AnneMarie Novark

old-fashioned romance with a whole lot of sizzle

Her Reluctant Rancher

Posted By AnneMarie on August 13, 2010

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HER RELUCTANT RANCHER
by Anne Marie Novark
ISBN 1-60154-251-8

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Construction tycoon Trevor Callahan returns to Stone Creek, Texas, to settle his grandfather’s estate. He wants to sell the Rocking C Ranch so he can put his unhappy past behind him and move on. Living with his stern grandfather taught Trev an important lesson: Caring makes a man weak.

Single-mom Beth Evans once confused lust for love and will never let it happen again. She drives the Stone Creek bookmobile and is trying to raise funds to build a new library. In his will, Hank Callahan bequeathed a million dollars for the project, but attached one stipulation: Do not let his grandson sell the ranch.

EXCERPT:

All Beth’s good intentions about keeping her distance flew out the window. “Listen, Mr. Hotshot, I said I’d go and I will. Unless you don’t want me to?” Maybe he didn’t want her company. Maybe the kiss they shared hadn’t affected him at all. Trevor’s life and his world were far out of Beth’s realm of reality. And the women he knew were very different from her. Maybe he’d found her lacking. Maybe she was only imagining the electricity zipping between them.

He leveled those gray eyes on her. “Oh, I want you.”

Beth swallowed. No way could she misinterpret his meaning. “You want me to go to Laredo with you?”

“That too.” He leaned across the desk. “You know, we haven’t discussed the kiss the other night.”

She scooted the chair back. “There’s nothing to discuss.”

He stood and slowly came around the desk, reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet. “I want to kiss you again.”

“That’s probably not a good idea.” Oh, lord. She was playing with fire and if she wasn’t careful, she was going to get burned. Bad.

“Probably not. I know you said we’d never kiss again. But don’t you want to kiss me? Can’t you feel the pull between us?”

“Yes… No!” She jerked her hand free and started backing away.

He followed, closing in on her until she bumped against the library table. “Just one kiss, Beth. One kiss can’t hurt.”

Before she could react, before she could reply, Trevor wrapped his arms around her, covered her mouth with his and God help her, she was a goner.

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