Holiday in Stone Creek: A Stone Creek Christmas\At Home in Stone Creek

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A Stone Creek Christmas

Stone Creek veterinarian Olivia O'Ballivan communicates easily with animals, but men are another story. Especially rugged architect-turned-rancher Tanner Quinn. Olivia's uncanny bond with his daughter Sophie's pony has him questioning her sanity, while she wonders if he's not just a drugstore cowboy. Then twelve-year-old Sophie conspires with Olivia to get Tanner into the spirit of Christmas. But will a holiday miracle ...

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Overview

A Stone Creek Christmas

Stone Creek veterinarian Olivia O'Ballivan communicates easily with animals, but men are another story. Especially rugged architect-turned-rancher Tanner Quinn. Olivia's uncanny bond with his daughter Sophie's pony has him questioning her sanity, while she wonders if he's not just a drugstore cowboy. Then twelve-year-old Sophie conspires with Olivia to get Tanner into the spirit of Christmas. But will a holiday miracle transform the globe-trotting Tanner into a rancher—and family man—for all seasons?

At Home In Stone Creek

Everyone in Ashley O'Ballivan's life is marrying and starting families—except her. But why bother dating when no one can compare to Jack McCall, the man who left her heartbroken years ago? Now he's back in town —and maybe he isn't who she thinks he is.

While recovering from a dangerous mission for the DEA, security expert Jack rents a room in Ashley's bed-and-breakfast. For both their sakes, he tries to keep his distance, though neither can deny the growing spark between them. But when his past catches up with him, he'll have to leave again…just as he realizes where he's always belonged—in Stone Creek.

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"Linda Lael Miller creates vibrant characters and stories I defy you to forget."

-New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber

"Sweet, homespun, and touched with angelic Christmas magic, this holiday romance reprises charcters from Miller's popular McKettrick series and is a perfect stocking stuffer for her fans."

-Library Journal on A McKettrick Christmas

"Miller tugs at the heartstrings as few authors can . . ." – Publishers Weekly

"[Miller] is one of the finest American writers in the genre."

-RT Book Reviews

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373776061
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 10/25/2011
  • Series: Stone Creek Series
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 218,397
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 1.30 (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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Sometimes, especially in the dark of night, when pure exhaustion sank Olivia O'Ballivan, DVM, into deep and stuporous sleep, she heard them calling—the finned, the feathered, the four-legged.

Horses, wild or tame, dogs beloved and dogs lost, far from home, cats abandoned alongside country roads because they'd become a problem for someone, or left behind when an elderly owner died.

The neglected, the abused, the unwanted, the lonely.

Invariably, the message was the same: Help me.

Even when Olivia tried to ignore the pleas, telling herself she was only dreaming, she invariably sprang to full wakefulness as though she'd been catapulted from the bottom of a canyon. It didn't matter how many eigh-teen-hour days she'd worked, between making stops at farms and ranches all over the county, putting in her time at the veterinary clinic in Stone Creek, overseeing the plans for the new, state-of-the-art shelter her famous big brother, Brad, a country musician, was building with the proceeds from a movie he'd starred in.

Tonight it was a reindeer.

Olivia sat blinking in her tousled bed, trying to catch her breath. Shoved both hands through her short dark hair. Her current foster dog, Ginger, woke up, too, stretching, yawning.

A reindeer?

"O'Ballivan," she told herself, flinging off the covers to sit up on the edge of the mattress, "you've really gone around the bend this time."

But the silent cry persisted, plaintive and confused.

Olivia only sometimes heard actual words when the animals spoke, though Ginger was articulate—generally, it was more of an unformed concept made up of strong emotion and often images, somehow coalescing into an intuitive imperative. But she could see the reindeer clearly in her mind's eye, standing on a frozen roadway, bewildered.

She recognized the adjoining driveway as her own. A long way down, next to the tilted mailbox on the main road. The poor creature wasn't hurt—just lost. Hungry and thirsty, too—and terribly afraid. Easy prey for hungry wolves and coyotes.

