TWO BOOKS IN ONE! AN ALL-NEW CAROLYN BROWN BOOK,
PLUS SECOND CHANCE COWBOY BY A.J. PINE.
This city girl's about to get a dose of cowboy charm
Emily Baker doesn't rough it - anymore. Born and raised on
farm, she's worked hard to distance herself from that life,
thank you very much. But when the seniors at the nursing
home where she works beg for a ranch retreat, she caves and
heads up to the Longhorn Canyon spread. With one glance at
the sexy cowboy who opens the door, she's suddenly thinking
a week with him might not be so bad after all.
Justin Maguire doesn't quite know what to do with the
gorgeous woman who shows up on his doorstep. She's all
curves and confidence-even after stepping in a cow pile.
bad she's determined not to fall for a cowboy. But with the
help of five nosy, matchmaking seniors, he might just
convince her he's worth the risk.
SECOND CHANCE COWBOY
Once a cowboy, always a cowboy! Jack Everett can handle
working on the ranch, but turning around the failing
vineyard he's also inherited? That requires working with
woman he never expected to see again.
After a forty-minute drive, Emily found the ranch with no
problem. She parked and checked her reflection in the rear
view mirror. She fluffed up her dark brown shoulder-length
hair, and reapplied her bright red lipstick.
She took a deep breath and wished that she’d figured out a
better plan than just flying by the seat of her pants.
Trying to figure out what to say first, she wasn’t watching
where she was going and her heel sunk into a gopher hole.
She regained her footing just in time to avoid falling face
first, but in doing so, she stepped in pile of fresh cow
“Shit!” she muttered.
Amen, her grandmother’s voice popped into her head.
And if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, just then a tall
cowboy with steel blue eyes opened the door and stepped out
on the porch. Lord, have mercy.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
She opened the gate into the yard and said, “I’m Emily
Baker. We visited on the phone last evening.” She looked up
into steely blue eyes.
“My brother, Cade, is the one that you talked to. He forgot
that he had another meeting this morning in Wichita Falls.
I’m Justin Maguire. Please come right in.” He stood to one
side and motioned her inside.
She couldn’t track cow crap inside the house so she kicked
off her shoes, leaving them on the porch. She glanced down
at her chipped toe nail polish and wished that she’d taken
time to redo them. But not even ugly toe nails would keep
her from her mission—not after that send-off at the center.
“Should’ve been a little more careful about where I was
steppin’,” she said.
Justin grinned. “That’s part of ranch life, darlin’.
Evidently you haven’t lived on one.”
Oh, honey, you are so wrong about that, she thought.
She studied him from the corner of her eye as they crossed
the foyer and entered a huge living room. Scruff covered
his square jaw, but she could see a very slight cleft in
his chin. He walked with the cowboy swagger and confidence
that would have women falling all over him. And he’d called
her darlin’—did he flirt with everyone?
“We can talk in here, Emily. Have a seat anywhere. Sorry
about the mess.”
“Thanks. I work at the Oakview Retirement Center in Bowie.
Cade and I were going to talk about renting your bunkhouses
for a week. Did he let you know if y’all have made a
decision?” She spit it all out at once without taking a
breath as she sat on the edge of the sofa, legs crossed at
the ankle and back straight.
“He only told me that someone from the retirement center
was coming by to visit about something as he was walking
out the door fifteen minutes ago, but this is the first I’m
hearing about it.” His forearms bulged beneath the rolled
up sleeves of his black, pearl snap shirt and his hands
She had to look at him to talk to him, but when she did she
noticed that the top two snaps of his shirt were undone,
giving her a peek at light brown chest hair. She couldn’t
get her thoughts together looking right at him. She’d
expected the Maguire brothers to be her dad’s age. “There
are five elderly folks at the center. They have some
problems but basically they’re pretty spry to be in their
seventies.” She glanced down at the coffee table where
papers were strewn about. “You’re building a house? Are you
an architect? I thought the Maguires were ranchers.”
“We are but I’m trying my hand at drawing up the plans for
our foreman and his new wife,” he answered.
Emily leaned forward. “Doesn’t look like it’s going to be
“Not here at first but the design will make it easy to add
on later.” He chose a chair close to the coffee table where
the plans were laid out. “So tell me, Miz Barker, more
about this idea you’ve got.”
“Baker, not Barker,” she corrected him.
“Sorry about that. I’m better with faces than names. Might
not be real good with names, but I never forget a pretty
face.” He raked his fingers through light brown hair that
had definitely had a cowboy hat settled on it not long ago.
Don’t flirt with me, cowboy, she thought.
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