Trading his laptop for aâ¦saddle?
Widower Jacob OâDonnell has to snap his teen daughter out of her rebellious ways. And his last resort to do so means temporarily swapping his Seattle boardroom for a Montana ranch. It should be simple, but nothing prepares him for the realities of a working ranchâ¦or for Mariah Weston. This rugged country can only be paradise to someone like Mariah, whose can-do attitude and sizzling-hot temper throw Jacob harder than any horse ever could.
Yet maybe a strong woman like Mariah can get through to his daughter. One thing is for sureâMariah is definitely getting through to Jacob! And the closer she gets to his heart, the more Jacob wants what he knows might be impossible.
âSo why didnât you get married?â
Jacob raised one eyebrow and continued, âMaybe Iâm not the only one concerned about losing someone special. Is that why you got engaged to a man you didnât really love? No one could blame you after the way your mother and father died.â
Mariah had never slapped a man, but she was within inches now. Jacob didnât have any place questioning her relationship with Luke, or bringing up her parents.
âBack off,â she ordered furiously, without letting Jacob say another word.
The repair of the fence took less than five minutes and she efficiently replaced the tools in Shadowâs saddlebag.
âWeâre done,â she said shortly.
âNo âweâ about it. You wouldnât let me help.â
âDonât push me, Jacob,â she warned. âI may not have liked the city, but I took self-defense classes when I lived there and you wouldnât enjoy being on the receiving end of what I learned.â
To her utter aggravation, he just laughed.
Dear Reader,
A friend used to speak longingly of the Amish lifestyle, believing it was less complicated and stressful than our fast-paced world. She would often say, âMaybe Iâll become Amish someday.â Iâd smile and think of her sporty red car, passion for movies and lattes, and the ultra modern home she shared with her husband.
Still, the happiest summer of my life was spent in the mountains living in a tent cabin and cooking on a wood stove. I quickly discovered the satisfaction of chopping firewood, living close to nature and taking pleasure in simple entertainments. Yet the adjustments I went through are nothing compared to what I ask of my hero when I send him on a ranch vacation with his rebellious fourteen-year-old daughter.
Imagine a wealthy, city-loving businessman who finds himself sleeping in a tent, riding horses and dealing with a stubborn redhead who isnât the least bit impressed with his money. Mariah is nothing like the gentle wife Jacob lost over ten years before. The only reason he stays is his troubled daughter, whose outrageous behavior has finally gotten her expelled from school. Jacob will try anything to help Kittie and he sees the ranch as a last resort.
I hope you have fun reading about Jacob and Mariah and their familiesâit was loads of fun writing about them. I also enjoy hearing from readers! Please contact me c/o Harlequin Books, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, ON M3B 3K9, Canada.
Wishing you all the best,
Julianna Morris
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Julianna Morris has an offbeat sense of humor that frequently gets her in trouble. She has also been accused of being interested in everything. Her interests range from oceanography and photography to traveling, antiquing, painting, walking on the beach and reading (mysteries and most other fiction and nonfiction). Julianna loves cats of all shapes and sizes. Her familyâs feline companion is named Merlin, and like his namesake, Merlin is an alchemistâhe can transform the house into a disaster in nothing flat. And since he shares the premises with a writer, itâs interesting to note that he is particularly fond of knocking books onto the floor.
To my talented sister, who is also my best friend.
And to the memory of my parents, two extraordinary people who taught their children to love books and the world around us.
PROLOGUE
âTHANK YOU FOR COMââ
The door of the conference room opened, interrupting Jacob OâDonnellâs opening remarks to his executive board. His eyes narrowed until he saw it was his assistant. The look on Gretchenâs face said it allâhis daughter, Kittie, was in trouble. Again.
âNo injuries,â Gretchen whispered in his ear. âAccidental fire. Girlsâ locker room. But both fire and police departments had to be called.â
With effort Jacob kept his expression neutral. Fire. That was worse than anything Kittie had done before, though sheâd done plenty. He looked at the men and women seated around the long table. âI apologize, but something urgent has come up that needs my attention.â