Montana [NOOK Book]

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When Molly learns that her grandfather is ill, she packs up her sons and heads to Montana. Once she arrives, she immediately has questions about Sam Dakota, the stranger who had called her about her grandfather. Just who is he? And why is he working the ranch? Despite everything, Molly can't deny her attraction to Sam--until her ailing grandfather tries to push them into marriage. Moving to the state of Montana is one thing; entering the state of matrimony is another!
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Overview

When Molly learns that her grandfather is ill, she packs up her sons and heads to Montana. Once she arrives, she immediately has questions about Sam Dakota, the stranger who had called her about her grandfather. Just who is he? And why is he working the ranch? Despite everything, Molly can't deny her attraction to Sam--until her ailing grandfather tries to push them into marriage. Moving to the state of Montana is one thing; entering the state of matrimony is another!
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Well-developed emotions and appealing characters help freshen this familiar contemporary of an embittered cowboy, a wary divorce, a rebellious teenager, a ranch in trouble andoh, yesa hooker with a heart of gold. After learning that her beloved grandfather is ill, Molly Cogan decides to move to Montana and live with him, bringing her two boys, one of whom is undergoing a difficult adolescence. Once there, she tries to fight her feelings for ex-rodeo rider and ranch foreman, Sam Dakota, while mysterious acts of vandalism threaten to drive them from the homestead. A second love story, involving a prostitute and the town lawyer, becomes entwined with a contrived subplot about a militia group that, for reasons never fully made clear, desperately wants this particular ranch. Although the plot construction can seem a little forced, Macomber This Matter of Marriage is a skilled storyteller who turns it into an engaging, unabashedly sentimental love story. Author tour. Apr.
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"Well-developed emotions and appealing characters... Macomber is a skilled storyteller who turns [Montana] into an engaging, unabashedly sentimental love story." -Publishers Weekly

"Debbie Macomber is one of the most reliable, versatile romance authors around. Whether she's writing light-hearted romps or more serious relationship books, her novels are always engaging stories that accurately capture the foibles of real-life men and women with warmth and humor." -Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

"Debbie Macomber shows why she is one of the most powerful, highly regarded authors on the stage today." -Midwest Book Review

"Debbie Macomber's gift for understanding the souls of women-their relationships, their values, their lives-is at its peak." -BookPage on Between Friends

"Macomber has a gift for evoking the emotions that are at the heart of the genre's popularity." -Publishers Weekly

"A multifaceted tale of romance and deceit, the final installment of Macomber's Dakota trilogy oozes with country charm and a strong sense of community."-Publishers Weekly on Always Dakota

"Macomber...is no stranger to the New York Times bestseller list. She knows

how to please her audience." -Oregon Statesman Journal

"Bestselling Macomber..sure has a way of pleasing readers." -Booklist

"Macomber's assured storytelling and affirming narrative are as welcoming as your favorite easy chair."-Publishers Weekly on Twenty Wishes

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460300251
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 12/18/2012
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 37,236
  • File size: 389 KB

Meet the Author

Debbie Macomber

Debbie Macomber, the author of Hannah’s List, 1022 Evergreen Place, Summer on Blossom Street, 92 Pacific Boulevard, and Twenty Wishes, is a leading voice in women’s fiction. Three of her novels have scored the #1 slot on the New York Times, USA Today, and Publishers Weekly bestseller lists. Debbie Macomber's Mrs. Miracle was Hallmark Channel's top-watched movie for 2009. Winner of the 2005 Quill Award for Best Romance, the prolific author has more than 140 million copies of her books in print worldwide.

Biography

Publishing did not come easy to self-described "creative speller" Debbie Macomber. When Macomber decided to follow her dreams of becoming a bestselling novelist, she had a lot of obstacles in her path. For starters, Macomber is dyslexic. On top of this, she had only a high school degree, four young children at home, and absolutely no connections in the publishing world. If there's one thing you can say about Debbie Macomber, however, it is that she does not give up. She rented a typewriter and started writing, determined to break into the world of romance fiction.

The years went on and the rejection letters piled up. Her family was living on a shoestring budget, and Debbie was beginning to think that her dreams of being a novelist might never be fulfilled. She began writing for magazines to earn some extra money, and she eventually saved up enough to attend a romance writer's conference with three hundred other aspiring novelists. The organizers of the conference picked ten manuscripts to review in a group critique session. Debbie was thrilled to learn that her manuscript would be one of the novels discussed.