"There are no reindeer in Arizona," Olivia told Ginger, who looked skeptical as she hauled her arthritic yellow Lab/golden retriever self up off her comfy bed in the corner of Olivia's cluttered bedroom. "Absolutely, positively, no doubt about it, there are no reindeer in Arizona."

"Whatever," Ginger replied with another yawn, already heading for the door as Olivia pulled sweatpants on over her boxer pajama bottoms. She tugged a hoodie, left over from one of her brother's preretirement concert tours, over her head and jammed her feet into the totally unglamorous work boots she wore to wade through pastures and barns.

Olivia lived in a small rental house in the country, though once the shelter was finished, she'd be moving into a spacious apartment upstairs, living in town. She drove an old gray Suburban that had belonged to her late grandfather, called Big John by everyone who knew him, and did not aspire to anything fancier. She had not exactly been feathering her nest since she'd graduated from veterinary school.

Her twin sisters, Ashley and Melissa, were constantly after her to 'get her act together,' find herself a man, have a family. Both of them were single, with no glimmer of honeymoon cottages and white picket fences on the horizon, so in Olivia's opinion, they didn't have a lot of room to talk. It was just that she was a few years older than they were, that was all.

Anyway, it wasn't as if she didn't want those things—she did—but between her practice and the "Dr. Dolit-tle routine," as Brad referred to her admittedly weird animal-communication skills, there simply weren't enough hours in the day to do it all.

Since the rental house was old, the garage was detached. Olivia and Ginger made their way through a deep, powdery field of snow. The Suburban was no spiffy rig—most of the time it was splattered with muddy slush and worse—but it always ran, in any kind of weather. And it would go practically anywhere.

"Try getting to a stranded reindeer in that sporty little red number Melissa drives," Olivia told Ginger as she shoved up the garage door. "Or that silly hybrid of Ashley's."

"I wouldn't mind taking a spin in the sports car," Ginger replied, plodding gamely up the special wooden steps Olivia dragged over to the passenger side of the Suburban. Ginger was getting older, after all, and her joints gave her problems, especially since her "accident." Certain concessions had to be made.

"Fat chance," Olivia said, pushing back the steps once Ginger was settled in the shotgun seat, then closing the car door. Moments later she was sliding in on the driver's side, shoving the key into the ignition, cranking up the geriatric engine. "You know how Melissa is about dog hair. You might tear a hole in her fancy leather upholstery with one of those Fu-Manchu toenails of yours."

"She likes dogs," Ginger insisted with a magnanimous lift of her head. "It's just that she thinks she's allergic." Ginger always believed the best of everyone in particular and humanity in general, even though she'd been ditched alongside a highway, with two of her legs fractured, after her first owner's vengeful boyfriend had tossed her out of a moving car. Olivia had come along a few minutes later, homing in on the mystical distress call bouncing between her head and her heart, and rushed Ginger to the clinic, where she'd had multiple surgeries and a long, difficult recovery.

Olivia flipped on the windshield wipers, but she still squinted to see through the huge, swirling flakes. "My sister," she said, "is a hypochondriac."

"It's just that Melissa hasn't met the right dog yet," Ginger maintained. "Or the right man."

"Don't start about men," Olivia retorted, peering out, looking for the reindeer.

"He's out there, you know," Ginger remarked, panting as she gazed out at the snowy night.

"The reindeer or the man?"

"Both," Ginger said with a dog smile.

"What am I going to do with a reindeer?"

"You 'll think of something," Ginger replied. "It's almost Christmas. Maybe there's an APB from the North

Pole. I'd check Santa's website if I had opposable thumbs."

