Steering clear of the rancher was going very well, she told herself. Not that she had had her resolve challenged or anything. She hadn't even seen him all day. And most importantly she hadn't thought of him.Evening was almost over, about six hours since she left the pub with her resolution set in plaque and laminated in perspex. She had spent the hours sleeping, and then waking to stream a long movie, while simultaneously on a call with her friends.Now that the movie was done, a complete flop from the last one in the franchise, and her friends were gone, she realized she had nothing much else to do. Partly, she yearned for some hustle and bustle and wished she had picked a house in town. But that thought was only for a moment. Who was she kidding, she wouldn't trade this peace and quiet for something else. She got enough hustle and bustle from the city and her apartment building, which was right in the penumbra of the metropolis. When was the last time she could hear her own breath
This ebook is copyright material and must not be copied, reproduced, transferred, distributed, leased, licensed or publicly performed or used in any way except as specifically permitted in writing by the publishers, as allowed under the terms and conditions under which it was purchased or as strictly permitted by applicable copyright law. Any unauthorised distribution or use of this text may be a direct infringement of the author’s and publisher’s rights and those responsible may be liable in law accordingly.The Rancher's HeartCopyright © InamorataFeels 2022This novel is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidentalBlurb:Looking to get over a betrayal and layoff, Everest Prue Camara goes to the small town of Lucerne-Alpane County to find recluse, and hopefully, discover a new passion. When fate puts her up as a neighbour with a single father, Everest is determin
The anger of the late afternoon rain matched Everest Camara's mood. Given that the sky has opened up just about the start of her emotional state, she was inclined to think Earth was in support of her. The last thought drew a recumbent sigh out of her glistening lips. If only it could help her.She stared hard at the cold cup of water within her fingers' reach with unseeing eyes. Since she had received the news, her mood had become unbalanced. It was a wonder she had even managed to drive herself home in one piece. Thinking about the news again, the emotional onslaught washed over her anew. A hole was forming in her heart, a hole yearning to be filled by revenge. The feeling of being taken for a fool and cheated had ebbed on the drive home. Now what filled her very pores was quaking anger and thirst for vengeance.Garth Rementer was a premium jerk and asshole. His architecture firm, Arnex, couldn't have made it to where it was currently without her, and he knew it. She had been the o
It was bleeding hot when Everest stepped out of Lucerne-Alpane train station. The time was just a little past one, according to the station clock, and she was tired from the long flight and train ride.She cursed lightly as the sun rays touched her skin, heating it up. She shielded her face with a hand and dragged her large suitcase with the other.Looking around to see people in baseball caps and sunhats, she wished she had had the foresight to get one too. Not that she was entirely at fault, it had been raining like Noah's prophecy where she came from.Now, where was that landlady woman? She squinted and looked around the dusty landscape. The front of Lucerne-Alpane train station was a dry, desert-sque piece of land, barren of vegetation and moisture. Tiny knock-up kiosks littered the area, most of them announcing their services in garish Day-Glo.None of the women she saw resembled the landlady or dressed the way she had been expecting. She had seen the woman's profile picture on
"Mhmm," the woman hummed in reply, turning the truck down a sharp curve on the road.They had been coasting by open field plantations and farms but had now come unto civilization. The orange dirt roads gave way to dark tarmac and the greenery was replaced with buildings and cars. And the noise. Clearly, they were in town now.She watched as people milled and bustled about the town. It was way different yet so similar to the city. Minus the highrises and skyscrapers.They passed by restaurants, gated office buildings and computer villages as Bonnie Casss briefed her about the small town of Lucerne-Alpane. A valley land and the third largest town in the county. Population of roughly three thousand eight hundred people. Three elementary schools, two high schools, a polytechnic, college of education and a few other educational establishments. Famous for the occupation of animal husbandry with the largest animal farm being the ranch down her rent house side. It also boasted of interestin
A few hours later found Everest Camara standing back to admire her handiwork in the bedroom. She had just unpacked and put away the last item in her suitcase.The bedroom was wallpapered in a designy warm blue that reminded Everest of a calm sea in a feel-good fairy tale novel.To her pleasure, the queen-sized bed was four-poster and had curtains, a tester, and a colourful hand-woven quilt rug at the foot. It has always been a childhood fantasy of hers to sleep in a four-poster bed, like all those storybook princesses. She had laid the clean bed sheet and spread she had found folded on top of the bare bed and was delighted that the colours matched those in her fantasy.There was even a huge chandelier shaped like a reindeer's complex horns. Or was it an antler? Or a moose? Anyhoo. It hung just ahead of the bed and Everest knew if she angled the curtains, she'd be able to see it while on the bed. The closet was also large, almost walk-in size and the ornate drawers were beautiful. Ther
