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About RUGGED HEARTS

Rugged, quiet, hardworking, Wyatt takes his position as head of the Kinnison family seriously. But the scars of betrayal by the women to whom he once trusted his heart now prompt his stark, simple game plan, and no one in hell is going to convince him any differently. What matters most, besides the welfare of his brothers, is to manage the ranch left to him and never risk his heart again to something as foolish as love—but after meeting Aimee, Wyatt begins to realize that a man should never say never to a determined second grade teacher.

When vivacious, resilient Aimee Worth loses her twin sister in a tragic accident, she makes the choice to live out her sister’s dream of teaching in the small mountain community called End of the Line, Montana, never suspecting she’d meet her Mr. Right in the middle of nowhere—he just doesn’t know it yet. Used to challenges, her spirit shatters the perceptions that have kept him isolated from living life beyond the ranch, proving to him that when it comes to love, the greatest risk is not taking one.

Excerpt:

Aimee gathered the kids from the Suburban, hustled them as quietly as possible up the steps, and fought a sudden flurry of butterflies in the pit of her stomach. “Are you ready to sing the song we practiced?” Nine enthusiastic faces looked up at her in unified excitement. “Ready? One, two, three….” She nodded and the miniature choir rallied into a rousing, off-key rendition of “Jingle Bells.” They made it to “a one horse open sleigh” before the front door burst open.

“What the hel—” Wyatt clamped his mouth shut and curtailed the rest of his expletive as he stared at the sea of pint-size humanity crowded on his front porch. The sounds coming from their tiny lungs were loud enough to wake a hibernating bear and then chase him right back into the woods. “Aimee?” He glanced up in surprise and met her joyful expression. She held her arms out as if to say “here we are,” except for the small detail that he hadn’t expected anyone but her. He set aside his personal thoughts and realized this was the reason for her strange questions to him the other day at the drugstore. “Oh no. No.” He shook his head and held up his hands. “This is not what I meant when I agreed to this.”

“But you smiled. You nodded and waved. I was under the impression you agreed to this visit.

“I nodded, yes, but I thought it was you—”

“You stated clearly you wouldn’t refuse any child the right to learn, didn’t you?”

“Absolutely, I did. I-I just wasn’t expecting all these…kids.” He glanced down at the curious young faces looking up at him. Their enthusiastic song slowly waned in light of the verbal ping-pong match going on between him and their teacher.

“Oh!” It seemed to dawn on her suddenly what he was trying to say. “I see now why you’re confused, Mr. Kinnison.” Her cheeks turned a rosy hue. “Obviously, there has been a huge misunderstanding.”

He scratched the back of his neck. That was an understatement.

“I’m sorry, I’m not prepared for—” He felt a tug on his flannel shirt and looked down to an odd-looking tyke with thick glasses and hair that looked as though everything below a bowl inverted on his head had been shaved. “Yes?” He was tempted to assure the lad puberty would one day change everything for the better.

“Do you have indoor plumbing?” He blinked his overly large green eyes behind those pop-bottle lenses and waited for Wyatt’s answer.

He glanced at Aimee and then back to the boy. “Yes, of course.” He gave the child a puzzled look, then refocused his attention back to Aimee….er, Ms. Worth. “Listen, I don’t think that—”

The shirttail-tugger struck again.

“What?” Wyatt’s patience was wearing thin.

“It’s a long drive here, mister,” the youngster commented.

Wyatt stared at him a moment, and then it sank in. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

The boy nodded, his grin showing the absence of a front tooth. A chorus of similar requests followed. He tossed Aimee a look and caught a sheepish grin.

“They did visit the bathroom at school, for what it’s worth. Too much excitement about coming here, I suspect.”

He blew out a sigh, stood aside, and ushered the pint-size brood into his home.