"Funny," Olivia said, not the least bit amused. "If you had opposable thumbs, you'd order things off infomer-cials just because you like the UPS man so much. We'd be inundated with get-rich-quick real estate courses, herbal weight loss programs and stuff to whiten our teeth." The ever-present ache between her shoulder blades knotted itself up tighter as she scanned the darkness on either side of the narrow driveway. Christmas. One more thing she didn't have the time for, let alone the requisite enthusiasm, but Brad and his new wife, Meg, would put up a big tree right after Thanksgiving, hunt her down and shanghai her if she didn't show up for the family festival at Stone Creek Ranch, especially since Mac had come along six months before, and this was Baby's First Christmas. And because Carly, Meg's teenage sister, was spending the semester in Italy, as part of a special program for gifted students, and both Brad and Meg missed her to distraction. Ashley would throw her annual open house at the bed-and-breakfast, and Melissa would probably decide she was allergic to mistletoe and holly and develop convincing symptoms.

Olivia would go, of course. To Brad and Meg's because she loved them, and adored Mac. To Ashley's open house because she loved her kid sister, too, and could mostly forgive her for being Martha Stewart incarnate. Damn, she'd even pick up nasal spray and chicken soup for Melissa, though she drew the line at actually cooking.

"There's Blitzen," Ginger said, adding a cheerful yip.

Sure enough, the reindeer loomed in the snow-speckled cones of gold from the headlights.

Olivia put on the brakes, shifted the engine into neutral. "You stay here," she said, pushing open the door.

"Like I'm going outside in this weather," Ginger said with a sniff.

Slowly Olivia approached the reindeer. The creature was small, definitely a miniature breed, with eyes big and dark and luminous in the light from the truck, and it stood motionless.

"Lost," it told her, not having Ginger's extensive vocabulary. If she ever found a loving home for that dog, she'd miss the long conversations, even though they had very different political views.

The deer had antlers, which meant it was male.

"Hey, buddy," she said. "Where did you come from?"

"Lost," the reindeer repeated. Either he was dazed or not particularly bright. Like humans, animals were unique beings, some of them Einsteins, most of them ordinary joes.

"Are you hurt?" she asked, to be certain. Her intuition was rarely wrong where such things were concerned, but there was always the off chance.

Nothing.

She approached, slowly and carefully. Ran skillful hands over pertinent parts of the animal. No blood, no obvious breaks, though sprains and hairline fractures were a possibility. No identifying tags or notched ears.

The reindeer stood still for the examination, which might have meant he was tame, though Olivia couldn't be certain of that. Nearly every animal she encountered, wild or otherwise, allowed her within touching distance. Once, with help from Brad and Jesse McKettrick, she'd treated a wounded stallion who'd never been shod, fitted with a halter, or ridden.

"You're gonna be okay now," she told the little deer. It did look as though it ought to be hitched to Santa's sleigh. There was a silvery cast to its coat, its antlers were delicately etched and it was petite—barely bigger than Ginger.

She cocked a thumb toward the truck. "Can you follow me to my place, or shall I put you in the back?" she asked.

The reindeer ducked its head. Shy, then. And weary.

"But you've already traveled a long way, haven't you?" Olivia went on.

She opened the back of the Suburban, pulled out the sturdy ramp she always carried for Ginger and other four-legged passengers no longer nimble enough to make the jump.

The deer hesitated, probably catching Ginger's scent.

"Not to worry," Olivia said. "Ginger's a lamb. Hop aboard there, Blitzen."

"His name is Rodney," Ginger announced. She'd turned, forefeet on the console, to watch them over the backseat.

"On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer or—Rodney," Olivia said, gesturing, but giving the animal plenty of room.

Rodney raised his head at the sound of his name, seemed to perk up a little. Then he pranced right up the ramp, into the back of the Suburban, and lay down on a bed of old feed sacks with a heavy reindeer snort.

Olivia closed the back doors of the rig as quietly as she could, so Rodney wouldn't be startled.

"How did you know his name?" Olivia asked once she was back in the driver's seat. "All I'm getting from him is 'Lost.'"

