Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Date of pubication: March 2017
One cowboy. One cowgirl. One ranch.
Who will win the Double Deuce by the Fourth of July?
Adele O’Donnell knew that Double Deuce Ranch had to be hers the second she walked onto the property. Freshly divorced, she sees it as the perfect spot for her and the kids to start a new life. Remington Luckadeau was always a carefree playboy…until his suddenly orphaned nephews became his responsibility. The Double Deuce Ranch would be the perfect place to raise two boys. But some fiery woman is fighting him for it, and Remington is not sharing—no matter how the sparks fly when he and Adele are together.
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The Double Deuce Ranch was absolutely perfect in every aspect. The
two-storied, four-bedroom house couldn’t have been better laid out for Adele
and her two daughters, Jett and Bella. The acreage was big enough to make a
living but small enough she could manage it on her own, for the most part. And
it was close to her family—the O’Donnells over around Ringgold , Texas
The gleam in the old cowboy’s blue eyes and the way he rubbed his
chin were Adele’s first clues that he definitely had something up the sleeve of
his faded, old work shirt. He glanced first at her and then over at Remington
Luckadeau.
She bit back a groan. The good old boys’ club was about to rear its
head. They’d argue that ranching took brawn and muscle and that a woman
couldn’t run the Double Deuce all alone, that women were respected in the
ranching business these days, but when it came right down to it, he would feel
better selling to a man.
No, sir!
She didn’t hold out any hope that the old toot would sell the ranch
to her.
“Well, now.” Walter Jones gave his freshly shaven chin one more rub.
“I expect we’ve got us one of them dilemma things, don’t we?”
That sly smile on Remington’s face said he already knew she would be
going home empty-handed. With that mop of blond hair that kissed his shirt
collar, those steel-blue eyes, and his chiseled face and wide shoulders—Lord
have mercy—any woman would roll over and play dead to give him what he wanted.
But not Adele.
She wanted the Double Deuce, and she’d do whatever it took to get it
so she could have a place to raise her daughters. Remington Luckadeau could
spit on his knuckles and get ready for a fierce battle.
The Double Deuce Ranch was absolutely perfect in every aspect. The
two-storied, four-bedroom house couldn’t have been better laid out for Adele
and her two daughters, Jett and Bella. The acreage was big enough to make a
living but small enough she could manage it on her own, for the most part. And
it was close to her family—the O’Donnells over around
“You both want the ranch, but I can only sell to one of you. I
talked to my lady friend, Vivien, about it. I talked to God about it before I
went to sleep, and I talked to my old cow dog, Boss, about it this mornin’
before y’all got here.”
“And?” Adele asked.
“And not a one of them was a bit of help, so I don’t know which one
of you to sell this place to any more than I did yesterday, after you’d both
come and looked over the place and left me to think about it.”
Adele had known there was another person interested in the ranch.
Walter had been up-front about that, saying he’d talked with Remington
Luckadeau that morning and he was ready to meet Walter’s asking price.
“We can’t both buy it, so I guess you’ll have to make a decision,”
Adele said.
Remington nodded.
About the author:
NY Times and USA Today Bestselling author and RITA Finalist, Carolyn Brown, has published more than seventy books. These days she is concentrating on her two loves: women’s fiction and contemporary cowboy romance. She and her husband, a retired English teacher, make their home in southern Oklahoma.
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