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The Cowboy Imports A Bride – Cowboys of Chance Creek Book 3 By Cora Seton


The Cowboy Imports A Bride
Cowboys of Chance Creek Book 3
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cora Seton

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Rob Matheson’s a fighter. Flattening enemies with his fists or with his legendary practical jokes, he’s a tough enemy, and a troublesome friend. But Rob doesn’t know how much longer he can keep up the act. As his buddies get married one by one, he’s left with his lonely life – and the sinking feeling he lost more than his dreams when he traded them for a thick skin. Now Rob’s father has issued a challenge – he’ll give 200 acres of prime Montana ranchland to the first of his four sons to wed. No conditions, no meddling. Could this be a chance to become the man he really wants to be?

Morgan Tate’s worked for years to climb the ladder to a top job at Cassidy Wineries, but Duncan Cassidy, the boss’ son, always stands in her way. Now he’s issued an ultimatum; marry him or he’ll make sure she never works in the wine industry again. Morgan wants marriage – and a family – but not with Duncan. A certain cowboy in Chance Creek, Montana, has stolen her heart.

When Rob offers Morgan a proposition – marry him and split the land – they both find themselves with an ethical dilemma. They don’t know each other well enough to wed, but they can’t lie about their intentions before God and man, either.

Now they’ve got sixty days to fall in love, and a passel of family and friends determined to keep them apart. The victims of Rob’s previous jokes are lining up to get their revenge, and Morgan’s half-sister, Claire, is stirring up their mother’s past.

Will it take the biggest practical joke of all to convince the world – and themselves – that they’re truly meant to be man and wife?

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If you haven’t read the other books in this series, go back and do that now. You will definitely enjoy the series more as each one continues where the last one left off.

Rob has always been the prankster of this group of friends and he didn’t expect to fall heads over heals for Morgan. Morgan was a surprise to everyone as it was revealed that she is Ethan and Claire’s sister and the reason their mother disappeared every year.
With Morgan back in Canada the pranks on Rob begin. However the biggest thing is Rob’s father Holt’s declaration that the first of his sons to marry gets 200 acres of land. Land they can use as they please. Rob’s first thought is Morgan, he just has to convince her to marry him.

Morgan’s worked her way up the ladder at the winery and finally has her own vintage being released. Her boss’s son Duncan is a problem, he has been pushing for dates and does some pretty shady things to get her alone.

This is a favorite scene that includes both Duncan and Rob.

As she slid onto the seat and fastened her seatbelt, the car pulled away from the curb.

“Only the two of us tonight,” Duncan said, and she looked up with a start, her heart beginning to pound when she took in the empty passenger seat.

“Where’s your father?”

“He thought we young folks might like an evening to ourselves.” Duncan smiled into the rear view mirror, a self-satisfied smirk she longed to slap right off his face.

“Forget it. Take me home.”

“I don’t think so.” Duncan pushed down on the gas pedal and the car leaped forward. Glancing out the window, Morgan saw they weren’t headed downtown.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” He sped up again. He was driving way too fast for this neighborhood. Had he been drinking?

Probably.

“Duncan, I’m serious. Take me home.”

“Relax, Tate. You’re always so uptight. Maybe if you were getting some you wouldn’t be such a bitch.”

Getting some? She hoped he didn’t think he’d be getting some tonight.

She stealthily unlocked the door and gripped the handle. She couldn’t jump out of a moving vehicle but sooner or later he’d have to slow down. No way was she going to let him whisk her out of the city to some private place where she would be at his mercy. She knew all too well that men would use their strength against her, given half a chance.

Against her will, a memory of the night she and Claire had gone after Daniel Ledstrom flashed into her mind. Daniel—Claire’s ex—had taken thousands of dollars of interior design supplies from her home and stashed them in the garage of his mother’s vacant house. Claire thought she knew where he’d put them, and when they’d gone to check it out, they’d been cornered by Daniel and two of his thug friends. Morgan closed her eyes against the memories of the man who’d tossed her over his shoulder, hauled her into the house and dumped her on a bed. When he’d climbed on top of her, she’d thought she’d never get away. He’d torn her blouse open—touched her…

When she finally felt the car decelerate, she took her chance. Before Duncan had even pulled to a stop at the light, she clawed her seatbelt off, flung the door open, and leaped out. Her head down, she raced onto the sidewalk and down the street. It was quiet here—an industrial area. She had to hide before Duncan circled around the block.

Fishing her phone out of her purse, Morgan dialed information and asked to be put through to a cab company. She didn’t stop moving and she didn’t dial 911. Getting the police involved wouldn’t solve anything since Duncan hadn’t actually done anything yet. Plus it would get her fired, and without a recommendation from the only employer she’d had for a decade, she’d be toast. She’d have to figure out what to do about that tomorrow; right now, she needed to get home. Darting down an alley, she turned a corner and checked the street-signs.

“Hello,” she said when her call was put through. Fighting for breath, she kept running. “I need a cab. Fast.”

A screech of tires warned her Duncan was trolling the streets. She ducked down another alley and hid behind a dumpster. Duncan might drive up and down the area for a while, but he’d never get out and search on foot. He was too lazy.

Besides, he’d know right where to find her tomorrow. Time to update that résumé.

Half an hour later, a taxi dropped her off in front of her building and she climbed out, nearly weak with relief. Duncan hadn’t found her before the cab arrived. She was out forty dollars, and she dreaded what the morning would bring, but she was home.

Safe.

But as she walked into the covered garage under her three story complex, toward the entrance to her unit, she stifled a gasp when she saw a man loitering by her door. She stopped, ready to run, until she recognized him.

Rob.

Shocked, she lifted a hand to her hair. She was sweaty and disheveled from her dash through the streets of Victoria. Her pants were wrinkled and her blouse awry. What a time for the cowboy to show up on her doorstep.

Slowly, she approached him. “Rob? What are you doing here?”

He unfolded himself from where he’d been leaning against the wall. “I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d stop by.”

She raised an eyebrow. She was still trembling from her close call. Only twenty minutes ago she’d needed all her defenses against Duncan. Now the man she’d longed for was closing in on her, fast. She needed a moment to transition.

She didn’t get one.

“I couldn’t stay away from you any longer,” he said, bending down to give her a kiss that made her toes curl with desire, once she pushed Duncan from her mind. She forced herself to stay in the moment, to be conscious of only Rob. His smell, the taste of his mouth on hers, the strength in the arms that held her. She closed her eyes and leaned against him, letting everything else go. Rob Matheson was easy on the eyes, with a body made for touching. After a few moments, it was all she could do not to melt against him right here and now.

Easy, tiger. Remember your rules. Better not get him—or yourself—too hot and bothered.

She pulled away. “Come on in.”

“Thanks.” He finally released her and picked up a black suitcase. “Hope you don’t mind me showing up like this out of the blue. I had a sudden gap in my schedule.”

“Really?” She didn’t think ranchers got gaps in their schedules. “Is everything all right back at home?” She unlocked the door and showed him inside her small apartment. Lugging his gear, Rob followed her into the entryway and down a short hall to the living room. Her kitchenette hugged one wall, separated from the rest of the room by a counter. Her one bedroom and bathroom opened off to the side.

“I like your place. It’s…nice,” Rob said, putting down his suitcase. He seemed out of place in the confines of her little apartment. The cowboy was larger than life, and her living room was oh so small.

“You mean it’s tiny,” Morgan said, trying to wrap her head around his presence here. Somehow Rob demanded wide skies and open land. He didn’t belong in a city like Victoria. “It’s cheap, too. Only a thousand dollars a month.”

“A thousand dollars for this?” His eyebrows shot up.

“It’s expensive here.” “The money’s funny, too. What’s the deal with all the colors, eh?”

She had to laugh at the mixture of the Canadianism with his western drawl. Her shock at Duncan’s behavior and her wild flight through the streets began to melt away. Rob was here. She was definitely safe from Duncan now. “Easier to tell apart than your U.S. money.”

He sobered up. “Look, I know it’s not good manners to drop in unannounced like this, but I needed to see you and…well, I needed to get away from home for a bit.”

“Well, it’s great to see you, too. Just a little…unexpected.” Especially after the hellacious hellacious evening she’d had.

“There’s something I need to ask you. Something important.” He took her hand and led her over to her china-blue couch. There he hesitated, his gaze raking her from head to toe. Whatever he saw made his expression soften and he tilted her chin up and met her mouth with his own again. His kiss started out gentle, but then it intensified. He drew her in closer, one hand at the nape of her neck, the other at the small of her back.

