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Her Cowboy Soldier. Cindi Myers
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isbn 9781472039071
Автор произведения Cindi Myers
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon Heartwarming
Издательство HarperCollins
Can she open her heart?
The Hartland Herald isn’t exactly the big leagues. But for army widow Amy Marshall it’s the first step to a career that will allow her to support her young daughter and start a new life in the city. Unfortunately, writing a story that will get her noticed requires stepping on a few toes. Josh Scofield’s toes, to be exact.
Sure, her article was less than flattering. She probably shouldn’t have suggested the injured veteran got his teaching position unfairly, but a real reporter can’t pull punches. And she hadn’t pegged the former military man as someone who cared what other people thought.
As she digs deeper, though, Amy realizes there’s more to Josh than just a good story. But it will be hard to win his trust, and is there any point when she doesn’t plan on sticking around?
She clenched her hands into fists and glared at Josh.
“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings with my little article,” Amy said, “but you know what? I’m tired of you using that against me.”
She turned to walk away, but he pulled her up short, one hand on her arm. “Did you drive your husband this crazy?” he asked.
He was staring at her lips, as if measuring their fit against his own. “Y-yes,” she stuttered. “He used to say our fights kept the marriage interesting.”
“I’ll bet.” He pulled her closer, one arm encircling her waist until she was snugged against him.
“Josh?” she whispered.
“What is it?”
“I don’t think this is a good idea.”
He released her so quickly, she stumbled backward. “Go on back to the others,” he said. “I can’t think straight when you’re around.”
Clearly, neither could she. She’d been ready to kiss a man she wasn’t even sure she liked.
Dear Reader,
I love small towns. I grew up in one, and I live in one now. Close communities—whether small towns or a neighborhood in a big city—become like extended families. They can be a great source of support, or of annoyance, since it’s hard to be anonymous when everyone knows you and your business.
Hartland, Colorado, isn’t a real place, but it’s patterned after small towns I’ve known, and I think it’s the perfect location for a romantic relationship that’s aided and abetted by the extended family of friends and neighbors. My heroine, Amy, has never really known a true home, and she isn’t sure what to think about the interest the people of Hartland take in her. Josh, my hero, grew up in Hartland, but he’s not that comfortable with close scrutiny, either. These two have a lot to learn about themselves and each other, and I hope you’ll enjoy their journey.
I love to hear from my readers. You can contact me online via my website, www.CindiMyers.com, or write to me in care of Harlequin Books, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279.
Cindi Myers
Her Cowboy Soldier
Cindi Myers
CINDI MYERS
Cindi Myers is the author of more than fifty novels. When she’s not crafting new romance plots, she enjoys skiing, gardening, cooking, crafting and daydreaming. A lover of small-town life, she lives with her husband and two spoiled dogs in the Colorado mountains.
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Contents
CHAPTER ONE
AMY MARSHALL SLID a basket of tomatoes into the gap in her display and stepped back to admire the rows of gleaming produce. A banner behind the farm stand proclaimed ANDERSON ORCHARDS—FRESHEST FRUITS AND VEGETABLES. She’d toured the spice markets in Egypt and bazaars in Afghanistan, but she’d never seen a prettier sight than her own family’s produce set out for sale.
“Don’t just stand there daydreaming,” a voice behind her admonished. “See if you can find room for more squash.”
“Aye, aye, Grandma.” Amy straightened and snapped a mock salute at the trim, gray-haired woman in jeans and a sleeveless checked blouse who leaned on a metal walker. Amy’s grandmother, Bobbie Anderson, might be temporarily slowed down by hip surgery, but she still knew how to issue a command. “I’ll squash in more squash.”
“Squash the squash!” Giggling, Amy’s five-year-old daughter, Chloe, twin brown ponytails like antennae high on her head, stood on tiptoe to look over the piles of the yellow vegetable that had arrived by the bushel load from the greenhouses this morning.
“We won’t be squashing anything,” Bobbie said with mock severity. She surveyed the rows of vegetables critically. “On second thought, Amy, forget the squash for now and help with the customers.