Everest didn't expect the trek from her picket gate to the rancher's own to be so long. She had trekked just a few feet along the road before coming across the abandoned house beside hers. She could barely see the house except for the top of its old shingled roof and three bucket chimneys jutting out at different angles. Tall, wispy perennial grass sprang high in dense masses all over the property, covering the whole house up behind it.The house must have been about two stories though, for the roof looked way taller than hers.After spaning the overgrown expanse, she didn't come upon the rancher's residence at once. Rather, the road took a gentle dip downhill and then she could see a white picket fence stretch on and on for a distance. Kissing the fence was a wide expanse of freshly mown grass.The piece of grassland stretched on and on for a range, rising and dropping in match to the topography. Then Everest could see a tall two-storey in the distance. Two chimneys stuck out of its
"What are you thinking?"Mentor's eyebrows puckered in a frown. He stopped staring into space to glance at the guy on the other side of the table. "Sorry?"Fabian stopped wiping at the table with a rag and flicked his long black hair out of his face. "What you thinking, boss man?""Hmmm," Mentor said absent-mindedly, shrugging. "Nothing much."It was Fabian's turn to hum in disbelief. But the guy didn't want to push it. So he went back to wiping at the table. "As I was saying, she said I had to get my ass home by twelve on weekends. Like, who does that? Is she seriously going to stay up all night waiting for me?"Mentor's mouth bent in a smug smile. "Dude, given your indiscriminately wild nature, I'd say your mother being autocracy is the best for you."The guy smiled, dropping the rag on the table. "Not you too, boss. Come on, she's making it hell for me."Mentor picked his own rag to give the table one last wipe. "I have a feeling she's going to stop doing that the day you start sho
Steering clear of the rancher was going very well, she told herself. Not that she had had her resolve challenged or anything. She hadn't even seen him all day. And most importantly she hadn't thought of him.Evening was almost over, about six hours since she left the pub with her resolution set in plaque and laminated in perspex. She had spent the hours sleeping, and then waking to stream a long movie, while simultaneously on a call with her friends.Now that the movie was done, a complete flop from the last one in the franchise, and her friends were gone, she realized she had nothing much else to do. Partly, she yearned for some hustle and bustle and wished she had picked a house in town. But that thought was only for a moment. Who was she kidding, she wouldn't trade this peace and quiet for something else. She got enough hustle and bustle from the city and her apartment building, which was right in the penumbra of the metropolis. When was the last time she could hear her own breath
As far as virtual assisting went, Mentor sucked at it. He removed his stetson and wiped at his brewing forehead with a palm.Garth's yearly soirée was tonight and he had put off shopping for clothes so long it had become too late. It was kind of nice of Mrs Rosenthal to offer to take his daughter shopping and get him clothes as well. Emphasis on the and.But now it was turning out to be not such a good idea. The duo were calling him for the seventh time since he stepped out of his truck at the ranch. At first, they had wanted to know if they wanted him to shop for his stuff first before Queen's, as if they couldn't make the decision themselves. As if they hadn't already made it.Then Queen had wanted to know if he wanted a tie with little teddy bears on it, said she wanted it for him but Sandy was sure he wouldn't like it so she had called to ask. Soon afterwards they had called about a gift for Garth and a gift for Garth's goats and could she adopt all the baby geese she had seen at
Exploring the town was something she had always had in the back of her mind to do, but, except for the bookshop she'd been to that other time, she had only been to the town market to get stuff, she hadn't done much of exploring. On account of her little cottage being so far away from town.So, when she had strolled out of her house today and saw that the afternoon sun was mild, she had gone back inside to get her tote bag and made the trek into town.At the moment, she was at a new pub, whose cutthroat-y name glued above the porch less door had given her the first impression that it was going to be lewd, or at least offensive to the feminine senses. But 'Gargly Broad' had turned out to be a mere hoax. The air conditioning that had enveloped her as she had stepped inside had first tugged away the little heat that still clung to her from the trek. Everything was all marble stones and glass. The semi-oval rose-white marble bar extended over the anterior part of the roundish room with g