Morgan let his kiss wash over her until she felt weak in the knees. She’d missed Rob so much—missed his touch so much. They hadn’t taken things very far when she’d visited Montana, but she’d wanted to, and she knew he wanted to. It was going to be hard to hold him off this time.

When she began to think holding him off was the last thing she wanted to do, he broke off the kiss, looking as undone by it as she was. After searching her face with his gaze, he slowly knelt in front of her and pulled something out of his pocket. Her stomach flipped when she saw it was a velvet-covered jewelry case. He opened it and held up the ring inside.

“Morgan Tate, will you marry me?”
Seton, Cora. The Cowboy Imports a Bride (Cowboys of Chance Creek, Book 3) . One Acre Press. Kindle Locations (451-513). Kindle Edition.

Now you know Rob’s proposal isn’t going to immediately cause Morgan to say yes. There’s quite the discussion before an agreement.

Rob shows up at the vineyard the next day, and while Morgan didn’t really want him there, she didn’t tell him not to visit. I really love the way Rob handles Duncan and embraces the information the workers give him.

This book is so much fun even with all the family drama and Rob finding alternatives for him and Morgan to start a vineyard. The simmer to sizzle relationship is a large part of this, but it’s all the other things sneaking in to cause controversy and angst that kept me turning the pages.

It’s also great to see everyone again, Ethan and Autumn, Jamie and Claire, Rob’s brothers Ned and Jake, Cab and well the whole dang crew shows up for Claire’s wedding. From wedding gowns to promises this book is packed with surprises.

I am already starting the next book, to see what happens next.

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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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The Cowboy Wins A Bride – Cowboys of Chance Creek Book 2 by Cora Seton


The Cowboy Wins A Bride
Cowboys of Chance Creek Book 2
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NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cora Seton

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All Jamie Lassiter wants is to marry his best friend’s sister and settle down for the rest of his life in Chance Creek. He’s saved his money, bought into the Cruz Guest Ranch and he’s ready for that wedding, but Claire Cruz is nowhere to be found.

Claire’s too busy leaving Montana behind to care about cowboys or their wedding plans. She’s got plans of her own – a trip around the world. She’ll go as soon as she buys her tickets and she doesn’t care if she ever sees Chance Creek again.

Desperate to change Claire’s mind, Jamie proposes a bet: give him six weeks to convince her to marry him. If he can’t, he’ll pay for her round-the-world tickets himself.

Claire can wait six weeks if it means free tickets and a chance to get a little revenge on a man who once broke her heart. She’s got only one stipulation: Jamie can’t touch or flirt with her – or any other woman – while the bet is on.

Now Jamie’s on the run from a bevy of cowboy-groupie ranch guests, and Claire’s learning she cares about the ranch – and Jamie – more than she dreamed possible.

Maybe it’s time to lose that bet.

As long as Jamie loses it first.

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I love Chance Creek and I’m pretty sure I haven’t been reading the different series in order. I am however trying to catch up on all the books before either a new series starts or another book gets added. I’ve only read the books in the bundle for this series although I own them all. So now I’m going to catch up.

It’s Ethan and Autumn’s Wedding day, and once again Rob has pulled a prank, this time on Claire. Little did he know that Jamie already had plans, just not for today. Although when Jamie finds out Claire’s plans for the money she received from the buy out of her share of the ranch those plans change radically.

This is a favorite scene.

“You figure out yet what you’re going to do with all that money?”

She should have known he’d bring up the cash. When Jamie bought into the ranch, he and Ethan were able to re-mortgage it. That, in turn, allowed them to buy her out. Hence the six-hundred-thousand dollars soon to be deposited in her bank account.

“Yep.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Really? What?”

Surprised you there, didn’t I, cowboy? “I’m closing down Ledstrom Designs and taking off.”

“Taking off? Where are you going?”

He sounded angry, which confused Claire. It wasn’t like he gave a damn where she went. Sure, he flirted with her now and then, and he’d even invited her to celebrate with the rest of the crowd the night he and Ethan became partners. She’d gone along with it, but made sure they were never alone. And she’d made sure to leave in plenty of time to drive back to Billings. She wasn’t going to be another one-night-stand notch on Jamie’s bedpost. “Wherever I choose.” She moved away from him, beginning her count again.

“For how long?”

“A year. Maybe two.” At this rate she’d never figure out if she had enough tables set up for all the wedding guests.

“Damn it! You can’t do that!” Jamie’s fist hit the table and made her jump. When he took her arm and pulled her around to face him she could only stare.

“Why the hell not?” Once she was over her shock, anger flooded her. What was he playing at, scaring her like that? She tried to shrug him off, but he tightened his grip around her bicep. He looked furious, too.

“Because…because you’re marrying me on Labor Day,” he blurted out. He fished around in his jeans pocket and pulled out small, velvet box. Letting go of her arm, he opened it, yanked out a ring, grabbed her hand and shoved it halfway onto her finger before she could react. She tried to pull her hand away as the ring’s setting dug into her skin, but he gripped her wrist with iron fingers and pushed it farther over her knuckle.

“What are you doing? Stop it!” Claire struck out, batting at his arms and chest. She’d had enough of Ethan’s friends’ stupidity today. It was one thing to switch the contents of her moisturizer and leave her a dorky note—she expected that kind of crap from Rob—but for Jamie to play along with the gag and take it to this level? She wouldn’t stand for it.

“No, I won’t stop it,” Jamie growled. “I’ve got everything planned out and you’re not going to screw it up again! You’re not going on any god-damned trip around the world, because you’re going to stay here and become my wife.” He rammed the ring the rest of the way onto her finger, then pulled her close, slid one hand around her waist and kissed her, hard.

When he released her, she rocked back on her heels, too stunned to speak. Clapping from across the lawn alerted her that Ethan, Rob and Cab had witnessed this whole debacle—hell, they were in on it, too, weren’t they? Heat surging into her cheeks, she shoved Jamie as hard as she could, and when that didn’t work, she went to peel the ring off and throw it in his face.

It didn’t budge.

“Shit.” She pulled and tugged, but the ring refused to slide back over her heat-swollen knuckle. “Jamie, I’m going to kill you!”

“You can do anything you want to me after we’re married. Until then you’ll shut up and act happy.”

What had come over him? Normally Jamie was laid back. He might laugh at Rob’s antics, but he didn’t participate in them. He’d picked a hell of a time to start. Outrage filled her until she thought she would burst with it. Of all the tricks he could think of to play on her, this was the cruelest one he could ever dream up. He’d already broken her heart once, but she’d gotten over it. Now he was going to pretend to care for her? Pretend to propose?

“I’ll bet I’ll kick your ass before sundown.”
Seton, Cora. The Cowboy Wins a Bride (Cowboys of Chance Creek, Book 2) (pp. 11-13). One Acre Press. Kindle Edition.

There’s a bit more to the bet that’s made and quite a few conditions Claire puts on it.

Fate has plans too, and Claire’s ex shows up with his wife and takes over ‘his’ business, firing her in the process. Now she needs to design the perfect home for Carl Whitfield. It’s a huge contract and will garner the attention Claire needs to start her design business. Oh and a letter found explains their mother’s absences from the ranch, what an interest twist.

All this while living and working with Jamie on the guest ranch. Her conditions aren’t easy ones, first he can’t touch and he can’t flirt with any of the women guests at the ranch.

I’m starting the next book now, I love these Cowboys!

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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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The Cowboy’s E-Mail Bride – Cowboys of Chance Creek Book 1 By Cora Seton


The Cowboy’s E-Mail Order Bride
The Cowboy’s of Chance Creek Book 1
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Cora Seton

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Ethan Cruz should be mending fences on his Montana ranch, but instead he’s driving to the Chance Creek, Montana, airport – to pick up the bride he didn’t know he had. This latest salvo in his ongoing practical joke battle with his best friend, Rob Matheson, has gone too far, and Ethan plans to send his “bride” right back home, then get busy plotting his revenge. One look at Autumn Leeds changes his mind, however. Perhaps he needs a bride, after all. A breathtakingly beautiful city bride.

Autumn Leeds needs a story – fast – or she’s going to lose her lucrative contract with CityPretty Magazine, so when she sees the crazy video plea for a modern mail-order bride for a cowboy, it sounds like the story of the century. Making a video of her own, she casts herself as the perfect mail-order bride for a rancher, but when she finally reaches Montana, she’s surprised to find Ethan’s the perfect cowboy husband-to-be. Against her better judgment, her plan to keep her handsome groom at arm’s length disintegrates into a night of passion spent in his arms.

