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A SEAL’s Vow – The SEALs of Chance Creek Book 2 By Cora Seton


A SEAL’s Vow
The SEALs of Chance Creek Book 2
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cora Seton

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Navy SEAL Clay Pickett needs a wife, fast, or he’ll lose the model sustainable community he and his friends came home to Chance Creek to build. He’s got just the woman for the job in mind: sexy, sensitive Nora Ridgeway. Too bad she’s not interested in rushing to the altar.

When Nora leaves her job as a school teacher to open a Jane Austen Bed and Breakfast with her friends—and finally get a chance to write her novel—she’s relieved to escape the escalating threats of violence from an unknown student stalker, and more than a little interested in the Navy SEAL who’s after her heart. But when trouble starts stalking her at Chance Creek, Nora begins to wonder if she’s left her past behind after all.

Can Clay and Nora find a way to be together when everything is trying to tear them apart?

We first met Clay in ‘A SEAL’s Oath’ when Boone picks him up at the airport. Clay also meets Nora at that time and convinces her not to leave. This book opens a little before Riley and Boone’s wedding.

Something woke Clay to alertness, yet when he looked for the source of the noise there was nothing. Clay begins his day with a jog and is surprised by Walker who insists he draws a straw. Clay is definitely not happy he draws the short one, he wanted lots of time for Nora to get to know him.

At almost the same time in the mansion Nora wakes with the sensation she’s being watched, after investigating a bit she decides it was the house settling and begins to dress for the day. Needing some inspiration she plans to sit by the creek for a while, it’s peaceful and quiet there. At least it was until Clay scares the living daylights out of her.

Nora sat on her flat stone gazing at the creek, her thoughts too tangled to get any writing done, although her notebook sat in her lap, a pen clipped to its pages.

She kept thinking of Riley’s upcoming marriage to Boone, which inevitably led to thoughts of Clay. It was hard not to wish their circumstances were different. Living so close together, they should have had lots of chances to meet up, talk and get to know one another. Without a deadline, they could have discovered their areas of common interest. Maybe they would have gone for long walks. Maybe they’d have swum in the creek in the summer. Eventually they might have dated, kissed and…more. The thought of a long, slow courtship with the SEAL made her veins sizzle. She couldn’t pretend she hadn’t dreamed of how it would go—how Clay would seduce her over time.

But Clay needed a wife far too soon for them to experience anything like that. She’d explained that to him. He’d said he didn’t have a choice. Someday soon he’d marry.

And she’d still be alone.

As much as she tried to enjoy the beautiful setting and the soft morning air, that thought kept intruding, along with memories of Baltimore. The last few years hadn’t been easy. After her mother’s death following a long illness, Nora had been lonely and vulnerable, an easy mark for a teenager with a grudge.

It had been several weeks since she’d really thought about her stalker, and she wished he wasn’t on her mind now. She had an unsettled feeling, the same one she always got when the wind shifted around to herald an oncoming storm. As she watched the creek roll past, she allowed memories of her stalker’s messages to seep through her defenses. She shut her eyes when his voice—his awful, mechanically distorted, gritty voice—filled her mind instantly with echoes of his violently sexual messages. He was always harping on the relationship between them. That she’d been the teacher, but now she’d be his student.

I’ll teach you so many things you don’t know. You’ll like it when I touch you. You’ll get wet for me. You’ll beg for more.

She hated the way his words had twisted her insides around with shame and fear.

I’ll tease you until you’re shaking, until you open for me, hoping I fill you full. I know you like it rough and it’ll get rough—I promise you that, Nora.

She hated the way he’d used her name over and over again until she’d thought about changing it legally when she left Baltimore. How unfair that someone could take something so personal and make it so ugly—as if he owned more of her than she did.

None of that was what kept her up at night, though. It was the violence in his later messages. The detailed descriptions of how he’d kill her. The way he’d twisted it together with sexual images until her flesh crawled with the dread of his hands on her skin.

I’ll fuck you long and hard. Until your screams leave your throat hoarse. Until you can’t scream anymore. And that’s when the real fun—

“Nora! There you are!”

Nora shrieked when someone hurtled at her out of the woods, scooped her up and swung her around in a circle. Adrenaline sliced through her as she kicked out her feet and pummeled her fists against her attacker. She screamed again, fought to shake him off, but he had her in such a tight hold she couldn’t move.

“Nora!”

She flailed and kicked and thrashed but she couldn’t get free. She couldn’t—

“Nora, it’s me! It’s Clay! Baby, you’re all right.” He set her back down on the stone and circled quickly around to crouch before her.

Nora couldn’t breathe. Hyperventilating, she scrambled to her knees to ward him off. “No…no!”

Clay backed away, his hands held out to appease her. “It’s just me. Calm down! I’m sorry I scared you.”

She sat down again on the rock with a thump, wrapped her arms around her stomach and bent over, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was racing, her pulse tripping and catching in her veins. Tears pricked her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Damn it, what had Clay been thinking, sneaking up on her like that?

“Are you okay?”