"He told me," Ginger said. "He's not ready to go into a lot of detail about his past. There's a touch of amnesia, too. Brought on by the emotional trauma of losing his way."

"Have you been watching soap operas again, while I'm away working? Dr. Phil? Oprah?"

"Only when you forget and leave the TV on when you go out. I don't have opposable thumbs, remember?"

Olivia shoved the recalcitrant transmission into reverse, backed into a natural turnaround and headed back up the driveway toward the house. She supposed she should have taken Rodney to the clinic for X-rays, or over to the homeplace, where there was a barn, but it was the middle of the night, after all.

If she went to the clinic, all the boarders would wake up, barking and meowing fit to wake the whole town. If she went to Stone Creek Ranch, she'd probably wake the baby, and both Brad and Meg were sleep deprived as it was.

So Rodney would have to spend what remained of the night on the enclosed porch. She'd make him a bed with some of the old blankets she kept on hand, give him water, see if he wouldn't nosh on a few of Ginger's kibbles. In the morning she'd attend to him properly. Take him to town for those X-rays and a few blood tests, haul him to Brad's if he was well enough to travel, fix him up with a stall of his own. Get him some deer chow from the feed and grain.

Rodney drank a whole bowl of water once Olivia had coaxed him up the steps and through the outer door onto the enclosed porch. He kept a watchful eye on Ginger, though she didn't growl or make any sudden moves, the way some dogs would have done.

Instead, Ginger gazed up at Olivia, her soulful eyes glowing with practical compassion. "I'd better sleep out here with Rodney," she said. "He's still pretty scared. The washing machine has him a little spooked."

This was a great concession on Ginger's part, for she loved her wide, fluffy bed. Ashley had made it for her, out of the softest fleece she could find, and even monogrammed the thing. Olivia smiled at the image of her blond, curvaceous sister seated at her beloved sewing machine, whirring away.

"You're a good dog," she said, her eyes burning a little as she bent to pat Ginger's head.

Ginger sighed. Another day, another noble sacrifice, the sound seemed to say.

Olivia went into her bedroom and got Ginger's bed. Put it on the floor for her. Carried the water bowl back to the kitchen for a refill.

When she returned to the porch the second time, Rodney was lying on the cherished dog bed, and Ginger was on the pile of old blankets.

"Ginger, your bed—?"

Ginger yawned yet again, rested her muzzle on her forelegs and rolled her eyes upward. "Everybody needs a soft place to land," she said sleepily. "Even reindeer."

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  • Posted March 8, 2012

    Great read - all LLM fans - a must red

    Again Linda Lael Miller has written an extremely fun and warm book. I love the way she can bring all emotions into her books from laughter, tears, drama, exasperation with a character and you want to jump into the pages nd whack them up-side the head for being so dense or get an attitude adjustment etc. But again kudos for a fun and enjoyable read. Am loving this series of books immensely.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 21, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    Thoroughly enjoyed yet another of Linda Lael Miller's books. Read and enjoy!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 5, 2012

    Easy reading.

    I really enjoy this author for some light, enjoyable reading. This is not the best example of her work, but still work reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2011

    Great

    Another great read from linda leal miller. Love her characters!

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  • Posted December 18, 2011

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    So glad I discovered this reissue...

    A Stone Creek Christmas
    My Rating for this book: B


    Story Overview:
    Stone Creek veterinarian Olivia O'Ballivan communicates easily with animals, but men are another story. Especially rugged architect-turned-rancher Tanner Quinn. Olivia's uncanny bond with his daughter Sophie's pony has him questioning her sanity, while she wonders if he's not just a drugstore cowboy. Then twelve-year-old Sophie conspires with Olivia to get Tanner into the spirit of Christmas. But will a holiday miracle transform the globe-trotting Tanner into a rancher¿and family man¿for all seasons?