Ethan knows he can’t keep playing this game – he has to come clean with Autumn and tell her the truth; about the practical joke and about the state of his ranch. He’s about to lose it all because of the debts his mother racked up before his parents’ deaths. Now his sister, Claire, wants to sell the ranch and collect what little money they can. He’ll be out of a home and a job, and in no shape to support the bride he desperately wants to marry, after all.

Autumn’s in bigger trouble than ever. Not only has she fallen in love with the subject of her expose – she might be carrying his child. If she doesn’t write this article and secure her contract for another year, she’ll lose everything – her career, her apartment, and more importantly, her family’s approval. The only alternative is to stay and marry Ethan. But how can she trust a man she’s just met when she knows too well that men always let you down?

Can a love based on lies last?

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What was a practical joke has gone way out of control. A video of a drunk Ethan describing his perfect wife is put out on the web by his friends. They picked a woman and now she’s arrived. Ethan plans to have her right back out on the next flight, that is until he sees her.

Autumn with the help of her best friend put together the response to Ethan’s video. For her this is a last ditch effort to keep her job at CityPretty, the article that would come from this would be priceless. Then she starts to realize Ethan really is everything she’s ever wanted in a man. No matter what her mother and sister’s philosophy on the subject is.

The one thing Autumn didn’t expect was to start loving this place and the man who runs it.

A visit from Ethan’s sister puts some interesting facts on the line and new decisions to make.

This is a favorite scene.

Claire put her hands on her hips and leaned closer to him. “She said she’s your fiancee. Your fiancee! When were you going to tell me, Ethan? After the wedding? And you obviously didn’t tell her about your money problems. That’s not right! None of this is—where did you even meet her?”

Autumn felt her face burning and even Ethan looked flushed. “That’s none of your business. What are you here for, anyway?” He crossed his arms.

“This ranch is half mine. Did you forget that?” Claire shook her head at him and the severe edges of her bob brushed her chin. “It’s time to sell. Let’s get what we can from it and move on. I’ve mocked up a listing. Look it over and see if I got it all right.” She shoved the folder into his hands.

“And what about me, huh, Claire? It’s all right for me to be an employee all my life?” He kicked a watering can across the garden. “I’ve worked this ranch since I could walk.”

“You can do something else.”

“I don’t want to do something else.” Claire clenched her fists. “Then buy me out. This dream is over, Ethan. The ranch is done.”

“Claire!”

But she’d already stormed off across the yard. In a moment she was out of sight around the corner of the bunkhouse and they heard an engine start up.

Ethan turned slowly around. “I’m sorry. Claire’s right; I should have told you. I just didn’t expect…”

“How bad is it?” She didn’t know why she was asking. She’d be gone in a week or two, back to her old life and old job. She hoped, anyway. This man was nothing to her. So what if he lied? The cold burn of fire in her gut told her it mattered a lot, but she forced that thought away. All men were liars. She’d known that since she was nine and watched her mother—her fun-loving, wonderful, warm mother turn overnight into an icy automaton, too busy and too hurt to open her heart to anyone—even her own daughters. She remembered the pain of that first year after he’d left. Her attempts to make her mother happy again.

Her failures.

“Bad. My mother,” he waved the folder in dismissal. “I loved her, but she didn’t belong on a ranch. She wanted to travel, live the high life. My Dad let her spend all he had, and then let her spend a whole lot more he didn’t have.”

A familiar tension twisted in her stomach as she remembered taking on the task of managing her family’s budget. Always good with numbers, and a better cook than Lily, first she took over the grocery shopping and meal preparation, then the rest of the bills as Teresa finished med school and began work. Adding up numbers that didn’t add up over and over again. Trying to make too little money stretch too far. Finding fifty ways to prepare beans and rice. “And just exactly when did you plan to say something—on our wedding night?”

The fury in her words made him flinch and she barely understood her own anger. After all, she was lying to him as much as he’d been lying to her, so why did it hurt so bad to find out that her cowboy groom was as big a jerk as her father?

Because her father hadn’t just broken her mother’s heart when he left; he’d broken hers, too. How many nights had she lain awake as a girl wondering what she’d done to drive him away. Was it the way she looked? The way she cried sometimes when she got hurt? The way she got a bad grade in spelling? For nine years he’d been a mainstay in her life—at the breakfast table in the morning, reading the newspaper when he got home at night, tucking her into bed with a tousle of her hair and a kiss on the forehead. Telling her he loved her.

But he didn’t. One day he was there. The next he was gone. And her mother might as well have gone, too. Even Lily changed. Suddenly mad all the time, ordering her around, pinching her when she made mistakes. “The house has to be clean. Hurry up, the dishes need to be done before she gets home. Clean up your toys, you want Mom to leave, too?”

“You have every right to be mad. I didn’t…” He hesitated. Making up more lies? “Listen, Autumn—I had no idea this would work.” He waved a hand to include the two of them. “I thought you’d leave as soon as you got to know me and saw what life out here looks like. You’re a city girl—why would you want to marry me and live like this? Even without the debt, it’s not like we’re ever going to be rich. You could have any guy. Why would you stay here with me?

His question struck her squarely in the gut. Why would she stay with him? Was it possible this handsome, self-confident cowboy had doubts of his own?

Maybe he did, she conceded, his explanations finally catching up with her. Sounds like his childhood wasn’t all roses and sunshine, either.

Well, she wasn’t going to stay, was she? Except she wanted to with every fiber of her being. She knew that a life with Ethan meant hard work and the ups and downs of being dependent on your own two hands to make a living, but she also knew it would never be boring and that the challenges would most likely bring them together in a way city living never could. And Ethan…over the last few days he’d driven her all over the ranch, showing her the land he loved and the cattle herds he depended on to make his living. He talked about how he was considering raising buffalo, and he told her stories about growing up here and learning to ride. The funniest stories, however, were the ones that included Rob, Cab and Jamie. She couldn’t believe how much trouble they’d found over the years, or the way they tormented each other with practical jokes. It was amazing they’d never landed in jail—and even more amazing that Cab grew up to be a sheriff.

Ethan was so patient around the animals, and so dedicated to running the ranch right. After dinner each night he spent time in the tiny office off his bedroom updating the ranch’s accounts. She had a feeling he kept track of his money down to the penny. Now she knew why.

But it was the evenings she loved the most. After he’d done his books and she’d downloaded her photographs and written her notes, they’d meet again on the back porch to hold hands, talk and swing. They’d decided heavy petting was allowed, which often turned into a romp on top of the covers on Ethan’s bed. As much as they did their best to satisfy each other without actually making love, Autumn didn’t think she could ever be satisfied until she had him again—body and soul. She wanted to stay here with Ethan more than anything else in the world. She wanted to be his wife.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Ethan said gruffly when she hesitated too long. “You don’t. And Claire’s right—I probably have to sell. Might as well get it all over with. I’ll take you to the airport in the morning.”

With that he strode to the back door and let it shut behind him with a bang. Alone in the garden, Autumn looked at the neat rows of plants reaching for the sun. She surveyed the fields that ran to far off mountains.

She didn’t want to go.

The large house across the yard caught her attention and once again she thought it was a shame no one lived in it. It was a beautiful log home, with wide decks and a stunning view of the mountains. If she was on vacation she’d spend a mint to rent one of those rooms.

Autumn’s heart skipped a beat, recalling a bunch of brochures Becka brought home from a travel agent’s office back in New York when she was trying to learn all she could about her prospective cowboy husband. They were advertisements for guest ranches and together she and Becka had laughed about the rustic accommodations and tourists dressed up like cowboys in shiny new boots.

A guest ranch—that was the answer to Ethan’s problems.

And she could help.
Seton, Cora. Cowboys of Chance Creek Vol 0 – 2. One Acre Press. Kindle Locations (2690-2749). Kindle Edition.

Plenty of ups and downs, and more interesting facts about Lacey as this tale unfolds.