She straightened. “No… I’m not… okay.” She wasn’t, not even close. Her heart wouldn’t stop and she pressed a hand to her chest, willing it to slow down. It was hard to breathe, too. She tried to suck in air but somehow it wouldn’t reach her lungs. Clay’s expression changed from worry to outright concern.

“Nora, look at me.” She did so. “Count. One, two, three…” He led her up to ten, back down again and repeated the exercise. Nora did her best count with him. Was her heart slowing? Maybe.

They did it again. Bit by bit, the air reached her lungs.

Finally she was able to let her shoulders relax, and the world stopped spinning. She felt like she’d woken from a nightmare, shreds of the dream still flapping around her.

“I’m sorry.” Clay’s gaze searched hers. “I won’t do that again.”

Nora could only nod.

Clay sat down beside her. “So much for impressing you with my romantic fervor.”

Despite everything, she laughed, a funny little gulp that was almost a sob. “Yeah. So much for that.” She fought for composure. “I was thinking about Baltimore. About that kid…”

“The one who stalked you?” Clay raked a hand through his hair. “Shit, I didn’t even think…”

“It’s okay,” she assured him, embarrassed by her overreaction.

“Can we start over?”

“I guess so.” She couldn’t help but notice the way the sunlight brought out the color of his eyes. He was so close to her she could see faint traces of laugh lines radiating out from the corners of them. His concern was plain and she relaxed a little more. The SEAL was so damn handsome.

And such an ass for scaring her like that.

He took a deep breath. “Nora, there’s something I want to ask you. Something really important—” He cut off and frowned as if he’d changed his mind. “You know what? I’d probably better walk you back to camp. It’s getting late and we’ve got a lot to do to prepare for the wedding.”

She nodded, gathering herself together, but she wondered what he’d really wanted to say. Had he been about to ask her out?

No. She’d made it perfectly clear she wouldn’t date him.

He reached out to help her up, then snatched his hand back quickly, probably afraid she’d decline after his botched attempt to sweep her off her feet. What had he been thinking when he’d scooped her up like that? He’d said it was a romantic gesture, but they’d agreed he would leave her alone.

Had he changed his mind?
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This is just the beginning of some awkwardness as Clay’s father also shows up at Base Camp.

More little things happen to make Nora even more uneasy and her thoughts go to the stalker she thought she left in Baltimore. The people involved with the show don’t know about it and she wasn’t going to enlighten them either.

When it’s revealed Clay is to be the next to wed, Nora is certain she just can’t marry him. There’s not enough time to get to know him well enough for that.

Very unsure of the outcome of courting Nora, Clay approaches Boone and asks him for a month to convince Nora, but to find a backup bride just in case.

Things escalate very quickly in this book with many disturbing things happening.

I laughed, cried, and held my breath more than once as this story unfolds. I loved every interaction Clay has with Nora. These two are so right for each other.

I am already reading the next in this series. I can’t seem to stop.

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Cora Seton

USA Today and NYT Times bestselling author Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle nine years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.

Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini.


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A SEALs Oath – SEALs of Chance Creek Book 1 By Cora Seton


A SEAL’s Oath
SEALs of Chance Creek Book 1
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Cora Seton

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Wanted: one wife, one baby.
Love not required.

Navy SEAL Boone Rudman has six months to find a wife and get her pregnant or he’ll lose his chance to win 1500 acres of prime Montana ranch land. So when he discovers Riley Eaton living on his new ranch, all grown up from the tomboy she used to be, he decides she’ll do for his bride—whether or not she’s got other plans.

Riley Eaton quit her job, sold her car and moved to Chance Creek with her friends to pursue the dreams she’d put on hold for far too long. She has no idea her uncle sold the ranch out from under her—and has no plans to marry any time soon—but when Boone shows up, sexy as hell after fifteen years in the service, she begins to wonder if her priorities are all wrong.

When duty turns to desire, Boone launches a campaign to win Riley’s heart. But is it too little, too late? Or can he convince Riley to forget the past and create a future worth fighting for?

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I had just finished the latest in this series when I realized that I’ve read all of these but haven’t reviewed them. So now I’m on a mission to re-read and review from book 1.

In this first book the stage is set. Boone Rudman and three of his friends have decided to build a sustainable community. One that is eco-friendly to show that you can live comfortably and save the planet. He had applied for a grant from the Fulsom Foundation and it was their impressive proposal that caught the attention of the Foundation’s director Martin Fulsom. Fulsom has the property they will need and the funds to achieve their goal. Unfortunately he also has a few things he insists on, a reality type show, women involved, a wedding and pregnancies.

Riley’s has just lost her job and with it the possibility of adopting a child. Her friends aren’t happy with their jobs and one of them has been receiving threats. Riley’s been thinking a lot about her family home in Chance Creek, her Uncle Ross owns it now, but one day it would be hers. She was the only one who ever spends time their. Now she comes up with an idea, throw off the shackles of this modern world and make a vow to live as Regency women for six months. During that time they would pursue their dreams. For Riley it would be painting, for Nora write her novel, for Avery write her screen-play and Savannah resume piano. Little did they know things were about to take a radical turn.

Apparently Riley’s Uncle Ross sold the property and the deal Boone made with Fulsom made him the next owner if the conditions are met.

