Rich Rancher For Christmas

A wealthy cowboy in her stocking...

CJ Wesley values his privacy more than anything. If TV news star Natalie Baker reveals he’s really a Beaumont heir, the media will go wild. That’s when a surprise snowstorm strands the beautiful reporter in his house—and in his bed. Soon he’ll learn how much she’s discovered...and how much he wants her.

CJ defies Natalie’s expectations. The gruff, sexy cowboy knows how to heat up a snowbound cabin and make Christmas magical. Exposing the elusive Beaumont brother will save her job—but only at the price of their passionate connection. It’s a holiday dilemma...but will the right choice lead to forever?

Rich Rancher for Christmas is part of The Beaumont Heirs series.

“Here,” he said in that husky voice of his.

He held her by the shoulders and made her stand up straight. “Are you too cold?”

Her face, her hands, her feet—yes. But other parts of her?

CJ pushed the hood back for her. The rush of air around the back of her neck made her shiver. “A little,” she said, but anything else she wanted to add died on her tongue when he reached up and began to pull the zipper of her suit down.

He was unwrapping her. Slowly.

Oh, yeah—some parts of her were beginning to burn. She wanted to shift her feet to take some of the pressure off her center, but she didn’t want to break the spell of this exact moment.

“You never did tell me the other way of warming someone up.” She was surprised to hear her own voice come out deeper—more sultry.

Because she wanted this. Not the story, not her ratings—the man.

* * *

Rich Rancher for Christmas is part of the Beaumont Heirs series—One Colorado family, limitless scandal!

Dear Reader,

Welcome back to Colorado! The Beaumonts Heirs are one of Denver’s oldest, most preeminent families. The Beaumont heirs are the children of Hardwick Beaumont. Although he’s been dead for almost a decade, Hardwick’s womanizing ways—the four marriages and divorces, the ten children and uncounted illegitimate children—are still leaving ripples in the Beaumont family.

Especially now that some of those illegitimate children are revealing themselves. CJ Wesley wasn’t happy when his half brothers dragged his parentage into the spotlight. He’s a rancher who just wants to be left alone. So far, no one knows his birth father’s identity and CJ is going to keep it that way.

But television personality Natalie Baker needs a ratings boost—and an exclusive reveal of another Beaumont bastard’s identity is just the ticket. She tracks CJ down with a plan—but she never expects the blizzard that strands her out on his ranch for Christmas. CJ doesn’t trust Natalie—but she’s not the same woman who smiles at him from his TV. Will Natalie reveal CJ’s secret—or will she trust him with her own?

Rich Rancher for Christmas is a sensual story about fighting for your dreams and falling in love. I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it! Be sure to stop by sarahmanderson.com and sign up for my newsletter at eepurl.com/nv39b to join me as I say, Long Live Cowboys!

Sarah

Rich Rancher for Christmas

Sarah M. Anderson

www.millsandboon.co.uk

SARAH M. ANDERSON may live east of the Mississippi River, but her heart lies out west on the Great Plains. Sarah’s book A Man of Privilege won an RT Book Reviews 2012 Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award. The Nanny Plan was a 2016 RITA® Finalist.

Sarah spends her days having conversations with imaginary cowboys and billionaires. Find out more about Sarah’s heroes at www.sarahmanderson.com and sign up for the new-release newsletter at www.eepurl.com/nv39b.

To my mom, Carolyn, who insisted I take touch-typing in high school instead of welding.

You were right. But then, you usually are!

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

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

Extract

Copyright

One

An old-fashioned bell chimed as Natalie Baker shoved the door open at Firestone Grain and Feed. Oh, the amount of dirt on that thing—she hoped it hadn’t ruined her expensive skirt. Except for the pine boughs and holly that hung in the windows, the entire store looked like it had been rolled through a pasture. She was a long way from downtown Denver.

“Help you?” a man wearing suspenders over a flannel shirt asked from behind the counter. His eyes widened as he took in her five-inch heels and her legs. By the time his gaze had worked its way back up to her perfectly contoured face and professional blow-out, his mouth had flopped open, too. The only thing missing was a stick of grass hanging out of his lips.

“Hello,” Natalie said in her best television voice. “I could use a little help.”

“You lost?” He looked her over again and she had to wonder if he’d ever had a woman in heels in this feed store before. God knew she wouldn’t be here if there were any other option. “You look lost. I can get you back to Denver. Take a left out of the parking lot and—”