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Three River Ranch

Marriage of inconvenience?

Needing a fresh start from her two-timing fiancé, Aurora McAllister answers a realtor’s ad for a guesthouse on the beautiful, serene Three River Ranch. She shows up at Three River tired, heartbroken, and with no one but her trusty Labradoodle as a companion.

Cowboy Carson Granger has enough trouble in his life without adding a woman and her dog to the mix. There’s the untamed mustang he’s prepping to release into the wild, not to mention his father’s crazy will, which stipulates that if Carson wants to fully inherit Three River, he’ll need to find a bride. Carson wants nothing to do with love and especially not a marriage of convenience. But he soon realizes Rory, and everything she represents, might just be exactly what he needs.

Sometimes love arrives on your doorstep when you least expect it…

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Carson Granger took a deep breath, flexed his fingers on the steering wheel, and hit the dial button for his attorney’s number again. He couldn’t blame the lawyer for Derek Granger’s will. Carson had expected complications from his father; he should have anticipated a nightmare.

“Okay, Jonah,” he said, calmer this time. “Tell me the rest of it. But hurry up. I’m almost at the ranch and I’ve got to unload these mares as soon as I get there.”

“You’re not going to like it.”

“Big surprise. Everything so far has been such a treat.”

“Just so you know,” Jonah prefaced carefully, “I tried to talk him out of this. These kinds of things are tricky. But Derek was…insistent.”

“Yeah. That’s one way of putting it. Just tell me.”

“As it stands now,” Jonah explained, “once the dust settles, you and Mitchell will share equally in the estate, the boundaries of which you are already familiar with and which have remained unchanged.”


“Your father insisted on providing motivation for you to accept the…remainder of his terms.”

“Jonah.” Carson lowered his voice. “If there’s something you haven’t told me yet, spit it out.”

The lawyer spoke quickly, as if reading from a script. When he finally finished, Carson had nothing to say. It was unbelievable. Until they found wives, neither he nor his brother could inherit. If his father had pushed his crabbed hand right through the cell phone and grabbed his son by the throat to deliver the news personally, Carson could not have been any more shocked.

“The Granger name must live on, huh? Well, I’m not playing his game,” Carson said finally, then punched the button to end the call. “I’ll get my mustang sanctuary. And I’ll do it without him.”

Thanks a lot, Dad, he thought as he maneuvered the battered pickup down the bumpy lane toward the corrals. As he rounded the corner, he saw a mini 4×4 parked sideways in the driveway of Granger Lodge, his childhood home, long since abandoned. Who the hell was here? Everyone knew his father had lived in the guesthouse, in the clearing behind the lodge. The old man had never gotten around to demolishing the original structure, and for once, Carson was grateful. It would be a perfect headquarters for his rescue foundation.

But it needed some serious work. He’d barely begun cleaning up; he didn’t have time for interruptions. If it was that damn real estate agent again, he’d throw her out bodily.

He stomped viciously on the brake, remembering, too late, the occupants of his horse trailer. As the truck lurched to a standstill, a series of squeals and metallic crashes erupted behind him.

He scrambled out of the truck.

“Whoa, girls, take it easy.”

The horses were near hysteria. He looked in cautiously at the closest one, the one he called Stormy. Her eyes rolled wildly in her dun-colored face and flecks of foam dotted her lip. The trip had been too much for her. He needed to get her quieted. She’d had enough stress.

He looked toward the house with a scowl. More kids, maybe, looking for something new to wreck? Good luck to them; they’d vandalized everything long ago. He couldn’t wait until his assistant arrived next week. He hoped the guy was big enough to intimidate trespassers.

He strode up to the front porch, where he found the door hanging off one hinge.

Gritting his teeth, he stepped around it and walked inside. “Who’s in here?” he shouted.

A number of things happened in succession: A dark, hairy blur pelted toward him, barking madly. Carson dodged, and then crashed into someone, a woman from the shriek she let out. The stranger stumbled backward, her fall broken by a large, black plastic bag full of the debris Carson had swept up the previous week. The bag burst open and a cloud of plaster dust billowed up around her, coating her skin. The dog was going nuts.

“What the hell? Are you all right?” Carson reached out with one hand and covered his nose and mouth with the other. He had to shout over the barking. “Is that your dog?”

She nodded and the movement set off a storm of fresh coughing and choking.

“Here.” His proffered hand was suddenly blocked by a mass of curly fur that quivered between him and the woman.

“Um,” he gestured at the dog, eyeing its teeth.

The woman waved her hand wordlessly and the dog ceased the racket and the jumping. It held its ground, though, unhappy but obedient, while Carson pulled the intruder to her feet. As she coughed, she held her belly… Oh, God. She was pregnant. Considerably, definitely pregnant. And she’d wiped out on his property. Just watch, he thought with a sinking heart. She’ll sue for injury.

Finally, the woman regained her breath. “Thank you,” she croaked, then glanced at the dog. “Mistral, back off.”

Instantly, the dog stopped hovering and contented itself with throwing filthy looks and the occasional guttural growl in Carson’s direction. It was a guard dog crossed with a dust mop.

He looked at the woman and bit back a laugh. White powder clung to everything. Her hair looked like tufts of meringue. Her eyes and nose were watering freely, tears streaking through the white and mixing with makeup to form muddy drops that puddled on her chin. She blinked at him through eyelashes that looked as if they’d been dipped in flour.

“Sorry.” He couldn’t help smiling as he wiped plaster dust off her back. “That’s what you get for trespassing.”

She glared at him, and a chunk of plaster fell off her forehead. “I’m not trespassing.”

He gestured vaguely toward her torso.

“You might want to…” He stopped.

But the woman looked down at herself and gasped, a hot flush of red staining her cheeks. A crucial button had blown off when she’d landed and her neckline gaped open, exposing her blue-and-white gingham-checked bra, from which a scrap of newsprint fluttered, proclaiming her to be New and Improv.

She pulled the edges together over her chest and turned away from him to hide the rest. She squeezed her eyes shut and the muscles in her jaw flexed as she gritted her teeth.

Carson cleared his throat and returned to business, forcing the image of her breasts out of his mind. “How many times do I have to tell you people? This place is not for sale.”

The woman opened her eyes and pulled her head back a fraction, but when she drew breath to speak, dust choked her again. He watched helplessly as she rummaged through an enormous bag while hacking her lungs out. By the time she’d found a bottle of water and drunk enough to stop coughing, her eyes and nose were streaming again, and her voice had all but disappeared.

She opened a different section of the bag and withdrew a sheet of paper. With a plaster-streaked hand, she slapped it against his chest.

Carson looked at it and immediately felt the blood drain from his face. A rental agreement. Signed, sealed, and delivered.

He had a renter. A pregnant tenant, with a dog. On his ranch! The ranch that his father should have handed over years ago, long before that last stroke.

He opened his mouth but no words came out.

“So,” she wheezed, “who’s trespassing now?”

Series: Three River Ranch, Book 1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled: Bliss
Publication Year: February 2013
eBook Price: 2.99
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