To Trust A Rancher
A lie drove her away Now the truth will bring her homeA lie made Becca Hartman run away from Blackfoot Falls. Now the truth has brought her home, and with someone else’s child in tow! Ryder Mitchell has a grudge against Becca, but as he spends time with the single mum, he realises she might be someone he could love…
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Seven years ago, a vicious lie drove Becca Hartman to run away from Blackfoot Falls, Montana, with her best friend, Amy. Now the truth has finally brought Becca home...with Amyâs little boy in tow. Beccaâs raised Noah as her own, so watching Noah meet his familyâincluding Beccaâs old crush, rancher Ryder Mitchellâis terrifying. If Ryder finds out that Noah is his nephew, will he take the boy away?
Ryder wants to blame Becca for his sisterâs wild behavior. Yet as he spends time with the loving single mom and her son, he realizes she might be someone he could love...if he can ever learn to trust her again.
DEBBI RAWLINS grew up on the island of Oahu in Hawaii, but always loved Western movies and books. When she was twelve she spent the summer on the Big Island of Hawaii, and had the dubious honor of being thrown off her first horse. A year later, minutes before a parade started down her street, she managed to find the most skittish horse in the lineup and...you can probably guess the rest.
These days, sixty-five-plus books later, she lives on four acres in gorgeous rural Utah surrounded by dogs, cats, goats, chickens and free-range cattle who just love taking down her fence every couple years.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07768-2
TO TRUST A RANCHER
© 2018 Debbi Quattrone
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Becca Hartmanâs heart pounded. Today was the start of a new phase of her life. One where sheâd have the time to give her son dinner and put him to bed every night, instead of just checking in on him after he was already asleep. It felt like the best gift sheâd ever been given, and she didnât want to screw it up.
She checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror, trying to remember the last time sheâd worn a dress. The second it hit her, she wished she hadnât tried so hard. It had been her grandfatherâs funeral. Two years ago. Sheâd rushed back to Montana but had almost missed the service. Grams had taken one look at her and cried for an hour straight.
Oh, God, Becca couldnât think about that now. She smoothed a wrinkle on the blue dress, then dabbed on some lip gloss. Satisfied that she looked presentable for the first day in her brand-new position, she went to the kitchen.
Noah sat at the table in his booster seat, making designs in his cinnamon-topped oatmeal.
âHey, sweetie. What do you think about you and me celebrating my promotion tonight?â Becca opened the fridge and brought out the orange juice. âPizza sound good to you?â
He was too quiet.
Reaching into the cupboard for a glass, she glanced over her shoulder. âNoah? Did you hear me?â
