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by R. C. Ryan

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Wild at Heart . . .

Jake Conway is good with his hands. A veterinarian known for his gentle touch, he's also the most eligible bachelor in Wyoming. But like any wild animal, Jake longs to roam free . . . until a sultry redhead with a smile from here to heaven turns up in town.

When her estranged father dies, Meg Stanford inherits



Wild at Heart . . .

Jake Conway is good with his hands. A veterinarian known for his gentle touch, he's also the most eligible bachelor in Wyoming. But like any wild animal, Jake longs to roam free . . . until a sultry redhead with a smile from here to heaven turns up in town.

When her estranged father dies, Meg Stanford inherits his rustic ranch-and all the painful memories that come with it. She's determined to settle the estate and face down the ghosts of her past. But a series of midnight break-ins have Meg running from the ranch-and into the arms of the sexy cowboy next door. As their passion grows hotter, the attacks grow bolder. Can Jake keep her safe, or will he lose the only woman he's ever loved?

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Country veterinarian Jake Conway and big city lawyer Meg Stanford share a common background and instant sexual heat in Ryan’s predictable third Wyoming Sky contemporary western (after Josh). Meg is unwillingly called back to her rural childhood home when her estranged father dies. Meg has her hands full as she attempts to catalogue and sell the ranch so she can return to her own life. Working against her are a grieving seven-year-old half-brother she never knew she had, a series of break-ins at the ranch, and her attraction to laid-back, compassionate Jake. As Meg wrestles with her painful childhood memories, a potential new future beckons in the form of Jake and the loving family life she’s never had yet desperately longed for—if she’s willing to give up her ritzy lifestyle. Though not particularly memorable, the sappy story might appeal to undemanding fans of feel-good cowboy romances. (Mar.)
From the Publisher

Engaging...Ryan paints a picturesque image of the rugged landscape and the boisterous, loving, close-knit Conway family."
Publishers Weekly"

Ryan takes readers to Big Sky country in a big way with her vivid visual dialogue as she gives us a touching love story with a mystery subplot. The characters, some good and one evil, will stay with you long after the book is closed."
RT Book Reviews


"Four stars! The child adds a lovely emotional element to the story, the secondary romance is enjoyable and all loose ends are nicely tied up."
RT Book Reviews

"Four stars! I have come to love the Lost Nugget Ranch and the people who live there.... Characters created by R.C. Ryan are unforgettable."
—Huntress Reviews"

These not-to-be-missed books are guaranteed to warm your heart!"
—Fresh Fiction


Found love, lost treasure and ever-present danger. R.C. Ryan delivers it all with page-turning romance."
-Nora Roberts, New York Times bestselling author"

Fabulous...A well written story with fully-developed characters that I easily came to care for."
—Huntress Reviews


"Engaging...Ryan paints a picturesque image of the rugged landscape and the boisterous, loving, close-knit Conway family."
--Publishers Weekly

"Ryan takes readers to Big Sky country in a big way with her vivid visual dialogue as she gives us a touching love story with a mystery subplot. The characters, some good and one evil, will stay with you long after the book is closed."
--RT Book Reviews


"Four stars! The child adds a lovely emotional element to the story, the secondary romance is enjoyable and all loose ends are nicely tied up."
--RT Book Reviews

"Four stars! I have come to love the Lost Nugget Ranch and the people who live there.... Characters created by R.C. Ryan are unforgettable."
--Huntress Reviews

"These not-to-be-missed books are guaranteed to warm your heart!"
--Fresh Fiction


"Found love, lost treasure and ever-present danger. R.C. Ryan delivers it all with page-turning romance."
-Nora Roberts, New York Times bestselling author

"Fabulous...A well written story with fully-developed characters that I easily came to care for."
--Huntress Reviews

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Grand Central Publishing
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A Wyoming Sky Novel Series , #3
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4.40(w) x 6.60(h) x 1.01(d)

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By R.C. Ryan

Grand Central Publishing

Copyright © 2013 R.C. Ryan
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ISBN: 978-1-4555-0244-8


Paintbrush, Wyoming—Present Day

Thanks, Jake." The grizzled rancher pumped Jake Conway's hand hard enough to have him wincing. "Figured old Scout here had seen his last sunset. I tried every home remedy I could think of." The old man grinned. "Hated having to give in and pay a vet. You know how it is."