Filled with Love, Laughter, Tears, Solutions and so much more, I can’t wait to read the next 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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The Cowboy Inherits A Bride – Cowboys of Chance Creek Book 0 by Cora Seton


The Cowboy Inherits A Bride
Cowboy’s of Chance Creek Book 0
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When Sunshine Patterson loses her Chicago home, job and boyfriend in one day, she needs a backup plan, fast. Luckily her Aunt Cecily has provided her with the perfect combination living and restaurant space to start over. Even though the building is located in small town Chance Creek, Montana, Sunshine is certain it’s only a matter of time before she’s back to take the big city by storm. When she arrives in Chance Creek, however, she gets a surprise. Her restaurant space—and apartment—are occupied by a rival to her inheritance: the incredibly sexy, incredibly wrong for her, Cole Linden.

Cole’s been struggling to save his family’s holdings for far too long. The indoor rifle range he inherited from his father barely pays its rent, but it’s all that’s keeping his other concerns—two apartment houses—afloat. If he was smart, he’d walk away from all of it and start over, but if he does, several dozen of Chance Creek’s inhabitants will find themselves without a home. He thought Cecily meant to leave him the range building in her will. Instead she’s set him up in a four-month-long competition with her big-city niece to see who will win the place. A niece whose knockout looks are making it damn hard for him to concentrate on the job at hand.

Sunshine can’t believe she’ll have to open a vegan restaurant in a rifle-range waiting room, and she can’t believe she’ll have to share her apartment with Cole, either. Cole can’t believe his friends are falling over themselves to help Sunshine succeed—and get a date with her.

Now the competition is getting hot, but the sparks flying between them are even hotter. Can Cole and Sunshine find a way they both can win?

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Sunshine is looking forward to a new beginning after losing just about everything to her ex. The inheritance of a restaurant with an apartment from her Aunt Cecily is a godsend. That is until she finds out there are a few underlying provisions to be met.

Cole wasn’t happy with the provisions either, he had been led to believe that he would inherit this building from Cecily so he would be able to carry on like his father had.

To say the provisions were a bit over the top is an understatement, since not only do they have to share the business space, the small one bedroom apartment and show a profit for their respective businesses. Four months and no more than one night spent away or they lose everything to the other.

Their first night Sunshine has to admit she can’t move his stuff out of the bedroom and would have to stay on the couch. If that wasn’t enough her ex calls her to yell something about keys.

This is a favorite scene.

Cole stepped forward and took the phone from her hand. “Listen, asshole—Sunshine doesn’t want to talk to you. Call here again and I’ll track you down, tear you limb from limb and bury your body parts in nine separate states. Got it?” He cut the call and turned the phone’s sound off before handing it back to her.

“That was my ex-fiancé,” she said.

Cole snorted. “Why am I not surprised?”

After Cole disappeared back into his room, Sunshine slipped into the bathroom, changed into a short nighty, and climbed gratefully into her makeshift bed. This had been one of the worst days of her life and Greg’s obnoxious behavior was just the icing on the cake. Thank God Cole had been here to deal with him, because if she’d had to talk to him for one more minute she would have dissolved into a screaming mess. She shivered with distaste.

She settled on the couch and pulled a light sheet up around her shoulders, needing the comfort of covers even though the night was warm. She had once been so in love with Greg and he’d been in love with her. When had that changed?

When her savings had begun to run out. Greg assumed because her family was rich she had access to a never-ending supply of money, and she supposed in a way he was right. If she needed something and asked her parents for it, most likely they would help her out. What Greg didn’t understand, however, was that she’d been raised not to ask except in the case of the direst emergency. She was proud she’d managed to save enough money from her jobs in high school and college to have a sizeable bank account by the time she’d met Greg. She’d applied for a sous chef position at his newly opened restaurant and soon she’d proven her worth in every aspect of the business. When they began to date, and he confessed he was short on funds for some upgrades, she’d been pleased to become his partner. They’d run the restaurant together for over a year.

Of course, now she saw the truth. She was young, cute and rich, and he’d used all those attributes to his advantage. When she ceased being an asset, in the most monetary sense of the word, he’d discarded her.

Well, screw him. She didn’t need Greg or his stupid restaurant. She had everything she needed right here.

Doubt assailed her when she thought of the ramshackle, empty space that would soon house her café. Was she kidding herself? What if Greg was right? What if she screwed this up, too?

She threw back the covers and tip-toed into the kitchen. It was obvious she wouldn’t sleep tonight, so she might as well start making plans. She needed to open her café sooner rather than later—before her dwindling supply of cash ran out. She made herself a cup of tea and then sat at the scrubbed wooden table with a tablet of paper and a pen in front of her. As the minutes ticked by, however, she found herself doodling Cole’s name instead of a list of supplies she needed to buy.

Cole was handsome, not in a movie-star kind of way, but in a manly, I-know-what-I’m-doing kind of way. Big and strong and masculine; just the way she liked them. Greg had been cute enough, but Cole filled out his jeans and t-shirt in a way Greg never could. He was easy in his skin and she had the feeling he could change a tire, or fix a dishwasher—things Greg would have to hire someone else to do. She’d noticed Cole’s hands, earlier—large, strong, hands capable of doing all sorts of things.

Sunshine groaned. This was getting her nowhere except hot and bothered with no relief in sight. She tore off the top sheet of paper, crumpled it up and threw it in the trash, then crossed the room to the back door and let herself out onto the deck. There was little traffic at this late hour in the small town, but enough light shone from streetlights to illuminate the meadow that sloped away from her. She shivered a little in the cool air, suddenly lonelier than she could ever remember being. Greg was gone. Not the asshole who called a short time ago to yell at her, but the ideal Greg she’d created in her mind and fallen in love with. Would she ever believe in love again?

Could someone else ease the ache in her heart? And the ache between her legs?

Truth be told she missed sex almost as much as she missed the fantasy relationship she thought she had with Greg. He might be an asshole, but at least he’d touched her, held her and had enough basic chivalry to make sure she’d shared his pleasure in making love.

The six weeks since they’d broken up seemed to stretch into months. She knew she was pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way. She knew she’d have other boyfriends in the future. Knew it in her head, anyway.

Her bruised, broken, stomped-on heart said something different. After all, Kate and Greg, the two people who knew her the best, didn’t find her all that compelling. Maybe they were right. Maybe she was a drama queen. Maybe she was unlovable.

Maybe she’d be alone forever.

She didn’t hear the door open behind her, so when Cole touched her back, Sunshine jumped.

“It’s just me,” he said in a low, husky voice. “You okay?”

Sunshine bowed her head, tears pricking her eyes at this unlooked for kindness. Had Greg ever asked her if she was okay?

“I’m fine. It’s just…” To her horror, tears spilled down her cheeks and the pain in her throat grew to an enormous lump that threatened to choke her until she let out a great gasp of sadness.

Cole pulled her into his arms, one hand at the small of her back, the other cradling her head, and she leaned against him, sobbing all the tears she’d held in for so long. She wanted to push away, run inside, dive under her covers, and hide from him for the remainder of her days, but she couldn’t have moved for the world. As long as he held her she could push back the chasm of loneliness that threatened to pull her in for all eternity. Just for a minute she didn’t have to face the future alone.
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Now a vegan restaurant sharing the space with a firing range isn’t something you see in small town Montana. Sunshine has her work cut out for her and Cole isn’t going to make it easy on her.

I loved the way this relationship grows from animosity, to friendship, to love. That journey is filled with so much emotion on both sides, with others seeking to possibly date Sunshine.

This is so much more than a simmer to sizzle relationship and the resolution of Cecily’s will is such a surprise. I can’t wait to read the next 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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A SEAL’s Struggle – SEALs of Chance Creek Book 9 By Cora Seton


A SEAL’s Struggle
SEAL’s of Chance Creek Book 9
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She broke his heart.
Now she’s back.

When Win Lisle walked out on him five months ago, Angus McBride hardened his heart and committed to marrying a stranger to save Base Camp, the sustainable community he came to Montana to build. Now there’s just over a month until his wedding, he knows he can never love his backup bride, Leslie, and Win has come back—pregnant with his baby. What’s a Navy SEAL to do?

Five months ago, Win panicked. Faced with a positive pregnancy test and a choice—Angus or her family—she chose her family. After all, they once gave up everything for her. She’s regretted the decision ever since, and now she’s back, ready to commit to Angus forever—but Angus has a new fiancée who’s got no intention of giving him up.

Angus wants Win—bad, but Leslie wants her happily-ever-after and she’s not afraid to play dirty to get it. In this race to the altar, will anyone find happiness?

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It’s down to Angus and Walker, they are the last two that need to fulfill the marriage requirement set by Fulsom. Both men have obstacles to make it to the alter.

For Angus, he’s still in love with Win. She told him she was leaving because her mother was ill, but it was so much more than that.

