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Hailed as "rodeo's bad boy" for his talent at taming bulls and women, Dylan Creed likes life in the fast lane. But when the daughter he rarely sees is abandoned by her mother, Dylan heads home to Stillwater Springs ranch. Somehow the champion bull rider has to turn into a champion father—and fast.

Town librarian Kristy Madison is uncharacteristically speechless when Dylan Creed turns up for story time with a toddler in tow. The man who'd left a trail of broken hearts—including ...

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Hailed as "rodeo's bad boy" for his talent at taming bulls and women, Dylan Creed likes life in the fast lane. But when the daughter he rarely sees is abandoned by her mother, Dylan heads home to Stillwater Springs ranch. Somehow the champion bull rider has to turn into a champion father—and fast.

Town librarian Kristy Madison is uncharacteristically speechless when Dylan Creed turns up for story time with a toddler in tow. The man who'd left a trail of broken hearts—including her own—is back…and this time Kristy's determined to tame his wild ways once and for all.

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  • ISBN-13: 9780373773589
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 3/1/2009
  • Series: Montana Creeds Series
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 6.62 (w) x 4.16 (h) x 1.03 (d)

Meet the Author

The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is the author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels. Now living in Spokane, Washington, the “First Lady of the West” hit a career high when all three of her 2011 Creed Cowboy books debuted at #1 on the New York Times list. In 2007, the Romance Writers of America presented her their Lifetime Achievement Award. She personally funds her Linda Lael Miller Scholarships for Women. Visit her at LindaLaelMiller.com.

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Las Vegas, Nevada

He'd known all day that something was about to go down, something life-changing and entirely new. The knowledge had prickled in his gut and shivered in the fine hairs on the nape of his neck throughout the marathon poker games played in his favorite seedy, back-street gambling joint. He'd ignored the subtle mind-buzz as a minor distraction—it didn't have the usual elements of actual danger. But now, with a wad of folded bills— his winnings—shoved into the shaft of his left boot, Dylan Creed knew he'd better watch it, just the same.

Down in Glitter Gulch, there were crowds of people, security goons hired by the megacasinos to make sure their walking ATMs didn't get roughed up or rolled, or both, cops and cameras everywhere. Here, behind the Black Rose Cowboy Bar and Card Room, home of the hard-core poker players who scorned glitz, there was one failing streetlight, an overflowing Dumpster, a handful of rusty old cars and, at the periphery of his vision, a rat the size of a raccoon.

While he loved a good fight, being a Creed, born and bred, Dylan was nobody's fool. A tire iron to the back of the head and being relieved of the day's take—fifty-odd thousand dollars in cash—was not on his to-do list.

He walked toward his gleaming red extended-cab Ford pickup with his customary confidence, and probably looked like a hapless rube to anybody who might be lurking behind that Dumpster, or one of the other cars or just in the shadows.

Someone was definitely watching him; he could feel it now, a for-sure kind of thing—but it was more annoying than alarming. He'd learned early in his life, though, just by being Jake Creed's middle son, that the presence of another person, or persons, charged the atmosphere with a crackle of energy.

Just in case, he reached inside his ancient denim jacket, closed his fingers loosely around the handle of the snub-nosed .45 he carried on his frequent gambling junkets. Garth Brooks might have friends in low places like the Black Rose, but he didn't. Only sore losers, crooks and card sharps hung out in this neighborhood, and Dylan Creed fell into the latter category.

He was within six feet of the truck before he realized there was someone sitting in the passenger seat. He debated whether to draw the .45 or his cell phone in the split second it took to recognize Bonnie.

Bonnie. His two-year-old daughter stood on the seat, grinning at him through the glass.

Dylan sprinted to the driver's side, scrambled in and lost his hat when the little girl flung herself on him, her arms tight around his neck.

With his elbow, Dylan tapped the lock-button on his armrest.

"Daddy," Bonnie said. At least, in his mind the kid's name was Bonnie—Sharlene, her mother, had changed it several times, according to the latest whim.

"Hey, babe," Dylan said, loosening his grip a little because he was afraid of crushing the munchkin. "Where's your mom?"

Bonnie drew back to look at him with enormous blue eyes, thick-lashed. Her short blond hair curled in wisps around her ears, and she was wearing beat-up bib overalls, a striped T-shirt and flip-flops for shoes.

