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Sometimes, the right decision isn’t the easiest one to make

Trish Sylvester knows her family and when they accept a week long stay at a rustic dude ranch, she is concerned- especially since it’s at her ex’s home.

Aaron is overjoyed at the opening of his family’s guest ranch, until he learns their first guest is his ex-girlfriend, her parents–and a fiancé.

And that isn’t the only surprise.

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Trish followed Aaron through a narrow canyon, the red rock walls close enough to touch, and marveled at the vista opening out before them. A faint game trail led down to a verdant valley filled with lush grass, wildflowers, and even a gentle stream. No wonder the Shaughnessys kept this place a family secret.

“It’s stunning,” she said in all sincerity. Though it paled in comparison to the proud cowboy sitting his horse a few steps ahead of her. The late afternoon sun glinted like gold in his hair.

He glanced back and smiled. A real smile. It stole her breath. “Growing up, this was our playground,” he said, waving an arm to encompass the valley. “Whenever we got on Mom’s nerves—which was often,” he grinned, “Dad would bring us out here to blow off steam. We even stayed in the cabin a few times.”

Now that he mentioned it, she could see the dark brown roof of a log shack nestled under a giant cottonwood, the leaves a bright yellow gold. “It’s quite breathtaking.” And so different from the concrete jungle she’d grown up in.

“Come on.” He clucked to his horse and the animal began to make its sure-footed way down the steep grade.

Trish’s horse followed suit, not giving her time to get scared. She grasped the pommel with both hands, glued her gaze to Aaron’s broad back, and prayed. It was like going downhill on a roller coaster, but without seatbelts and a good deal slower—thank goodness. Pebbles rolled beneath their hooves, sending little puffs of dust floating into the air like signal beacons. Aaron controlled his mount with the slightest of hand movements, glancing back now and again to make sure she hadn’t fallen off, she guessed. No chance of that; he was going to have to pry her fingers loose when they reached the bottom.

And then they reached the valley, and she was struck by the peaceful setting. Birds flitted here and there, Lark Sparrows and Golden-cheeked Warblers, while a Scissor-tailed Flycatcher perched on a fallen log watching them with inquisitive eyes. Bees buzzed, gathering the last of the year’s nectar, and a busy squirrel dashed across the trail, cheeks full of his fall harvest. Everywhere she looked, there was movement and yet she felt a deep calmness settle over her—as though this was a place out of time; a healing ground.

“Stupid really,” she murmured, “but I feel as though I’ve been here before. Maybe in my dreams?” She smiled to lighten the moment. “Was the cabin here when your family bought the land?”

Aaron dismounted at the foot of the stairs before answering. He folded his arms over the saddle to stare up at her from under the rim of his cowboy hat. “Nah. My great-granddad built it and brought his bride here until he could build her the hacienda.”

Trish looked at the ramshackle shack with new eyes. A gift for a bride.

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 Because the true power is love!

Jacquie Biggar

My heroes are tough, alpha males who know what they want. That is until they get gob-smacked by heroines who are strong, contemporary women willing to show them what they really need is love.

I’ve been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoy writing romance novels that end with happy-ever-afters.

Jacquie Biggar has a wonderful gift for writing hot and extremely likable military men!

Jacqui Nelson

From the time Jacquie was twelve years old, she knew she wanted to be a writer. That year she wrote a short story called Count Daffodil after spending countless hours searching for ideas. The story garnered Jacquie an A and was read aloud through the school’s loudspeaker system. Needless to say, after that she was hooked.

Jacquie grew up, married her best friend, raised a family and left her writing urges to simmer in the background unattended.

She owned and operated a successful diner in her hometown for a number of wonderful years before deciding to live her dream of becoming an author.

Jacquie’s first book, Tidal Falls, a romantic suspense novel about second chances, released September of 2014.

Connect with Jacquie here: Jbiggar@jacqbiggar.com

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56 Comments

  9. Kat Taylor
    Reply

    My home right now is full of amazing fall colors of yellow, cream brown oak, vibrant oranges,burntred and those are just the color of the leaves ,then there is the smell of anchent ever greens and burning fire’s from the chimnies all a wanderfull scent of fall I love it, last but not least Halloween decorations every where scare crows sitting on bales of hae pumpkins with evil grins cornstalks keeping them company. I sit outside with a warm glow in my bell and heart, this is home the Canadian great north and I love it with pride. KAT

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  17. joylennick
    Reply

    Hi Jacquie, I couldn’t thank you on Norah’s ‘Schooldays site’ – as it went completely haywire…In answer to your questions about Wales and Canada. My mother was Welsh and had lots of relatives in South Wales. Inland, it was very peaceful (though not on the coast…) and my aunt was a lovely soul. When the Suez Crisis was in full flow, we lived in Toronto and I worked for Canadian Reinsurance, down town. We travelled to Montreal and all over the various lakes and Niagara and had a whale of a time.It’s a beautiful country but we, nevertheless, suffered homesickness and returned to the UK. We have good friends in Vancouver and stayed with them years later (visited Expo) and also fell in love with Vancouver island…Good luck with all your. obviously successful writing. Long may you reign! Best wishes. Joy x

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  18. joylennick
    Reply

    Hi, If ever you reach Wales, one special place is LAUGHARNE. It’s quite beautiful: I’ll try and sort some photos out for you..The poet DylanThomas (“Under Milk Wood”) lived in a boat house near the estuary. Tenby beach is memorable too…Cheers! xx

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    1. Jacquie Biggar
      Reply

      Hi Edie,
      Have you read Maggie’s Revenge? I’m currently working on a sequel to that book with more of their story. After the traumatic events Maggie endured, I didn’t feel it would be right for her to easily trust again, so I’m easing into their relationship.
      Don’t give up on me 🙂

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