This is a favorite scene.

Getting her to fall for him might prove more problematic, though.

“Go away,” Riley said. “It’s the middle of the freaking night.” She tried to shut the door again, but Boone muscled it open.

“The sun has been up for over two hours. Time to rise and shine.”

“What are you so cheerful about?”

“Getting to see you again.” It was true; there wasn’t anywhere he’d rather be than right here. “I’m glad you came to Westfield.”

“Glad enough to let me stay?”

“Of course. If you’ll marry me.”

“Boone.” Even disapproving, she looked so delicious in her old-fashioned getup.

“Riley.”

“Are you really serious about that?”

“You have no idea.” He was afraid she’d close the door, so he steered the conversation to safer ground. “You four can have the manor and the two acres around it, including the gardens out back. The Horsemen and I won’t touch them. In fact, we won’t trespass without your invitation.”

Riley relaxed a little. “Okay.”

“Feel free to wander the rest of the ranch, of course; just be careful of our gardens and installations. If you want to learn more about our solar power system or anything else, just ask. I’d love to show them to you once they’re up and running.”

Riley nodded. “We’ll be careful.” She bit her lip and he had the feeling she was remembering that Russ had sold the place out from under her. Time to distract her again.

“My sustainable community will be off-grid. How about we get the manor off the grid, too?”

“That would be… interesting,” Riley said. She stifled a yawn. “Could you maybe come back later? Like, when I’m dressed?”

“I’d prefer to talk now. I’m kind of enjoying this,” he said.

Riley rolled her eyes, but color bloomed in her cheeks, and Boone’s pulse two-stepped in his veins. Without thinking, he leaned in closer, intent on stealing a kiss. Riley didn’t pull away. Instead, she watched him come toward her, and even lifted her chin as if to meet him halfway.

“Riley? What’s going on?” a voice called.

They sprang apart. Boone looked past Riley to see an ethereal blonde come down the stairs. A possible match for Clay, he thought.

“It’s our landlord.” Riley smoothed her dress. A blush tinged her cheeks.

“This early?” Another woman descended the stairs. A brunette. Boone paired her with Walker in his mind; she looked nearly as serious as he pretended to be. When a redhead joined the group, pattering down the steps so quickly her white nightgown billowed around her, he had to bite back a smile. Jericho would be pleased.

“Just had a few things to say. Riley, can you introduce me?”

“This is Savannah,” she said, indicating the blonde.

“Good morning, Lieutenant,” Savannah said with a little curtsy. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?”

“It sure is. But I’m not a lieutenant,” Boone said. “I enlisted in the Navy straight out of high school and—”

“We appreciate you letting us stay at the manor, Lieutenant,” the redhead interrupted. “I’m Avery, by the way. It’s a shame you aren’t wearing your uniform, you know.”

“I’m happy to have you here.” What was with the lieutenant bit?

“We’re very happy to be here, Lieutenant. And we’ll take care of the house as if it was our own,” the brunette said.

“Because it should be,” Riley added. “This is Nora, by the way. She’s a teacher.”

Boone forged ahead. “First things first. I’m not a lieutenant. I’m a non-commissioned officer and—”

“But lieutenant sounds so romantic,” Avery said. “They’re always lieutenants in Jane Austen novels.”

“That’s not even true,” Nora said. “There’s Colonel Brandon, Captain Wentworth…”

“Are you a colonel or a captain?” Savannah asked Boone.

“No, but—”

“See, he’s a lieutenant,” Avery said.

“Of course, Jane Austen would have pronounced it lef-tenant, being British and all,” Nora pointed out.

“I’m damn well not a lef-anything,” Boone growled.

“That’s okay, we’re not British.” Avery shrugged. “Lieutenant it is.”

Boone gave up. “I was explaining to Riley that I want you all to feel at home here. Three friends will be joining me soon. Until then, please let me know how I can help make Westfield comfortable.”

“Lieutenant Rudman’s building a commune down by the barn,” Riley added sweetly.

“Community. A sustainable community.” If he thought he’d have the upper hand by coming early, he’d definitely been mistaken.

“When are your friends arriving?” Avery asked.

“A couple of weeks.”

“Weeks?” She sounded disappointed.

“Avery.” Nora looked reproving.

“That’s a long time. It’s not like I can head into town on Friday night and go to a bar dressed like this,” Avery said.

Boone suppressed a smile. He’d like to see that.

“We’re not here to meet men,” Nora said.

“Maybe you aren’t.”

“We swore an oath, remember?”

“There’ll be plenty of men to choose from in my community,” Boone interjected. He could handle them screwing up his rank if they’d agree to marry his friends. “Maybe you’ll find your Mr. Darcy there. Come on down whenever you get lonely. You can take your pick.”
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With Riley and Boone getting reacquainted there’s still much for Boone to accomplish. Riley in her way helps to open his eyes about some of the design.

We meet a couple who also like to stay in the same era and offer some fun things the women hadn’t considered. Things really get interesting when the other guys show up, each showing an interest in one of Riley’s friends.

