USA Today,
and New York Times bestselling author of 47 romances and women's fiction
titles, Jane Porter has been a finalist for the prestigious RITA award five
times, with her Tule Publishing novella, Take Me, Cowboy, winning the Novella
Category July 2014. Jane today has over 12 million copies in print, including
her wildly popular Flirting with Forty, a novel picked by Redbook Magazine as
it's Red Hot Summer Read in 2006 before being turned into a Lifetime movie in
2008 starring Heather Locklear.
Jane holds an
MA in Writing from the University of San Francisco and makes her home in sunny
San Clemente, CA with her surfer husband three sons, and two dogs. You can
learn more about Jane at janeporter.com.
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bestselling author Katherine Garbera is a two-time Maggie winner who has
written more than 65 books. Writing is the chief focus of her time after her
family and the only thing she likes more than working on her own books is
reading other authors. She is a frequent
speaker at conferences and loves the opportunity to talk about writing with
anyone who'll listen. A Florida native who grew up to travel the globe,
Katherine now makes her home in the Midlands of the UK with her husband, two
children and a very spoiled miniature dachshund.
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Melissa
McClone has published over thirty romance novels with Harlequin and Tule
Publishing Group. She’s also been nominated for Romance Writers of America’s
RITA® award. When she isn’t writing, you can usually find her driving her
minivan to/from her children’s swim practices and other activities. She also
sends care packages to deployed service members and fosters cats through a
local no-kill animal shelter. Melissa lives in the Pacific Northwest with her
husband, three school-aged children, two spoiled Norwegian Elkhounds and cats
who think they rule the house. They do!
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A Cowboy For Christmas by Katherine Garbera
Annie Prudhomme never
expected to be back in Marietta, MT and her family is fond of reminding her
that she left them and the town behind in search of better things. A
humiliating divorce that cost her everything she’d gained has driven her back
home and her family isn’t about to welcome her back into the fold. She’s in
town to rebuild the old home that she inherited and to move on once again.
Christmas At Copper Mountain by Jane Porter
Annoyed at first by
Harley’s interference, Brock is secretly pleased she’s changed Mack and Molly’s
world. It doesn’t hurt that he finds Harley incredibly attractive, fierce,
smart and passionate. It’s also an added bonus that she’s not afraid to
challenge him and get his blood heated! But when sparks fly and the attractions
sizzles between them, Harley’s not so sure she can handle something permanent
with this dark, taciturn cowboy who doesn’t know how to let her in. But Brock
is determined to hold on to her and praying for a Christmas miracle…
Home For Christmas by Melissa McClone
Ginger, nutmeg and
cinnamon.
Rachel Murphy loves
the scent of gingerbread baking almost as much as she enjoys creating custom
edible houses at Christmastime. But she needs a bigger kitchen if she wants to
make the most of her impromptu holiday business.
Enter Nate Vaughn,
handsome venture capitalist turned Montana dude ranch owner and her brother’s
boss. Nate’s commercial kitchen is perfect for the baker. And he thinks she
might be perfect for him…as a business partner.
After being burned by
a celebrity baker, Rachel’s wary of Nate’s interest in her gingerbread houses,
not to mention his mistletoe kisses. She should leave the Bar V5 ranch and
return to Arizona. Or can Nate convince her she’s already home?
Mistletoe Magic by Melissa McClone
Spending a quiet
Christmas housesitting and reading novels about hot cowboys sounds perfect to
Caitlin. Until a stray kitten brings her face-to-face with Noah, her crush from
college. Watching the handsome vet in action melts Caitlin's heart and brings
back long-forgotten emotion. She would be safer back at the house lost in the
pages of a book. But a toe-curling mistletoe kiss tempts her to stay. Maybe she
won't be spending this Christmas… alone.
Veterinarian Noah
Sullivan isn't a Scrooge, but the Christmas Eve tradition of hanging mistletoe
in the clinic's waiting room annoys him. Kissing doesn't belong at the Copper
Mountain Animal Hospital. Noah rethinks his position when Caitlin Butler
arrives with a stray kitten she found freezing in the snow. All he wants now is
to maneuver the pretty preschool teacher under the mistletoe. If he's not
careful, he'll wind up on Santa's naughty list.