Jake nodded in understanding. Every rancher in these parts knew how to birth a calf, treat a lame horse, and cure the hundred-and-one things that could go wrong with ranch animals. A veterinarian was called only in extreme circumstances, or when an animal had to be put down and its owner couldn't bear to do the deed.

"Looks like I'd better start calling you Doc." The old rancher winked at his teenage granddaughter, who was practically swooning over the handsome young veterinarian as though he were a Greek god.

His wife, standing beside their daughter, thrust a covered plate into Jake's hands. "Brownies," the older woman said with a shy smile. "Our Tina here baked them herself."

"Thank you, Anna. And thank you, Tina. How'd you know about my sweet tooth?" Jake turned that famous Conway smile on both females, who audibly sighed.

The old rancher couldn't suppress a grin. The women in his household were all smitten with Cole Conway's youngest son. Word in the tiny town of Paintbrush was that Jake Conway had the same effect on every female there from sixteen to sixty. It had been that way since Jake was twelve or thirteen, and still trailing his older brothers around town wearing a sweaty T-shirt, dusty denims, and one of his grandfather's cast-off frayed, wide-brimmed cowboy hats. As he'd matured, he'd grown into a tall, muscled cowboy, whose rugged good looks were enhanced by a spill of curly black hair always in need of a trim, and devilish blue eyes that sparkled with unmistakable humor. A big part of his charm was that good-natured, roguish smile. Women just gravitated to him like bees to honey.

"I guess what I've heard around town is the truth. You're some kind of miracle worker."

"Not me. I've got miracle drugs." Jake smiled and patted his pocket before tucking away the syringe and vial. "Just doing my job, Will."

"The way I see it, thanks to that fancy vet school in Michigan, you're doing it even better'n old Doc Hunger did. And that's saying something."

Jake couldn't hide his pleasure at the compliment. It meant the world to him that the ranchers accepted him without question. Not an easy task when they still thought of the youngest Conway son as a lightweight compared to his father, grandfather, and two older brothers.

At his truck, the two men shook hands again before Jake climbed inside and started toward home.

As he drove along the dusty road he played back his phone messages. One from Phoebe, their housekeeper, reminding him that Ela was baking her famous corn bread to go with the ham she'd put in the oven, and he'd better not be late.

His mouth was watering as he played the second message, this one from his brother Quinn, reminding him of dinner Saturday night as a surprise for his wife's birthday, and that if Cheyenne had so much as an inkling of what was planned, he'd know it was all Jake's fault for having a big mouth.

Jake was still grinning as the third message began. A woman's breathy voice, sounding either stressed or annoyed.

"This is Meg Stanford. I've just arrived at my father's ranch to dispose of his estate, and there's a colt out in the barn that appears to be lame. I'm not sure there's anything you can do for it, but I'd like you to ..." The voice paused for so long, Jake thought the call may have been interrupted. But then the message continued. "... do whatever it is you do with animals that are beyond help."

Unsure of what he'd heard, he played the message a second time before dismissing all thought of Ela's corn bread and ham from his mind. He made a sharp U-turn and headed toward the Stanford ranch.

As he drew near, it occurred to Jake that though Porter Stanford had been his family's nearest neighbor, he'd never before set foot on the property. He and his brothers had been warned when they were just boys that they were to stay clear of the rancher, whose volatile temper was well-known around these parts.

In the town of Paintbrush gossip spread quicker than a prairie fire, and the juicy tales about Porter Stanford before his sudden death days ago had all been negative. Folks around these parts just shook their heads over his hair-trigger temper, the hellish life his two ex-wives had endured at his hands, all of which they'd been eager to share with anyone who would listen, and of the fact that his third wife had been young enough to be his granddaughter. She'd died two years ago of a brain hemorrhage, leaving Porter with a young son.

Jake wondered about the woman claiming to be Porter's daughter. He could vaguely recall hearing about a wild child who matched her father in looks and temperament. But that was years ago, before Porter's very public first divorce, when she and her mother, Virginia, had taken themselves off to parts unknown.

Jake turned his truck onto the lane that led to the rustic ranch house. Nestled on a bluff, the house overlooked some of the richest grazing land in the territory. Now in early spring, the land was just turning green and was dotted with buds of Indian paintbrush and towering cottonwood. No wonder Porter Stanford had thought of himself as a king and all of Wyoming as his fiefdom. Maybe, Jake thought with sudden insight, that was another reason why Stanford had a particular dislike of the Conway family. Not only were they his nearest neighbors, but they owned all the land around him, leaving him unable to expand his kingdom.

