VOLUME ONE: RUSTLERS AND ROMANCELauren McCray's nose exploded with a walloping pain that radiated upward. The room faded away in slow, loopy waves as she spun around. She yelped as her swollen, bloody cheeks met the hard, cold tile floor. Fear manifested itself in the form of violent shaking and rolled over every inch of her body. She lay unmoving in a fetal position to protect herself from further blows to her already beaten body. Her throat burned with agony and her neck throbbed where Clint had tried to strangle her. Her vision blurred, and her stomach churned. Wrapping her arms around her middle, she gasped for air. Her bruised ribs assaulted her with every attempted breath. Lauren reached one trembling hand to her face, touching the place where his meaty fists turned into lethal weapons and hit her as if she were his personal punching bag. She drew her hand away and stared at the blood. She swore this would be the last time, if she lived through it. No, this won't be like
Chase Montgomery entered his coordinates into the GPS to check his location. Out here in the middle of nowhere, it could sometimes be hard to tell how far he'd come since the last sign. Next time he would remember to check the odometer. Dammit! Still eighty-eight miles to get to his ranch. He needed a break from his nonstop drive from Colorado. Heading back from the big horse sale in Denver, he was beat and anxious to get to his home not far outside the small town of Saddle Creek, Wyoming. He needed to stable the new horses whinnying impatiently in the trailer, who were just as desperate for a break, too. His backside was numb and the rumbling in his belly reminded him of Rosie's Diner. His mouth watered thinking about the restaurant's belly-filling comfort food they served. He decided to stretch his legs and grab some food from his favorite stop.A few miles later, he parked the truck and trailer outside the back door of the family diner. He shoved the truck door open and inhaled
Lauren watched the good-looking cowboy hold the door open and tip his hat to a lady coming into Rosie's as she wiped the counter. She hated being so secretive, but she didn't feel comfortable answering the guy's personal questions. She wished she hadn't given everyone in town her real name.Chase disappeared around the corner of the building and her eyes scanned the parking lot. Her heart jumped to her throat. A red Ford F-150, just like Clint's, pulled up and stopped next to her car. Pressure built in her chest. She couldn't breathe. Her body began to tremble. What were the odds someone in Saddle Creek had an identical truck? Surely I'm safe this far away from Michiganright? He couldn't have followed me. How could he have found me already? Desperately hoping her eyes were just playing tricks on her, she looked out the window again and sucked in a breath. Her heart lurched. Every ounce of air rushed out of her chest.Clint stood looking into her car. Fear swept through her, t
Lauren woke when the truck stopped, and lay shivering, listening to the evening sounds. She heard two men talking, but their voices were too far away to be distinguishable. She peeked out through the hole in the tarp and realized it was getting dark. Suddenly the tarp jerked roughly out of her hand. Like a frightened puppy in the back of a kennel, she cringed in a corner of the truck."Oh my God! Oh my God, I'm so, so sorry, sir. IIwell, see, I was only trying to hitch a ride to the next town, and I must have fallen asleep, and""It's okay now," a man said in a soft and calm voice. Again, the voice sounded familiar. Lauren dared to look up at him and realized he was the meat-loaf-eating friend of the manager at Rosie's Diner, the one she'd so admired with the blue eyes and the drawl and manners that would have made his mama proud. Now, his gaze was even softer and more compassionate than it had been, and her fear dissolved. "It'syou!" "And you'reyou!" His bright blue eyes twinkl
Clint Jackson had followed Lauren across the country, with the help of his cop friend, Bill, trailing her by her credit card receipts. Every time she stopped for food or gas, he immediately knew where she was, right down to what road she was on and what hour. Whenever she stopped for the night, he drove, lessening the distance between them. She was always one step ahead of him, though, until one morning he found her car parked at a diner in the small town of Saddle Creek, Wyoming. It didn't take him long to make friends with the right people. All he had to do was buy them a few drinks, and they were more than willing to help him find out where she'd gone. He had scoured the wide-open space of the ranch owned by the cowboya man he was sure Lauren was sleeping with. He'd even helped some of his new friends rustle some of the man's herd, just to mess with him. The cowboy's old girlfriend, Edie, was dead set on revenge, and he was more than willing to help her get it. Clint figured t
When Chase saw Lauren come out of the house, his heart jumped. She looked well-rested. He hoped a few days away from town and whoever or whatever messed with her would be the best thing for her. He just wanted to give her a chance to get her pretty little head on straight. As he stood beside her, he smelled her sweet, fresh fragrance. Her thick hair whipped around her face in the soft spring breeze as she smiled at the frolicking colts in the paddock. When she spoke, her voice was melodic and lyrical. He liked the sound of it.What the hell are you doing? You have work to do! Yet at the same time, he knew what it was that held him captive. Those eyes! God, those beautiful green eyes. They called to the deepest part of him. His heart hammered as an inexplicable surge of lust expanded in his chest. He wanted herjust one wild night with a sultry woman who could stroke his libido like no one had in a long time, a night he could walk away from, no strings attached."So, uhdo you know ho
"What's going on, Amos?" Lauren asked as the four-wheelers left in a cloud of dust. He studied her face for a minute, as if trying to decide if he should divulge the ranch's business. "Boss says somebody stole some of the herd. He's takin' the sheriff out there to see if they can figure out who did it so they can get 'em back."She wrinkled her brow. "Are you telling me people are still stealing horses in this day and age? I thought horse thieving was something that only happened in old Western movies." Amos laughed, wheezing a bit in the process. "It ain't happened 'round here for years, best I can recall, but my mama always told me the devil never really goes away, even if he does sleep for a while." "Do you think it has anything to do withwith me?" She turned her face away from him."Why in heaven's name would ya think that, ma'am?" the old man asked her. "Surely you ain't the horse-thievin' kind if you ain't even learned how to ride one!" "Well, the truth is, I come with
Chase waited by his study door until Lauren entered, then closed it securely behind her. It was a very manly room with dark wood walls and furniture. A fireplace made of dark gray stone rose tall and solid, like the man of the house. He sat on his high-backed leather chair behind a dark cherry-wood desk and motioned for her to take a seat on one of the chairs in front. "First, Lauren, I want you to know I don't cotton to any woman-beater. Never have, never will, so you can relax. I'm gonna protect you from that bastard as well as I can. Also, whatever you tell me in this room stays in this room. Other than filling my workers in on who to keep an eye out for, your past is nobody's business but yours and mine at this point. Is that all fine and dandy with you?" "Yes." The rich, smooth sound of his voice and the way her name rolled off his tongue lit a fire in her belly. A fire that melted the knot of anxiety she'd had since Clint's first assault."Sowhat can you tell me about this C