Wrangling The Rich Rancher
This rancher can't say no to a sexy single mum… It's the day of reckoning for Matt Clark, secret illegitimate son of a country superstar. Because journalist Libby Penn is on the doorstep of his sprawling ranch seeking an interview. He denies her request. But feisty Libby thrills him as no woman ever has. Soon they're in his bed.Despite their sizzling chemistry, Matt worries the stunning single mom is still vulnerable after losing her husband. And he resents her desire to reunite him with his father. But resistance to the sunny spitfire is proving futile…
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This rancher canât say no to a sexy single mom...
Itâs the day of reckoning for Matt Clark, secret illegitimate son of a country superstar. Because journalist Libby Penn is on the doorstep of his sprawling ranch seeking an interview. He denies her request. But feisty Libby thrills him as no woman ever has. Soon theyâre in his bed.
Despite their sizzling chemistry, Matt worries the stunning single mom is still vulnerable after losing her husband. And he resents her desire to reunite him with his father. But resistance to the sunny spitfire is proving futile...
Wrangling the Rich Rancher is part of the Sons of Country series.
âIâll walk you to your door.â
âThat isnât necessary,â Libby said. âMy cabinâs right over there.â
âYes, but sometimes the coyotes come down from the hills at this hour,â Matt insisted.
âBut they wouldnât approach me, would they?â
âThey might. Iâve heard theyâre partial to blondes in short skirts and fancy boots.â
She broke into a smile. âI can fend them off. Iâm tougher than I look.â
âThatâs good. Because you look like a sugar cookie dipped in silver sprinkles.â
âYou donât like sugar cookies?â
âI never said I didnât like them. I can eat dozens of them.â His amber eyes turned hungry. âI could even devour one whole.â
Libby fidgeted in her seat. âYouâre making me nervous, Matt.â
He dropped his gaze to her mouth. âIâve been thinking about kissing you.â
âYou probably shouldnât be telling me this.â
âIâm not taking it back, either. I admitted how I feel, and itâs done and over now.â
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Wrangling the Rich Rancher
is part of the Sons of Country series:
Three heirs to country-music royalty face
the music with three very special women...
When I suggested this series, focusing on a country star and his sons, I was thrilled that my editors liked the concept, too. I used to work for some famous musicians. Many years ago I painted the leather pick guards on the original Waylon Jennings signature guitars that the Fender Custom Shop produced. I painted the guitar straps that accompanied those guitars, too.
During that time I met Waylon backstage at a show, and he was just the nicest man. But by no means did I base this series on him. It doesnât have anything to do with Waylon Jennings or his family. Nonetheless, Iâve been inspired by having known so many interesting people in the music profession.
Truthfully, Iâm actually more of a rock ânâ roll girl than a country gal, but many a country star has influenced me. For a short time I lived in Bakersfield, California, and I enjoyed going to Buck Owens Crystal Palace and checking out the memorabilia on the walls. I enjoyed listening to the music they played there, too. Is it any wonder I plotted a Sons of Country series? I think not.
Love and hugs,
Sheri WhiteFeather
SHERI WHITEFEATHER is an award-winning, bestselling author. She writes a variety of romance novels for Mills & Boon and is known for incorporating Native American elements into her stories. She has two grown children, who are tribally enrolled members of the Muscogee Creek Nation. She lives in California and enjoys shopping in vintage stores and visiting art galleries and museums. Sheri loves to hear from her readers at www.sheriwhitefeather.com.
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He was gorgeous, Libby Penn thought, this cowboy sheâd come to see. Yes, indeed: tall, dark and ruggedly appealing, with a long, lean body, straight short black hair and whiskey-colored eyes. All man, all denim and leather, all Western. If she were in the market for a lover, he would be darned hard to resist. But she hadnât been with anyone since sheâd lost her husband, and she wasnât ready to sleep with Matt Clark or anyone else. Not that Matt was asking her to share his bed. She barely knew him. Theyâd only just met yesterday afternoon, and briefly at that. Besides, she was here for business, and she needed to keep her professional wits about her.
Still, from the moment theyâd first laid eyes on each other, a strange sort of chemistryâthe kind that zapped you when you least expected itâhad risen up between them. Even now, she could sense his uneasy attraction to her, and he wasnât even looking her way. Clearly, he didnât like feeling something for one of his guests.
The thing was, she hadnât even told him the real reason she was here, staying at his recreational ranch. As far as he knew, she was just another tourist visiting the Texas Hill Country.
She and some of the other guests were finishing up breakfast, and soon would be dispersing to engage in whatever activities interested them: horseback riding, hiking, swimming, fishing, skeet shooting, horseshoes, Ping-Pong. There was a playground and petting corral for the kids. On top of that, the ranch had a world-class champion quarter horse standing at stud. They also bred him to their mares, and during foaling season, guests could ooh and aah over their offspring. Of course, hayrides, barbecues, campfires and country hoedowns were part of the regular program. According to the schedule sheâd been given, a boot-scooting dance and fried chicken dinner were on the calendar for tomorrow night, with all ages welcome.