Jake followed the curving driveway to the back door of the house and stepped out of his truck. A sleek, candy-apple-red rental car was parked beside the porch.

He climbed the wide porch steps and knocked.

A sexy female voice called, "Come in."

He stepped into a kitchen offering a spectacular view of the Tetons in the distance. Finding no one there, he stepped through the open doorway into a massive great room, where a woman was walking toward him, carrying a cardboard box that was bigger than she.

"Hello." Though he couldn't see the face, the view from the waist down was enticing. A tiny waist and long, long legs encased in narrow denims.

"Oh. Hello. If you want to take a look at the farm implements, you may as well start tagging the things out in the second barn."

"You're planning an auction?"

She peered around the box. "Aren't you from the auction house?"

"No. Sorry. I'm the vet. Here. Let me help you." He took the box from her hands. "Where do you want this?"

"The kitchen table will be fine." She led the way and Jake followed.

As he set down the heavy box he shot her a grin. "What've you got in there? A safe?"

She sighed. "Sorry. I should have warned you. I found several locked metal boxes in an upstairs room and thought I'd bring them down before opening them to see what's inside." She offered her hand. "I'm Meg Stanford."

Jake accepted her handshake and took the moment to study her. She had her father's fiery red hair, pulled back into a ponytail, and green eyes the color of prairie grass.

"Jake Conway." He was fascinated by her lips. Soft, pursed lips that, though bare of makeup, were absolutely enticing. "I'm sorry about your loss."

"Thank you." She spoke the words in a flat, unemotional tone. "You said you were the vet. I was expecting Dr. Hunger."

"He retired. His service directs his calls to me."

"I see." She nodded toward the door. "I'll take you to the barn."

Jake trailed behind her, enjoying the view of her trim backside in the shiny, new denims. They were so crisp they looked as though they'd just come off a store rack, as did the cotton shirt buttoned clear to her throat and tucked precisely into the waistband.

He glanced at her feet. Even the sneakers were brand-new, though they wouldn't remain that way once she stepped into the barn.

"How long have you been here?"

"Since this morning."

"Where are you from?"

She paused, her hand on the barn door. "Washington."

"As in Spokane?"

She smiled. "As in D.C."

"You're a long way from home. What do you do there?"

"I'm a lawyer."

His smile deepened. "That explains the new duds. I'd never mistake you for a rancher."

That brought a smile, transforming her face from pretty to gorgeous. "My usual wardrobe runs to tailored suits and heels. I figured I'd need something more practical for the week I plan on being here."

"A week?"

She nodded. "My vacation time. Not exactly the way I'd hoped to be spending it. I haven't been back to this place since I was a kid. I honestly never expected to see it again."

She lowered her voice. "As you can imagine, I've forgotten more than I can remember about ranch animals. The colt has a pronounced limp. I thought I'd ask a vet to take a look and advise me as to the best way to ... deal with it." Her voice lowered to a near-whisper, as though she were sharing state secrets. "If you have to euthanize the colt, I'd appreciate it if you would take it with you rather than do it here. There's the boy ..." When she faltered, Jake waited until she composed herself. "My father's sudden death wasn't my only surprise. I've learned that I have a half brother. I'm not sure of his birthday, but I'm guessing he's about seven. I suspect that he was alone here when our father had his heart attack. That may be why he doesn't speak—at least not to me. But he seems really attached to the colt. That's why ..." She looked at the ground. "... I'd rather not add to the boy's suffering."

"All right." Jake nodded toward the door. "Let's have a look."

She opened the barn door and led the way to a stall. As Jake's eyes adjusted to the gloom, he could see the colt lying in the straw, its head cradled in the lap of a blond, shaggy-haired boy in dirty denims and an even dirtier T-shirt.

Meg's tone was cautious. "Cory, this is Dr. Conway. I asked him to take a look at your colt."

"Hey, Cory." Jake knelt beside the boy and ran a hand gently over the colt's forelock. "Does your horse have a name?"

The boy merely stared at him.

"Can your horse stand?"

Cory shuffled out from under the horse's head and got to his feet before tugging gently on the animal's mane.

The colt scrambled to its feet.

Jake pointed toward the door. "Would you mind leading him outside?"