For Walker, he’s still annoyed about Avery stealing things, but there’s also the problem of an arranged marriage to be solved.

Of course Fulsom has added a requirement, whoever gets the short straw this time, has to date a ‘backup’ bride and give her a real chance to become the bride. The woman has already been chosen and would arrive the day after Renata and Greg’s wedding.

Angus drew the short straw, with Win gone he really doesn’t have much of a choice, he’s going to date the backup bride Leslie and if need be, marry her.

It’s at the wedding reception that things look up, Win is back. However there is still the back up bride and Angus’ agreement to date her for thirty days. If he doesn’t they lose everything.

This is a favorite scene.

“Thanks for the ride—and the dress,” Win told Alice Reed as they stood on the front steps of the manor. Despite the cool night air and the imposing building’s closed windows, strains of music were audible from inside. Greg and Renata’s wedding reception was in full swing. Win was sorry to have missed the ceremony, but she hadn’t wanted to disrupt it. She’d planned to wait until the reception was over to return to Base Camp, but Alice, who’d put her up late last night when Win appeared without notice at Two Willows, had urged her to jump right into the fray and had driven home after the ceremony to pick up Win and take her to the reception. “This way everyone will learn at the same time that you’re back,” she said.

“Of course,” Alice said now. “You look wonderful in that gown. Angus will be so pleased to see you’re back.”

Win wished she was as sure about that as Alice sounded. Now that she was here, she’d begun to imagine all the things that could go wrong. Angus must be angry with her—

“Come on. Let’s get this over with.” Alice opened the door and stepped inside, inside, tugging Win along with her into the manor’s front hall. It was crowded, and more than one person gasped as they noticed who had entered.

“It’s Win.”

“Win’s back.”

Whispers rocketed through the room, and by the time they managed to find a place to store their coats, she was sure people in the ballroom had heard the news.

“You can do this,” Alice whispered.

Win squared her shoulders. Time to face the music. For the first time in months she stopped sucking in her stomach and trying to hide her pregnancy. Alice had chosen a gown that called attention to her belly rather than minimized it.

“You look beautiful,” Alice assured her again. “Come on.” She put an arm around Win’s shoulders and guided her through the onlookers into the ballroom. In one area a band played and couples danced. Tables were spaced around the room. Someone was serving drinks from a bar.

Win scanned the crowd.

“There,” Alice said and pointed. Angus was standing with Avery and Walker near the dessert table, a plate of cheesecake in his hands. Win noticed that Walker had his gaze pinned on Avery, but Avery kept her attention carefully elsewhere. Win’s heart went out to her; she’d had her feelings hurt badly recently if the show was anything to go by. Win had told herself every week not to watch Base Camp, but every week she did. She knew enough to feel she could read between the lines, even of the episodes Clem Bailey had directed. Avery’s eyes were hollow. Walker looked like he’d been left out in the cold with the bison herd he and Avery tended. Win hoped they managed to patch things up soon.

Avery was the first to spot Win. She stiffened and said something to Angus, who turned around.

A wash of ice-cold fear rushed through Win as he met her gaze. She held her breath. Would he say hello or walk away?

No secrets, she reminded herself. She turned a little to make it easier to notice her belly. Smoothed a hand over the small curve of it. Looked him in the eye and nodded. Yes, she was pregnant. Yes, the baby was his.

She would never know who moved first, but a moment later, she was pushing through the crowd, unable to wait a second longer to hear his voice—feel his touch. Cameramen pressed around them, jostling to get footage of their reunion, but she didn’t care.

“Angus.” Could he hear all she meant to say in that one word?

“Win?”

“I’m sorry.” That was all she could manage before tears clogged her throat and blurred her vision.

It didn’t matter.

Because Angus pulled her into his arms and kissed her for all he was worth.
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When we meet Leslie let me just say I wanted to slap her silly and not only because she’s there to marry Angus, the woman doesn’t stop talking.

Her first meeting with Win was as interesting as it was one sided, on Leslie’s part. The woman can babble like there’s no tomorrow. The woman is also determined to get Angus to the altar.

Plenty of twists and turns add to the story and the undeniable love between Angus and Win just keeps shining through. A couple of major surprises and of course there’s plenty of heat.

In spite of the fact this series will be ending I can’t wait for the next book!

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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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A SEAL’s Desire – SEALs of Chance Creek Book 8 By Cora Seton


A SEAL’s Desire
SEALs of Chance Creek Book 8
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Ten years ago, in the middle of a natural disaster, Navy SEAL Greg Devon lost his heart to a young documentary film director, and when he found out she’d been put in charge of Base Camp, a reality television show, he jumped at the chance to participate. Now he’s in big trouble. If he doesn’t marry in forty days, the sustainable community he’s helping to build will be bulldozed. And Renata Ludlow still barely knows he exists.

Renata was fresh out of film school, directing her first film in the Andes, when a mudslide destroyed her subjects’ village and she took on financial responsibility for a school full of girls. When billionaire Martin Fulsom made her an offer, she took it and exchanged her dream career for a steady paycheck. With two years to go before the last of her girls graduates, she’s got no choice but to keep Fulsom happy—even if it means joining the cast of Base Camp for forty days. She can’t marry Greg until she’s fulfilled her promise, though. Even if she’s beginning to realize he’s the man she’s always wanted.

With his deadline looming, Greg keeps gambling he can convince Renata to be his bride—and Renata keeps gambling on everything in sight, determined to pay what she owes.

Can Greg convince Renata to take a chance on him? Or will she push her luck too far and lose everything?

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Renata and Greg have a history, one she doesn’t realize. She gets the feeling she knows him from somewhere but can’t place him.

Greg has been a little in love with Renata since he met her long ago in Peru, The efforts she made when the children she brought home for a surprise reunion instead found death and destruction of their homes was an inspiration to him. He found himself caring for her then, and she was the main reason he signed up for the show.

This book also opens with the birth of Jericho and Savannah’s baby. This is a favorite scene.

“Renata! Greg! The baby’s here!”

Avery’s voice cut through the silence, jolting Renata out of her shock. Still facing Greg—staring at him—Renata shook herself back into the present. Took a step back. She didn’t think Avery had seen what they were doing—thank goodness.

“Renata.” Greg’s low, rich baritone stopped her. “We should talk about this.”

“Come on!” Avery cried. “They’re letting us in a few at a time. You have to cover this, Renata. Don’t let Clem win.”

That snapped her out of her shock. She was never going to let Clem win.

“Renata,” Greg called after her as she strode toward the hospital.

“Later. I’ve got work to do.” She was tingling all over, though, and Renata wasn’t sure she’d ever get over the shock of that kiss. She supposed it made sense he’d make a pass at her—the way he’d been watching her—but it had still taken her by surprise. Somehow she’d supposed that her absolute unavailability would be as clear to the men of Base Camp as it was to her. She’d never given a single one of them so much as a flirtatious glance, least of all Greg, because he was the one to whom she was the most attracted.

Inside, she made her way down the corridor to where the members of Base Camp had clustered around Savannah’s room. She’d have to sort out Greg later. Right now she had a job to do—one that would keep paying for the girls of Colina Blanca.

“Out of my way,” she ordered, marching through the gathered people, grabbing Byron’s arm as she went. She’d need a cameraman.

“Three at a time,” Riley said apologetically.

“That doesn’t apply to me.”

“Or me,” Greg said, hurrying after her.

“Like hell it doesn’t,” Clem said. “If I have to wait, so do you!”

Renata barged past him into the hospital room, still dragging Byron along, followed by Greg, who shut the door behind him. Hope and Curtis Lloyd, spotting them, straightened from where they’d been bent over mother and child.

“We’ll see you again tomorrow when you’ve gotten some rest,” Hope told Savannah. “You have a beautiful baby.”

“I’ll go, too,” Nora Pickett said. “I’m so happy for you, Savannah.”

“You next,” Savannah told her.

Nora patted her slightly rounded belly. “Can’t wait.”

As they left, Renata edged closer to the bed upon which Savannah lay, supported by pillows, her baby in her arms. Jericho sat close by, beaming at wife and child as if he couldn’t be prouder.

“It’s a boy?” Renata asked, hardly daring to breathe. The baby was asleep, a tiny bundle with a sweet, puckered face. What she would give to have a baby like that. The thought should have surprised her, career woman as she was, but she felt the same longing every time she saw a little one. It was just part of being a woman, she supposed. Or maybe her history was to blame. She’d grown up around other lost, lonely children in the foster care system, all of them craving care and love. She’d done her best to give it to them—while she was there. It seemed to her the foster care system was simply a series of goodbyes.