Riley and her friends also start thinking of a plan to make money once all this everything with the reality show is over. A B&B and Wedding venue at the manor house becomes a viable idea with the request for a regency wedding by Savannah’s cousin.

Fulsom is another matter altogether, every time that man opens his mouth it’s something that makes this project even more of a challenge.

I love these characters, the premise is different and intriguing. The reality show part will no doubt cause issues, and also add more complications as this series continues.

I laughed a lot and shook my head as well. Riley and Boone are explosive in their attraction and really heat up the pages.

I am starting my re-read of book two, I hope to have these all done by the time the final book in the series publishes.

5 Contented Purrs for Cora!

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Cora Seton

USA Today and NYT Times bestselling author Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle nine years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.

Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini.


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Merry Christmas! The Cowboy’s Christmas Bride – Cowboys of Chance Creek Book 9 by Cora Seton



The Cowboy’s Christmas Bride
Cowboys of Chance Creek Book 9
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After traveling around the globe for over a year, Cole Linden is more than ready to return home to Montana, so when his fiancée, Sunshine, suddenly cuts their trip short and books them flights back to Chance Creek, Cole feels like the holidays have come early this year. He hopes she’ll love the present he bought her: a restaurant space downtown. If only he can transform it into the sleek, modern style she likes before Christmas, maybe she’ll finally agree to set a date for their wedding.

Sunshine can’t believe she’s pregnant, but she is, which means it’s high time to get back home. It also means she needs to re-think her career goals. She can’t run a world-class restaurant in tiny Chance Creek—especially not with a baby. So Cole will have to be the breadwinner of the family. Which means he needs a ranch. Luckily she’s found one. Three hundred acres of prime ranch land and a wonderful—if dilapidated—house. With Christmas looming, she’ll need to race to turn it into the comfortable family home they’ll need as soon as they get married.

But when a delayed flight results in the loss of their hotel room, Cole and Sunshine realize they’ll have to couch surf through the holidays. Staying with each of their friends in turn leads to a series of revelations that might undermine their relationship for good. Can Cole and Sunshine make it until Christmas?

Or will this be the holiday that ends it all?

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Merry Christmas Everyone!

Once again I am starting a series at the end not the beginning but that is certainly okay. Chance Creek has several series set within it and I wanted a Christmas story. This one is definitely what I wanted.

Cole and Sunshine have been traveling the globe, getting to know each other better and enjoying learning about world cuisine and cultures. Now after years of travel they are heading home to Chance Creek, hopefully to stay.

While they are both excited to return, they are both keeping secrets. In an unexpected twist, they run into one of Cole’s old girlfriends at the airport, Fran is anything but subtle as she describes that relationship. Although Sunshine knows her relationship is secure, doubts creep in.

Once in Chance Creek, their reserved hotel room has been given away, this is a favorite scene.

She opened her eyes, took in the drab facade of the motel and nodded. Without a word she undid her seatbelt, gathered her purse and stepped out. Cole joined her, taking in her ridiculous but beautiful high-heeled leather boots. She’d likely break her neck on the ice before they reached the front entrance. When he went to take her arm, Sunshine smiled at him, but that didn’t dispel the tiredness that etched her face. He needed to get her to their room, fast.

They walked in silence to the lobby where a woman greeted them with a frown. “Sorry, folks. We’re full up, just like the sign says.”

“We have a reservation,” Cole said. “Under the name Linden.”

The woman was already shaking her head. “Like I said, we’re full up. Everyone’s already checked in.”

“We have a reservation.” He couldn’t keep the steel from his tone. “Look it up.”

“Okay, Mr. Linden.” She typed into her computer and shrugged. “I’m sorry. Just like I said.”

Cole braced his hands on the counter. “We have to be in there. We’re a little late, but—”

She pursed her lips and typed some more. “You’re more than a little late, Mr. Linden. Your reservation started last night.”

“We got held up at the airport.”

“It’s a shame you didn’t let us know. We could have held your room. Instead we gave it to someone else.”

Anger boiled up inside Cole. “Like hell. I reserved that room for two weeks!”

“And you didn’t show up or notify us of your change in plans. We didn’t charge you.” The woman shrugged again.

“I don’t care if you didn’t! I need a room—now!”

“Cole.” Sunshine’s voice held a warning.

The woman folded her arms over her chest. “We’re fully booked, Mr. Linden. I think you’ll find most places are. You might try Billings—”

“I’m not driving two hours to find a motel.”

“Cole,” Sunshine said again. “You’re not helping.”

He clamped down on the urge to swear. She was right. Guilt swamped him again at the unhappy expression on his fiancée’s face.

“Isn’t there someone you know?” she asked.

He’d never seen her so pale and drained, even in the deepest jungle or on the most forbidding mountain. Maybe Sunshine was getting ill. If so, he couldn’t waste time arguing. “Take a seat,” he told her and waved at the armchairs positioned by the window. “I’ll find us somewhere to go.”
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From the moment Cole finds a room for them at Ethan and Autumn’s Bed and Breakfast you know this is going to be an interesting couple of weeks. They will only have this room for one night, then other friends step up and offer a room a night, right up to Christmas.

