Mary might not be able to stay here, after all.
A winter alone with Jonah could prove too dangerous.
âIâm not going to pounce on you,â he said quietly, a flicker of humor in the words. âThat doesnât mean I donât want to, but I wonât.â
She stared at him, mouth agape.
He laughed, another temptation in itself, his voice smooth and luxuriously deep. âDrink up, cowgirl, then go to bed. Youâve had a long day. By morning, youâll have all your fences in place again.â
âThis is so strange,â she said, talking more to herself than to him.
His eyes roamed over her face as if memorizing its planes and shapes. âNot so strange. Youâre a very lovely woman. And I still have warm blood flowing through my veinsâ¦.â
Dear Reader,
Well, itâs September, which always sounds like a fresh start to me, no matter how old I get. And evidently we have six women this month who agree. In Home Again by Joan Elliott Pickart, a woman who canât have children has decided to work with them in a professional capacityâbut when she is assigned an orphaned little boy, she fears sheâs in over her head. Then she meets his gorgeous guardianâand sheâs sure of it!
In the next installment of MOST LIKELY TOâ¦, The Measure of a Man by Marie Ferrarella, a single mother attempting to help her beloved former professor joins forces with a former campus golden boy, now the collegeâ¦custodian. What could have happened? Allison Leighâs The Tycoonâs Marriage Bid pits a pregnant secretary against her ex-boss who, unbeknownst to him, has a real connection to her babyâs father. In The Other Side of Paradise by Laurie Paige, next up in her SEVEN DEVILS miniseries, a mysterious woman seeking refuge as a ranch hand learns that she may have more ties to the community than she could have ever suspected. When a beautiful nurse is assigned to care for a devastatingly handsome, if cantankerous, cowboy, the results areâ¦well, you get the pictureâbut you can have it spelled out for you in Stella Bagwellâs next MEN OF THE WEST book, Taming a Dark Horse. And in Undercover Nanny by Wendy Warren, a domestically challenged female detective decides itâs necessary to penetrate the lair of single father and heir to a grocery fortune by pretending to beâ¦his nanny. Hmm. It could workâ¦.
So enjoy, and snuggle up. Fall weather is just around the cornerâ¦.
Happy reading!
Gail Chasan
Senior Editor
Mary McHale checked the directions on the sheet of paper, then studied the road again. There was no indication of a one-lane bridge on the quickly sketched map at the bottom of the brochure, nor of a creek.
Before retracing her tracks to the main county road, she perused the evergreen forest rising up the steep slope of the mountain, listened to the sound of the quietly burbling creek under the wooden bridge, then wondered if the water was pure enough to drink.
Not that she would risk taking a sip, but the woodland scene looked so peaceful and inviting it was difficult to imagine danger lurking there, whether germs or other kinds.
A place to lose yourself. Or maybe, she mused, a place to lose the world and find yourself.
The deep quiet called to her, but she had obligations and, as some poet had once said, miles to go before she slept.
With a sigh, she wheeled the old SUV and horse trailer in a tight arc and started back the way sheâd come. At the main county road, she headed north once more and continued her search for the Towbridge ranch.
Three miles farther on, another gravel lane forked to the left. She spotted the sign informing her that the place she sought was seven miles west and made the correct turn.
Relief wafted through her. The shadows were long, she was tired and Attila needed food, water and exercise.
Nearly twenty minutes and seven miles later, she pulled up before the main building, a timber structure built rather like a large hunting lodge. A sign over the front porch declared the place to be the Towbridge Ranch, Est. 1899.
The gravel driveway continued on and circled a wooded area dotted with three or four picnic tables. Around the western perimeter of the driveway, she spotted camp sites through the firs and pine trees. RVs filled most of the parking spaces.
Well, it was the first Monday of September. Labor Day. Families were enjoying their last weekend in the mountains before winter set in, she supposed.