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Mistletoe & Marriage: Snowbound Cowboy
Patricia Thayer
DONNA ALWARD
Snowbound Cowboy Patricia ThayerLone wolf Boone Gifford has spent years standing on the outside. Now he’s looking at Christmas – through the window of beautiful Amelia Hughes’ home. As the snow falls harder, and the stranded family needs help, it’s time for Boone to step inside.A Bride For Rocking H Ranch Donna Alward Kelley Hughes is rancher, housekeeper, doting sister to Amelia, granddaughter and aunt – and the stress of preparing the perfect Christmas at Rocking H Ranch is getting to her. But distraction soon arrives in the form of delectable chef Mack Dennison…
Patricia Thayer welcomes you to Rocking H Ranch
Christmas has always been my favourite time of year. I grew up in the Midwest, and as a child one of my first wishes for the holidays was to have snow. Another was for a giant tree that smelled of evergreen and reached all the way to the ceiling in our big old house.
I have a large family—four sisters and three brothers—and though my parents never had a lot, they managed to fill up the bottom of the tree with gifts from Santa. It was years until I realised how truly blessed I was because I had family around to share it with.
As I got older my hopes and dreams changed. Now that I have grandkids, I’ve discovered that the best presents aren’t always wrapped up with a pretty bow. The best are part of everyday life. Like seeing my grandsons’ smiles as they run through the waves at the beach, or point up at the moon in wonder. How they grip your hand with complete confidence that you’ll keep them safe. How our oldest grandson, who has autism, smiles so brightly when you read his favourite story or sing his favourite song. And how every word he speaks is like a precious gift. No, you can’t buy that in any store.
This is my first Christmas story, and I was lucky enough to share it with talented writer Donna Alward. Together we came up with a ranch in Montana, the Rocking H, with two sisters, Kelley and Amelia Hughes.
In my story I created characters who needed to find some holiday joy. When this idea came to me, I kept seeing a five-year-old boy making a Christmas wish. All Jesse Hughes wants is a dad. He even writes it down on a list, and every day he believes that his dad will arrive by Christmas morning. It takes a Montana snow blizzard and my hero and heroine getting stranded together just two weeks before Christmas.
Amelia, a single mother, is afraid to trust another man again. Boone Gifford carries a burden with him that makes him think he doesn’t deserve a family. Somehow these two began to believe in a Montana Christmas miracle and never have to unwrap one gift.
In Donna’s story, Kelley enlists the help of chef Mack Dennison to help her create the perfect Hughes family Christmas. Somehow they both start to realise that the most perfect gift could very well be each other…if they’re willing to open their hearts.
My hope for all of you is to receive the kind of gift that isn’t always found under the tree. Just look around and count your blessings.
Happy Holidays
Patricia Thayer
Mistletoe& Marriage
Snowbound Cowboy
BY
Patricia Thayer
And
A Bride for Rocking H Ranch
BY
Donna Alward
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk/)
Table of Contents
Cover Page (#ud0c40410-ae55-53fa-a376-1f8d4197e428)
Author’s Note (#ub26013ed-176d-5350-9462-30b9c9973851)
Title Page (#ue8c97451-fc78-57f7-8770-e68b345af215)
Snowbound Cowboy (#uf933e696-fd93-599e-9c61-b610b710bb90)
Chapter One (#uac39a6e5-31ff-5ac9-97cb-3574483e780c)
Chapter Two (#ubb293484-3869-5b94-ba34-016e4900b1f1)
Chapter Three (#u46d62232-1e0f-5188-8f67-1465a55a8d09)
Chapter Four (#u2f4acaf0-e245-5d8e-b870-f7572deed159)
Chapter Five (#u377bc017-df82-54bf-befe-b9f2f4d19d4d)
Chapter Six (#ua5362792-5f37-55d5-8b70-4d2b32260b99)
Chapter Seven (#ude1b763a-5e89-5978-8eb1-fca9cd4222f2)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Preview (#litres_trial_promo)
A Bride for Rocking H Ranch (#litres_trial_promo)
Dear Reader (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
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)
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Snowbound Cowboy
BY
Patricia Thayer
Chapter One
SHE’D DONE IT NOW.
Amelia Hughes stared out the windshield at the blowing snow and thought about her rash decision to drive into town in spite of blizzard warnings. She had thought she could outrun the storm. In her haste to get back to the ranch, she had hit a slick spot, and the truck had slid off the snow-packed road onto the soft shoulder.
“Mom, we got stuck!”
“We don’t know that for sure,” she said, wondering what her penance should be for lying to a five-year-old boy. In an attempt to right her wrong, she eased her foot onto the gas peddle causing the tires to spin and the back of the truck to slide further off the road.
Great. With a sigh, Amelia stopped her attempt to regain traction, and turned to meet her child’s wide brown-eyed gaze. His stocking cap covered a head full of whiskey-colored curls, and light freckles dusted his small nose and rosy cheeks. Jesse Thomas Hughes was her everything.
Somehow she had to get them out of this. After all, she’d lived in rural western Montana all her life. She came from sturdy, frontier stock. Her great-grandparents mined this land, finally turning to ranching. They never gave up, nor would she.
She gripped the wheel and went back to work. Yet, no matter what direction she turned the wheel, or how gently she worked the gas peddle, she couldn’t get the old truck to move forward. She finally stopped to save fuel. They might need heat if they had to spend the night here. No, she refused to think about that. They had hours of daylight left.
