You're Still the One
You’re Still the OneToday is Rachel McAllister’s birthday and she’s about to receive one heck of a present…pro bull rider Matt Gunderson, the boy who once broke her teenage heart, is back in town on a break from the rodeo circuit. So Rachel only has a few days to see if their chemistry is still sizzling…
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Popular Mills & Boon>Â® Blaze>Â® author Debbi Rawlins keeps readers in the saddle with her continuing miniseries
MADE IN MONTANA
Since the McAllisters opened a dude ranch catering to single women, the sleepy town of Blackfoot Falls has become a lot more interestingâ¦
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One of the great joys of writing a series with recurring characters is the anticipation factor. For me, I mean. Ever since I wrote the first character sketch of Wallace Gunderson, that horrible man who appeared in the first book, I knew he would bring a lot of secrets and lies along with him. Enough to rock Blackfoot Falls down to the roots.
But, he also brought along troubled, angry Matt Gunderson, his son. Matt had run the moment he was able and became a bull-riding champion. Now heâs come back, and no one is more shocked than Rachel McAllister, who never got over the love of her life.
Itâs not exactly a modern version of Romeo and Juliet, but it was even more fun to write than iâd imagined. I hope you like it, too.
All my best,
About the Author
DEBBI RAWLINS lives in central utah, out in the country, surrounded by woods and deer and wild turkeys. itâs quite a change for a city girl who didnât even know where the state of Utah was until a few years ago. Of course, unfamiliarity has never stopped her. Between her junior and senior years of college, she spontaneously left her home in Hawaii and bummed around Europe for five weeks by herself. And much to her parentsâ delight, returned home with only a quarter in her wallet.
WITHOUT FEELING AN OUNCE of guilt, Rachel McAllister, still wearing her blue flannel pajamas and comfy robe, left her mother in the kitchen to make breakfast and plopped down on the leather couch in the den with her laptop. Today was her birthday and she was taking the day off. Well, not the whole day. That would be impossible unless she left the Sundance. Upstairs in the guest wing, a dozen women were in the midst of waking up, applying war paint or debating over which inappropriate outfit to wear for their sleigh ride through the foothills.
This was February in Montana, the temperature near freezing and no strongly worded advice Rachel posted on the Sundanceâs website made a bit of difference. The women came dressed more to impress her brothers than to stay warm. God bless the McAllister boys. All three of them were terrific ranchers, even better eye candy, and the reservations by adventurous single women kept on coming. Good for the bottom line each month, not so good for Rachelâs sad little life.
She couldnât complain, though, since it had been her idea to make part of the family homestead a dude ranch. They needed the income until their real business of raising cattle, and the economy in general, recovered. Then sheâd be free again. Free to pursue a career, live in the bright lights of the city, wear high heels and orange sweaters that clashed horribly with her auburn hair, without anyone giving her a second look. And hopefully, barter her masterâs degree for a cool job with a hotel chain that would send her to even cooler places.
But the ranchâher familyâhad paid for that graduate degree and she owed them big-time. They didnât feel that way, of course. She was the youngest, the only girl, and her mother and brothers would do anything for herâincluding keeping her in the dark about the familyâs floundering finances while paying her tuition. Yet she shouldâve knownâ¦would have seen it if she hadnât been so self-absorbed and living the good life in Dallas.
Through five generations of McAllisters the threethousandacre Sundance had been one of the most prosperous ranches around. Not once had it occurred to her that they were struggling just like any other business in the livestock industry that was dependent on beef consumption and gas prices.
No, sheâd turned a blind eye for years, going to school, cashing the monthly expense checks they sent herâ¦. The idea shamed her so much she couldnât bear to think about it. And she wouldnât. Not today. Not on her twenty-sixth birthday. Sheâd cut herself a break. Just for a few hoursâ¦
Her laptop stirred to life and she checked email first, grinning at the string of funny birthday messages from her college friends. Her sophomore roommate, Ashley, had sent an e-card of a male stripper strategically holding a birthday cake. Rachel laughed, glancing toward the door to make sure she was still alone.
She opened several more e-cards and found that everyone seemed to be on the same cheesy track. The semi-naked men would be far more amusing if she hadnât been celibate for so damn long. Almost eight months since sheâd returned home, and before that another four since sheâd split from her casual relationship with Tom, a third-year law student. Great. Her dry spell was about to reach the anniversary mark.