She had woken up late today. The white rays of the sun were already high in the sky, having swept away the last of dawn.A cup of hot coffee was just the thing to start her day, she thought as she blew on the scalding cup in one hand with her phone in the other hand. Especially after a night spent sleeping in fits and starts.Which made her wonder about the source of her sleeplessness. Everest wondered if he was up already and perhaps regretting yesterday night.A tentative sip of the hot coffee scalded her tongue, but it had worked to get rid of the weird speculations. Why would he regret kissing her? He was a grown man and of his own mind. And she had been made carnally aware that he had enjoyed it just as much as she had. The physical attraction between the two of them was potent enough. He had admitted to it himself and she had acknowledged it by reaching up to kiss him first. A wild move on her part, considering who and where they were, but one she had been glad she made, nevert
Noodles again, Mentor grunted as he heaped hot forkfuls into two bowls. At this rate, the damned thing would be growing on their heads. Mrs Rosenthal usually made enough food to last the weekend on Fridays and stuck them in the freezer. For days when he didn't have the time or pizzazz to cook. Like today.But he had opened the freezer this morning and found it full of all of a suspicious-looking half-pineapple pizza and a pasta take-out. Mrs Rosenthal must have forgotten because why else wouldn't she have stocked the freezer?After setting the table, he went back upstairs to wake Queen up. She had slept like a baby all the way back to the house last night and hadn't even stirred when he brought her up to bed. He, on the other hand, hadn't been so lucky.Flipping on the bedroom light seemed to work, though. She blinked into the light like a startled deer and then started to yawn."Good morning, Daddy," she said in a sleepy voice. The girl made no move to sit up though.He manoeuvred a
For Mentor, Sunday morning came sporting a semi-hard. Memories of the previous night's aborted passion came cascading over him like a waterfall. He sighed and sat up on the bed, the whispers of a smile on his lips.He wondered if the subject of his thoughts was up already and if she was thinking about him as well. About the previous night's racy adventure. And if, unlike him, she had slept well through the night.Thinking about her didn't help. His bulging erection had gone from semi-hard to solid wood. A cold shower was what he needed right now. He wasn't in much of a hurry to go to the ranch, since it was a weekend he wasn't expected at the ranch at all. He only usually popped in on Saturday or Sunday evenings once in a while.In the adjoining bathroom, he turned the shower on and was gratified at the biting cold water that drummed down his head. He rested one hand against the wall ahead of him, hung his head and stayed still as the frigid water ran over him. The water should subdue
The little girl skipped into the room, blissfully unaware of the sexual heat and tension that clogged the kitchen air. She bent to pick up the wretched goat and announced that she thought it wanted to do potty.The father sighed deeply and glared at the despicable animal. "Oh, now the damn bastard is housebroken?" he mumbled beneath his palm."Huh?" said the girl, tilting her head to stare at her dad with a frown. It was as though she had realized something was amiss about him and was trying to place her finger on it."Nothing, baby," he said, slowly turning away from the counter to ask for Everest's permission to use her yard.Everest nodded quickly before their eyes met, knowing she was going to find the same lust and hunger that still clouded hers in them.As the father-daughter duo went out the kitchen backdoor to the back deck, she adjusted her top, wincing as it brushed softly over her still-tingling breasts. Confusion lurked in her mind. She had shared lots of kisses over the y
Being at such a loss for words was something that rarely befell Mentor Gayle Calloway. To tell the truth, he couldn't remember ever being in such a sticky wicket before. He fervently racked his brain for an opening sentence as he followed her into the kitchen.It also didn't help that she was ghostly silent as he rinsed plates and passed them to her to go into the dishwasher. He had a strong feeling she knew she was being watched. He rolled his eyes internally. Yeah, Sherlock.When their fingers touched as he handed her the last plate and she jerked hers back, Mentor breathed a sigh. He waited for her to load up the plates then started."I think it's safe to say that this, um, attraction is mutual." He wiped his hands on a paper towel slowly, a bit nervous. He had never been one to succumb to a bout of jittery nerves, but this was turning out to be an exception. God help him, he wasn't very good at this. And he could feel her gaze turn to him as he spoke so he concentrated on dabbing
Everest sieved the chicken chops from the lemon marinade she had prepared earlier in the day and dumped them in the sizzling baste in the pan. Then she poured the cut mixture of veggies and sweet pepper from the chopping board into the bowl of broken eggs and tossed a moderate blob of butter and fresh, grated parmesan cheese into the mixture. With one hand she stirred the roasting meat in the pan and reached for the pink electronic whisk with the other."Girl, you're killing me. I can literally smell the food already."She smirked at Jinny's moan."Like you didn't just finish eating for America."Jinny puckered her lips and shut her eyes. She took a deep breath as though trying to bridge the digital space between them to the food. "But I'm still so hungry," she complained."Again, babe?" Jinny's boyfriend and father of her baby said as his muscular arm crossed the camera. "We still got gelato in the fridge.""No, I want Evie's cooking. Babe, she's making fancy frittata again," the preg