The thing is, Cole has bought a restaurant for Sunshine. It needs a lot of work before Christmas and his friends offer assistance in the project. He wants her to have what she wants, he also has to find a home for them. He isn’t kicking Scott Preston out of the apartment attached to his rifle range. He’d done so much while Cole and Sunshine were traveling.

Sunshine’s surprise is twofold, she is pregnant and she’s bought a ranch for Cole sight unseen. A ranch that Carl Whitfield wants to buy so badly he’s offering double the amount paid in cash. This has Sunshine questioning herself and Cole even as she and the other women start making the house livable.

Much hilarity as they make up excuses for not being where they said they were. That leads to a rock band and the guys taking dance lessons.

A fun read, with renewed friendships, new goals, and lots of love. I now have to go back and read the other books to see how all these friends became couples.

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Cora Seton

USA Today and NYT Times bestselling author Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle nine years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.

Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini.


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Christmas Countdown! The Navy SEAL’s Christmas Bride – Heroes of Chance Creek Book 4 By Cora Seton



The Navy SEAL’s Christmas Bride
Heroes of Chance Creek Book 4
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It’s Christmas time at Crescent Hall, but don’t expect expect peace, harmony and goodwill among men. When Mason Hall and his wife, Regan, invite their friends to stay for the holidays, sparks fly in an epic battle of the sexes, military style!

Navy SEAL Dan Hemmins goes head to head with soldier Sarah Metlin to prove once and for all that woman can’t possibly qualify for an elite branch of the military, but when Sarah proves she’s not just one of the most qualified warriors he’s ever met, she’s also one of the smartest and sexiest, too, he’ll do whatever it takes to get close to her, even if he has to challenge her to another contest…or three…or five!

The Navy SEAL’s Christmas Bride is a Heroes of Chance Creek novella, and has also been featured in the SEALs of Winter box set.

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This was definitely a fun book. The competitions between Dan and Sarah were hysterical in that they both seemed to have a need to prove something to the other.

Sarah has many issues with always having to prove herself. Being the only daughter in a military family she has broken the rules and joined up too. Much to their dismay and disapproval. She is stymied in her military career since she isn’t allowed to even try for special forces. (Although this rule has changed now.) She’s deciding whether to stay in or leave while on the Christmas leave.

As a Navy SEAL, Dan has always bantered with members of the other branches of the service, but he can’t quite get what’s going on with Sarah. He’s enjoying the competitions but he’s also feeling more. He wants more with Sarah.

This is a favorite scene when Sarah wins the shooting competition.

“I can’t believe how good a shot you are!” Regan said to Sarah as she and the rest of the women lined up on the porch to watch Dan’s naked laps around the Hall.

“I can’t believe you’re going to ogle another man when you’ve got this to look forward to tonight!” Mason called from the doorway where the rest of the men had gathered.

“I won’t look—much,” Regan said. “It’s your fault for inviting the streaker to stay with us.”

“It’s Sarah’s fault for winning that damned bet,” Austin said. “Ella, get inside!”

“I’m just here in solidarity with Sarah,” Ella said with a wink.

“You better not ogle him!”

“If Dan’s the only one naked, then he’s my only choice for ogling!”

“The hell you say.” Austin burst out of the house and unbuttoned his shirt as he clattered down the front steps.

“What are you doing?” Ella leaned over the railing.

“Running with Dan so you’ll keep your eyes where they’re meant to be—on me!”

Ella laughed. “If you run naked around the Hall, I will definitely ogle you, honey!”

“Well, hell,” Mason said. “I guess that means I better join them.” He raced down the steps, too, followed by Zane, John and Rafe.

“Run, baby, run!” Storm hollered at Zane.

Regan put two fingers in her mouth and let out a wolf whistle that brought everyone everyone to a halt. “Bet you didn’t even know I could do that,” she said to Mason.

“I didn’t. That’ll come handy when it’s time to move the cattle.”

Sarah laughed along with the others, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of Dan as he stripped off his shirt and got to work on his jeans. She’d known he’d be built under his winter gear, but the muscles carving his bare chest were breathtaking, as were the bulges that formed his biceps. No amount of training would give her biceps like that—not even with steroids, which she would never touch. She was an athlete—she could hold her head up high in any company—but she couldn’t compete with him that way.

And she didn’t want to at the moment. She just wanted to watch him. Avidly.

The other men were buff, too, of course, but she wasn’t going to stare at her friend’s husbands.

“Naked racing around the Hall. That’s a new holiday tradition,” Ella mused.

“A very short-lived, if fun, tradition.” Regan smoothed a hand over her pregnant belly. “I will not have my kids growing up with this kind of thing going on.” But her lips were twitching at the prospect in front of her and Sarah didn’t blame her. The men were down to their skivvies and damn, if this wasn’t a sight to see.

“Okay, boys! When I yell go, drop your drawers and run,” Mason called. “On your mark, get set, go!”

Sarah joined in the other women’s laughter as the men peeled off their shorts and took off. Regan leaned way over the railing as they quick turned the corner around the Hall. “Now that is a sight.”

“Yes, it is,” Sarah agreed. “Too bad they’re so damn fast.”