“Boy, Aunt Kelley is going to be mad.”
“No, Aunt Kelley won’t be mad.” Another lie just rolled off her tongue. “But maybe we shouldn’t tell her. She has a lot to worry about with taking Grandma Ruby to the hospital.”
Jesse nodded. “Okay. Maybe if we wish really hard someone will come by and save us.”
Amelia wasn’t so sure that was going to work, either. There wasn’t much reason for anyone to be on this road. Everyone else was at home heeding the storm warning. She’d only gone out to buy supplies before they’d gotten snowbound.
Normally the Hughes household was prepared for bad weather, but the December storm caught them off guard. With Gram’s illness, everyone had been distracted getting her into Helena and the hospital.
Jesse turned to her again. “Maybe we should call Aunt Kelley. She’ll know what to do.”
Amelia didn’t doubt it. Her older sister pretty much ran the cattle operation, while Amelia handled the household. It wasn’t that she didn’t love taking care of the family, but she’d also like her sister to listen to some of her ideas for the ranch. Kelley hadn’t even trusted her to handle things while she was in Helena, and made arrangements to hire a ranch hand to help out.
The last thing Amelia wanted was for her sister to know she’d already messed up things in her absence. But what was more important, she needed to get herself and her son out of this weather.
She pulled out her cell phone. “I’ve got a better idea. I’ll call the sheriff.”
Boone Gifford was a Texas boy, born and bred.
He had never been crazy about cold weather or snow. Now he was in the middle of a blizzard outside of Rebel Ridge, Montana. He’d only come here because he’d given his word. And Boone never went back on his word. So the sooner he got to the Rocking H, the sooner he could leave for a warmer climate.
He swiped his gloved hand over the windshield to clear away the condensation. It didn’t help. Visibility was nil. Even reducing his speed to a crawl hadn’t helped much. He wasn’t even sure where he was.
Absently he rubbed his sore shoulder, reminding him of his last job on the off-shore oil rig and the accident that nearly took his life. He’d survived, but he would never forget the men who’d died that day. Especially one.
He shook away the memory to concentrate on his task. Not an easy one, either. The wind gusted again, continuing to make it difficult to keep his vehicle on the road. His grip tightened around the steering wheel. If he had a brain, he’d never have attempted to get to the Hughes ranch today.
No, he needed to finish this, once and for all. He needed to see Amelia Hughes, then he could move on with a clear conscience.
Boone kept his gaze sharp as his new four-wheel-drive truck crept along the dangerous terrain. Lucky for him, his tires could handle mud and snow. Suddenly he saw flashing emergency lights up ahead. As he got closer, he realized it was a truck parked at a funny angle along the shoulder.
So he wasn’t the only crazy person out here. He stopped in the middle of the road, then, pulling the collar up on his coat, he climbed out. Fighting the sharp wind, he made his way to the embankment and the truck cab.
“Hey, is there anyone in there?” he called, and banged on the window.
He blinked the snow from his eyes as the window came down and a woman’s face appeared. “Oh, thank God you came by. My son and I went off the road and we’re stuck. If you could just help us to our ranch? It’s just up the road a few miles.”
“The Rocking H?” Boone asked.
“Yes.” The pretty woman smiled, lighting up her rich green eyes. “Oh, you must be the hand from the Sky High Ranch. I’m Amelia Hughes.”
So he’d found her. As Russ had described, she was a pretty brunette. Not wanting to stand here and give her an explanation, he gave her a quick nod. “Boone Gifford. Look, we need to get out of this, and my truck seems to be our best bet.” He pulled open the door and helped the woman out of the truck, then behind her he saw the small boy.
“My son, Jesse,” Amelia called, fighting the wind.
The boy slid across the seat. His eyes were wide along with his smile. A sudden tightness gripped Boone’s chest.
“Hey, kid.”
“Hi.” The boy cocked his head to the side and grinned. “Are you my Christmas wish?”
The normal ten-minute trip had taken nearly thirty by the time Boone pulled the truck up to the back door. Amelia finally released a breath. She climbed out of the truck and carrying two grocery bags, trudged her way to the porch. Boone Gifford swung Jesse up into his arms and followed her.
“We made it,” Amelia cried as she stepped into the big kitchen. She set down her groceries on the long table. She wanted to drop to the floor and kiss it. She didn’t want to think about what could have happened if they had been left out there.
“Yeah, we made it,” Jesse mimicked as he came into the room.
Boone put her son down, but Jesse wasn’t leaving his side. Amelia noticed the child’s budding hero worship.
She pulled off her hat and shook out her long hair. “How about some coffee, Mr. Gifford?”
“Please, call me Boone.” He took off his cowboy hat and unwrapped the scarf from his neck. “Yes, please, I wouldn’t mind a cup to warm up.”
“Can I have some hot chocolate, Mom?”
Amelia took her son’s coat and hung it on a hook beside the mud room door. “Yes, you can, but I want you to go change out of your jeans into some warm sweats.”
He tugged off his cap, revealing his curly dark hair. “Ah, Mom. I want to talk to Boone some more.”
That was the problem. She had to nix this before her son drove the ranch hand crazy. “You can when you get back, but right now there’s a storm coming and we need to take care of the livestock, too.”
