It looked so good on camera...
If it werenât for the money, Spencer Longfellow would happily drive Natasha Stevens and her TV crew right off his ranch. But his land, and his kids, mean the world to himâand heâll do anything to secure their future. Even cohost Natashaâs cooking show, Family Secrets, in his barn. Even play the token hunky cowboy to her sophisticated city slicker and flirt with her on national television... It could never amount to anything real anyway. After all, he was fooled and left in the dust by a city girl once. And he will never let that happen to himâor his kidsâagain.
âYou donât like me, do you?â
Spencer had just spent the evening with Natasha. Was it wrong to need a little time to himself?
âI donât know you.â Yet he recognized the way her eyes glistened in the firelight. Theyâd had that same glint the night before, under the light in Ellieâs stall, just after sheâd witnessed her first calf birth.
He could have sworn, that night, that the sheen was due to tears she was refusing to shed.
But tonight?
âYou say that like you donât want to get to know me.â
Apparently he was easy to read. But hey, he lived a simple lifeâa cowboy on a ranch. He didnât need subterfuge. Or societal graces.
It wasnât as if his cattle were going to get an edge on him because they could tell what he was thinking.
âI could pretend otherwise. With our business arrangement, and you here on my ranch, I probably should pretend. But no, I donât.â
Dear Reader,
Welcome to the Family Secrets cooking show, and the episode where youâre going to see everything that goes on behind the scenes, straight from the showâs creator, producer and director herself, heroine Natasha Stevens.
Natashaâs a strong woman. There are a lot of us making our way through this world. Some of us were just born that way. Most of us grew strong through the challenges life has imposed upon us, and the challenges we brought upon ourselves. Natashaâs strength comes from a mother who would accept nothing less. It was formed in the womb. She knows no other way.
And then she meets two childrenâand a manâwho expose the lie about everything sheâs always believed about herself. And Spencer is a cowboy to die for. To drool over. And yet...heâs got a lie in his life, too. A big one. These are fictional people, but theyâre facing real-life situations. Problems that, when we face them, might make us give up hope.
But please donât give up on us. Because there is always hope. In my books, in Harlequin books, but in real life, too. In the real world in which we live. I know this for a fact. Because I, too, have felt hopeless, and have learned that if we donât give up, if we keep trying, and if weâre willing to do the toughest job of allâlistening to our true heartsâhope will be right there waiting for us.
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All the best,
Tara
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Having written over seventy-five novels, TARA TAYLOR QUINN is a USA TODAY bestselling author with more than seven million copies sold. She is known for delivering emotional and psychologically astute novels of suspense and romance. Tara is a past president of Romance Writers of America. She has won a Readersâ Choice Award and is a five-time finalist for an RWA RITA® Award, a finalist for a Reviewersâ Choice Award and a Booksellersâ Best Award. She has also appeared on TV across the country, including CBS Sunday Morning. She supports the National Domestic Violence Hotline. If you or someone you know might be a victim of domestic violence in the United States, please contact 1-800-799-7233.
To my mother, Agnes Mary (Penny) Gumser, who spent my formative years putting me first, teaching me about the type of person I wanted to be. And who still, all these years later, is showing me, through every stage of life, how to listen with an open mind, to welcome with an open heart and to love with an open soul. I know joy exists because she first introduced me to it. And later, after a tragic death in our family, she showed me how to find it again.
CHAPTER ONE
THE THINGS YOU do for love...
Monitor receiver in hand, Spencer Longfellow took one last look at his sleeping seven-year-olds, slipped into his boots and quietly let himself out the back door, the line from an old song playing in his head.