“Yes. Jacob Boone Cook.”

“That must have made Boone happy.” Renata drew nearer, taken by the baby’s tiny hands among the nest of blankets Savannah held him in. This baby would never know the kind of sorrow and loneliness she’d felt and seen during her childhood years. He would grow up surrounded by love—as a baby should.

“I think he cried a little when we told him,” Savannah admitted.

“Boone was bawling like a newborn himself,” Jericho put in. “But he’s been a good friend for a long time.”

“Jacob is so sweet.” Renata bent even closer. “What a perfect baby.”

“Do you want to hold him?”

Renata nodded. Her arms were aching to hold him. How had Savannah known?

She sat down on the edge of the bed, and Savannah transferred the little mite, swathed in his blankets, into her arms.

“There.”

The small weight felt wonderful, and Renata drew in a shaking breath. She couldn’t even place the feeling filling her heart. It went so far beyond longing—eclipsed even her commitment to the girls she was supporting in Peru, something she’d dedicated her whole life to these past ten years. When she allowed herself to think of the future, she focused on work—on the films she’d promised herself she’d one day produce. She wanted to provide an escape from reality to all the people who had suffered like she had.

But—

Jacob shifted, his tiny fingers straightening, then curling into fists again.

A baby. She wanted a baby, too. A house. A real home. Somewhere she never had to leave again. Roots. A family. One that would last forever. Maybe a husband—

A noise escaped her, and shame washed through Renata at having exposed herself like that. It was a noise someone like Savannah would recognize. And maybe Greg might, too. Not to mention Clem if he were in the room.

Renata’s back stiffened even as Savannah reached out to pat her arm.

“It’s all right,” Savannah said. “Everyone loves new babies.”

Renata blinked back the tears that were threatening to slip down her cheeks.

“It’s that they’re so new,” Savannah said. “It reminds us we were new once, too. Innocent. Before the world got to us.”

In a flash, Renata was back in England—the small town outside London where she was born. She had a sense of a living room. A soft couch. A fireplace. Snow falling.

Hot chocolate.

Her mother singing. Her father in the easy chair with a book.

Another sound escaped her, and she swayed forward to deposit Jacob back into his mother’s arms. She stood up and scraped a hand across her cheek. What was wrong with her?

Greg caught her when she stumbled over her own feet and put his arm around her waist to steady her, but when she moved toward the door, it swung open, and Clem stepped in her way. He looked her up and down scornfully. “What’s wrong with you, Ludlow? Are you crying?” He glanced at Savannah in the bed, baby Jacob in her arms, and sneered. “No wonder Fulsom gave me your job. You’re on the mommy track. Not a serious director at all. Just killing time until a husband comes along, huh?”

Renata didn’t know what she’d have done if the door hadn’t swung open a second time—and ushered in Fulsom.

She sucked in a breath, completely taken aback. Dashed her hand quickly over her cheeks again, grateful she hadn’t had time to put on makeup before rushing to the hospital. She didn’t think she could face her boss with mascara running everywhere.

“How’d you get here?” Greg asked him.

“The same way I always get here,” Fulsom said calmly. He brushed past them to pay homage at Savannah’s bedside. “Beautiful as ever, my dear,” he told Savannah. “I don’t know how you always manage to look like a painting by Raphael, but you do. And look at this little man. Jacob Boone, right? He’ll be the spitting image of his father. Good job, you two.” He turned to Clem. “You getting the footage you need?”

Fury filled Renata. What about her? She wasn’t getting any of the footage she needed. And she’d exposed Clem days ago for the criminal he was. This situation was intolerable. Two directors were one too many—

“I’m getting everything,” Clem assured him. “Unlike some people, I don’t have anything to distract me.”

“Good. As for you, Renata…”

Here it came. Renata swallowed in a dry throat, her pulse tripping along like a toddler on hot sand. Fulsom was going to fire her. She was going to let everyone down. Her students—

“I’m not sure you’re needed at Base Camp anymore,” he began, confirming her worst suspicions.

“Yes, she is!” Greg blurted behind her. “She damn well is!”

“Clem here is perfectly capable of directing—”

“She’s the one.” Greg cut off Fulsom again. “She’s the woman I’m going to marry. She has to stay because she’s going to be my wife!”

Clem’s laughter filled the room.
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After Greg announces she’s the one he’s going to marry, chaos ensues. She can’t marry him, she needs to finish paying for the last few girls education. She’d promised them and wouldn’t let them down.

There are several interesting twists in this book and I think my favorite is the way Renata gets to Clem challenging him and making some pretty crazy bets.

While Greg gets worried about what seems to be a compulsion with her, he and the others also enjoy her getting Clems goat.

I laughed a lot in this book and cried too. This series is winding to its finish and I really don’t think I want it to end.

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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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A SEALs Devotion – SEALs of Chance Creek Book 7 By Cora Seton


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He’s got a secret.
She’s telling lies.

Anders Olsen has a big problem. When he joined forces with nine other Navy SEALs to build a model sustainable community, he didn’t know he’d be filmed—or that the resulting television show would become a nationwide sensation. Now everyone’s watching Base Camp, which means everyone’s watching him. The show’s rules dictate it’s his turn to marry. Can he find a bride before someone exposes who he really is?

Evelyn Wright believes she’ll change the world until an accident sends her home to Virginia. Now instead of an adventurous life as an aid worker in foreign lands, she’s stuck in a dead-end job, facing a dead-end future. So when an image crosses her desk that could bring a major oil corporation to its knees, Eve decides to find a way to share it with the widest audience she can. Base Camp has got great ratings. Can she find a way to get on the show?

When Eve turns up at Base Camp, will she be the answers to Anders’ prayers, or the end to everything he most cares about?

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In every one of these books there has been a struggle for the two main characters to overcome before they marry.

In this book there is far more than just a struggle, it’s a matter of secrets, lies and another twist by Fulsom, the addition of another director, Clem…who’s without a sense of anything but the sensational.

Anders is the one who needs to find a bride, and the prospects aren’t all that good. Plus Clem and Fulsom want a spectacular courtship and wedding.

Now Eve has to find a way to get the word out about Hansen Oil’s environmental problems. There are some interesting discussions as her friend Melissa helps plot to get her on Base Camp. What better venue to expose the major oil company.

It’s risky but sure to work, walking in the bitter cold without a coat or adequate shoes, she’s lucky she didn’t get frostbite before Anders sees her.

This is a favorite scene.

Now she faced the men and women of Base Camp. She’d have to tell a lot more lies before she was done.

“Eve, did your boyfriend hurt you?” Anders pressed.

“No.” His concern nearly undid her. Up close, she could see the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. The stubble on his jaw. She wanted to touch him—to confirm he was real. “He just gets so angry.” She allowed her voice to break on the last syllable. “He was driving fast—to scare me. He said—” she broke off. “He said he hated it when I argued with him.” Thank goodness Melissa had helped her come up with a backstory about “James,” her fake boyfriend. Eve had dated some losers in her time but never anyone who scared her.

“What were you arguing about?” Avery asked.

“His parents. We’re supposed to be visiting them—so they can meet me,” she explained. “The whole time I’ve known James he’s told me stories about how controlling his dad is. How he’ll lose his temper and break things or punch holes in the walls. I was already pretty nervous about going, and James kept picking on me.” She took a breath.It was a lot harder to lie to these people than she’d thought it would be. Before they’d just been participants on a show. Now they were flesh and blood. “He said I should have worn a dress, but it’s so cold out! He said it’s disrespectful I wore pants. That I’m always disrespectful. I said, ‘What is this? The sixties?’ James really lost it. He said he hates it when I make fun of him. Suddenly I knew what was going to happen. He was taking me to meet his parents because he’s planning to propose. He’s been hinting about it for months, and it’s nearly Christmas. He was going to make that his present to me.”

“He must love you,” Anders ventured.

“No,” Eve told him. This was the genius part. Melissa had come up with it, basing it on a movie she’d seen. Eve made sure to hold Anders’s gaze as she spoke. “No, he doesn’t love me. He only wants to control me. He’s exactly like his father—I don’t know why I never saw that before.”

Anders winced. She wondered why. Had someone tried to control him?

“I had to get out of there,” she said.

Anders nodded. “Of course you did.”