    My Review:
    This was simply a sweet old-fashioned Christmas love story, featuring a broken-hearted widower (Tanner,) his 12 yo daughter (Sophie,) and the town veterinarian (Olivia.) There was a special sense of holiday magic in this book because Olivia can talk to animals which leads her to a lost reindeer at the start of the story. As a result, a character named Kris Kringle appears periodically and mysteriously throughout the novel. It adds a touch of whimsy to the novel, that at times, went a bit too far for me, but it was all for Christmas fun, I know.

    I really liked what Sophie added to the story, but there were times that Tanner's overprotectiveness just didn't seem to make sense. Tanner's over-the-top reaction to her supposed danger, just didn't ring true to the actual circumstances. I don't think that it would have been that hard to fix the issues within that story and made this a really superb book, but as it stands, it just seemed a little off to me.

    I did enjoy this book. There were little things that niggled at me, but overall it was a fun holiday read.

    At Home in Stone Creek
    My Rating for this book: A-
    Story Overview:

    Everyone in Ashley O'Ballivan's life is marrying and starting families¿except her. But why bother dating when no one can compare to Jack McCall, the man who left her heartbroken years ago? Now he's back in town ¿and maybe heisn't who she thinks he is.
    While recovering from a dangerous mission for the DEA, security expert Jack rents a room in Ashley's bed-and-breakfast. For both their sakes, he tries to keep his distance, though neither can deny the growing spark between them. But when his past catches up with him, he'll have to leave again¿just as he realizes where he's always belonged¿in Stone Creek.

    My Review:
    This is Jack and Ashley's story. Jack is a covert contractor whom Ashley has been involved with off and on since her freshman year in college. But he comes in and out of her erratically and usually breaks her heart when he leaves suddenly (many times without even a goodbye) because of the nature of his job. In this book, his last job went badly and he is suffering the life-threatening effects of a toxin that was injected into him as he escaped. Out of his mind with the accompanying fever, he shows up on Ashley's doorstep of her B&B.

    There is a lot of emotion in this book. Jack is more than likely dying from the toxin. As far as his family knows, he has been dead for many years (the military killed off his original identity so that he could work covert ops for them without endangering his family.) His illness makes him question his choices that he has made especially in regards to them.

    I really enjoyed this book. Because of the nature of Jack's job and his medical condition, it read a lot like a romantic suspense novel and I LOVE those. There were moments when the story turned a bit cheesy and unb

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 12, 2011

    Great Christmas book

    I love all The Series of Stone Creek. Linda Lael Miller is a great author

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2011

    Highly recommend!

    This is a great Christmas book to read during the season especially.
    The book holds your interest, makes you smile, and gives you the warm fuzzy feeling you want during the holidays. A must read for anyone with a heart!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 21, 2011

    Highly recommended

    great book

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 10, 2011

    Most definitely recommend*****

    I have enjoyed reading just about everything Ms. Miller has written. This book follows the others in presenting likeable characters and a quick moving storyline. If you like Romance novels, you will love this.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2013

    NURSERY

    Mountainstar

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2013

    Zoey

    *tear falls outta her eye* so amazing

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2013

    Guys

    What the crepp poop on it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2013

    KENS' STORY ~CHAPTER SIX~

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2012

    Good Series

    Miss the westerns on TV so have taken up reading some of the newer ones. Good family construction.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2012

    Featherpaw silverpelt

    I am Featherpaw Silverpelt and I am Queen of the Featherpaw Clan! Know you this, otherclans, I will one day rule you all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2012

    Can i be cherry kit

    Plz reply

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2012

    To anna

    Um this is lillypaw. U posted to me at oceanclan. Doi kno u?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2012

    To bravestar

    Help im a small gray and white kit named mousekit and i ned a clan i am a tom

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 29, 2012

    Coralshrink

    Where is the oceanclan camp?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2012

    Rabbitkit

    Rabbitkit ran up a tree. From a branch she told her story. "My mother abandoned me when I was old enough to walk, talk, and see. I have be wandering since then. Now I have angeree this wolf, and it is trying to kill me!!!!! Help!!!!!"

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