Without a word the boy led the horse out into the sunshine, with Jake and Meg following.

The animal's limp, Jake noted, was pronounced.

He watched as the boy led the colt in a wide circle. When they were close, Jake ran a hand along the animal's neck. "He's a real beauty."

The faintest flicker of a smile touched the boy's eyes before he looked away.

"Has he always had this limp, or is it a recent injury?"

The boy shrugged.

Jake decided to try again. "Was he born with this problem, Cory?"

The boy shook his head.

"So, this happened recently?"

"Yeah." The boy sighed, as though the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

"Okay. It's a start." Relieved that the boy could speak, Jake glanced toward Meg.

She covered her mouth with her hand to hide the slight trembling, and he thought for a moment she might cry in relief. Instead he saw her suck in a quick breath and compose herself.

Jake bent to the animal's leg and began gently probing. When he touched one particular spot the colt flattened its ears and sidestepped.

"Tender. Did your horse take a fall?"

The boy shook his head. "No."

"Was he hit by something?"

The boy shrugged his thin shoulders.

"Maybe by a stone thrown by a truck?"

Seeing that the boy didn't intend to reply, he added, "Maybe he was attacked by a flying saucer?"

That had Cory smiling before he ducked his head.

Jake glanced at Meg, who stood with her arms crossed, watching the interaction between the two with quiet intensity.

"All right. Let's try something else. Walk him again, Cory."

As the boy did so, Jake moved along beside the colt and probed not only the leg but the animal's underbelly as he took each step.

When he straightened, Meg asked in a low voice, "Will you be able to take him with you?"

Jake shrugged. "I'd like to try treating him here."

"Treating? I thought ..." She looked at Cory, then away before whispering, "I thought vets had to put down a horse when it was lame."

"I guess that was the treatment of choice back when women didn't have the vote, and ranchers chewed tobacco and played poker in the town saloon. Nowadays, ma'am," he added in his best drawl, "you wouldn't believe the miracle drugs we have."

She had a rich, throaty laugh. "I guess I deserved that. All right, Dr. Conway. I'll leave you to your patient. I have work to do in the house."

When she walked away Jake watched until she'd climbed the steps. Turning, he saw the boy staring at him.

He winked. "You've got a pretty sister, Cory."

The boy hung his head and absently patted the colt.

Jake touched a hand to the boy's shoulder. "I'm sorry about the loss of your dad."

Cory glanced up at him. There was an eager, almost hungry look in his eyes. "Did you know him?"

Jake shook his head. "Not really. I knew who he was, and saw him in town a time or two, but other than that, he was a stranger. I guess he kept to himself a lot."

The eager look in the boy's eyes was gone in the instant before he looked away. "Yeah."

After a pronounced silence, Jake sighed. "While you take this little guy back to the stall, I'll get my bag of tricks."

He walked away and retrieved his supplies from his truck. Spying the plate of brownies, he took them along.

In the barn he took his time, examining the colt while trying to find ways to engage the boy in conversation.

"How old are you, Cory?"

"Seven." His gaze followed every movement of Jake's fingers as he touched and probed the colt's leg.

"That would make you a second grader?"

The boy shrugged. "Don't go to school."

"Yeah. I never did either, when I was your age. Too far to town." He looked over. "So, you're homeschooled. Did your dad teach you?"

Another shrug. "Now that I can read, I get the lessons out of books and do my class assignments online."

"Who checks your homework?"

"I scan it and send it to the teacher assigned to me."

"Did anybody live here on the ranch with you and your dad?"

"Yancy. But he doesn't live with us. He stays in the bunkhouse."

Jake heard the warmth in the boy's tone and nodded. He'd heard that Yancy Jessup had taken over some of the ranch duties after Porter's young wife died. Yancy was one of the last of a dying breed. A cowboy with no desire to own his own spread. An old man who preferred living in a bunkhouse with other cowboys. A drifter who loved tending other rancher's herds, until the itch to move on became too great. Yancy Jessup had worked ranches all over Montana and Wyoming, and his work was universally praised. Nobody had ever had a bad word to say about him.

"I suppose Yancy's up in the hills with the herd?"


"Does he know about your dad?"

The boy looked stricken, and Jake realized that the cowboy had no idea that his boss had passed away.

Jake pulled out his cell phone. "Give me his number and I'll see that your sister calls him as soon as I'm finished here."

