BRENDA MINTON lives in the Ozarks with her husband, children, cats, dogs and strays. She is a pastor’s wife, Sunday-school teacher, coffee addict and is sleep deprived. Not in that order. Her dream to be an author for Harlequin started somewhere in the pages of a romance novel about a young American woman stranded in a Spanish castle. Her dreams came true, and twenty-plus books later, she is an author hoping to inspire young girls to dream.
JILL KEMERER writes novels with love, humor and faith. Besides spoiling her mini dachshund and keeping up with her busy kids, Jill reads stacks of books, lives for her morning coffee and gushes over fluffy animals. She resides in Ohio with her husband and two children. Jill loves connecting with readers, so please visit her website, jillkemerer.com, or contact her at PO Box 2802, Whitehouse, OH 43571.
Western Christmas Wishes
His Christmas Family
Brenda Minton
A Merry Wyoming Christmas
Jill Kemerer
ISBN: 978-1-474-09921-9
WESTERN CHRISTMAS WISHES
His Christmas Family © 2019 Brenda Minton A Merry Wyoming Christmas © 2019 Ripple Effect Press, LLC
Published in Great Britain 2019
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“We can have lunch at the café in Hope.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
Cameron glanced Laurel’s way before pulling from his parking space. “I don’t mind.”
“I think you do.”
He sighed. “I think you like to argue.”
At that she laughed. “I guess maybe I do.”
“When I moved into the cottage at Gladys’s, I knew she’d push me from my comfort zone.”
“Yes, she is a force to be reckoned with.”
“But so are you.”
Surprise flickered through her hazel eyes. “Me? I’m not a force. I’m the least forciest of people.”
He laughed at that. “Oh, you’re a force alright. Kittens, Christmas trees, trips to the nursing home.”
“I’m not making you do those things,” she reminded him.
How well he knew that. The problem was that she didn’t have to force him out of his den—he came willingly for her. He used his music to soothe his horses or to gentle an unexpectedly shy or difficult animal. She was the music.
And that was probably the most dangerous thought he’d had in a long time.
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