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Never mind. She has every right to be here. She may be a city girl, but Madeline ...
Never mind. She has every right to be here. She may be a city girl, but Madeline Blaine has a PhD and she's not afraid to use it. Something about this place—and this cowboy—just doesn't feel right. And she's going to figure out what it is. And fix it. Fix him, too if she can.
As soon as Ty Hopewell heard the familiar voice and recognized the opening bars of the song, he made a conscious effort to focus on his breathing, on the people passing in front of where he sat in the lobby of the Nugget Hotel and Casino. On anything except that song. He hadn't lived in the boonies for so long that he'd forgotten the day after Thanksgiving was the kickoff of the Christmas season. But he'd forgotten that every public place in Reno seemed to play music.
That glorious song of old
Ty swallowed and then drew in a breath. He could do this. He could sit here and wait for his appointment. Or he thought he could, until he made the mistake of closing his eyes.
From angels bending near the earth
Instantly he was lying on the frozen ground, disoriented and in pain. The truck was on its side, the cab caved in, the headlights cutting through the darkness at an angle that was just plain wrong.
The truck's front wheel slowly spun.
Bing Crosby sang.
For a moment it had been too much to process, and then he'd realized that the radio in the demolished truck was still playing. Somehow. Bing's rendition of "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear" was the only sound in the cold desert night, so out of place in the aftermath of a violent wreck.
And then there had been another sound—his own voice screaming for his friend, demanding that Skip answer him .
Ty opened his eyes and got to his feet. He'd go outside, away from the music, to collect himself. Great plan, but he hadn't taken more than two steps when he saw her crossing the casino lobby. Madeline Blaine. Skip's sister.
It had to be her, since the time was exactly ten and she was wearing black slacks, a short red jacket and a black-and-white-checked scarf, exactly as she'd described on the phone the day before. She zeroed in on him, although she had no way of knowing what he looked like, and made a beeline toward him. Ty took off his hat as she approached.
"You must be Mr. Hopewell," she said briskly, extending her hand before he had a chance to speak. He took it briefly, knowing his own hand was probably ice-cold. It was the first time he'd met any of Skip's relatives. The funeral had taken place back east, where Skip had grown up.
"Yes. I'm Ty."
He was struck by how little she looked like Skip. Her hair was straight and dark, while Skip's had been light brown and wavy. Her eyes were green; his had been brown. And Skip had been a big guy. His sister was on the small side, her features delicate. The only similarities he could see were the distinctive high cheekbones and fair skin. Skin that tended to fry under the Nevada sun. Skip had been forever sunburned.
She gestured at the chair where he'd been sitting a few seconds before. Ty obligingly sat and she took the chair kitty-corner to his, so they could face each other. Obviously Ms. Blaine was going to run this meeting. Ty just wanted it to be over. Hell, he wished he knew what it was about—and he wished Bing would shut up already, but the singer geared up for another verse.
Peace on the earth, goodwill to
Ty ran a finger around the inside of his collar and Madeline Blaine tilted her head as she appraised him, a slight frown drawing her dark eyebrows together. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah. Fine." Except for the guilt that was crushing him as Bing sang. Technically, Skip's death had been an accident, but one that clearly could have been avoided if Ty hadn't been so damned stubborn.
He'd reached the point after twenty-three months where he didn't think about it as much—sometimes he could go several oblivious days at a time. But when he did think about Skip's death, it ate at him.
He looked into Madeline Blaine's clear green eyes, having no doubt about what had triggered him today. He hadn't been looking forward to this meeting with Skip's sister, and Bing hadn't helped matters.
He cleared his throat. "Ms. Blaine—"
Oh-kay. She was a professor of anthropology at a small university somewhere in New York, but he hadn't realized he had to use her title. "Dr. Blaine."
Ty took a deep breath. "I hope you didn't fly out here just to meet with me."
"Why else would I have come?" She spoke quickly, with unexpected defensiveness. Ty was a guy who watched people and picked up signals. The signal he was getting here he didn't quite understand.
"I thought you might have plans to do something else, to have some fun while you're here." Fun. Shit. Yeah, she should have fun while on a trip to settle her brother's estate. "What I mean is that there's stuff to do here in Reno."
Madeline sat a little taller. "I came to meet with you," she said, clasping her hands together. "About the ranch, as I'm sure you've surmised. The reasons we're losing money."
"We broke even this quarter," Ty pointed out. And they'd had this same discussion on the phone more than once. He understood her impatience, but the cattle market wasn't exactly booming right now—although organic beef was doing better than regular beef.
What he didn't understand was how flying across the country to meet with him face-to-face was going to help. To use the guilt factor perhaps? No matter how guilty he felt, it wouldn't make the cattle sales rebound any faster than they were. But.whatever.
