Return to Thunder Mountain
Matt Forrest was born to be an actor, but grew up a cowboy. Thatâs why, when things go haywire after he shoots his first Hollywood movie, he retreats to Thunder Mountain Ranch. Because itâs homeâwhere his parents and foster brothers can help Matt find what he really wants out of life. So when someone he wants follows him to Wyoming, things get very interesting!
PR agent Geena Lysander isnât about to lose one of her best new clientsâso she goes after him! And, yes, itâs complicated...because she is attracted to Matt, and not just for his movie-star looks. As she gets to know the man behind the cowboy, their professional relationship becomes passionately personal. Could Mattâs next big role be as Geenaâs leading man?
Praise for Vicki Lewis Thompson
âItâs a wonderful sexy romance, with some very appealing and likable characters, and Iâm definitely going to delve into more of the Thunder Mountain Brotherhood series.â
âHarlequinJunkie, Top Pick, on Cowboy Untamed
âThe tongue-in-cheek, sweet yet sensual and comfortable family feel...remains until the last page. Cowboy After Dark is a story that will keep you smiling.â
âRT Book Reviews, Top Pick, on Cowboy After Dark
âThompson continues to do what she does best, tying together strong family values bound by blood and choice, interspersed with the more sizzling aspects of the relationship.â
âRT Book Reviews on Thunderstruck
âAll the characters, background stories and character development are positively stellar; the warm family feeling is not saccharine-sweet, but heartfelt and genuine, and Lexi and Cadeâs rekindled romance is believable from beginning to end, along with the classy, sexy and tender love scenes.â
âFresh Fiction on Midnight Thunder
âVicki Lewis Thompson has compiled a tale of this terrific family, along with their friends and employees, to keep you glued to the page and ending with that warm and loving feeling.â
âFresh Fiction on Cowboys and Angels
A passion for travel has taken New York Times bestselling author VICKI LEWIS THOMPSON to Europe, Great Britain, the Greek isles, Australia and New Zealand. Sheâs visited most of North America and has her eye on South Americaâs rain forests. Africa, India and China beckon. But her first love is her home state of Arizona, with its deserts, mountains, sunsets andâlast but not leastâcowboys! The wide-open spaces and heroes on horseback influence everything she writes. Connect with her at www.vickilewisthompson.com, Facebook.com/vickilewisthompson and Twitter.com/vickilthompson.
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Chapter One
Broad-shouldered, lean-hipped men with square jaws and captivating eyes were a dime a dozen in Hollywood. After spending all twenty-seven years of her life in Tinseltown, Geena Lysander wasnât easily impressed. It was a testament to the beauty of Matt Forrest that her glasses fogged up whenever he walked into her office.
He was also a decent guy, and she didnât often come across someone who was both ethical and gorgeous. Sheâd been strongly attracted to him ever since theyâd started working together six months ago. Several times sheâd caught a flash of heat in his gaze that indicated he had feelings for her, too.
Once sheâd thought heâd been ready to ask her out. When he hadnât, sheâd decided it was for the best, considering their professional relationship. But that hadnât stopped her from wanting to kiss him, especially when he flashed one of his megawatt smiles.
Judging from the grim set of his mouth, he wouldnât be doing that today. Usually he came in wearing his signature hat, a chocolate-brown Stetson with a turquoise-studded hatband. He favored snug T-shirts, faded jeans and scuffed cowboy boots.
Not this morning. Instead, heâd pulled a generic baseball cap over his thick dark hair and covered his baby blues with aviator shades. He hadnât bothered to shave. Sheâd never seen that beat-up denim jacket before, either, and heâd turned the collar up even though it was seventy degrees outside. The jeans and the boots were the same, though.
Giving her glasses a quick polish, she smiled, then she put them back on and stood. âHey.â
âMaâam.â He touched the brim of his cap in greeting, but he didnât smile back.
If heâd intended to create a disguise, heâd failed. The paparazzi were experts at spotting celebrities trying to look like street people. And Matt, bless his heart, would look hot as sin no matter what he wore. âAny troubles on the way over?â