I'm only two, her expression seemed to say. How should I know where my mom is?

Dylan turned, keeping one arm around Bonnie, and buzzed down the window. "Sharlene!" he yelled into the dark parking lot.

There was no answer, of course, and he knew by the shift in the vibes he'd been picking up since he stepped through the back door of the Rose that his onetime girlfriend had bailed. Again.

Only this time, she'd left Bonnie behind.

He wanted to swear, even pound the steering wheel once with his fist, but you didn't do things like that with a kid around. Not if you'd grown up in an alcoholic cement mixer of a home, like he and his brothers, Logan and Tyler, had, jumping at every thump and bump. And there was more to it than that: besides the fact that he didn't want to scare Bonnie, he felt a strange undercurrent of exhilaration.

He seldom saw his daughter, thanks to Sharlene's gypsy ways—though she always managed to cash his child-support checks—and being separated from Bonnie, never knowing what was happening to her, ached inside him like a bruise to the soul.

Bonnie settled into his lap, laid her head against his chest, gave a shuddery little sigh. Maybe it was relief, maybe it was resignation.

She'd probably had one hell of a day, given how the night was shaping up.

Dylan propped his chin on top of her head for a moment, his eyes burning and his throat as hot as if he'd tried to swallow a red-ended branding iron. He leaned forward, turned the key in the ignition, shifted gears.

Logan. That was his next thought. He had to get to Logan. His brother was a lawyer, after all. And while Dylan had the money to pay any shyster in the country, and he and Logan were sort of on the outs, he knew there was no one else he could trust with something this important.

Bonnie was his child, as well as Sharlene's, and by God, she deserved a stable home, decent clothes—the getup she was wearing looked as if it had doubled as a dog bed for a year or two—and at least one responsible parent.

Not that he was all that responsible. He'd been a rodeo bum for years, and now he was a poker bum. He had all the money he'd ever need, thanks to a certain shrewd investment and a spooky tendency to draw a royal flush once in practically every game, and he'd done some high-paying stunt work for the movies, too.

Compared to Sharlene, for all his rambling, he was a contender for Parent of the Year.

He didn't find the note and the shabby duffel bag on the backseat until he got out to South Point, his favorite hotel. Holding a sleepy Bonnie in the curve of one arm while he stood waiting for a valet to take the truck, he read the note.

I'm having some problems, Sharlene had scrawled in her childlike handwriting, slanting so far to the left that it almost lay flat against the lines on the cheap notebook paper, and I can't take care of Aurora anymore. Aurora, now? Jesus, what next—Oprah? I thought giving her to you would be better than putting her in foster care. I went that route, and it sucked. Don't try to find me. I've got a boyfriend and we're hitting the road. Sharlene.

Dylan unclamped his back molars, shifted Bonnie's weight so he could take the ticket from the parking guy and then grab the duffel bag. He'd have his own gear sent over from Madeline's place, where he usually crashed when he was passing through Vegas. Madeline wouldn't like it, but he wasn't about to take his two-year-old daughter there.

South Point was a sprawling, brightly lit hotel. Dylan stayed there whenever he came to the National Finals Rodeo—if Madeline, a flight attendant, was on one of her overseas runs or seeing somebody else at the time— and the establishment was family-friendly.

He and Bonnie were family.

There you had it.

After he'd booked a room with two massive beds, he ordered room-service hamburgers, French fries and milk shakes. While they waited, Bonnie, only half-awake, lay curled on her side on the bed farthest from the door, her right thumb jammed into her mouth, her eyes following every move he made.

"You're gonna be okay, kiddo," he told her.

She looked so small, and so vulnerable, lying there in her ragbag clothes. "Daddy," she said, and yawned broadly before pulling on her thumb again, this time with vigor.

"That's right," Dylan answered, turning from the phone to the duffel bag. Inside were more clothes like the ones she was wearing, a kid-size toothbrush with the bristles worn flat and a naked plastic baby doll with Ubangi hair and blue ink marks on its face. "I'm your daddy. And it looks like we'll be doing some shoppin' in the morning, you and me."

There were no pajamas. No socks. No real shoes, for that matter. Just two more pairs of overalls, two more sad-looking T-shirts, the doll and the toothbrush.

