A Montana Born Christmas
by Jane Porter, Megan Crane, C.J. Carmichael, Katherine Garbera, Melissa McClone, Roxanne Snopek, Dani Collins, & Alissa Callen
Adult Romance
ebook, 942 Pages
ebook, 942 Pages
October 20th 2015 by Tule Publishing
Summary
Ready to two-step under the mistletoe with a hot cowboy? How about a gorgeous tycoon? Spend a white Christmas in Montana with eight heartwarming, contemporary romances. This limited edition collection features sweet and sexy holiday stories from bestselling and award-winning authors. You’ll find eight romantic heroes to fall in love with in A Montana Born Christmas boxed set. And all for less than a dollar!
Christmas at Copper Mountain by Jane Porter
Life has been tough at Copper Mountain Ranch and widower Brock Sheenan’s kids have never had a proper Christmas. His new housekeeper, Harley Diekerhoff, is determined to change that–but she doesn’t count on falling in love with her taciturn boss.
Come Home for Christmas, Cowboy by Megan Crane
Christina Grey Cooper has finally given up on her marriage and returned home to Marietta to lick her wounds. But Dare can’t let the love of his life go, even if what’s standing in the way of a true holiday miracle is himself… Can the magic of a White Christmas in Montana help him save what he’s nearly lost forever?
A Cowgirl’s Christmas by CJ Carmichael
Betrayed by her father, Callan Carrigan has to decide what matters most to her. Fighting Court McAllister to get back the family ranch, or giving Court what he really wants—her heart.
A Cowboy for Christmas by Katherine Garbera
Back in Marietta, disgraced, the last person Annie Pruhomme wants to see is hunky Carson Scott. Does he hold a grudge, and why does he still look so hot?
Mistletoe Wedding by Melissa McClone
An instant family isn’t on ranch foreman Tyler Murphy’s Christmas list, but event planner Meg Redstone’s kisses are. Getting her under the mistletoe, however, is going to take a miracle…or help from Santa.
A Sweet Montana Christmas by Roxanne Snopek
A marriage in jeopardy, a decrepit honey farm and an unexpected birth on a dark, snowy night. All they need to rediscover their love is a Christmas miracle.
Blame the Mistletoe by Dani Collins
Commiseration over being alone for the holidays turns to a holiday fling, making Liz Flowers think Blake Canon is giving her the Best Christmas Ever. But when family secrets are revealed and their children arrive home early, will they be able to keep the season bright?
Her Mistletoe Cowboy by Alissa Callen
Ivy Bishop plans to spend Christmas holed up on an isolated Montana ranch far from the city and her ex-fiancé. But the more time she spends with the workaholic cowboy next door the more she realizes her heart isn’t actually broken – yet.
Excerpt
From Christmas
at Copper Mountain by Jane Porter
“You okay, Miss Diekerhoff?”
Turning quickly, potato skins
still dripping, Harley blinked back tears as she spotted Brock Sheenan standing
by the fireplace, warming his hands.
Brock was a big man. He was
tall–six one or two—with broad shoulders, a wide muscular chest, and shaggy
black hair.
Harley’s late husband, David, was
Portuguese and darkly handsome, but David was always groomed and polished
while the Montana rancher seemed disinclined to comb his hair, or bother with a
morning shave.
The truth was, Brock Sheenan
looked like a pirate, and never more so than now, with tiny snow flakes
clinging to his wild hair and shadowed jaw.
“I’m fine,” she said
breathlessly, embarrassed. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“The faucet was on.” He
rubbed his hands together, the skin red and raw. “You’re not….crying…are
you?”
She heard the uncomfortable note
in his voice and cringed a little. “No,” she said quickly, straightening
and squaring her shoulders as she dumped the potato peels into the
garbage. “Everything’s wonderful.”
“So you’re not crying?”
“No,” she repeated crisply,
drying her hands. “Just peeling potatoes for dinner.”
Her gaze swept his big frame,
seeing the powdered snow still clinging to the hem of his wrangler jeans
peeking beneath his leather chaps and white glitter dusting his black
brows. His supple leather chaps weren’t for show. It was frigid
outside and he’d spent the week in the saddle driving the last herds of cattle
from the back country to the valley down below so the cows could take shelter
beneath trees. “Can I get you something?”
“You don’t happen to have any
coffee left from this morning that you could heat up?”
“I can make a fresh pot,” she
said, grabbing the glass carafe to fill it with water. “Want regular or
decaf?”
He glanced at the clock mounted
on the wall above the door and then out the window where the snow flurries were
thickening, making it almost impossible to see the tall pine trees marking one
corner of the yard. “Leaded,” he said. “Make it strong, too. It’s
going to be a late night for me.”
She added the coffee grounds, and
then hit the brew button. “You’re heading back out?”
“I’m going to ride back up as
soon as I get something warm in me. Thought I’d take some of the
breakfast coffee cake with me. If there was anything left.”
“There is.” She’d already
wrapped the remaining slices in foil. He wasn’t one to linger over meals,
and he didn’t like asking for snacks between meals, either. If he
wanted something now, it meant he wouldn’t be back anytime soon.
But it was already after four. It’d be dark within the hour. “It’s
snowing hard.”
“I won’t be able to sleep tonight
if I don’t do a last check. The boys said we’ve got them all but I keep
thinking we’re missing one or two of the young ones. Have to be sure
before I call it a night.”
Harley reached into a cupboard
for one of the thermoses she sent with Brick on his early mornings. “What
time will you want dinner?”
“Don’t know when I’ll be
back. Could be fairly late, so just leave a plate in the oven for
me. No need for you to stay up.” He bundled his big arms across his
even bigger chest, a lock of thick black hair falling down over his forehead to
shadow an equally dark eye.
There was nothing friendly or
approachable about Brock when he stood like that. His wild black hair,
square jaw, and dark piercing gaze that gave him a slightly threatening air,
but Harley knew better. Men, even the most dangerous men, were still
mortal. They had goals, dreams, needs. They tried, they
failed. They made mistakes. Fatal mistakes.
“Any of the boys going with
you?” she asked, trying to sound casual as she wrapped a generous wedge of
cheddar cheese in foil, and a hunk of the summer sausage he liked, so he’d have
something more substantial than coffee cake for his ride.
He shook his head, then dragged a
large calloused hand through the glossy black strands in a half-hearted attempt
to comb the tangled strands smooth. “No.”
She gave him a swift,
troubled look.
He shrugged. “No point in
putting the others in harm’s way.”
Her frown deepened. “What if you
get into trouble?”
“I won’t.”
She arched her brows.
She ought to be intimidated by
this shaggy beast of a man, but she wasn’t. She’d had a husband—a daring,
risk taking husband of her own—and his lapse in judgment had cost them
all. Dearly.
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