Jeannie Watt - Harlequin Superromance September 2017 Box Set

Dedication To Rachel, my new daughter.

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

Montana Unbranded

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

About the Author

Dedication

PROLOGUE

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

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

EPILOGUE

Breakup in a Small Town

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

About the Author

Dedication

PROLOGUE

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

The Littlest Boss

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

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

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

Copyright

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

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.

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 full-ride scholarships and been courted by three different companies upon graduating, had been a victim of downsizing—and no one else would hire her.

The truth hurt.

Okay, maybe she’d been a bit vain, thinking she was so integral to her organization that it couldn’t function without her—but in defense of her vanity, how many eighty-hour weeks had she worked for the good of the company? Her cheeks grew warm as she recalled laughing when, after rumors of the reduction in force had started, a colleague stated that everyone was replaceable. She’d rather vehemently disagreed. There were several people in the company, including herself, who were so necessary to the operation that even in this economic climate, they had to be safe. It would be detrimental to the company to cut them loose.

She’d been the first person let go. When she’d been called into her supervisor’s office, she’d assumed that it was to let her in on what was about to happen so that she could help shore things up once the layoffs were announced. Uh…no. Don Erickson had thanked her for her dedication to the company, for the extra time she’d spent working on projects, and then directed her to the next office to discuss severance and the fate of her excellent insurance plan.

Taylor never, ever wanted to experience that cold, numb feeling again. Or to do the walk of shame back to her office, where her belongings had already been packed into a cardboard box. The bus ride home had been hell—until the anger hit. She would get another job with a competing company, and then who would be sorry?

Those thoughts had sustained her for almost two weeks. But when the rent and utilities came due and she hadn’t been called for even one interview, when the headhunters had remained frustratingly unhelpful, she’d known a moment of panic—very similar to what she was feeling now.