Rage simmered midway down Dylan's gullet. Damn it, what was Sharlene doing with the money he sent to that post office box in Topeka every month? He knew by the way the substantial check always cleared his bank before the ink was dry that her grandmother picked it up for her, the day it came in, and overnighted it to wherever "Sharlie" happened to be.

He had his suspicions, naturally, regarding Sharlene's spending habits—cocaine, animal-print spandex, tattoos for the fathead boyfriend du jour, if not herself. Bonnie, most likely, had subsisted on fast food and frozen pizza.

Dylan's jaw tightened to the point of pain; he consciously relaxed it. None of this was Bonnie's doing. Unlike him, unlike Sharlene, she was innocent, forced to live with the consequences of other people's mistakes.

Not anymore, he vowed silently.

Much as he would have liked to put all the blame on Sharlene, he knew it wouldn't be fair. He'd known who—and what—she was when he'd slept with her, nearly three years ago, after a rodeo, in a town he couldn't even remember the name of now. They'd holed up in a cheap room and had sex for a week, then gone their separate ways. A few clueless months later, Sharlene had tracked him down and told him she was expecting his baby.

And he'd known it was true, long before he'd even laid eyes on Bonnie and seen her resemblance to him, the same way he'd known he wasn't alone in the parking lot behind the Black Rose.

Listless with fatigue and probably confusion, Bonnie merely nibbled when the room-service food came, and then fell asleep in her overalls. Was she still on formula or something? Should he send a bellman into town for baby bottles and milk?

He sighed, shoved a hand through his tangled hair.

In the morning, he'd take Bonnie to a pediatrician—after buying her some decent clothes so the doc wouldn't put a call through to Child Protective Services the minute they walked in—for a routine exam and to find out what the hell two-year-olds actually ate.

When he was sure Bonnie was sound asleep, the bedspread tucked around her, he called Madeline. She'd be expecting him, though to her credit, not at an even remotely reasonable hour, since theirs was a sleep-over-when-you're-passing-through kind of arrangement.

He needed his clothes, and his shaving gear, and his laptop.

"It's Dylan," he said, to Madeline's hello.

"You winnin', sugar?" She'd cultivated a Southern drawl, but every once in a while, the Minnesota came through, with its faintly Scandinavian lilt.

"I always do," Dylan murmured, looking at his sleeping child.

"Then we ought to celebrate," Madeline crooned. "Find us a sexy movie on pay-per-view and—"

"Look, Madeline, I can't make it over there tonight. Something—er—came up—"

"Where are you?" There was a snap in Madeline's tone now. She wasn't possessive—he'd have driven fifty miles out of his way to avoid her if she had been—but she had turned down other offers for the duration of his stay in Vegas, she'd made that abundantly clear, and she clearly wasn't happy about being stood up.

"I'm at South Point," he began.

"Damn you," Madeline said, downright peevish now, "you picked up some—some woman, didn't you?"

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean, ‘not exactly'?"

"I'm with my daughter, Madeline," Dylan said, patient only because he didn't want to disturb Bonnie. "She's two years old."

The croon was back. "Oh, bring her over here! I just love babies."

Dylan actually considered the offer, for a nanosecond. Then he remembered Madeline's penchant for impromptu sex, the smell of stale pot smoke that permeated her condo and the bowl of colorfully packaged condoms in the middle of her coffee table.

"Uh—no," he said. "She's pretty tired."

He sensed another huff building up beneath Madeline's drawl. "Then why did you bother to call at all?" she purred. In a moment, the claws would be out, poised to rip him to bloody shreds.

"I need my stuff," Dylan admitted, ducking his head a little, the way he had on the playground when he was a kid, in anticipation of a blow. "If you'd just put it all in a cab and send it this way, I'd be obliged."

"I wouldn't think of doing that," Madeline said. "I'll drop it all off on my way to the club." Her slight emphasis on the last two words was a clear message— if he was going to be a no-show, far be it from her to sit home alone watching pay-per-view.

"Madeline, you don't have to—"

"South Point? That's where you said you are, isn't it?"

"Yes, but—"

She hung up on him.

Dylan sat down on the edge of his bed, opposite Bonnie's, and propped his elbows on his thighs. Madeline would want to come straight up to the room, probably to see if he'd lied about the company he was keeping, and he didn't want her waking Bonnie. But unless he could talk Madeline into sending his things up with a bellman, which didn't seem likely, he'd have no other choice.