“I think Dan’s running a hell of a lot faster now than he did earlier on those snowshoes,” Ella said.

“If we were smart, we’d run through the Hall and catch them on the other side, too.” Regan gestured for the front door.

“Good idea!” Storm strode toward it, then yelped as a mad dash ensued, with some good-natured pushing and shoving along the way. The pack of women reached the back porch just in time to catch the men racing past again. Regan let out another wolf-whistle, eliciting more laughter. Sarah caught Dan’s eye as he went past and he saluted her.

“Back to the front,” Regan yelled and the women charged through the Hall again. This time they moved faster and got a full frontal view of the running men.

“All right! That’s what we like to see! Come to Mama!” Ella yelled.

Austin did a front handspring and the women cheered. The men disappeared around the side of the Hall again.

“To the back!”

Sarah charged to the back porch with the rest of them, laughing so hard she could barely keep up. As they raced back and forth and the men progressed to cartwheels, back flips and other tricks to elicit cheers, all her pain and worry about the future slid away. She didn’t know when she’d had such fun.
Seton, Cora. The Navy SEAL’s Christmas Bride (Heroes of Chance Creek Series Book 4). (Kindle Locations 608-640). One Acre Press. Kindle Edition.

Lots of fun, ribbing and revelations as these two come to terms with themselves and their attraction to each other.

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Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini.


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Issued to the Bride: One Soldier – Brides of Chance Creek Book 5 By Cora Seton



Issued To The Bride: One Soldier
Brides of Chance Creek Book 5
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Jack Sanders built his career as an army intelligence operative on his uncanny ability to anticipate what the enemy will do next–but he never anticipated the trouble he’s landed in. Removed from duty, his future on the line, he’ll have to accept a truly unusual mission to redeem himself. His orders are clear: head to Montana, marry General Reed’s daughter, and secure the family’s ranch once and for all from the drug cartel trying to get a toe hold in Chance Creek.

Everyone knows Alice Reed gets hunches about what might happen. What they don’t know is she’s got one blind spot: her own future. But she’s watched four men arrive to marry her four sisters. It doesn’t take a psychic to predict her father plans to send a man for her, as well. But when Jack arrives, Alice knows she’s in trouble. He seems as aware of the future as she is; and he wants something from her she swore she’d never give to a man her father sent–

Her heart.

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Jack is going to have it a lot harder than the other guys the General sent. Not that any of them had an easy time winning the hearts of their Brides but Alice is different.

Jack believes there is a logical explanation for everything and nothing is magical or mystical. Alice on the other hand, has visions, not always clear but they come true and there is no explanation.

Jack has also been trying to see the maze and the center stone, sending drones in to observe only to be foiled at every turn. When he tries to enter the maze it closes, and he thinks it’s something Alice is doing with some sort of mechanism. He’s determined to figure it out.

This is a favorite scene that shows the maze truly has a mind of it’s own.

Alice wasn’t sure, but somehow it was a big deal. Peering into the heart of the maze was like peering into Amelia’s heart. He didn’t just get to fly over and see everything all at once.

“I’m not doing this,” she repeated. “It’s the maze. It’s not going to let you in.”

“And you can’t get out, either,” he pointed out. “So I’m going to stand right here until you open it again.”

“Jack!” He wasn’t listening to her.

“I’m a lot more determined than you give me credit for. You think you can run me off this ranch with a little hocus-pocus and a lot of attitude?”

“Attitude?” This wasn’t attitude. This was… Alice didn’t know what it was. This was the way things worked at Two Willows.

“You can’t keep me out of there forever.” She could hear the frustration in his voice, and while his words should have annoyed her—and did—his tone somehow endeared him to her. He was a man. Human. And he wanted to be in the maze with her.

She got a glimpse of them holding hands. Jack leaning down and kissing her. A surge of desire swept through her, surprising Alice with its strength. It had been a long time since she’d wanted a man’s touch.

“I’m not trying to keep you out, but I think… I think for now you have to go away,” she said reluctantly. “I don’t think it’s going to open again if it means giving you the chance to get in.”

“I could just shove my way through it.”

“Don’t!” Alice caught herself. He’d think she’d lost her mind. “Don’t push through it, Jack. This is a slow-growing hedge. You’ll break branches and ruin it.” She didn’t add she wasn’t sure what it would do to him if he tried.

“If you want me to leave Two Willows so badly, just say so.”

Alice stepped forward. “It’s not that,” she heard herself say.

“Then what is it?” He sounded closer. Right on the other side of the hedge. What did the maze want? That was obvious.

“You have to have a little faith. I’m not lying to you, Jack. About anything.” She wasn’t sure he’d heard. It was quiet for a long time.

“How can I believe you when what you’re saying is impossible?”

Alice chuckled. That was the question, wasn’t it? “Welcome to my world. Just go back to the house for a minute, okay?”

She thought she heard him sigh. Would he leave Two Willows? Why did she hope he’d stay?

“Will you come back to the house, too?” Jack asked.

Alice touched her gloved hand to the wall of the hedge again, knowing Jack was on the other side of it. “Yes, I’ll be right there.”
Seton, Cora. Issued to the Bride One Soldier (Brides of Chance Creek Book 5) (Kindle Locations 1049-1070). One Acre Press. Kindle Edition.