"The market is better than it was six months ago, yet that's not reflected in the ranch profits," Madeline said.
"There are things you need to understand." Things he'd thought he'd explained before, but for some reason Madeline wasn't getting it. "I've had to sink money into the ranch—money Skip would have had to sink into the ranch—to keep the infrastructure intact." He'd refenced the property and reroofed the barn, eradicated weeds, worked on the roads. The ranch wasn't in bad shape, but that was only because of the hours he'd put in after the accident, trying to forget the unforgettable.
Madeline nodded. Old news.
"Feed costs are up." Which was a double killer when cattle prices were down.
"I thought you raised your own hay," she said coolly.
"Not enough to feed the entire herd over the winter," Ty replied, still wondering why they were having this discussion in the lobby. Yet another carol played in the background. But at least this way they could get the meeting over with and Madeline could go about her business, whatever it might be. There was no way she'd flown across the country only to meet with him in a casino lobby.
"Then perhaps you need to plant more hay," Madeline said reasonably, as if pointing out a solution that had escaped him. But there was something in the tone of her voice that made Ty shift in his chair.
"The fields can only be irrigated during the spring because of the power and water situation, so that limits the amount of hay we can grow. And living off the grid, generating our own power, is expensive, what with ongoing generator maintenance and repairs and fuel."
She leaned back, studying him for a moment before saying, "I want to see the ranch."
Ty frowned. If he had known that, he would have sent photos. Real photos. The ones Skip had posted on his social websites had been misleading. They hadn't exactly shown anything except a spectacular view and cattle in the field. He'd probably sent his family the same pictures.
"In person," she added, reading his mind. If Ty's teeth hadn't been clenched so tightly, his jaw would have dropped. "It's a five-hour drive."
"I've leased a car."
Leased? As opposed to rented? He felt a knot tightening in his stomach. "Look, Ms . Dr ." Ty gave up. "It's your right to come look at it, but I don't see how it's going to help. It's a long trip and then you'll just have to turn around and drive another hour and a half back to the closest town for the night."
"I plan to stay on the ranch."
Somehow he managed to say, "Why?" rather than "Are you nuts?"
Madeline pulled her shoulders back, making her posture even more upright. "Because I want to know exactly what's going on. I want to see how the operation runs and try to figure out why it isn't making money. Skip was no fool. If he went in with you, then the business, the property, must have had merit."
She was correct. Skip was no fool. But he'd been a romantic and thoroughly swept up in the cowboy mystique. Organic beef raised in an isolated environment off the grid appealed to him. "The property is good for what we wanted."
"Yet according to you, the property itself is part of the reason you're not making money."
"That and the market," he said grimly. He rested his forearms on his thighs, holding the brim of his black felt hat between his fingers as he met her eyes.
"The problems you've outlined are all problems Skip was dealing with when he was alive, and yet the ranch made money then."
It was the way she emphasized the word then that finally clued Ty in.
"The ranch will make a profit again," he replied in a low voice, his expression stony.
Madeline drew in a breath through her nose, the action eloquently conveying her feelings on the matter, and Ty's back went up. He wasn't used to being treated as if he was trying to pull a fast one. A guy who'd caused an accident that had killed his friend, yes, but not a con artist.
He twisted his mouth as he debated, then he looked straight into her eyes and asked, "Did you fly here to accuse me of cheating you out of your half of the profits?"
She eyed him coolly. "Either that or mismanagement."
"Your accountant has the books."
She said nothing, but he could practically hear her asking, "Which set?"
He stood then, his hat in his hand. Reminding himself of her loss, of his culpability, he tried to hold in his temper. But Madeline Blaine didn't appear to be suffering over the loss of Skip. She seemed a lot more concerned about getting cash from the ranch. Well, that was her right. He owed her.
He also didn't like her.
"I'm not ripping you off."
She ignored the edge to his voice, which was a mistake.
"Unlike my brother, I tend to see the reality of situations without romanticizing them. I'm going to the ranch. I'm going to spend some time there and when I'm done, I'll know whether I need to audit, sell or hire someone to run my part of the business. Efficiently."
"Good luck with that," he said abruptly. Ty wasn't easily insulted, but this woman was taking wild swings at his integrity. "Keep me posted." Then he started for the stairs to the parking garage.
"Wait." He stopped and turned back. She was still standing next to the leather chairs. "You need to show me how to get there."
Ty stared at her for a second, then shook his head and started walking again. "You may as well show me," she said, catching up to him. "I'm going to spend the next several weeks there." She spoke as if he were foolish to ignore obvious logic.
"Then you'd better bring some food, lady, because I'm not sharing."
Madeline watched Ty Hopewell walk away, every inch the cowboy in his jeans, boots and burgundy wool jacket. And how appropriate that he wore a black hat over his dark hair. She didn't trust him. Not for one minute.