As Cory spoke the numbers, Jake programmed them into his phone. "I'd call Yancy myself, but I think this call should come from a family member." He looked over. "Do you have a cell phone?"

Cory nodded.

"Good. While I'm thinking about it, why don't I give you my number? That way, if you need me, just call."

He spoke the numbers and watched as Cory punched them into his phone.

"Now give me yours." Jake added the numbers as Cory said them aloud.

For the next hour, while Cory soothed the colt, Jake applied ointment and wrapped the injured leg. When he was finished, he closed his bag and got to his feet.

"That's the best I can do for now. I'll look in on him tomorrow and see if he's improving."

The boy kept an arm around the colt's neck. "His name is Shadow."

Jake paused. "That's a good name. And you're a good friend to Shadow, Cory. I can see that he trusts you. Now I'd better report to your sister." He offered his hand. "Thanks for your help."

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New York Times bestselling author R.C. Ryan has written more than ninety fiction novels, both contemporary and historical. Quite an accomplishment for someone who, after her fifth child started school, gave herself the gift of an hour a day to follow her dream to become a writer.

In a career spanning more than twenty years, Ms. Ryan has given dozens of radio, television, and print interviews across the country and Canada, and has been quoted in such diverse publications as the Wall Street Journal and Cosmopolitan. She has also appeared on CNN News, as well as Good Morning America.

R.C. Ryan is a pseudonym of New York Times bestselling author Ruth Ryan Langan.

