was lost on Cord. Chance resisted the urge to hang up on his brother as he continued to watch the girl. He liked her looks, but the playboy side of his brain told him to run. The abiding sorrow in her eyes boded nothing but trouble—and entanglements. With his father on the warpath, he couldn't afford either one. He tuned back in to his brother's voice.

"It's not enough that Clay is a senator. The old man is bugging Chase to run for governor next year."

This was a conversation he didn't want a stranger to overhear. He turned his back and stepped a few feet away. "Chase? In politics? Oh hell, no. Trouble follows him like an ambulance-chasing lawyer. The old man must be losing his grip on reality."

"Hey, at least he's not after you or me, bro."

Chance snorted. "I had that conversation with the old man when I was twelve."

Cord laughed again, harder this time. "Yeah, I remember that. You couldn't sit a saddle for almost a week after he finished tanning your hide with that switch. And he got back at you by making you go to law school."

Chance turned around just in time to see his plans evaporate behind the elevator doors. He laughed as he saw the woman lean over to continue watching him until the doors closed. His intellect remained curious about her. His body had a more basic interest involving naked skin and sheets. He could still smell the scent of her perfume, or shampoo or simply her. Almonds, orange and a hint of cinnamon—the fragrance as distinctive as the woman. With a frustrated snarl, he focused on his brother's voice yammering in his ear.

"The old man is livid, Chance. I've never seen him like this. Not even when Tammy ran off with the foreman. I'm worried he's actually going to stroke out."

Chance rolled his eyes. Tammy was wife number six. Or seven. Half his father's age and built like Dolly Parton, she'd turned her charms on the ranch foreman and convinced him to take off with her. The Barrons owned the two major papers in Oklahoma so she'd threatened to go to the tabloids with fabricated family secrets. She would sink to that level to cause a scandal. As the family lawyer, Chance negotiated a monetary settlement to avoid the nuisance and filed the divorce papers while the ink was still wet on her signature.

"So what the hell's going on, Cord? You just cost me a roll in the hay. There'd better be a damn good reason for the old man's fit."

"Does the name Ben Morgan mean anything to you?"

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I loved this little book! Cassie is sweet and stubborn and Chance a smooth talker. I wanted to bean Chance on the head a few times but he got it right in the end. Can't wait for the next Red Dirt Royalty book!

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Red Dirty Royalty just Met Red Dirt Reality
By M. Varhalmi
Silver James is one of my go-to authors when I'm feeling down or tired or just want to be entertained. Her prose and storytelling suck me right in no matter what she writes about. I'm not usually a fan of contemporary romance, but Ms. James drags me in and keeps me interested until the very last page. This book, the first in the Red Dirt Royalty series, equally pissed me off and made me cry at the sweetness of the tale. Her hero wasn't very heroic for most of the tale, a quality that bit him in the hindquarters near the end of the book. I still think Cassidy should have made him grovel more, but he got his comeuppance and started the problems for his older brother, too. Just you wait for The Cowgirl's Little Secret. :D Good tale and this was my all time favorite line: "She had to be as crazy as a grasshopper sunbathing on a red ant pile." Aw yeah.

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Cowgirls Don't Cry - Captivating Read
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Silver James is another first time author for me, and "Cowgirls Don' t Cry" (Red Dirt Royalty Series) sure caught my attention. An emotional ride into the cowboy country, one sassy and tenacious cowgirl lassoing a rich cowboy turned attorney, was one hot bumpy gallop into the romantic sunset.

Cassidy Morgan is reeling under the death of her father, a father she had not seen for a year, a father that she believed was disappointed in her choice of life, and a father who lover her death and wanted to give her a legacy to move forward. And that very legacy is now threatened for foreclosure by an avenging gazillionaire, with an old debt to be settled with her father. Chance meeting with Chance Barron, has Cassidy losing her heart before she comes to know his true identity and Cassidy has only herself to rely on to take care of mess.

As the son of the said gazillionaire, and attorney, Chance Barron sees Cassidy by chance and is enthralled by her. He falls hard and fast and furious for Cassidy. But when the nasty reality of what his father wants to accomplish hits him, he refuses to heed his father's warnings and betray the woman he has fallen in love with. But can he withstand the onslaught of his father's rage and loss?

This is one fast paced ride as the courageous and smart Cassidy thinks outside the box to solve her problems, and a sexy and super smart attorney making sure he paves the way for the love of his life to win the war. Chance is one imperfect guy who is torn between the father and his ladylove, loyalty and love, right and wrong, and is smart enough to make the right decision when the time came. Cassidy is just an amazing firecracker of a cowgirl who never calls it quits and makes her father proud by taking care of the ones that matter in life and saving the ranch.

A definite great read and a definite encore of Silver James in my future reading list

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