Top all that off with the problem that started in the last book with all the daughter’s off the ranch. The General is injured and coming home. Not an event they are looking forward to.

Alice also has a commitment to make Civil War ballgowns for Landon Clark, a producer, to review and he keeps changing when he’ll arrive, bringing it closer instead of postponing.

Talk about tension, when the General arrives he believes he is in control. His daughters are stubborn and he is going to see a bit of their wrath.

Getting ready for the holidays, a plumbing issue with a new plumber to fix it, a producer filled with his own self importance and Cass’s best friend Wyoming staying with them since she lost her job combine to make this a family drama of epic proportions.

Oh did I mention the cute aide the general has with him? He kind of likes Wyoming but she has her eye on the plumber.

Lots of problems for Jack as he tries to make sense of Alice’s gift, I found myself laughing and cheering on the strong women of Two Oaks. I even cried a few times as the General works his way toward peace with his daughters.

Plus the added surprise in the general’s letter from his wife, giving us yet another book in this series!

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USA Today and NYT Times bestselling author Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle nine years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.

Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini.


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Issued to the Bride: One Marine – Brides of Chance Creek Book 4 by Cora Seton



Issued to the Bride: One Marine
Brides of Chance Creek Book 4
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Marine Logan Hughes uses humor like a shield because the twists and turns his life has taken have led him far from the path he was supposed to tread. He’s no priest, and despite his parents’ continued hope, he has no desire to become one. Still, he’s no devil, either. So when his attempt to protect an innocent person lands him with two choices—the brig or marriage to a woman he doesn’t know—he chooses marriage. Which means denying his family’s plans for him once and for all.

Lena Reed doesn’t find it funny at all that three times her father has sent a man to help with her ranch, and three times one of her sisters has married him. She’s not falling for that trick. She was born to run the cattle operation at Two Willows, and no man is going to take that away from her. So when Logan arrives, she’ll do whatever she can to keep him at arm’s length. Only problem is the marine refuses to stay there. Bit by bit, he’s wearing down her resistance to him. But will giving into her feelings mean giving up her dreams?

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Lena wants nothing to do with Logan, the cattle operation has been hers and she runs it the way it should be run. No man is going to tell her how to run it or take it from her.

The other men her father sent are now her brothers-in-law and have been following her lead. But will this one? Lena doesn’t want or need a husband.

Logan has admired Lena from afar through the photos surrounding him in his office. Seeing her in person shows him what a photo can’t, she is beautiful, determined and not about to give up her part of the ranch.

This is a favorite scene as Logan hands her the reins so to speak.

Someone was coming down the track from the house, waving a white handkerchief at the end of a long stick, a couple of dogs following briskly at his heels.

Logan—with Champ and Isobel.

Lena sighed. Who else?

With her hands braced on her hips, Lena waited for him.

“Make it fast.”

“I come in peace,” he told her when he approached, Champ and Isobel running circles around him, sniffing and investigating their surroundings. “With a message from Brian and Connor, as well as myself.”

“Spit it out. I’ve got work to do.” He was handsome; she’d give him that. An intelligence lurked in his eyes despite his joking manner. Lena wondered what he was like when he stopped messing around, then nearly groaned. She didn’t care if Logan was smart or as dumb as a stump. Either way, he was far too dangerous to let past her guard.

“You didn’t ask us to come here. Your father sent us without consulting you. We get that—and we wish it was different.”

“So?” If he thought he was scoring points, he wasn’t. He was right; she didn’t want him here.

“So, Brian loves Cass, and Connor loves Sadie—and you know Hunter loves Jo. Anyone could see that last night. They aren’t going anywhere. But that doesn’t mean we have to be your enemies. None of us want that.”

“No, you just want to run the show and boss me around—”

“You’re wrong. We want the opposite of that.”

“You want me to run the show and boss you around?” she asked sarcastically. Did he think she was stupid? She bent down absently to give Isobel a pat.

“Exactly.”

When he didn’t elucidate further, Lena let out a huff of exasperation. “I told you not to waste my time.” She stood up again, and Isobel wandered off.

“You know Two Willows. You grew up here. This is your mother’s ranch. You should be the boss. None of us is clamoring for the job.”

“And you’ll what—follow orders?” She wasn’t buying it.

He flashed a grin that made her swallow. Hell, he was handsome, wasn’t he? “Yes, we will. All of us have made careers out of following orders. You might not believe this, baby girl, but we’re just happy to be here. Alive. Working. With a chance to make a home for ourselves here. All of us love ranching. We’ve got it made at Two Willows. So, boss us the fuck around. We’ll do our best.”

“What if your best isn’t good enough?” This had to be a trick, and Lena hated tricks. Hated the hope that coursed through her veins at his words. Scott had fooled her, too, she reminded herself. Pretended to care for her when he was using her all along.

“Then shit-can us and kick us to the curb,” Logan told her. “Come on—we’ll be a kick-ass crew of hired hands. The best you ever had.”

