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Capturing the Texas Rancher's Heart

Racing theme with a paranormal twist!

Avon
January 2007
On Sale: January 1, 2007
Featuring: Scott Templeton; Maggie Cooper; Cooper (the ghost)
384 pages
ISBN: 0060843470
EAN: 9780060843472
Paperback
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Jenna McKnight

Scott Templeton lives for the adrenaline rush, but when the
ghost of a legendary race car driver suddenly appears in the
passenger seat next to him, it sends Scott literally into a
tailspin. Now he can't convince the guy to head toward the
light and stop haunting him, not until Scott promises to
make a special delivery.

Maggie Cooper has a five-year plan that involves making
executive VP with a corner office and a salary that will
cause a grown man to weep. What it doesn't involve is a
high-speed hotshot who claims her dead father sent him. She
doesn't care how charming Scott is, or how he seems to
devour her with his eyes, or even how her shotgun-toting
grandmother is playing matchmaker. Maggie is determined to
resist, but Scott is just as determined to convince her that
loving him is worth the risk.

Excerpt

“You’re afraid of her?” Scott whispered to the ghost.

“I ain’t afraid of nobody,” Cooper snarled, but his gaze
shifted away to the tree line.

Shiny, shoulder-lenth hair bounced with agitation as the
delectable Miss Cooper darted between bumpers on
impossibly high heels. Her suit flowed with every inch of
her body as she charged across the narrow lawn. Worry
creased the delicate features of her face. To think
Cooper could have sired someone so pretty, so utterly
enticing, was beyond comprehension.

“You,” she said with recognition.

Fame had many benefits. The fact that she already knew
who he was would make getting to know her a whole lot
easier.

“Nice to meet you,” Scott said.

The fire didn’t leave her eyes. She didn’t even hesitate
as she topped the last step and advanced on him. “You owe
me five hundred dollars.”

A lesser man would have run. Not Scott Templeton. He’d
stared death in the face more than once. No way a little
slip of a woman like this could back him against the
house . . .