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Texas Christmas Twins
Deb Kastner
Christmas on the RanchMiranda Morgan’s Christmas will be twice as busy now that she’s guardian of her sister’s sweet twin babies. But the celebrity photographer is happy to trade a glamorous L.A. lifestyle for motherhood in her small hometown of Wildhorn, Texas. Unfortunately, the twins’ handsome godfather, Simon West, is unconvinced. The brooding rancher isn’t thrilled about letting sunny, spontaneous Miranda into his carefully managed world. Though they disagree on almost everything, Simon and Miranda discover common ground as they work to make the twins’ first country Christmas cozy and bright. Could this holiday transform Miranda and Simon’s tentative friendship into a forever love?Christmas Twins: Twice blessed for the holiday season
Christmas on the Ranch
Miranda Morgan’s Christmas will be twice as busy now that she’s guardian of her sister’s sweet twin babies. But the celebrity photographer is happy to trade a glamorous LA lifestyle for motherhood in her small hometown of Wildhorn, Texas. Unfortunately, the twins’ handsome godfather, Simon West, is unconvinced. The brooding rancher isn’t thrilled about letting sunny, spontaneous Miranda into his carefully managed world. Though they disagree on almost everything, Simon and Miranda discover common ground as they work to make the twins’ first country Christmas cozy and bright. Could this holiday transform Miranda and Simon’s tentative friendship into a forever love?
“I still can’t believe you don’t decorate for Christmas,” Miranda said.
Simon held Hudson and Harper in his lap while she put a green hat on Hudson. His little Santa’s-helper suit and Harper’s matching female elf would go nicely with Zig and Zag, the dogs Miranda adorably still thought of as twins.
“What would be the point? It’s only me and the dogs, and they don’t care that it’s Christmas.”
“Hello—Christmas spirit, where are you? What happened to getting in the mood for all things merry and bright?”
Simon snorted. “When have you ever known me to be merry and bright?”
But sitting here cross-legged with both of the twins on his lap and Miranda zipping around with unflagging energy and excitement, he thought he might be as close as he’d ever been to those feelings.
There was just something right about the four of them being here together. He wanted to tell her. But the words wouldn’t come. They got all tangled up in his head and never made it to his lips.
Dear Reader (#ucc0fc3e4-0b10-5514-bb1b-61d8b839312f),
Cowboys, twins, dogs and Christmas in Texas. Could there be a better or cuter combination?
Miranda Morgan has to change her whole lifestyle when she becomes the guardian of her sister’s twins, but it’s a change she’s ready and willing to make. Unfortunately, the twins’ godfather, Simon West, doesn’t believe people can change, and he doesn’t think Miranda is up to the task of becoming the twins’ new mother.
Sometimes, even with the best of intentions, two people clash, and this is the case for Simon and Miranda. They both want what is best for the twins, but they have opposite notions of how to get things done. It’s in learning to appreciate their differences that they can work together to accomplish their goals—and discover their dreams might not be so different after all.
If you enjoyed reading about Zig and Zag and the other dogs in Texas Christmas Twins, I encourage you to look into adopting a dog at your local shelter. There are so many great dogs looking for their Forever Family.
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Love Courageously,
Deb Kastner
Publishers Weekly bestselling and award-winning author DEB KASTNER writes stories of faith, family and community in a small-town Western setting. She lives in Colorado with her husband and a pack of miscreant mutts, and is blessed with three daughters and two grandchildren. She enjoys spoiling her grandkids, movies, music (The Texas Tenors!), singing in the church choir and exploring Colorado on horseback.
Texas Christmas Twins
Deb Kastner
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Through Him then let us continually offer God a sacrifice of praise, that is, the fruit of lips that confess His name. Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have; God is pleased by sacrifices of that kind.
—Hebrews 13:15–16
What can I give Him, poor that I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb.
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part.
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.
Contents
Cover (#u1a557e1a-2145-5496-82fd-a99422e1ff1b)
Back Cover Text (#u80904341-8499-5c74-917c-d9ec219381a0)
Introduction (#ufd3dd4fa-b520-5e63-aa30-2440be800226)
Dear Reader (#uf43251f1-40c7-5147-bab6-4796692818a7)
About the Author (#uab561b7b-5032-5c00-b555-48e5e8046d9b)
Title Page (#ub530bf36-9acf-5ff4-8dab-9cd4db45ebf8)
Bible Verse (#u3a7bcdf7-2840-590b-a270-d2210a1d8843)
Dedication (#u090a55d8-d27d-5c3a-ab8a-82bd95f9fb27)
Chapter One (#u9151da18-ecb1-5b25-9f70-bc81ce028016)
Chapter Two (#ubd22165e-f5f3-5705-be1b-c62bc9b4851b)
Chapter Three (#u50315149-a421-571f-8e9d-3f2ee0016e21)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter One (#ucc0fc3e4-0b10-5514-bb1b-61d8b839312f)
Miranda Morgan wouldn’t even know what hit her.
He was here in front of her cabin, preparing to make certain of that. After he was through with her, the powers that be would want to name a tempest after him.
Hurricane Simon.
