Anywhere with You

Getting in bed with the law

There’s a new deputy in Blackfoot Falls—and she just gave stuntman Ben Wolf a speeding ticket! That wasn’t exactly the welcome-home Ben was hoping for. After fifteen years away, he’s not the angry troublemaker he used to be, even if he was driving a little too fast. But if this is what the law looks like now, he may be tempted to misbehave!

Deputy Grace Hendrix is not in the mood to be sweet-talked by a sexy stranger. To become the next sheriff, she’ll have to outsmart her resentful coworkers...and stay out of trouble. Unfortunately, “trouble” is over six feet of mouthwatering, hard-bodied gorgeousness. It’s only a matter of time before this good cop indulges in a little bad-boy diversion...

You’ll never get enough of these cowboys!

Talented Mills & Boon Blaze author Debbi Rawlins makes all your cowboy dreams come true with her popular miniseries

Made in Montana

The little town of Blackfoot Falls

isn’t so sleepy anymore...

In fact, it seems everyone’s staying up late!

Get your hands on a hot cowboy with

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(March 2015)

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And remember, the sexiest cowboys are

Made in Montana!

Dear Reader,

The idea for this book took an interesting turn when I started to plot it out. In the second book of the series, the hero, Noah, was the sheriff of Blackfoot Falls. Since he’s leaving Montana and joining the Marshal Service to be near the woman who stole his heart, the town needed a new sheriff. So I figured it was time to bring someone in and make him the hero of Anywhere with You. A friend, another writer who often plots with me, asked if I’d considered making the heroine a sheriff. I loved the idea and decided to let it float around in my head for a while.

I live in a small town in central Utah not much bigger than Blackfoot Falls. The week after my friend made her suggestion, I stopped at the clinic, and sitting in the waiting room was a deputy. I try to walk the straight and narrow, so I’m not acquainted with local law enforcement and had never met this deputy. But I asked if I could bother him with a few questions, and he was a great sport about it. We’d talked for a bit before I told him I was thinking about having a woman sheriff. The flicker of surprise in his face and the fleeting expression that said, “you’re kidding” pretty much sealed the deal.

I hope you enjoy Grace and Ben’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Did I mention that the deputy I met had the most arresting blue eyes?

Sincerely,

Anywhere with You

Debbi Rawlins

www.millsandboon.co.uk

DEBBI RAWLINS grew up in the country and loved Westerns in movies and books. Her first crush was on a cowboy—okay, he was an actor in the role of a cowboy, but she was only eleven, so it counts. It was in Houston, Texas, where she first started writing for Mills & Boon, and now she has her own ranch...of sorts. Instead of horses, she has four dogs, five cats, a trio of goats and free-range cattle on a few acres in gorgeous rural Utah.

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Dear Reader

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Copyright

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BLACKFOOT FALLS 26 MILES.

Ben Wolf smiled when he saw the warped metal road sign up ahead. No one had bothered to replace it, and now, fifteen years later, it still bore his mark—the large dent made by his baseball bat the day before he’d left town. He’d been leaning out of his friend Buster’s pickup going thirty-five miles per hour when he’d taken a swing, and nearly dislocated his shoulder.

He’d been so damn angry that day. At his mother for all the lies, at the father he could barely remember, at the McAllister brothers for being better than him. Sure, the family had accepted him as if he’d been one of their own—and not only their maid’s son—but that still didn’t make him a McAllister.

Ben pressed down on the accelerator as he passed the sign and steered the Porsche into the curve in the highway. He hadn’t thought about that day in years. Hell, he’d dislocated both shoulders since then, busted his ribs more times than he could recall and broken his jaw twice. The difference now was he got paid damn well to risk the occasional visit to the ER.

The sky was blue and cloudless, the air pleasantly warm considering the April sun was headed for the Rockies, their peaks still packed with snow. Patches of the mountainside below the tree line were still bare. Another month and the spring leaves would take care of that.

Northwest Montana was beautiful country. No argument there. In a way, Ben had been lucky to grow up on the Sundance. The ranch spread right up to the foothills, where clear water flowed in streams carrying all the fish a kid could catch. How many times had he fallen asleep in a grassy meadow, lulled by the warmth of the sun and the smell of wild sage?

Ben rolled down his window and breathed in the crisp, clean air. He watched a hawk wheeling and soaring through the sky. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed the mountains. Working as a stunt man, he’d seen plenty of great spots all over the States, Canada and Mexico. Even Europe once for an indie film. But nothing could beat the scenery here.