Belle shivered. She tugged away from his hold, that wasnât really a hold at all when Cage let go of her so easily, and she was grateful she hadnât betrayed the way he made her feel.
âIâm sorry, too,â she whispered.
About so many things.
She walked out, leaving Cage standing there in the barn, surrounded by weights and mats and bars and bells, all procured with the intention of helping his daughter walk and run and dance again.
Just then, however, it felt to Belle as if she and Cage were the ones in need of walking lessons.
Dear Reader,
Itâs that time of year againâback to school! And even if youâve left your classroom days far behind you, if youâre like me, September brings with it the quest for everything new, especially books! We at Silhouette Special Edition are happy to fulfill that jones, beginning with Home on the Ranch by Allison Leigh, another in her bestselling MEN OF THE DOUBLE-C series. Though the Buchanans and the Days had been at odds for years, a single Buchanan rancherâCageâwould do anything to help his daughter learn to walk again, including hiring the only reliable physical therapist around. Even if her last name did happen to be Dayâ¦.
Next, THE PARKS EMPIRE continues with Judy Duarteâs The Rich Manâs Son, in which a wealthy Parks scion, suffering from amnesia, winds up living the country life with a single mother and her baby boy. And a man passing through town notices more than the passing resemblance between himself and newly adopted infant of the local diner waitress, in The Baby They Both Loved by Nikki Benjamin. In A Fatherâs Sacrifice by Karen Sandler, a man determined to do the right thing insists that the mother of his child marry him, and finds love in the bargain. And a womanâs search for the truth about her late father leads her into the arms of a handsome cowboy determined to give her the life her dad had always wanted for her, in A Texas Tale by Judith Lyons. Last, a man with a new face revisits the ranchâand the womanâthat used to be his. Only, the woman heâd always loved was no longer alone. Now she was accompanied by a five-year-old girlâ¦with very familiar blue eyesâ¦.
Enjoy, and come back next month for six complex and satisfying romances, all from Silhouette Special Edition!
Gail Chasan
Senior Editor
started early by writing a Halloween play that her grade-school class performed. Since then, though her tastes have changed, her love for reading has not. And her writing appetite simply grows more voracious by the day.
She has been a finalist in the RITA>® Award and the Holt Medallion contests. But the true highlights of her day as a writer are when she receives word from a reader that they laughed, cried or lost a night of sleep while reading one of her books.
Born in Southern California, Allison has lived in several different cities in four different states. She has been, at one time or another, a cosmetologist, a computer programmer and a secretary. She has recently begun writing full-time after spending nearly a decade as an administrative assistant for a busy neighborhood church, and currently makes her home in Arizona with her family. She loves to hear from her readers, who can write to her at P.O. Box 40772, Mesa, AZ 85274-0772.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
âHe is not an ogre.â
Belle Day flicked her windshield wipers up to frenzied and tightened her grip around the steering wheel of her Jeep. She focused harder on the unfamiliar road, slowing even more to avoid the worst of the flooding, muddy ruts.
It wasnât the weather, or the road, or the unfamiliar drive that had her nerves in a noose, though. It was the person waiting at the end of the drive.
âHe is not an ogre.â Stupid talking to herself. Sheâd have to keep that to a minimum when she arrived. Not that she did it all the time.
Only when she was nervous.
Why had she agreed to this?
Her tire hit a dip her searching gaze had missed, and the vehicle rocked, the steering wheel jerking violently in her grip. She exhaled roughly and considered pulling over, but discarded the idea. The sooner she got to the Lazy-B, the sooner she could leave.
Not exactly positive thinking, Belle. Why are you doing this?
Her fingers tightened a little more on the wheel. âLucy,â she murmured. Because she wanted to help young Lucy Buchanan. Wanted to help her badly enough to put up with Lucyâs father, Cage.
Who was not an ogre. Just because the therapist she was replacing had made enough complaints about her brief time here that theyâd found a way through Weaverâs grapevine didnât mean her experience would be similar.
Thatâs not the only reason. She ignored the whispered thought. The road curved again, and she saw the hooked tree Cage had told her to watch for. Another quarter mile to go.