Sasha Summers - Her Cowboy's Triplets

A PLACE TO CALL HOME

Recovering from a toxic first marriage, single mom India Boone wants nothing more than a fresh start for her and her five-year-old son. Coming home to Ft. Kyle, Texas, was only supposed to be a stepping-stone along the way. But then India runs into the man who’s always been her rock, childhood pal Brody Wallace, and suddenly she’s not so eager to leave.

Having carried a torch for India since grade school, Brody’s thrilled the attraction finally seems mutual—except India’s still got one foot out the door. As much as it kills him, with precocious triplet daughters to worry about, he needs more than a no-strings fling. But how can he make India see that the home she’s looking for is right under her nose?

SASHA SUMMERS grew up surrounded by books. Her passions have always been storytelling, romance and travel—passions she’s used to write more than twenty romance novels and novellas. Now a bestselling and award-winning author, Sasha continues to fall a little in love with each hero she writes, from easy-on-the-eyes cowboys and sexy alpha-male werewolves to heroes of truly mythic proportions. She believes that everyone should have their happily-ever-after—in fiction and real life.

Sasha lives in the suburbs of Texas Hill Country with her amazing family and her beloved grumpy cat, Gerard, The Feline Overlord. She looks forward to hearing from fans and hopes you’ll visit her online: on Facebook at Sasha Summers Author, on Twitter, @sashawrites, or email her at sashasummersauthor@gmail.com

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Twins for the Rebel Cowboy

Courted by the Cowboy

A Cowboy to Call Daddy

A Son for the Cowboy

Cowboy Lullaby

Seducing the Best Man

Christmas in His Bed

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Her Cowboy’s Triplets

Sasha Summers

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ISBN: 978-1-474-07769-9

HER COWBOY’S TRIPLETS

© 2018 Sasha Best

Published in Great Britain 2018

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Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

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

Extract

About the Publisher

Chapter One

India Boone pushed her glasses into place and shoved another pencil into the top-knot of curls atop her head. “Work. Please work.” She typed in the code again, pressed Enter and held her breath. The same error box popped up on the computer screen. India covered her face with her hands and bit back a string of curses.

“Mom?” her five-year-old son, Cal, and his dog, Tanner, peered over the edge of the desk. “How many years before the Indians got here did the dinosaurs go extinct? Was it fifty-five or sixty-five millions years?”

She grinned at them, her frustration momentarily forgotten. How could she stay frustrated in the face of such adorableness? Most five-year-olds wouldn’t think about these things, but Cal was anything but normal. He was gifted and talented—something his old private school in Dallas was thrilled about. According to them, he was very gifted. Not that she’d needed anyone to tell her that.

“I’m not sure Cal. A long, long time. But if you want a firm answer we can go to the fort later on and ask Ada.” If the internet was working, she could answer the question in no time. But that was the problem. Her computer skills were solid—once internet service was set up. She skimmed the software manual again, hoping she’d missed something.

“Ada knows everything about Fort Kyle, doesn’t she?” Cal asked.

“Pretty much.” India nodded. “Too bad she doesn’t know everything about installing software.”

“Take a break? Maybe it’ll come to you after?” Cal suggested.

She smiled at him, rubbed behind Tanner’s soft ear and took off her glasses, tucking them into their case. “A break, huh?” she asked, tugging the pencils free from her hair and rubbing the back of her head.

“Sara said the Soda Shop is almost out of peach ice cream for the year,” Cal said, grinning. “That’s your favorite, isn’t it?”

“You know it is.” And it sounded delicious.

He stood, tucking his favorite plesiosaur dinosaur into his pocket. “Let’s go get some. Come on, Mom, you deserve it.”

“You’re allergic to peaches. What about you?” she asked, knowing exactly what he wanted. Something chocolate. Cal was all about the chocolate.

“Yeah, but...” He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops, rocking on his boots. “I’m not allergic to chocolate. Or ice cream. Or brownies.”

Tanner stood, tail wagging, his golden gaze bouncing between them. The Belgian Malinois came around, pushing his broad head under her hand and leaning into her until she scratched behind his floppy, dark ear.