Chancy's Cowboy. Lass Small

      “Okay. Now I’m Ready.” Letter to Reader Title Page About the Author Dedication Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Copyright

      “Okay. Now I’m Ready.”

      Chancy squinched her eyes.

      

      Well, now, what man could take advantage of such a brave young woman? Cliff eased down beside her and kissed her very gently.

      

      He admired her body with his eyes and hands. And he allowed her to explore him while not at all sure he’d survive such a venture.

      

      She was so curious. “I’ve always wondered how it worked,” she told him with great attention. Having been raised the way she was, she hadn’t been influenced by rejection. She’d only been told to wait for the right man. For her, that was Cliff.

      

      He gasped. “Let me.”

      

      Well, for a woman her age, she didn’t have a clue as to what exactly Cliff wanted. “Let you? What?”

      

      He struggled to say the whole sentence. “Let me make love to you.”

      

      Her eyes got a little serious and she said, “Okay.” Then she paused. “What do I do?”

      Dear Reader,

      

      A sexy fire fighter, a crazy cat and a dynamite, heroine—that’s what you’ll find in Lucy and the Loner, Elizabeth Bevarly’s wonderful MAN OF THE MONTH. It’s the next in her installment of THE FAMILY McCORMICK series, and it’s also a MAN OF THE MONTH book you’ll never forget—warm, humorous and very sexy!

      

      A story from Lass Small is always a delight, and Chancy’s Cowboy is Lass at her most marvelous. Don’t miss out as Chancy decides to take some lessons in love from a handsome hunk of a cowboy!

      

      Eileen Wilks’s latest, The Wrong Wife, is chock-full with. the sizzling tension and compelling reading that you’ve come to expect from this rising Desire star. And so many of you know and love Barbara McCauley that she needs no introduction, but this month’s The Nanny and the Reluctant Rancher is sure to both please her current fans...and win her new readers!

      

      Suzannah Davis is another new author that we’re excited about, and Dr. Holt and the Texan may just be her best book to date! And the month is completed with a delightful romp from Susan Carroll, Parker and the Gypsy.

      

      There’s something for everyone. So come and relish the romantic variety you’ve come to expect from Silhouette Desire!

      Lucia Macro

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      LASS SMALL

      finds living on this planet at this time a fascinating experience. People are amazing. She thinks that to be a teller of tales of people, places and things is absolutely marvelous.

      To all readers

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      People are strange. And among those strange humans, there are Texans. While there are other people who live on a variety of lands, Texans are probably the most peculiar when it comes to being partial. No matter what happens to their crops or the grasses, no matter how hot or dry or freezing or wet or cold the weather is, Texans know they live on the edge of heaven.

      That can cause other people to squint their eyes at the Texas land and study it. It could well be that it is the land that makes the Texans just a little bit odd.

      Out in West Texas, north and a little west of Uvalde, it was one of the ranch crew who explained the circumstances at the Bar-Q-Drop. That was the branding iron’s result. A bar with a Q and a drop of something.

      Some said the drop was the miracle of the springs they’d found on that land. Others said it was the blood spilled in the land fights. Another said it was the grief of the Native Americans who’d been pushed out of their lands.

      The crew head’s name was originally Bill, but with one thing or another, he became so stoved up that he could hardly walk and they called him Creep.

      Over all those early years, Creep had been pitched off uncomfortably tied horses and bulls too many times. He could hardly walk, but he could talk. Creep had been around for a long time. So, it was Creep who explained anything from the past.

      In this instance, it was about the budding woman who actually owned the place.

      Creep said that there’s nothing like a female who doesn’t understand what she can safely do. Nor could she realize there were just things she couldn’t do. He said that any of God’s creatures ought to know its limits... right?

      Well, there are occasionally people who haven’t any idea as to the dangerous edge past what they can logically do. There was just such a female at the place out in West Texas, a nuisance child who had turned into a very irritating young woman.

      A clue to her would be her name. It was Chancy Freedman. Yep. That’s the truth!

      It was her daddy that had named her Chancy. At birth, mind you. And he’d been right from the start! How had he known? Why did he allow her to try anything she wanted to tackle? Anybody watching knew her curiosity was too wide.

      It was her daddy, Mel Freedman, that was at the bottom of it all. He just watched her. He’d have to yell at her on occasion. And she’d always try just a little more—until he hollered like a stuck bull.

      Mel’s wife was Chancy’s