It didn’t matter that he hadn’t seen Miranda since high school, or even, as his best friend Mason’s kid sister, that she’d bared the occasional brunt of his pranks and mean jokes. In another situation, he might be considering how to make amends and not additional strife. He was a new man, a man of faith. The Lord had changed his heart, and now Simon’s goal was to change his life to match what had happened internally.
But try as he might, he fell short of being able to forgive Miranda for ignoring her responsibility to the sweet nine-month-old twins now in her care.
If this was a spiritual test, a trial in his bumpy new Christian life, it was a doozy.
Miranda was an eminently successful celebrity photographer. But he couldn’t care less about movie stars and the la-di-da lifestyles of the rich and famous. He was a simple ranch owner and dog trainer and he liked his solitary country life.
What he didn’t like was Miranda. She couldn’t even be bothered to fly home to Texas long enough to attend her own twin niece’s and nephew’s christening, and she was not only Hudson and Harper’s aunt, but had also been named their godmother.
And yet she hadn’t managed to spare even one weekend for them.
Even Simon had been in church that day, though at the time he hadn’t been a churchgoing man. He remembered feeling uncomfortable, but he’d been there. Simon was the twins’ godfather, and to him, it was a big thing, a sacred duty, a promise that he’d always be there for Hudson and Harper in any way they needed.
Obviously, Miranda didn’t feel the same way. Family obligations clearly meant nothing to her.
And now, through a cruel twist of fate, Miranda had been named the twins’ permanent legal guardian.
How could that even be? The very thought of it was both confusing and infuriating.
It was painful enough that Mary, Mason’s youngest sister, and her husband, John, had been taken from this world prematurely by the merciless act of a drunkard who’d made the deadly choice to drive while intoxicated.
But for Mary to name self-serving, high-flying Miranda as the twins’ legal guardian, even after all she had done, or not done, for Mary and the babies—
Well, that made less sense than putting a Border collie in a room full of cats and expecting him to herd them.
What had Mary been thinking? How could she have considered her sister a worthwhile guardian, one with whom she could entrust innocent children? What kind of mother would a woman like Miranda possibly be?
Inconceivable.
Why hadn’t Mason and his wife, Charlotte, been named the twins’ guardians? They already had four children of their own with a fifth on the way. They were wonderful, experienced parents who had been there for Mary and the twins during every stage of their lives.
Mary might have sincerely believed that two more children would have been too much of a burden on Mason and Charlotte, and that they had their own family to think of and provide for.
But choosing Miranda?
Mary might have been sincere, but she’d been sincerely wrong.
However the future played out now that Miranda was the twins’ legal guardian, Simon’s determination to be a positive influence in his godchildren’s lives hadn’t changed one iota. They had always been a priority with him, but even more so now.
If Miranda was anything like Simon imagined her to be, Harper and Hudson would need all the protection and stability they could get.
He was going to step up for those two precious babies.
Unfortunately, that also meant he would, by default, be in contact with Miranda. She would have to let him into her world, whether she liked it or not. And likewise, he’d have to learn to work with her. They didn’t have to be friends, but they would have to get along.
For the twins’ sakes, he reminded himself as he removed his brown Stetson, combed his fingers back through his thick blond hair and knocked on the door.
“It’s open,” he heard Miranda call from somewhere inside the cabin, her voice muffled and distant.
Feeling awkward at having to let himself into a cabin he was unfamiliar with, he opened the door and stepped inside. He didn’t immediately see Miranda, or the twins, either, for that matter.
His attention was instead captured by the insane display of Christmas decorations, red and green, silver and gold, everywhere his gaze landed.
It looked as if the North Pole had exploded in her living room.
An enormous eight-foot Christmas tree stood in one corner, the flashing angel topper just barely clearing the ceiling. Presents wrapped in colorful aluminum paper were piled high underneath the tree.
She’d arranged a large Nativity set, complete with a stable and an angel proclaiming Peace on Earth, on the end table.
Shiny red and gold garland adorned every wall, with evergreen garland gracing the fireplace where the stockings were hung with care, as the poem went. Homemade stockings, with Hudson's and Harper’s names written in flourishes of red and green glitter glue.
This woman was clearly obsessed with Christmas.
And apparently, shiny things.
It took him a moment to focus and find Miranda. He supposed he’d expected to find her changing a diaper or two, or feeding the twins their bottles—or whatever it was that nine-month-old babies ate—as the reason she couldn’t answer the door. Instead, she was right there in the middle of the living room, stretched out on her stomach underneath a card table that she’d draped with sheets, holding a flashlight she was beaming on a picture book as Harper and Hudson cuddled on either side of her.
Of all the crazy, unexpected scenarios, this one took the cake.
Or the Christmas fruitcake as the case might be.
The tent was ingenious. She’d used stacks of hardback books to fasten the edges of the sheet to the sofa on one side of them and an armchair on the other, with the card table holding up the structure in the middle.
Lying on her stomach, jammed under a table only a few feet high, couldn’t possibly be comfortable for her, with her tall, lithe frame, and yet she had an enthusiastic smile on her face and didn’t look the least bit put out by the awkward position. He suspected her feet might be protruding out the back, although he couldn’t confirm that from his current vantage point.
She shined the flashlight at his face, momentarily blinding him, and he held up a hand to block the light.
