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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
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cora Seton

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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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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
By
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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.
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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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A SEAL’s Pledge – The SEALs of Chance Creek Book 3 By Cora Seton


A SEAL’s Pledge
The SEAL’s of Chance Creek Book 3
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Cora Seton

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NAVY SEALS WANTED:

Join a planned eco-community. Must be knowledgeable about sustainability, committed to the goals of our organization, comfortable with being filmed for a reality television show documenting our progress-and willing to marry within the year. Wives provided for those lacking them.

When Navy SEAL sniper Harris “Hawk” Wentworth stumbles on the ad calling for participants in a new sustainable community and TV show, he can’t wait to join Base Camp in Chance Creek, Montana, and get started building a new future. After a lifetime of living on the fringes, always on the lookout for danger, he’s ready to hang up his rifle and finally relax. And if someone else is willing to find him a bride, he’s all for it. He’s always been more at home behind enemy lines than talking to women. He can’t wait to meet his wife to be. But it’s not his turn yet.

BACKUP BRIDE NEEDED:

Are you female, single, between twenty-five and thirty-five years of age? Looking for a husband? Think you’ve got what it takes to join Base Camp? Follow the link below to apply now.

Samantha Smith is willing to do anything to escape her long time job driving the tour bus for the band her parents and sister play for. She’s ready for marriage, a settled home-and motherhood. And she wants them all right now. She knows she could be happy at Base Camp, so when an episode of the reality television series ends with a call for a backup bride for one of the participants, Sam applies for the position-no questions asked. She’s ready for whatever adventure awaits her. So when Harris picks her up at the airport instead of Curtis Lloyd, the man she was told she was meant to marry, Sam assumes Harris is Curtis’ replacement–and if she’s honest she’s relieved. The quiet, sexy sniper always caught her eye when he appeared on the show, and in person he’s everything Sam’s ever wished for in a husband.

Harris has to make a choice, fast. Correct the mistake Sam’s made about why he’s picking her up at the airport–or elope with Curtis’ bride. What’s a Navy SEAL to do?

Samantha is tired, she drives the bus and keeps the family on schedule for their tours but she wants something for her. When she sees the Base Camp add for a backup bride, she jumps at the chance. A backup bride for Curtis would be a great way to have everything she wants. Marriage, children and a home that doesn’t move.

When Harris wakes up the morning after Clay and Nora’s wedding the entire camp is sleeping. He knows Curtis’ backup bride is arriving today so he takes it upon himself to pick her up at the airport. He didn’t expect to fall hard and fast for her but he did, and he wasn’t taking any chances.

Samantha doesn’t realize that Harris isn’t a backup for Curtis so she goes along with everything. Getting a marriage license, the wedding in a small chapel a town away from Chance Creek and a celebration picnic with an awesome view.

Then they returned to Base Camp and everything hits the fan! From Renata to Curtis, no one is happy about this turn of events.

This is a favorite scene.

“Where have you been?” a man Sam recognized as Boone Rudman asked.

“I went to the airport,” Harris said. Boone nodded at Sam. “The backup bride.”

“That’s right,” Harris said.

“I went to get her, too, but she was already gone. I thought maybe she’d changed her mind.”

“Nope.”

Sam wasn’t sure what to make of the confrontation between the two men. Neither seemed angry, but there was definitely tension between them. Boone looked beyond Harris at her. When he moved to greet her, Harris stepped in his way.

Boone hesitated, as if waiting for Harris to say more. When he didn’t, he asked, “You must’ve picked her up hours ago. What have you been doing ever since?”

“Marrying her.”

Boone stiffened. “Marrying her? What do you mean marrying her? She’s Curtis’s bride.”

“Not anymore,” Harris said.

The gathered crowd went quiet. Sam clutched her hands before her, her palms damp. She looked for a friendly face among them, but only saw confusion and concern. They were all just like they had been on-screen, the men weathered warriors, the women beautiful in their Regency gowns. Except instead of welcoming her with open arms, they were staring at her like she’d dropped in uninvited to a party.

