Mackenzie smiled. âBabysitting isnât part of your job description. But thank you.â
Warmth spread through Justinâs chest at her smile. He wondered if heâd ever met a woman he was so blindingly attracted toâand decided in a hurry that was a terrible thought to have about his boss. Definitely a dead end. There was no way on this planet he had any business being attracted to her.
âIâm going to get some coffee. You want a cup?â
âNo, thank you. You go on.â
He nodded and turned to leave.
But he turned back around to meet her gaze. He started to say that minding her daughters hadnât been work. Heâd done it because heâd wanted to. Wanted to make her happy, to help her out.
It was a bad idea to make such a confession.
Dear Reader,
Justin Morant is in a pickle! Heâs been sent on a mission to Bridesmaids Creek, Texas, and specifically to the Hanging H ranch, where he immediately realizes heâs been set up to work for a sexy mama with four tiny daughters at a ranch that was once a celebrated haunted houseânot his idea of How to End a Rodeo Career! Falling for the boss lady was never part of the plan, but those little babies are trying to steal his heart. The thing is, maybe his heart was ready to be stolen, because he sure canât imagine life without them, or their spunky, independent mother.
Mackenzie Hawthorne is stunned when the handsome ex-rodeo rider shows up on her porch to apply for the job of ranch foreman. Sheâs not happy when she finds out that her good friend Ty Spurlock has sent the rodeo rebel on a mission of marriage, essentially, but Justin is so sweet with her four babies that soon her heart is in serious danger of falling. Sheâs not interested in marrying again, but Justin seems in no hurry to leave her or the babiesâis it possible that this time sheâs found the man of her dreams?
I invite you to join me in Bridesmaids Creek, Texas, a small town of good-hearted people whose residents have created a man-friendly environment full of legends and so-called magic history to showcase Bridesmaids Creekâs many wonderful charms. I hope youâll enjoy this first story, set in a place so mystical it could only be called âhome.â
All my best,
Tina Leonard
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TINA LEONARD is a USA TODAY bestselling and award-winning author of more than fifty projects, including several popular miniseries for Mills & Boon. Known for bad-boy heroes and smart, adventurous heroines, her books have made the USA TODAY, Waldenbooks, Ingram and Nielsen BookScan bestseller lists. Born on a military base, Tina lived in many states before eventually marrying the boy who did her crayon printing for her in the first grade. You can visit her at www.tinaleonard.com, and follow her on Facebook and Twitter.
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Chapter One
Justin Morant recognized trouble when his buddy Ty Spurlock texted him a link to a dating website. This was what happened when you had to leave the rodeo circuit thanks to a career-ending injury: your friends decided you needed a woman with whom to share your retirement, and maybe a spread to call your own because you were going to need something to do with your new spare time. The woman would run your life and the spread would rule your life, and maybe it was one and the same. Youâd work hard, be tied to the land and the woman, never have two nickels to call your own. Youâd have children and, suddenly, you were up to your neck in obligations and debt.
Heâd seen it happen too many times. At twenty-seven, Justin was in no hurry to be fobbed off on a woman who was so desperate for a man that sheâd use an online service.
He packed up his duffel, tossed it in his seen-better-days white truck and headed away from Montana, destination unknown, knee killing him this fine summer day.
His phone rang and Justin pulled over. This was a conversation that was going to follow him every step of his self-imposed sabbatical if he didnât stamp it out now.
âIâm not going to answer the ad, Ty,â he said, skipping the greetings.
âHear me out, big guy. Iâm from Bridesmaids Creek. I know where the Hawthorne spread is. Itâs the Hanging H ranch, or, as we locals fondly call it, the Haunted H. Go check out the place. Youâve got nothing better to do, my friend.â
âWhat kind of a name is Haunted H?â
âThe Hawthornes used to run a yearly haunted house for kiddies there, and folks remember that. It was bad to the bone, and rug rats to small-fry attended like bees at a hive. Mackenzieâs folks did everything they could to turn a dime with it. Her family raked in dough nine months a year with puppet shows, petting zoos, pony rides and lots of good treats.â