Excerpt for Christmas at Copper
Mountain:
“You okay,
Miss Diekerhoff?”
Turning
quickly, potato skins still dripping, Harley blinked back tears as she spotted
Brock Sheenan standing by the fireplace, warming his hands.
Brock was a
big man. He was tall–six one or two—with
broad shoulders, a wide muscular chest, and shaggy black hair.
Harley’s late
husband, David, was Portuguese and darkly handsome, but David was always
groomed and polished while the Montana rancher seemed disinclined to comb his
hair, or bother with a morning shave.
The truth
was, Brock Sheenan looked like a pirate, and never more so than now, with tiny
snow flakes clinging to his wild hair and shadowed jaw.
“I’m fine,”
she said breathlessly, embarrassed. “I
didn’t hear you come in.”
“The faucet was on.” He rubbed his hands
together, the skin red and raw. “You’re
not….crying…are you?”
She heard the
uncomfortable note in his voice and cringed a little. “No,” she said quickly, straightening and
squaring her shoulders as she dumped the potato peels into the garbage. “Everything’s wonderful.”
“So you’re
not crying?”
Her gaze
swept his big frame, seeing the powdered snow still clinging to the hem of his
wrangler jeans peeking beneath his leather chaps and white glitter dusting his
black brows. His supple leather chaps
weren’t for show. It was frigid outside
and he’d spent the week in the saddle driving the last herds of cattle from the
back country to the valley down below so the cows could take shelter beneath
trees. “Can I get you something?”
“You don’t
happen to have any coffee left from this morning that you could heat up?”
“I can make a
fresh pot,” she said, grabbing the glass carafe to fill it with water. “Want regular or decaf?”
He glanced at
the clock mounted on the wall above the door and then out the window where the
snow flurries were thickening, making it almost impossible to see the tall pine
trees marking one corner of the yard. “Leaded,” he said. “Make it strong, too. It’s going to be a late night for me.”
She added the
coffee grounds, and then hit the brew button.
“You’re heading back out?”
“I’m going to
ride back up as soon as I get something warm in me. Thought I’d take some of the breakfast coffee
cake with me. If there was anything
left.”
“There
is.” She’d already wrapped the remaining
slices in foil. He wasn’t one to linger
over meals, and he didn’t like asking for snacks between meals, either. If he wanted something now, it meant he
wouldn’t be back anytime soon. But it
was already after four. It’d be dark within
the hour. “It’s snowing hard.”
“I won’t be
able to sleep tonight if I don’t do a last check. The boys said we’ve got them
all but I keep thinking we’re missing one or two of the young ones. Have to be sure before I call it a night.”
Harley
reached into a cupboard for one of the thermoses she sent with Brick on his
early mornings. “What time will you want
dinner?”
“Don’t know
when I’ll be back. Could be fairly late,
so just leave a plate in the oven for me.
No need for you to stay up.” He
bundled his big arms across his even bigger chest, a lock of thick black hair
falling down over his forehead to shadow an equally dark eye.
There was
nothing friendly or approachable about Brock when he stood like that. His wild black hair, square jaw, and dark
piercing gaze that gave him a slightly threatening air, but Harley knew better. Men, even the most dangerous men, were still
mortal. They had goals, dreams,
needs. They tried, they failed. They made mistakes. Fatal mistakes.
“Any of the boys going with you?” she asked,
trying to sound casual as she wrapped a generous wedge of cheddar cheese in
foil, and a hunk of the summer sausage he liked, so he’d have something more
substantial than coffee cake for his ride.
He shook his
head, then dragged a large calloused hand through the glossy black strands in a
half-hearted attempt to comb the tangled strands smooth. “No.”
She gave him a swift, troubled look.
He
shrugged. “No point in putting the
others in harm’s way.”
Her frown
deepened. “What if you get into trouble?”
“I won’t.”
“It’s dangerous out there,” she said
quietly. “You shouldn’t go alone.”