“How did you get here?” Greg asked suddenly. A good question, Anders thought. He’d gotten so caught up in Eve’s story, he wasn’t thinking about any of the details.

“Walked. I… I made him stop the car. I got out and started walking. I thought…” She hung her head again, as if too ashamed to go on. “I thought he’d pull over and park. Follow me and apologize. It all happened so fast I didn’t have a plan. Then I heard the engine. He—took off.”

“And he didn’t come back?” Anders was outraged. You didn’t leave a person miles from anywhere alone at night—

“Where’s your coat?” Greg pressed.

“I—I’d taken it off. It was hot in the car. I put it in the back seat to make room. I didn’t think he’d just leave me there,” she added. She wouldn’t meet any of their eyes, and Anders couldn’t blame her. She’d been through a humiliating ordeal.

“We need to get you out of those wet clothes,” Avery said, making an end to the conversation. “Sounds to me like you were lucky to get away from a guy like that.”

Eve nodded, but she looked unhappy. Anders hoped she wasn’t regretting what she’d done. Avery was right; any man who treated his girlfriend like that wasn’t going to treat his wife any better. If this… James was here, he’d have a few things to say to the guy.

He wondered if James was looking for Eve right now. He might have driven off to prove a point, but most men wouldn’t walk away from a woman like Eve. She was pretty. Athletically built but feminine, too. When she got to her feet with Avery’s help, her damp jeans and sweater clung to her figure in a distracting way, and Anders felt a tug of desire low in his gut.

James was an idiot to leave her behind.

“Avery’s right. You should get changed,” he said. Eve was shivering. She was lucky she hadn’t gotten hypothermia.

“Curtis, can you make Eve some tea? Eve, I’ll let you borrow some clothing of mine,” Avery said. “Can you walk?”

“I think so.” Eve limped after Avery, following her first to where Avery stored her clothes and then to the bathroom. When the door closed behind them, Anders exchanged a look with the other men in the room, struggling to tamp down his libido. It wasn’t surprising to find himself attracted to Eve. He was looking for a wife, after all, and she was the right age range—and apparently single now.

Bad joke, he told himself. It wasn’t appropriate to consider her for the part. She was scared. She’d just been left unceremoniously by a man with whom she’d been in a long-term relationship. She must have been afraid she might come to harm out there in the dark and cold.

“What do we do with her?” Greg asked quietly.

“Send her home, I guess,” Anders said reluctantly. He didn’t like the idea at all. What if this James guy came at her again?

“Send her home?” Curtis, on his way to the kitchen, came right back. “Are you kidding?” When Anders shrugged at him, he lifted his hands skyward. “The Universe—it heard you. You need a wife—there she is!”

“We know nothing about her,” Greg pointed out.

“We know she’s been dumped, she’s freezing and she needs help,” Curtis countered. “She’s the perfect candidate for a quick wedding.”
Seton, Cora . A SEAL’s Devotion (SEALs of Chance Creek Book 7) (pp. 54-58). One Acre Press. Kindle Edition.

Now one of the biggest secrets comes to light as Johannes Hansen pays a visit to Base Camp.

Plenty of suspense as Anders and Eve fall for each other in spite of all the things they’re hiding. Top it off with family drama on both sides and some sizzle to boot.

I can’t wait to read the next 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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A SEAL’s Resolve – SEALs of Chance Creek Book 6 By Cora Seton


A SEAL’s Resolve
SEALs of Chance Creek Book 6
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Cora Seton

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Twice Navy SEAL Curtis Lloyd has been ready to marry. Twice his bride to be has left him at the last minute for another man. So when a bride and her bridesmaid crash their car just outside Base Camp, in the biggest snowstorm this century, Curtis knows he has to get them to their wedding in Bozeman even if they have to walk the whole way. His motives aren’t entirely selfless: He needs a bride, too, in order to save the sustainable community he joined when he left the military, and feisty maid of honor Hope Martin is just the kind of woman he’d like to take to the altar.

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I think this is now my favorite so far in this series.

Curtis has lost out on brides twice, this second time leaves him with only 5 days to find another bride and there’s a blizzard on the way. As the snow begins to fall he starts to think there’s no hope and it will be his fault they lose everything they’ve worked so hard for.

While Curtis is being left at the alter another Bride is preparing to leave Illinois to travel to Bozeman, Montana for her wedding. Raina didn’t want to leave her job until the last minute so along with her maid of honor Hope she was undertaking the twenty-four hour drive. Raina also reveals she isn’t coming back to Illinois, the newlyweds would be staying in Bozeman. However, Raina’s fiance Ben’s best man Scott, has an in at Yellowstone and possibly a job opportunity for Hope as a Park Ranger.

As soon as Raina heard about Curtis’ predicament, she formulated a change of plans. Hope needed a husband so they could eventually raise their children together. Curtis is the perfect candidate for her scheme.

Since Hope hasn’t seen the show, Raina manages to pull off getting stuck at the drive to the camp.

This is one of many favorite scenes.

Curtis tried to control the smile tugging at his mouth and wondered if he’d succeeded. “That’s all good information,” he told Raina.

“Ask and ye shall receive, right?” She shrugged innocently. “I got a Base Camp Bulletin yesterday. Heard all about the way Michele married her assistant instead of—” She broke off. “Anyway, enough of all that. Let’s just say I’m up to date on all the Base Camp news.”

Jesus. “You know about Michele—?”

“I know everything. You’re still looking, right?” she asked innocently.

She didn’t beat around the bush, did she? “I’m still looking,” Curtis confirmed.

Hope, obviously baffled by their banter, cleared her throat. “We really need to be on our way tonight,” she said firmly, but she slid a glance his way. Was she checking him out?

She was.

For the first time since the show began, Curtis thanked the social media department. He and most of the others on the show avoided the Base Camp website and marketing efforts as much as they could. He hadn’t known why anyone would want to get updates on their phones.

Now it seemed kind of brilliant.

“How’d you happen to be near Base Camp, anyway?”

Raina’s eyes went wide, and Curtis realized he’d stepped in it.

“We needed gas,” Hope said.

“Gas is the other way—ouch!”

Anders rubbed his shoulder when Curtis punched him. “What did you do that for?”

Curtis shot him what he hoped was a significant look, and Anders said, “Oh… right. Anyone could have made that mistake in a snowstorm.”

Not exactly true. The signs for the gas station and the center of town would have been hard to miss. How had Raina managed it?

Had she come here and crashed her car on purpose?

That was gutsy—or crazy. Curtis wondered if he ought to be worried.

“It was an honest mistake,” Raina said, but when Hope turned to look at the car, she winked at Curtis. “Thought you could use a hand.”

“We’re the ones who need a hand.” Hope pointed to the car’s back bumper. It was crumpled, pressing into the left back tire.

“Come to the bunkhouse, and we’ll get this sorted out,” Curtis said again. “We’ll pull out your car in the morning.” He figured two women—even if they were unhinged—couldn’t do much damage with a passel of Navy SEALs around. Besides, Raina might be little weird, but Hope seemed pretty normal to him.

“I don’t think we should go anywhere with strangers,” Hope said to Raina.

“They’re not strangers. I’ve watched every episode of Base Camp. I know these guys better than they know themselves. Come on, Hope, please? How often do you get to see where a television show is filmed? There’ll be film crews everywhere, so we’ll be perfectly safe, right?” She turned back to Curtis.

“Unfortunately, almost the whole crew already packed it in and headed to town about an hour ago, before the roads got too bad, but you’ll still be safe with us. There are plenty of other women in camp.”

Hope shivered, and Curtis resisted the urge to unzip his jacket, pull her in close and wrap the sides of the garment around her. They could warm each other up—

Heck, he was getting ahead of himself. Although maybe he should, given his looming deadline.

“What do you think, Hope?” he asked. Raina might talk a lot, but he knew Hope was the head of this operation. She was the one who’d make the decision.

“Fine, we’ll come with you. But the minute the snow stops, we get back on the road.”

She didn’t sound too pleased, but Curtis was already counting his lucky stars. So far he liked Hope, and he didn’t have any other prospects. Luckily, according to the weather report, the snow wasn’t going to stop for several days.

Maybe that would be enough time to convince her to like him back.
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Now Hope has a planner, her life and days planned out almost to the second. She’s about to have her whole world turned upside down, even as Curtis helps her knock off a couple of things from her bucket type list.

I loved every single page of this book, I laughed, held my breath and crossed my fingers too, as Curtis fulfills his promise to get Raina to her wedding, and courts Hope.

