Wrangling The Rancher. Jeannie Watt

      

      It’s a thin line between aggravation and...attraction!

      She was definitely not part of Cole Bryan’s lease agreement. The rented farm is Cole’s only chance for peace and quiet...until his landlord’s gorgeous, city-livin’ granddaughter, Taylor Evans, shows up looking for a place to stay. With nowhere else to go, Taylor isn’t taking his “no” for an answer.

      Cole plans to wait her out. Taylor’s obviously not made for rural life, and she can’t get out of Montana soon enough. But he never counted on her grit and determination—or the unexpected pull between them. Now the only way Cole can keep to himself is by compromising his heart...

      “I think you don’t want to like me.”

      Cole stilled. His first impulse was to deny it. His second was to admire Taylor’s instincts. His third was to back up fast. “I have nothing against you.”

      “But...”

      “No ‘but.’”

      “Liar.” She spoke softly, holding his gaze in a way that warned him not to underestimate her.

      She could have easily moved away, but she didn’t. Her expression shifted ever so slightly, then she reached up to touch his face as he’d touched hers in the SUV the day she’d taken him to the doctor.

      She leaned closer. “If we kiss—”

      He didn’t wait for her to finish the sentence, didn’t wait for her to set goals or outline parameters. He made the “if” a reality, sliding his hand around the back of her neck as he brought his mouth down to hers.

      Taylor met him halfway.

      She was dynamite in his hands.

      Dear Reader,

      There’s nothing I love more than an opposites-attract story, so when I wrote Wrangling the Rancher, I decided to triple down. My hero and heroine, Cole and Taylor, have opposite temperaments, lifestyles and goals. He’s an introvert; she’s an extrovert. He wants to work alone; she wants to be part of a major business. He’s a country guy; she’s a city girl.

      I had so much fun writing these two. After working on a guest ranch where he catered to the whims of the often-rich patrons, all Cole wants is to be left alone to farm. After being laid off from her firm, all Taylor wants is another high-powered job. Instead she ends up on her grandfather’s Montana farm, which Cole is leasing. Cole has to deal with yet another privileged city girl and Taylor has to work on the farm to earn her keep. In the process, both Taylor and Cole learn a lot—about themselves.

      I hope you enjoy Wrangling the Rancher. If so, please check out the other books in The Brodys of Lightning Creek miniseries, as well as All for a Cowboy, in which Cole is first introduced. I also hope you’ll stop by my website, jeanniewatt.com.

      Thank you, and happy reading!

      Jeannie

      Wrangling the Rancher

      Jeannie Watt

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      JEANNIE WATT lives on a small hay-and-cattle ranch in Montana’s beautiful Madison Valley with her husband, dogs and cat, horses and ponies. When she’s not writing or dealing with animal matters, Jeannie likes to work on her almost-finished house (is a house ever really done?), horseback ride, read and sew.

      To Rachel, my new daughter.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       Dear 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

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       EPILOGUE

       Extract

       Copyright

       CHAPTER ONE

      FAILURE DID NOT sit well with Taylor Evans, which was why she did her best to never fail. And she hadn’t...until exactly eight weeks ago today.

      Taylor lifted her glass of chardonnay and sipped. It was her last bottle, and she needed to savor every drop. She also needed the false courage if she was going to call her grandfather and confess that she, who’d nailed down