He'd have to leave Bonnie alone to go downstairs, and that wasn't an option.

Twenty minutes later, the phone rang, causing Bonnie to stir in the depths of some baby-dream, and he pounced on it, whispered, "Hello?"

"I'm downstairs," Madeline said. "What's your room number, sweetie?"

Dylan suppressed another sigh. God, he hated being called "sweetie." "Twelve-forty-two," he said.

Madeline, a leggy redhead, almost as tall as he was, at six feet, whisked her shapely self to his door with no measurable delay. Looking through the peephole, he saw that she was flanked by a bellman with a loaded cart. Her shiny mouth was tight, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

Reluctantly, Dylan admitted her.

She immediately scanned the room, her gaze landing on Bonnie, while the bellman waited politely to unload some of the stuff from the cart. Dylan handed him a tip and brought in the laptop, his shaving kit and his suitcase himself.

"She is precious!" Madeline enthused, looming over Bonnie's bed.

"Be quiet," Dylan said. "She's had a rough day." A rough life was more like it. As soon as he got rid of Madeline, he'd bite the bullet and call Logan. They'd made some progress lately, he and his older brother, but the ground could get rocky at any time, and asking big brother for help was going to be hard on his pride.

Madeline put a shh finger to her plump mouth and batted her false eyelashes. Put her in a big Vegas headdress, with feathers and spangles, a skimpy costume, high heels and fishnet stockings, and Bonnie, if she chanced to wake up and see a stranger standing over her, would have nightmares about showgirls until she died of old age.

He took Madeline by the elbow and gave her the bum's rush toward the door. "Good night, thank you, and what do I owe you for the favor?"

She patted his cheek. "We'll settle up next time you come through Vegas," she said. She paused. "The hotel could probably provide a babysitter, then we could—"

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  • Posted December 22, 2008

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    A Child's Challenge to Love!

    Dylan Creed became well-known as "rodeo's bad boy" and Logan's nasty brother in Book 1 of the Montana Creeds series, but readers will come to love this man who's shocked into some serious change, without losing any of his spunk. Unsure of where to wander next, Dylan is challenged by his two year-old daughter, Bonnie, who's been abandoned by her shiftless, money-grubbing mother. She's a cutie who can make your heart weep one minute and then roar with laughter the next.<BR/><BR/>Dylan's old flame, Kristy Madison, is just starting to settle down in Logan and Dylan's hometown. An attractive, busy lady, she works as the town librarian and cares for her two boys who are mischievous and constantly ragging on each other. It doesn't take long for Kristy to realize how much she really cares for Dylan but she's just not sure if she can trust him to be a steady presence around her boys.<BR/><BR/>Sounds tame enough so far, right? Wrong! Murder on the land of Kristy's childhood, a female intruder who likes to knock out walls and intrude into Kristy's home, a sniper aiming to kill - deliberately or accidentally, a lot of very hot-tempered people who are just angling to make trouble for Dylan and Kristy, this and so much more will keep you spinning those pages and never figure out just how destiny will rearrange it all. <BR/><BR/>The author's obvious love for horses and dogs again shines through in this novel, without repeating much of anything from the last - not an easy task at all.<BR/><BR/>Will Dylan stay put or hurt Kristy again? Should Kristy even go after him, hoping to hold him to ground for good? What guy and gal are in town to test just how strong Dylan are Kristy are with each other? Money's a problem for her but certainly not for him as Dylan turns out to be much smarter financially than anyone could imagine and the reader will be amazed at just how he arrived in that very comfortable state.<BR/><BR/>Aunt Cassie, Logan, Briana and the Sheriff are all back in this second book of the Montana Creeds series, spicing up the stories within stories, and extending the novel to as much of a mystery as it is a spicy, thrilling and lusty tale of another brother seeking a different life than what he'd previously known. Dylan's quite a guy you'll love and Linda Lael Miller is quite a storyteller! <BR/><BR/>Reviewed by Viviane Crystal on December 20, 2008

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 25, 2009

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    GREAT READ, MUST READ

    Miller once again comes through again with this book. Her characters have problems that everyone can relate too. Dylan is one of the sweetest men I have ever read. If i could find someone like him I would never let him go.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 14, 2009

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    A wonderful romantic suspense