“Hired hands? What does that mean? You’ll want to be paid?” Logan thought about it.

“Guess we will. Fair wages. We’ve got to be able to take our wives out to dinner now and then, don’t you think?”

“You have a wife?” Somehow the thought of it twisted her gut.

“Not yet.” And before she could stop him, Logan took two steps forward, bent down and snatched a kiss, jerking back out of the way again before she could slug him. “I’d say that’s a start,” he added and walked away jauntily, whistling for Isobel and Champ to follow him. The little furry traitors did. “We’ll look for a roster of chores in the kitchen at lunchtime,” he called over his shoulder.
Seton, Cora. Issued to the Bride One Marine (Brides of Chance Creek Book 4) (Kindle Locations 586-615). One Acre Press. Kindle Edition.

There’s more trouble brewing even as the men rebuild the stables.

A drone that keeps showing up around the maze has Alice up in arms. Hmm wonder who that could be.

Then there is the moment that has never happened before, all the girls off the ranch.

Funny, sassy, hold your breath suspense and plenty of surprises in this one!

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USA Today and NYT Times bestselling author Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle nine years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.

Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini.


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Issued to the Bride: One Airman – Brides of Chance Creek Book 2 by Cora Seton



Issued to the Bride: One Airman
Brides of Chance Creek Book 2
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Airman Connor O’Riley never believed in love until he saw proof of it in the most unlikely place–a battlefield in the middle of the Syrian civil war. Now he’s in hot water with the Air Force, and if he wants to clear his name he’ll have to put his new-found belief in love to the test–by convincing his superior officer’s daughter to marry him.

Sadie Reed is done with love. Her poor choices nearly got her sisters killed when she fell for a man entrenched in the drug trade. She’s ready to leave Chance Creek—just as soon as her sister returns from her honeymoon. So when a handsome airman shows up at Two Willows, with orders from her father to help Sadie build a legacy project, she gives Connor one month to get it done.

Connor never thought he’d fall for Sadie, but when he learns she means to leave, he knows far more than his mission–and his future–is at stake. Can he convince her to stay?

Or will love remain out of his reach for good?

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The General’s choice for his daughter Sadie is Connor O’Riley.

Now Connor hasn’t always believed in love, and strange as it might seem he saw it overseas. The real deal, love that lasts over time. He wants that too.

Sadie is the gardener in the family. Anything and everything to do with plants she can do. From growing them, to making elixirs for natural remedies. Unfortunately since she’s decided to leave her home the plants have stopped talking to her. She doesn’t know what they need and they’re dying.

Yes the plants talk to her, in this book we see more in depth the magic of their ranch and the girls part in that. The maze with it’s stone is the centerpiece from which most of the magic flows.

Connor went to the stone that first night, and asked his question.

This is a favorite scene.

Is love worth fighting for? he asked the stone silently—as if it could answer.

Too late, he remembered Brian claimed it could.

Connor jerked back his hands, took in Sadie’s surprised expression as she stepped back, too, and searched for an explanation he could give her.

Before he could think of anything to say, the breeze played up, tossing Sadie’s hair into her eyes. It tossed something else past him—a ripple of color that landed in the hedge behind Sadie.

“What’s that?” He leaned past Sadie, just as she turned to investigate, too. Both of them reached for it at the same time, and their fingers touched before Sadie snatched her hand away and Connor lifted a faded hair ribbon from the greenery.

It was striped red, white and blue, but instead of reminding him of the American flag, it called to Connor’s mind the stripes of the French one. His parents had met in France—in Paris. They’d fallen in love there. Married there. Then traveled to Ireland to settle with his mother’s family.

When he held the ribbon up, Sadie shook her head. “I’ve never seen it before.”

On an impulse he caught her wrist and tied the ribbon around it. “Now you won’t forget the day you met me,” he said lightly. He knew he’d never forget the day he met her. Sadie was something else. Different from the other women he’d known. He wanted to touch her again. Wanted more.

Before she could pull away, he bent down and kissed her.

As both she and Connor reached for the ribbon, just for a moment—for one split second—Sadie felt her awareness sharpen. There was the hedge, thirsty, the needled tips of its branches feeling the blight of too much sun and not enough water—an imbalance that went too far beyond the normal long, hot Montana summer days for the hedge to withstand. Sadie sucked in a breath, grateful beyond measure for the return of that knowledge before she yanked her hand away, and Connor pulled the ribbon free of the branch where it had landed.

In that instant, the awareness disappeared. The world went mute again, and Sadie stared in shock at the man beside her as he held up the ribbon for her to inspect.
Seton, Cora. Issued to the Bride One Airman (Brides of Chance Creek Book 2) (Kindle Locations 462-479). One Acre Press. Kindle Edition.

The discovery that Connor’s touch brought back her magic more than startles Sadie. She couldn’t fall in love she has to leave.

While nothing in love ever goes smoothly, for these two it almost gets broken.

Let’s not forget about the troubles in book one, they come back to haunt us in this one too.

Have I mentioned I love Jo’s dogs?

Lots of fun, magical touches and a bit of drama.

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USA Today and NYT Times bestselling author Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle nine years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.

Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini.

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