Big Sky

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(MSRP 5.50)

Taylor never expected her reluctant homecoming to include a murder, a ghost, and a hunk of a ranch foreman.

Photographer Taylor Young fled to L.A. following her sister's betrayal six years ago. Now Jamie's dead, Mama has broken a hip in a drunken fall, and Taylor's stepfather begs her to return to her family's Montana ranch to make amends.

After a bitter divorce, Brett Austin, foreman of the Slash Y Ranch, believes horses are more of a sure thing than women. But the boss's daughter changes all that when she sets his heart bucking like a wild bronc.

When Taylor's mother insists Jamie's death was not suicide--a theory confirmed by Jamie's ghost--Taylor wonders who could have wanted her sister dead. With a list of suspects as long as her camera strap, Taylor needs an ally. Could that person be a tall drink of water in a cowboy hat?

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 278
Word Count: 76003
ISBN 978-1-61217-005-3 Paperback
ISBN 978-1-61217-238-5 Digital

Excerpt:

“Don’t you have some cattle to rustle up? Or fences to mend?” Taylor slammed her foot on the gas pedal and rubbed her throbbing temples.

“You’re not going to get that vehicle started,” Brett stated. “It needs to sit. Hop on back.” He patted the horse’s rump. There was a mischievous twinkle in the horse’s eye.

“Thanks. But I’m not going to ride on the back of that animal with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t know you or that paint.”

Brett shrugged. “Will’s not going to like it if I leave you stranded.”

“I’m hardly stranded. The car will start soon. Or I’ll walk.”

He flicked the reins. “Giddy-up, Bill.” With a cluck of Brett’s tongue, the horse took up a slow trot.

Taylor peered through the windshield and watched the man’s body sway in rhythm with his gelding’s gait. He knew how to sit a horse. But what did he know about cars? He might understand as much about vehicles as her—which was next to nothing. She could be waiting here for an hour.

She glanced down at her heels wishing she had on more sensible shoes. Walking a mile down a hard-packed dirt road would destroy them—and her feet.

Darn. Perhaps she should reconsider the cowboy’s offer.

Taylor flung the car door open and jumped out. Planting her feet apart, she placed two fingers between her lips and whistled.

Brett told Bill to whoa and tossed his hand over the saddle horn. His and Taylor’s gazes locked. His intense stare burned a hole into her. Her head angled in question. Suddenly, she felt as if her slacks were made of see-through paper.

When he lifted his hand and waved her forward, she narrowed her eyes at his cocksure grin.