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384 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 25, 2011




She loved her family, but she was tired of being chased for who she was related to instead of who she was inside.
she wanted to learn ranch work and her father refused to let her so much as lift a rope on his ranch.
He had thick black hair, parted on one side and a little shaggy around the ears. He had big ears and a big nose, deep-set brown eyes under a jutting brow, thick eyebrows and a mouth so sensuous that Morie hadn’t been able to take her eyes off it at first.
He studied her curiously. She was small and nicely rounded, with black hair that was obviously long and pulled into a bun atop her head. She wasn’t beautiful, but she was pleasant to look at, with those big brown eyes and that pretty mouth and perfect skin. She didn’t seem the sort to do physical labor on a ranch.
She was pretty. Not only pretty, she had a sense of humor. She was unlike his current girlfriend, a suave eastern sophisticate named Gelly Bruner, whose family had moved to Wyoming a few years previously and bought a small ranch near the Kirks.
Her mother was one in a million, beautiful and talented, but equally able to whip up exotic meals or hostess a dinner party for royalty. Morie admired her tremendously.
THE GIRLFRIEND==>“I can’t see you wearing anything…feminine, myself,” Gelly returned. Her smile had an ugly edge to it. “You aren’t really a girlie girl, are you?”
THE GIRLFRIEND==>Gelly’s muttered, “Very egalitarian of you to offer cappuccino to the hired help,” she said in a tone that stung. “I bet she doesn’t even know what it is.”
“You believe reviewers know what they’re talking about?” he queried with a twinkle in his eyes. “They don’t buy books or movie tickets, you know. They’re just average people with average opinions. One opinion doesn’t make or break a sale in the entertainment business.”
THE GIRLFRIEND==>Gelly frowned. “He’s not your boyfriend, either, and you’d better not make eyes at him,” she added coldly. “You won’t last long here if you do.”
“You won’t be the first person I’ve helped off this ranch. It isn’t wise to make an enemy of me.”
THE DUMBASS==>“She’s a socialite. You’re a hired hand on my ranch. That’s what makes the difference.”
“Nobody throws a punch at me and gets away with it. I don’t care who she is! If she’d landed that blow, I’d have had her prosecuted and I’d call every damned newspaper and television station in Wyoming to make sure everybody knew what she did!”
THE CHEATER==>He was out of his mind with the pleasure. He hadn’t felt it in years, certainly not with Gelly, who was something of a cold fish, despite her flirting.
“Gelly’s poisoned you against Morie.”
“She doesn’t think that. She wants you. And she’ll find a way to get rid of Morie, you mark my words. She’s not going to let her stay here.”
“I’m not afraid of her.” “You should be,” he replied. “Because Mallory believes the things she tells him. I don’t know why.
“He was a beast. He had a girlfriend who was pretending to be something she’s not. She had someone plant a jeweled egg in my rucksack and went to the boss and told him I stole it from him. So he fired me. I came home. End of story.” “He accused you of theft?” she exclaimed.
“He won’t change his mind, Morena,” he said gently, using her real name. “Men like that are never wrong, in their own opinion. You’re clinging to dreams. It’s better, always better, to deal in reality.”
“The lowlife son of Satan is going to find himself on the wrong side of a defamation-of-character lawsuit just as soon as I find out who framed you! And his isn’t the only head that’s going to roll when I do!”
He’d been taken in by Gelly, lock, stock and barrel. Morie hated him. Her father hated him. He’d never live this down.
“Not with your girlfriend planting evidence right and left,” Morie replied curtly. “Not my girlfriend,” Mallory said quietly. “Not anymore.”
“You wouldn’t like to hear my side of it?” “Sure,” she replied. “Just like you wanted to hear my side of it.”
THE CHEATER==>“I was never intimate with her in the first place.” “Good...
Mallory didn’t mention that there had been a close call once, just once, after Morie left and he was depressed enough to need comforting. But he hadn’t crossed the line with Gelly.
“You’re the most gorgeous man alive to me.” His eyebrows arched. “Me?” “You. It isn’t the way you look that makes you gorgeous. It’s the man you are.”