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After at Sweetheart Ranch
Valentine Valley # 6
Valentine Valley # 6
By: Emma Cane
Releasing April 28th, 2015
Avon
ABOUT THE BOOK~
The
only thing hotter than a cowboy...
Math teacher Lyndsay De Luca never
surprised anyone-least of all herself-until this summer. First, she secretly
published her debut romance novel. Then she started dating Will Sweet, the
cowboy of her dreams. And now Lyndsay’s scrambling to hide the juiciest tidbit
of all: that the hazel-eyed hero of her steamy fiction is the same guy whose
kisses have become her mind-blowing reality.
Ever since Will’s high school
sweetheart died in a tragic accident, he hasn’t been able to commit to a
long-term relationship. Lyndsay is the first woman in years who’s been able to
catch-and keep-his attention. She’s fascinated by his work at Sweetheart Ranch,
and a glance from her gorgeous brown eyes sends Will’s thoughts wandering. Will
she be the one to finally break down the walls around his guarded heart?
LINKS~
GOODREADS
GOODREADS SERIES
ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Emma Cane grew up reading and soon
discovered that she liked to write passionate stories of teenagers in space.
Her love of “passionate stories” has never gone away, although today she
concentrates on the heartwarming characters of Valentine, her fictional small
town in the Colorado Rockies.
Now that her three children are
grown, Emma loves spending time crocheting and singing (although not
necessarily at the same time), and hiking and snowshoeing alongside her husband
Jim and two rambunctious dogs Apollo and Uma.
AUTHOR LINKS~
Lyndsay De Luca stood near the
picture window in her living room, staring down at the paperback book in her
hands, her eyes stinging with tears of joy. The sun glimmered across the cover,
a picture of a distant ranch and mountains with a lone cowboy riding his horse
in the distance. She let her trembling fingers trace the title, A
Cowboy in Montana, and then her own name up above, embossed, with letters
as large as the title. This was her book, a book that would be
on store shelves across the country in just a month. Soon, readers would be
swept away into a story she’d created. She could make them laugh and maybe cry,
and escape into a world of happily-ever-afters...
She’d also finally have to tell her
friends and family about the secret she’d been keeping. Her day job as a middle
school math teacher was very public, and she’d always liked having her writing
as something private she did for herself. If her family had known, they’d have
constantly asked when she was going to start submitting her work, or if she’d
heard back from an editor. She had enough pressure at school and hadn’t wanted
any more, interested and supportive though her family might be.
There was another reason she was
leery about her revelation, and that reason was now playing catch on Mabel
Street, outside her window, with her fourteen-year-old nephew, Ethan.
Will Sweet.
She heard a sharp rapping, and,
startled, she glanced up to see him in the center of her picture window as if
he’d been framed there, sunlight burnishing his hair. She felt her breath catch
and her mouth go dry.
Grinning at her, his eyes narrowed
from the sun, Will spoke through the window with a muffled voice. “You still
coming with us to the game?”
She nodded and called, “I’ll grab my
purse and meet you out front.”
After pulling on a sweater and
sticking a Windbreaker in her purse, she stepped through the door and paused to
watch Will throw the ball back to Ethan. If Will caught her staring, he
wouldn’t think much of it. He was used to being the center of attention every
time he entered a room, with his easygoing charm and killer good looks. He had
sandy blond hair that lightened in the sun, and since he made his living as a
cowboy on the Sweetheart Ranch, owned by his family, he was outdoors all the
time, that tall, lean body honed and chiseled from years of outdoor work. His
eyes were a changeable hazel, fringed with thick lashes and full of merriment.
The cleft in his chin might as well have winked at each woman he passed, and he
had a model’s hollow cheeks. Occasionally those cheeks bore the scruff of a
day-old beard, as if he couldn’t be bothered shaving that morning.
“Think fast!”
She flinched as Ethan jumped in
front of her, pretending to throw the ball.
“Aunt Lynds, you fall for that every
time,” he said, shaking his head.
After pulling her door shut, she
punched her nephew playfully in the upper arm, because she was no longer tall
enough to wrap an arm around his neck. Ethan was almost as tall as his dad, and
his hair had slowly been darkening over the years until now it was a light
brown. He had the De Luca brown eyes and his dad’s laid-back manner.
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