New York Times bestselling author Susan Mallery returns with a new Foolâs Gold trilogy featuring three rugged cowboys who will find love in the unlikeliest of places....
Locked in an unexpected land dispute, Rafe Stryker is trapped in the one place he vowed never to return toâthe Castle Ranch in Foolâs Gold, California. He made millions facing ruthless adversaries in the boardroom, but nothing couldâve prepared him to go head-to-head against stubborn, beautiful Heidi Simpson. No one is more surprised than Rafe to discover that heâs finding Heidiâand life as a cowboyâmuch more compelling than he wants to admit.
For Heidi, the Castle Ranch is the home sheâs always wanted. After a life on the road, the vivacious blonde has finally put down roots. She wonât give that up without a fight, not even for a man whose late-night kisses make her yearn to be a little lessâ¦wholesome.
As the two turn from passionate adversaries to passionate, period, theyâll discover that summer love can last a lifetime.
Praise for New York Times bestselling author Susan Mallery
âIf you want a story that will both tug on
your heartstrings and tickle your funny bone, Mallery is the author for you!â âRT Book Reviews on Only His
âWhen it comes to heartfelt contemporary romance, Mallery is in a class by herself.â
âRT Book Reviews on Only Yours
âAn adorable, outspoken heroine and an intense hero...set the sparks flying in Malleryâs latest lively, comic, and touching family-centered story.â
âLibrary Journal on Only Yours
âMallery...excels at creating varied, well-developed characters and an emotion-packed story gently infused with her trademark wit and humor.â One of the Top 10 Romances of 2011!
âBooklist on Only Mine
âMalleryâs prose is luscious and provocative.â
âPublishers Weekly
âSusan Malleryâs gift for writing humor and tenderness make all her books true gems.â
âRT Book Reviews
âRomance novels donât get much better than Malleryâs expert blend of emotional nuance, humor and superb storytelling.â
âBooklist
This book is for Kristi.
Hereâs what she asked that the dedication say:
Iâd like to dedicate this to my mother, Doris, for teaching me the fun and value of reading and always having a good book for me. To my dear friend, Ann, who exchanges books with me and can laugh with me for no good reason and then do it again! To my husband, Kevin, you are the love of my life, keep me laughing and never keep me from a good read. Then to my dear daughter, Julie, who inspires me and I am so proud of you. I love you all, thank you for all the fun and laughter and the love of a good hat. oxox Kristi
CHAPTER ONE
ONLY IN FOOLâS GOLD would a Mercedes be brought to a stop by a goat. Rafe Stryker turned off the engine of the powerful sedan and climbed out. The goat in the middle of the road surveyed him with a confident gleam in her dark eyes. If he hadnât known better, he would have sworn she was telling him this was her road and if anyone was going to back down in this battle of wills, it would be him.
âDamn goats,â he muttered, looking around for whomever owned the wayward animal. Instead, he saw a few trees, a broken fence line and, beyond all that, mountains soaring up to the heavens. Some would describe this as Godâs country. Rafe knew that God, being smart and all knowing, would have nothing to do with Foolâs Gold.
Hard to believe that a three hour drive west would return Rafe to San Franciscoâland of fine dining, high-rise buildings and beautiful women. It was where he belonged. Not here, on the outskirts of some town heâd promised himself he would never set foot in again. And yet he had returned, drawn by the one person he could never turn his back onâhis mother.
Swearing under his breath, he eyed the goat. He would guess she weighed about a hundred and twenty pounds, give or take. While heâd spent the past eighteen years doing his best to forget his time in Foolâs Gold, the lessons heâd learned on the Castle Ranch lived on. He figured if heâd been able to wrestle an adult steer as a scrawny fourteen-year-old, he should be able to take a goat now. Or at the very least, pick her up and move her to the side of the road.
He lowered his gaze to her hooves, wondering how sharp they would be and what they would do to his suit. He rested his elbow on the roof of his car and pinched the bridge of his nose. If his mother hadnât sounded so broken on the phone, he would turn around and go back home. In San Francisco he had a staff, minions even. People who would take care of things like goats in the road.
He chuckled, imagining his starchy assistant facing down a goat. Ms. Jennings, a fifty-something powerhouse with an innate ability to make the most successful of executives feel incompetent, would most likely stare the goat into submission.