Come On Over
Staking her claim!Horse trainer Trent Kimball is starting to believe his family's ranch is actually cursed. Still, it's a place to recover from both his recent divorce and a humiliating professional setback. That is, until Shelby Foster shows up, looking far too fine for cowboy country, and informs Trent that she is the owner of the Eager Beaver Ranch!Shelby left everything behind to move to Montana. And she's not about to just walk away! Even if it means sharing a roof with a rude cowboy…temporarily. As they wait for their papers, animosity turns into suggestive teasing. Then it becomes a sexy-sweet temptation neither can resist! Whoever produces the deed keeps the ranch. But will they lose something more important?
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Staking her claim!
Horse trainer Trent Kimball is starting to believe his familyâs ranch is actually cursed. Still, itâs a place to recover from both his recent divorce and a humiliating professional setback. That is, until Shelby Foster shows up, looking far too fine for cowboy country, and informs Trent that she is the owner of the Eager Beaver Ranch!
Shelby left everything behind to move to Montana. And sheâs not about to just walk away! Even if it means sharing a roof with a rude cowboy...temporarily. As they wait for their papers, animosity turns into suggestive teasing. Then it becomes a sexy-sweet temptation neither can resist! Whoever produces the deed keeps the ranch. But will they lose something more important?
Youâll 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 isnât so sleepy anymore...
In fact, it seems everyoneâs staying up late!
Get your hands on a hot cowboy with
Anywhere with You
(March 2015)
Come On Over
(June 2015)
This Kiss
(September 2015)
And remember, the sexiest cowboys are Made in Montana!
Iâve been living in a small rural town for almost a decade now and I must say itâs been quite a learning experience. Often itâs been fun, certainly surprising. And, admittedly, I do a fair bit of eye-rolling. Best thing about living here, though? Itâs been great inspiration for the fictional town of Blackfoot Falls in my Made in Montana series.
Yes, Iâve shamelessly eavesdropped while getting my hair cut, grabbing lunch at the local diner or waiting in line at the post office. With so many of the ranches passed down from one generation to the next, there always seems to be an interesting story or piece of gossip surrounding the families who first settled here a hundred and fifty years ago. It got me wondering about the legal aspect of passing down land and livestock. Are things made nice and tidy via a will? Or is an assumption enough? Or maybe a handshake?
In Come On Over, the Eager Beaver Ranch arose from my latest âwhat ifâ game. Youâll meet Trent and Shelby, two characters who were a pleasure for me to write, especially since they did all the heavy lifting...
Thanks so much for visiting me and the folks of Blackfoot Falls!
DEBBI RAWLINS grew up in the country and loved Westerns in movies and books. Her first crush was on a cowboyâokay, 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, four cats, a trio of goats and free-range cattle on a few acres in gorgeous rural Utah.
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THE EAGER BEAVER was cursed. Trent Kimball had always been a skeptic, but right now, trying to get this damned old tractor to run, he was tempted to rethink his position.
His dad had moved the whole family off the ranch when Trent was sixteen, swearing by the words of Trentâs great-granddad that anyone who tried to make something of the place was doomed to failure.
Three years later Trentâs older brother had tried to give it a go but after seven years, heâd gone belly up. When Colby had blamed it on the curse, Trent had given him a load of crap about superstition and other nonsense.
In truth, if his bottom-feeding, soul-sucking ex-wife hadnât damn near cleaned him out, Trent wouldnât be here trying to whip the ranch into shape. But cursed? Nah, when it came right down to it, he wasnât about to jinx his future when heâd barely gotten started. Eight months was nothing when it came to building a new life.
Using a clean rag to wipe the sweat off his forehead, he squinted at the gap in the east corral where a pair of rails had come loose and fallen during the night. Heâd get to that later today. The job he was on right now was far more urgent. He stared at the tractor engine. If he didnât get it running soon, he was gonna be in a world of hurt. Alfalfa wasnât cheap. He needed to be ready to plant come spring. And after building the stable his bank account was dwindling fast. He jerked the wrench. And caught the edge of his thumb.
He let loose a string of cussing everyone in Blackfoot Falls, sixteen miles away, mustâve heard. Mutt didnât even raise his head. The mangy hound stayed put, a huge lump of black fur curled up under the shade of a cottonwood. Damn lazy dog.
Violet, his unwelcome neighbor, didnât miss her chance to mock him and she sure as hell didnât hold back. The unseasonably warm fall breeze carried the sound of her cackling straight to him. He turned to the wiry old woman sitting on the porch of her double-wide parked near the faded barn. As usual she was smoking an oversize pipe and having a fine time in her dilapidated oak rocker.
