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(Heroes of Shelter Creek #1)
By Claire McEwen
By Claire McEwen
Adult Contemporary Romance
Mass Market Paperback & ebook, 368 Pages
July 1st 2019 by Harlequin Heartwarming
Summary
She can save his ranch…
But can he forgive her?
Maya Burton knows she’s the last person rancher Caleb Dunne wants to see. After all, she survived the crash that killed his sister, and then left town. Now she has to convince the stubborn cowboy that she can help him save his ranch. But once she earns his trust—and his heart—will she be able to walk away?
Excerpt
A green pickup was parked alongside
the barn, and Caleb tried to steady his thoughts. He had to keep his cool with
her. He’d show her the permit he’d shoved in his jacket pocket before he left
the house just now. She’d lecture. He’d pretend to listen. Then she’d be gone,
out of his life again. It was all pretty simple, as long as he kept his mouth
shut and nodded a bunch.
A small squeak behind him had him
turning to see Hobo trotting up, his green eyes meeting Caleb’s in cat-concern.
The cat trailed after Caleb most of the time. He’d even taken to riding on
Caleb’s shoulder while Caleb worked around the barn. Which was kind of cute,
though it had Caleb worrying that he was turning into the male equivalent of a
lonely cat lady. But mostly he was just glad to have the company.
Not too many people visited their
ranch these days. The little guy probably thought he needed to protect Caleb
from this intruder.
And maybe the darn cat was right.
Though, for his dignity’s sake, Caleb wasn’t sure he wanted his little buddy
along with him right now. “Shoo,” he told the cat, flicking his hand back
toward the house.
Hobo stopped, one paw in the air,
uncertain. Caleb kept walking, feeling oddly guilty. Hobo had sat with him and
his bottle last night. He always stayed by Caleb when nightmares hit, when
things got bad. But, sheesh, he was a cat. He should be able to handle a little
time on his own.
The driver’s side door of the truck
opened and Maya hopped lightly down. Caleb was glad to have a moment to take
her in from a distance, now that his head was clearing a little. Her fitted
jeans ended in hiking boots. She wore a dark green jacket, and when she spotted
him and waved, he could see the lines of her waist, the curve of her hip. Not
something he should notice or care about. He’d lost that right when he drove
her out of his life. Still, he was surprised he could notice anything through
his hangover haze.
Maybe the aspirin was helping a
little.
Maya stopped a few paces from him
and waited, the keys she twisted in her fingers betraying her emotion. “You’re
looking a little better,” she said.
“Thanks. Feeling a little better
too.”
She nodded. “Look, it’s not my
business, but are you okay? You were pretty out of it.”
“I’m fine. Just spent a little too
much time with a bottle of rye, that’s all.” No way was he going to have some
heavy discussion with her just because she happened to find him passed out on
his porch. Getting drunk was his prerogative. He’d fought for his country—had
the nightmares to prove it—and if a little alcohol helped keep them at bay, she
didn’t have the right to judge. Plus he didn’t need her judgment. He was pretty
sure he had enough self-loathing for both of them.
About the Author
Claire McEwen writes stories about strong heroes and heroines who take big, emotional journeys to find their happily-ever-after. She lives by the ocean in Northern California with her family and a scruffy, mischievous terrier. When she’s not writing, Claire enjoys gardening, reading and discovering flea-market treasures. She loves to hear from readers! You can find her on most social media and at www.clairemcewen.com.
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Open internationally
Ends July 24, 2019
Open internationally
Ends July 24, 2019
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