Lot’s of surprises, snow filled adventures, and so much more!

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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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A SEAL’s Purpose – SEALs of Chance Creek Book 5 By Cora Seton


A SEAL’s Purpose
SEALs Of Chance Creek Book 5
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Cora Seton

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When Kai Green joined nine other Navy SEALs to build a sustainable community in Chance Creek, Montana, he never dreamed the day would come when he’d have to marry a woman sight unseen—or lose everything. Now he has to find a way to build a life with a perfect stranger—one who seems perfectly unqualified for happiness at Base Camp—or with him.

Addison Reynolds dreams of living in New York City, so when her fashion model sister offers her a year rent-free in her Manhattan penthouse apartment, she’s ready to say yes. But there’s a catch: Felicity is determined to make Addison lighten up a little, so if she wants to move to NYC, she’ll have to say yes to everything for one full month—including becoming Kai’s fiancé.

Can two people find true love—and their true selves—at the same time?

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When Kai selects his prospective bride from the offered videos, he is intrigued with Addison. When he meets her, he is sure she is the one.

Addison’s sister, Felicity, is behind everything that leads to her being on the show. The problem, she thinks its all fake, until she discovers it really is legitimate.

Addison dithered as long as she could, but in the end she joined him there, grabbing a dish towel and drying the dishes as he washed them. For once, no camera crew was in there with him.

“You honestly didn’t think any of this was real?” Kai asked after they’d worked in silence for several minutes.

“I did—but I didn’t,” she tried to explain, desperately wishing she hadn’t said anything. She could have found out what she needed to know far more discreetly than blurting out her question. Now he’d be suspicious of everything she said and did. Which would make it hard for her to figure out a plan. “I thought you were doing everything I saw on television, but I thought it was scripted. That’s what people told me about reality television.”

“That’s what who told you?”

“My sister. She’s a model,” Addison tried to explain. “She has friends who do film stuff.”

“That might be the way some shows are run, but not this one. There’s enough drama going on all the time without it,” he pointed out. “They kind of set it up that way.”

“I guess so.”

“So, you thought there’d be someone to tell you what to do?”

uddenly Addison was exhausted. She wished she could climb into her tent and go to sleep—and wake up in the morning with a script in hand she could follow so she knew she was doing it all right.

She didn’t want to think what this meant about her and Kai. Had he really invited her here to marry him? Was there a chance she could spend a lifetime with this man who took her breath away every time she went near him?

She couldn’t believe that could be true. Didn’t know what she’d do if it was. In the short time she’d been here, he’d already swept her off her feet, but that was when she’d been treating it like a fantasy.

Now it was… real.

“Yes.”

“Today must have been quite a shock then.”

“You could say that.”

“What are you going to do now?” Kai kept scrubbing the dishes.

Addison wasn’t fooled. She read the tension in every move he made.

She put a plate away in the cupboard and came back for another one. “Wing it. I guess. Throw a Halloween ball. Try not to get in the way too much.”

He softened. “You’ll do fine.”

“Will I?” she asked. “I’m not that good at winging it.”

“Come on. Addison caps for surfers?” he reminded her.

“Yeah. Well, there’s that.” But she hadn’t even come up with that; Felicity had.

Felicity should be the one here, she realized. She had no doubt Kai would fall in love with her sister if he met her.

Jealousy surged through her at the thought. She didn’t want Kai to fall in love with her sister. She wanted him to want her.

As much as she wanted him.

Which meant she’d already gotten herself in a jam. Because Kai had fallen for the woman he thought she was—the woman Felicity had created, not the real Addison. She didn’t knit surf caps, or prance around in wet bikinis, or dye her hair, or any of it. What would he think if he knew the real Addison?

Would she interest him at all?

“It’s all kind of… overwhelming,” she admitted.

“I bet it is.” Kai straightened and dried his hands on a towel looped through the handle of the stove. She thought he’d lead the way out of the kitchen. But the dishes weren’t done.

Instead, he moved to box her in against the kitchen counter, bracing one hand to either side of her.

Addison’s breath caught.

“I’m sorry you’re overwhelmed,” he said. “But there’s one thing I need to know right now. Because my future—and everyone else’s here—is riding on it,” he said.

Addison needed to stop him, but she was too late. He was already asking the one question she definitely couldn’t answer.

Kai held her gaze, his face only inches from hers. “Addison, are you going to marry me?”

She swallowed. Fought for the courage to tell him the truth. She had to say no, because she hadn’t come here to marry him, and marrying a stranger on a television show was plain crazy. And because she had dreams and aspirations that meant she needed to be in New York.

Kai waited as she fought for words, but all she could think about was the way they’d joked together while preparing lunch, the way he’d held her hand as they walked to the creek.

The way he’d kissed her.

And how badly she wanted to get to know this man better. How much she craved the touch of his hands on her skin.

She braced herself.

“Yes,” she said.
Seton, Cora. A SEAL’s Purpose (SEALs of Chance Creek Book 5). One Acre Press. Kindle Locations (1266-1306). Kindle Edition.

I love the journey Addison goes through as she gets to know everyone and plans a Halloween ball. She has a decision to make and Kai can only hope it’s in his favor.

I have started the next book in this series, I need to finish before A SEAL’s Triumph is released.

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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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A SEAL’s Consent – The SEALs of Chance Creek Book 4 by Cora Seton


A SEAL’s Consent
The SEALs of Chance Creek Book 4
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Cora Seton

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Navy SEAL Jericho Cook is living a lie. In order to save Base Camp, the sustainable community he’s building with his friends in Chance Creek, Montana, he must marry in the next forty days—and try for a family. But after the horrors he’s witnessed, Jericho’s sworn to never put himself in charge of a child he can’t completely protect. At least he’s found the perfect wife. Savannah is sexy, smart, talented—and far too busy pursuing a career as a concert pianist to ever want kids.

Savannah Edwards came to Chance Creek to chase an abandoned dream. She has one shot to prepare for the audition that could make or break her career—she’s determined nothing will distract her from her goal. But when a passionate encounter with Jericho leaves her pregnant, her future hopes are thrown into chaos. Is it possible to have it all? A career, a child and most of all, the powerful, attractive man who has stolen her heart?

When Jericho announces he never intends to be a father, Savannah realizes he might risk shattering an entire community rather than back down. With the stakes so high, can she persuade the SEAL to give fatherhood a chance?

Savannah has a problem she didn’t think she would have. She’s got her audition scheduled to become the protégé of a renowned pianist, but she’s also discovered she’s pregnant.

Now although Jericho is good with getting married to keep Base Camp, he has kept the fact he doesn’t want children a secret. Now he’s got the short straw and Savannah is his perfect choice. She’s focused on her career and he’s pretty sure she doesn’t want to have a child. At least not yet.

While setting up for Harris and Samantha’s wedding Sam is asked to watch the Hall children while they collect the latest addition to the family from the hospital. Jericho also managed to be included in that babysitting adventure. What Jericho says once the Halls return has her reeling.

This is a favorite scene.

When the Halls finally arrived home triumphantly, sweeping Ella and her baby into the house, Jericho had never been more relieved. He’d had fun, but ten kids were a handful.

“Don’t know how you do it,” he confessed to Mason when the children were reunited with their parents.

“It’s easier when they’re family,” Mason said. He smiled at Savannah when she came to stand at Jericho’s side. “Thanks to both of you. We appreciate it. Our little horde isn’t easy to tame.”

“The kids were great, right, Jericho?” Savannah asked—as if she hadn’t been frantically chasing after babies all this time.

“Yeah. Great,” Jericho echoed.

“Just wait until you have some of your own. You’ll see,” Mason said with the complacency of a satisfied father.

Jericho laughed. “Not going to happen, man. If there’s one thing I know for sure, I’m never having kids.”

Was she smiling? Savannah hoped she was smiling—even though her heart was breaking in two. Jericho’s words played in a loop over and over again in her mind, drowning out everything else.

Never having kids.

If the situation wasn’t so awful she would have laughed. Never having kids?

How about having one in less than six short months? Thank God she’d been interrupted every time she’d tried to tell Jericho about the baby. She had no idea what she was going to do now.
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Samantha learns a couple of hard truths in this book, but Jericho being determined not to have children is a big problem.

Samantha’s family once again tries to take over her life and fails spectacularly.

Jericho has some real soul searching to do as well.

Plenty of happenings had me turning the pages, with laughter, tears, heat, and so much more.

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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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