Harris stepped back to take her arm and lead her forward. “Everyone, meet my wife, Samantha Smith… Samantha Wentworth now.”

Samantha tried to smile, but she was afraid it wasn’t convincing. The silence that had settled over the crowd deepened and just as she became afraid it would never end, a woman stepped forward, her bonnet framing her sweet face, her bodice encasing a beautiful figure. She wore a green gown that set off her fair features. Savannah Edwards, if Sam wasn’t mistaken.

“Welcome to Base Camp,” she said. “We’re glad to have you.”

Sam relaxed just a bit. Maybe everything would be all right after all. But even as she thought this, another woman pushed forward. Unlike the beauty in the green gown, she was dressed all in black in modern clothes, and Sam wondered how she could negotiate the rough ground in her high heels. She recognized this woman, too. Renata Ludlow. She was the one who always conducted the interviews on the show, and her piercing questions often reduced the men and women of Base Camp to stuttering answers.

“Say that again,” Renata demanded of Harris.

“This is my wife, Samantha Wentworth.”

Harris stared her down, but Renata didn’t even blink.

“You are mistaken; this is not your wife. For one thing, you haven’t married her. For another thing, Boone’s right, Samantha is Curtis’s bride. Curtis will romance her for the next forty days, and then he will marry her in front of the cameras, so our viewing audience can see every minute of the ceremony, just as they’ve been promised. Whatever foolishness you two have concocted between you is over right now.”

“There’s no mistake about it.” Harris stepped closer to Renata, looming over her. “And you’ll stay away from her if you know what’s good for you.” “You’ll stay away from her, if you know what’s good for you,” Renata parroted in a squeaky voice. “You might think this is all a big game, but it’s not, and I have the contracts to prove it. You don’t get to marry until you draw the short straw, which you haven’t. You definitely don’t get to marry the bride who’s been promised to another man. Curtis drew the short straw, he’s going to marry next. And he’s going to marry her.”

“Over my dead body.”

Renata was as formidable in person as she was on-screen. Sam was glad she was addressing Harris and not her. Just when Sam thought it couldn’t get any worse, a man pushed his way through the crowd to stand before them. Curtis Lloyd. She recognized him from the show. She remembered how Boone told her it wasn’t fair to demand Clay and Nora decide their future while Nora was recovering from the attack. It wasn’t fair to demand that Clay marry somebody else and live a life of regret because he couldn’t wait for the woman he loved to heal. Curtis, who had drawn the short straw, had manfully agreed.

But he must have changed his mind about going through with it if he’d gotten so drunk last night he couldn’t be bothered to come and pick her up this morning. She didn’t blame him for wanting to choose his own bride. Still, it was strange to see him in real life and know if he hadn’t slept in, she’d have married him today.

“What’s all this?”

“Just introducing everybody to my bride,” Harris said. “Curtis, meet Samantha Wentworth.”

“Samantha?” Curtis looked her over, took in her wedding dress, and understanding dawned. “Samantha?” he said again. “Wait…you married my bride?”

“I married my bride. You said you weren’t interested. You hit on every woman you saw at the wedding last night. You couldn’t be bothered to get up and go to the airport to meet her this morning. You made it perfectly clear that you didn’t want to marry Sam. So I stepped in and married her for you.”

Curtis sputtered. “But… but… I just wanted a chance to meet her first. To—” He broke off, color rising in his handsome face. “Damn it, Harris!”

“You didn’t want her,” Harris said again.

“I didn’t know she’d look like that!”
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The decision from the top, doesn’t make anything better. Fulsom is going to have the marriage annulled and Samantha has to date both men and give her decision in thirty days. Oh and no hanky-panky.

Of course none of this is going to be pleasant, least of all when Samantha’s parents, sister and the crew show up with protesters.

From the initial defiance of the rules, to the controversy, to some hold your breath scenes this book is filled with tension, jealousy, romance, family drama and so much more.

It is definitely one of my favorites 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 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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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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