Skip had thought the world of him, but there was something fishy going on here. Why would the ranch make a decent profit right up until Skip's death? Her accountant had pointed out the vast amount of money Ty was pouring back into the ranch, which cut the profits down to nothing, but neither of them knew whether the expenditures were necessary.or even happening.
Madeline lived two thousand miles away. Ty could say he was doing a lot of things, but whether or not he was—that was the question. If he was benefiting from her brother's death and cheating her in the process, it was going to stop. If he merely stank at managing the place, that had to be addressed as well, and thanks to an unfortunate twist of fate, she was free to look into the matter.
Posted January 6, 2011
Ty Hopewell blames himself for the death of his friend Skip Blaine as he was driving the truck when the accident occurred. Two years have passed since that fatal day, but Ty has not moved on in spite of knowing Skip would demand he did.
Skip's New York anthropology professor PH.D sister, Madeleine arrives at Ty's ranch to learn why her inheritance from her late brother has stopped turning a profit. She assumes Ty is cheating her out of her rightful share. Even before she arrived, she was thinking of selling her share. A few days at the archaic ranch with no heat and not even a bed convinces her that her decision to sell is right. However, she also realizes that her partner wallows in guilt and grief as he holds himself responsible for her sibling's death. Though she has job issues back home, she decides to stay a little longer to protect the livestock and to help Ty finally move on; unaware that her Good Samaritan endeavor will help her move on too.
This is an enjoyable second chance at life contemporary ranch romance. Ty makes the tale with his remorse driven attitude that could frost the tropics; although Madeline has made her share of mistakes too. Readers will root for the city slicker and the remorseful rancher to make it as they need each other and not just because of love.
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Posted April 8, 2011
Maddie Inherits a Cowboy (Harlequin Super Romance)
MADDIE INHERITS A COWBOY by author Jeannie Watt is an emotional feel good story. I love a tortured hero and Ty Hopewell is tortured all the way.
It's a touching story of accidental death, guilt, suspicion, conspiracy at the highest levels of academia, and romance, mixed with everyday ranch life and is a compelling story you won't want to miss.
Posted February 9, 2011
This is the perfect story for readers who enjoy a well developed romance between a life weary cowboy and a stiff and proper city lady.
Madeline is a woman at a crossroads in her life. She's coming to grips with the loss of her brother and the legacy he left behind for her. She is also under a heavy burden because everything she's ever worked for and lived for is under the microscope and she could lose it all. That's a lot for a woman to deal with and you'd think that was more than enough but then she meets Ty. And the icicles form.
Ty is a man carrying a world of guilt and self-recriminations on his broad shoulders and he thinks he deserves every miserable minute. He's a tortured man with an untapped heart. He's capable, hardworking and he's in hiding. He doesn't see it that way or course and that is why this story is so heartfelt.
This is a book of healing, of personal growth, and their learning to trust each other which leads to a slow tractor ride into love. It's mostly an internal conflict with a peripheral nudge or three from the external conflict that brought Madeline to the ranch in the first place.
There's a lot of detail about ranching and the author uses the day to day chores of ranch life to bridge the chilly silence between the two characters. Sometimes I felt it was a bit drawn out but I think I understand why the author wrote it in the style she did. In working together, they find they have more in common and even more reasons to stay apart. It gave a chance for those unguarded moments -- an unexpected smile and a husky laugh, and heated glimpse of skin that Cupid uses to bring these two characters together. There is no flash-bang moment, no extravagant over the top scene to hit readers over the head with. This story reads as how a romance would unfold in real life, step by step as each discovered hidden depths about the other and despite their circumstances, find that they can't resist the attraction.
I like how the initial meeting of the store clerk was just the kind of reaction you'd expect a stranger to receive. I enjoyed how the relationship through each brief interaction showed the emerging of a potential friendship and acceptance. This book has so many down to earth scenes that if feels real and right. For readers who might expect a quick dash to the heat and into the sheets, be warned. This is a story about two people's feelings - what's in their hearts, what they fear, what they want and what they dream of. The culmination of their romance does get celebrated in the horizontal position but it doesn't end there, it only adds another ingredient to the emotional aspect of the book.
Maddie Inherits a Cowboy is a perfect book for those readers who prefer a story that focuses on the heart and the intricate journey it has to navigate to get to the happily ever after. I wish the ending was just a bit more fleshed out because it was such an intense emotional moment; I wanted more. As it was, it read just like one of those classic 1950s western romances in the movies. For me, Ty reminded me of John Wayne and that is so cool. Read it and see why.
Originally posted at The Long and Short of IT Romance Reviews
Posted April 24, 2011
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Posted February 4, 2011
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