Porcupine Ranch
THE HUNGRIEST COWBOY IN TEXASClayton Sinclair ran the toughest ranch in Texas, and all he wanted at the end of a long day was a steak dinner and a tidy house. But his pretty new housekeeper couldn't boil an egg to save her life. Maybe the lady was just desperate for a job. Or, maybe Hannah Lindsay was up to something….A plain Jane with two left feet, Hannah knew nothing about cooking, hospital corners–or attracting a man, for that matter. So when Clayton made her feel like a beauty queen, all she wanted was to win the handsome cowboy's heart. But would he thank her with a marriage proposal when he learned the bittersweet truth about who she really was?
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“I noticed you haven’t been making my bed.”
Hannah seemed mystified by Clayton’s accusation. “Make the bed? Every morning?”
“Straighten the covers. Put the spread on top.”
“But—you sleep in that bed.”
“That’s true. But only at night. It can sit here made up the whole day while I’m working.”
“You should air it during the day so it’ll be fresh at night. What benefit do you derive from it being made while you’re gone? You’ll only see it at night before you unmake it.”
She stood beside his bed, inches away from him, looking at him tentatively. She was as wrong for him as any woman could be. But he wanted to pull her into his arms and sink into the unmade bed with her, and hold her all night and all day…
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This April, let Silhouette Romance shower you with treats. We’ve got must-read miniseries, bestselling authors and tons of happy endings!
The nonstop excitement begins with Marie Ferrarella’s contribution to BUNDLES OF JOY. A single dad finds himself falling for his live-in nanny—who’s got a baby of her own. So when a cry interrupts a midnight kiss, the question sure to be asked is Your Baby or Mine?
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Also set to march down the aisle this month is the second member of THE SINGLE DADDY CLUB. Donna Clayton, winner of the prestigious Holt Medallion, brings you the story of a desperate daddy and the pampered debutante who becomes a Nanny in the Nick of Time.
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Rounding out the month is the heartwarming A Wife for Doctor Sam by Phyllis Halldorson, the story of a small town doctor who’s vowed never to fall in love again. And Sally Carleen’s Porcupine Ranch, about a housekeeper who knows nothing about keeping house, but knows exactly how to keep her sexy boss happy!
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To Linda Steward and Sarah Reed
for letting me borrow their real ranch
SALLY CARLEEN
For as long as she can remember, Sally planned to be a writer when she grew up. Finally, one day, after more years than she cares to admit, she realized she was as grown up as she was likely to become, and began to write romance novels. In the years prior to her epiphany, Sally supported her writing habit by working as a legal secretary, real-estate agent, legal assistant, leasing agent, an executive secretary, and in various other occupations.
She now writes full-time and looks upon her previous careers as research and/or torture. A native of McAlester, Oklahoma, and naturalized citizen of Dallas, Texas, Sally now lives in Lee’s Summit, Missouri, with her husband, Max, their very large cat, Leo, and a very small dog, Cricket. Her interests, besides writing, are chocolate and Classic Coke.
Readers can write to Sally at P.O. Box 6614, Lee’s Summit, MO 64086.
Hannah Lindsay rubbed her sweaty palms down the sides of her cotton skirt. Yesterday, she’d lost her mind or she never would have let Samuel talk her into coming out here. Today, she’d lost control of her body. No matter how hard she concentrated, she simply couldn’t make her hand reach up and knock on the door in front of her.
She turned and looked wistfully back toward her small white car parked only a few yards away. The normally nondescript vehicle had been transformed into a bright, beckoning beacon against the dreary landscape. Tufts of grass, a few small cacti and several gnarled mesquite trees stabbed the flat, parched, brown earth, their green colors muted by the dust
Only forty-five minutes south of San Antonio, Clayton Sinclair’s ranch seemed light-years from her cozy condo in the heart of the city. If she drove really fast, she could make it home in forty minutes. Maybe thirty-five.
Behind her the door opened.
She spun around to see a huge cowboy standing in the doorway, glowering down at her.
Okay, maybe huge was an exaggeration, but he was definitely large, and he was definitely glowering.
She recognized Clayton Sinclair from the picture Samuel, his grandfather, had shown her. He was a younger, tougher, sun-bronzed version of his grandfather. Tall, like Samuel, but with much wider shoulders and a bigger chest, as if he wrestled two-ton steers before breakfast.
His hair was light, sun-streaked. Probably wrestled those steers after lunch in the midday sun, too. Squint lines fanned out from intensely blue eyes that seemed to burn from his deeply tanned face. Whoever said blue was a cool color? Hannah thought.