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jbarr5 More than 1 year ago
Jake by R.C Ryan This book is mostly about Jake Conway and his growing up on the ranch, his mother died and his father is raising all the kids. He's so caring about animals that he is a local vet now. On his way home from a call he plays his phone messages and travels to their next door neighbor's house, to see about the colt. Cory Stamford the 7 year old is caring for the colt that is lying down in the barn. Meg, flew in from DC, a half sister and the only relative left, she's a lawyer. Yancy up in the hills with the cattle has no clue of Porter Stamfords death yet. She hopes to be able to auction up the house, ranch, everything and be back in DC in a weeks time, bringing Cory with her. Love this series and the locale of Paintbrush and the previous books in the series. I feel like I know the characters and am brought up to date on what's going on with their lives. His idea to move them all to his ranch might help find out some information from Cory, get closer to Meg and help treat the colt better. Jake has a lot of admirers and they bake and deliver food to the family ranch. Love the banter among them all, wicked funny stuff. The mystery of the boys mother just disappearing still had them worrying and wanting to find her... Meg has mysteries also as the house is ransacked and her rental car tires slashed... After the funeral she learns many things and is able to smile for a bit. With the dog giving birth they are able to share in a good time together. She contemplates whether she can go along with her fathers wishes by continuing with the working ranch and raising Cory there and maybe joining the local law firm... But she's achieved so much in DC and would hate to just give that up...There is danger at the ranch with the break ins and she finds more of her fathers papers and goes through them to really find out what he was all about.. B008EMSZG2
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
## This was an incredibly moving story. It was heart wrenching and heartwarming at the same time. I definitely needed a couple of tissues for this one. The family dynamics were fabulous for sure. And the conclusion to the 25 year old mystery which we knew from the previous books was finally solved. All the characters were so amazing. Jake was playful and caring. Meg was strong and kind and the little boy was adorable as can be. And the completely satisfying ending was a real gift from the author. The reason I could only give this book 3 stars, was the romance or lack thereof. Jake and Meg were great characters, but didn't have great sexual chemistry. There were hardly any intimate moments. I wish the author would've added more romance to this very special story.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this second book, as I enjoyed Quinn & Jake, the mainthing wrong is they are too similar, just the characters changed. I will read another by this writer but if it is the same as these 3, I won't buy anymore. GJRA
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jake and meg...couldnt connect wirh her at first but after a while i liked her better... the three brothers'stories were great or as an individual read..i liked their father very much too as well as Big JIm,their grandfather.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
*Continues to moan. Upon removing my diaper, you find that I have a dildo sticking out of my a<_>ss.*
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My humblest apologies!!
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jeter2 More than 1 year ago
Great series,
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What the? What wasthat for?
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Same plot, setting and characters in all Wyoming Sky books.  If I had known before reading all 3, I would have just read this one.  All three books take place on a very isolated, spacious ranch in Wyoming owned by the Conways.  The first 2 books, Quinn and Josh are not quite as believable as the Jake story.  All 3 brothers are hit with love at first sight with a beauty who is in great conflict.  The first 2 books are a bit unbelievable as both Quinn and Josh are shot trying to save their damsel in distress.  Jake's story is a bit more reality based in his relationship with his heroine.  No matter which of the 3 you read you will get a good descriptive picture of the Quinn boys, their family history, their &quot;neighbors&quot;, the Quinn ranch, and the surrounding areas.  Reading all three is kind of repetitive as the other repeats all  this.  The only difference is the heroine in each volume changes and how the brothers woos her and saves her.  Even their weddings are exactly the same.   If you haven't read any of them, read Jake.  No need to read them all.
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Momwholovesbooks0 More than 1 year ago
Great read, loved them all. Works best to read them in order.
RomanticReadsandSuch More than 1 year ago
Jake    For those who like a light intrigue with their romance, this is a perfect choice.  Full review on booktrib or romanticreadsandsuch (dot) wordpress (dot) com
stanhope3234 More than 1 year ago
This was a great ending to a really good series.  I thought the book slowed a little in the middle but all in all it was a really good book.  Meg and Jake had great chemistry. They both had interesting life stories and great heartache to overcome. I fell in love with Cory Meg's little brother who thought he had to carry a scary world of trouble on his 7 year old shoulders.  As in the books before you get to see the loving interaction of the Conway family and friends. I guard entry you will love all of them.  This is a story of putting past hurts to rest and closure to open wound's and finding future full of love and happiness.  I highly recommend this series and I'm looking forward to R. C. Ryan's next books.
Under_The_Covers_BookBlog More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Guest Reviewer/Kimberly &amp; posted at Under the Covers Book Blog &ldquo;I quite enjoyed this third book in R.C. Ryan&rsquo;s Wyoming Sky Series&hellip;.A nice message comes through.&rdquo; ~Under the Covers Drop dead gorgeous, country Veterinarian, Jake Conway has no issues with women. This youngest brother of three knows how to pour on the charm for quick results, but when he meets hot redheaded, high powered, city attorney, Meg Stanford, all bets are off and Jake begins to realize that this contradiction of a woman is getting under his skin. Meg Stanford hasn&rsquo;t been back to Paintbrush, Wyoming since the day her mother took her and left her Dad, Rancher, Porter Stanford and never looked back, when she was 10. Meg grew up resenting her father, thinking that once she was gone from the ranch, she was no longer important to him. Now Porter has passed away and Meg has returned to settle his affairs which include the shocker that she has a young half brother. Seven year old, Cory Stanford has been through so much in his short life. The untimely death of his young mother, death of his father and now meeting a sister who holds his life in the balance, have this young boy running scared. Jake is summoned to the Stanford ranch to treat Cory&rsquo;s injured horse where he meets his neighbors for the first time since the Stanfords pretty much kept to themselves. He finds Corey an amiable but lost boy and his sister so confused about how to deal with it all. Meg is used to the fast life in Washington DC, where she is a successful trial attorney and when she meets Cory she has no idea how to get through to the boy she didn&rsquo;t even know existed. Jake knows somehow he&rsquo;s going to have Meg and that swagger of his totally has her thinking. After a vandalism incident on the Stanford ranch Meg realizes that her easy in and out are not as easy as she had predicted. In addition, she didn&rsquo;t realize how much she missed the ranch, life there, and Jake could be the biggest reason she may be changing her tune about the going back to the fast paced lifestyle she once led. Jake Conway has been relationship resistant, especially after seeing his older brothers fall hard for their wives, could this redhead be the answer to his resistance? Will Meg put aside her animosity towards her father and become real family to Cory? All is answered in JAKE by R.C. RYAN. I quite enjoyed this third book in R.C. Ryan&rsquo;s Wyoming Sky Series. Jake runs the gamut of emotions between the goings on with both the Conway clan and the Stanford siblings and everyone else in between. A nice message comes through that proves that just because you are not blood doesn&rsquo;t mean you won&rsquo;t be cared for, and success in the business world does not necessarily make one happy in their private lives. I hope you will give R.C. Ryan&rsquo;s JAKE a go. You will be happy you did! *Review copy provided by publisher
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"You only like this book cause your names in it" i say smiling love the book to
Gran6 More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book just as much as the other two. Highly recommend!
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Liked it.
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