    In Las Vegas, rodeo performer Dylan Creed is considering where to travel next when he runs into a shocker. His two year-old daughter Bonnie has been abandoned by her worthless mother Sharlene. Dylan is struggling with what to do with his precocious offspring as he is not single dad material.<BR/><BR/>As Dylan debates with himself as to what he should do, his former girlfriend Kristy Madison has become the Stillwater Springs, Montana librarian. When she sees Dylan she realizes she still loves the rolling stone, she hides her heart from him as she distrusts him staying around for her or even his daughter. However, Dylan envies his brother Logan finding love with Briana (see Montana Creeds: Logan). He soon worries about the safety of his beloved after a murder occurs and a sniper takes shots at people while someone breaks into Kristy's home; motives and links unknown.<BR/><BR/>The second Montana Creed tale is a wonderful romantic suspense that in spite of the same place, background and almost time, is a refreshing unique story different from Logan¿s return to grace. The suspense serves as a matchmaker of sorts as Dylan cannot help but be the hero. Fans will enjoy the romance between Rodeo¿s ¿bad guy¿ and the librarian as Linda Lael Miller¿s middle son finds love.<BR/><BR/>Harriet Klausner

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2012

    Great father, handsome cowboy, passionate lover...

    Dylan Creed has never been a man to run away from a challenge, whether it's poker, bull riding, or movie stunt work. It shouldn't have been a surprise that when his two-year-old daughter is dumped back into his life by his crazy ex, that he would take up responsibility of the little girl so quickly. But it did surprise me. Yes, I know that this is a romance novel, and that everything in these books is generally idealistic. But who doesn't fall in love with a character who is willing to bathe, change, and feed a two-year-old in one hour and turn around and love the woman of his heart the next?

    I love this book. I love this series. The Creed men might be fiery, proud, and sometimes too stubborn for their own goods. But that's the same reason I love Miller's characters.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2014

    Nook disservice in letting kids use reviews a social media


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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2014

    Silver

    "Yeah purrins supposed to train me,im want to be a better assasin than my sister sarah",she sighs

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2014

    Perrin

    Im back.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2014

    Ariel

    Well you two have fun then *i run over to a high tree climb up to the top branch and start throwing kmives at other trees nearbyi

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 26, 2013

    Loved her books this was the first book I read and then went back and got the rest.

    Really enjoy the characters and getting to know the family. You don't have to have a silver spoon in your mouth to end up to be a success or a good person it is better if you learn the hard way. Really enjoy reading about all of these brothers.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2013

    I enjoy the Montana Creed Series, all of them.

    Keeping a list and trying to get to them all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2012

    Dylan

    Hey hun

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  • Posted April 10, 2012

    recommended

    Cowboys and what they stand for is always a good read

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  • Posted September 29, 2011

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    One word says it!

    Awesome!

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  • Posted September 19, 2010

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    Nice Series

    Enjoyable read.

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  • Posted January 11, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    Oh Dylan, Dylan, Dylan

    This was my favorite of the Creed Brothers series, but just by a little. The trilogy was great!! I loved Logan, Dylan and Tyler.

    Logan - The oldest, responsible and most forgiving brother.
    Dylan - The 'maybe i should grow up now' and playful brother.
    And Tyler - The 'hey baby, how you doin' and angriest brother.
    (all books are steamy, but Tyler is the friskiest of the bunch)

    3 brothers who had gone their seperate ways after losing their 'rat' of a father, all handling it different and ending up in jail for it after the funeral. Years later, and one by one, they start coming home...

    This series shows that no matter what happens in life, brothers will be brothers...and family will be family. Sometimes it just takes a little longer to lean on the latter...

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  • Posted January 6, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    miller does it again

    miller somehow manages to create the same feelings toward a different brother in this series with different plots, twists, but the characters of the same ciblings.

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  • Posted August 31, 2009

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    Send those "Creed Men" to NY..!

    I love Millers writing style. Charcters are wonderful..you'll love the trilogy.

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  • Posted June 22, 2009

    I loved this book

    I read the entire series and loved all three. I have read many of her books and have never been disapointed. When you start one of her books it is very hard to put it down.

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  • Posted May 18, 2009

    Dylan's Story

    I liked the second book and I liked the fact that these came out within a couple of months of each other. I really don't like it when they drag out the story for a year with the triologies.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2009

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    Fun

    This book along with the other books in Montana Creed Trilogy are fun and suspense full.

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