Her excitement quickly faded when an editor from Harlequin tore her manuscript to pieces in front of the crowded room, evoking peals of laughter from the assembled writers. Afterwards, Macomber approached the editor and asked her what she could do to improve her novel. "Throw it away," the editor suggested.

Many writers would have given up right then and there, but not Macomber. The deeply religious Macomber took a lesson from Job and gathered strength from adversity. She returned home and mailed one last manuscript to Silhouette, a publisher of romance novels. "It cost $10 to mail it off," Macomber told the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel in 2000. "My husband was out of work at this time, in Alaska, trying to find a job. The children and I were living on his $250-a-week unemployment, and I can't tell you what $10 was to us at that time."

It turned out to be the best $10 Macomber ever spent. In 1984, Silhouette published her novel, Heartsong. (Incidentally, although Heartsong was Macomber's first sale, she actually published another book, Starlight, before Heartsong went to print.) Heartsong went on to become the first romance novel to ever be reviewed in Publishers Weekly, and Macomber was finally on her way.

Today, Macomber is one of the most widely read authors in America. A regular on the New York Times bestseller charts, she is best known for her Cedar Cove novels, a heartwarming story sequence set in a small town in Washington state, and for her Knitting Books series, featuring a group of women who patronize a Seattle yarn store. In addition, her backlist of early romances, including several contemporary Westerns, has been reissued with great success.

Macomber has made a successful transition from conventional romance to the somewhat more flexible genre known as "women's fiction." "I was at a point in my life where I found it difficult to identify with a 25-year-old heroine," Macomber said in an interview with ContemporaryRomanceWriters.com. "I found that I wanted to write more about the friendships women share with each other." To judge from her avid, ever-increasing fan base, Debbie's readers heartily approve.

Good To Know

Some outtakes from our interview with Macomber:

"I'm dyslexic, although they didn't have a word for it when I was in grade school. The teachers said I had 'word blindness.' I've always been a creative speller and never achieved good grades in school. I graduated from high school but didn't have the opportunity to attend college, so I did what young women my age did at the time -- I married. I was a teenager, and Wayne and I (now married nearly 37 years) had four children in five years."

"I'm a yarnaholic. That means I have more yarn stashed away than any one person could possibly use in three or four lifetimes. There's something inspiring about yarn that makes me feel I could never have enough. Often I'll go into my yarn room (yes, room!) and just hold skeins of yarn and dream about projects. It's a comforting thing to do."

"My office walls are covered with autographs of famous writers -- it's what my children call my ‘dead author wall.' I have signatures from Mark Twain, Earnest Hemingway, Jack London, Harriett Beecher Stowe, Pearl Buck, Charles Dickens, Rudyard Kipling, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, to name a few."

"I'm morning person, and rip into the day with a half-mile swim (FYI: a half mile is a whole lot farther in the water than it is on land) at the local pool before I head into the office, arriving before eight. It takes me until nine or ten to read through all of the guest book entries from my web site and the mail before I go upstairs to the turret where I do my writing. Yes, I write in a turret -- is that romantic, or what? I started blogging last September and really enjoy sharing bits and pieces of my life with my readers. Once I'm home for the day, I cook dinner, trying out new recipes. Along with cooking, I also enjoy eating, especially when the meal is accompanied by a glass of good wine. Wayne and I take particular pleasure in sampling eastern Washington State wines (since we were both born and raised in that part of the state).

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    1. Hometown:
      Port Orchard, Washington
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 22, 1948
    2. Place of Birth:
      Yakima, Washington
    1. Education:
      Graduated from high school in 1966; attended community college
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"I don't know how much longer your grandfather's going to live."

The words hit Molly Cogan with the force of an unexpected blow. Sinking onto a stool beside the kitchen phone, she blocked out the blare of the television and her sons' ongoing argument over whose turn it was to set the table for dinner.

Tom and Clay were at each other's throats, but Molly could only deal with one crisis at a time. "Who is this again, please?"

"Sam Dakota. Listen, I realize this isn't the best time, but I felt I should tell you." He paused, then added, "Walt wouldn't appreciate me calling you, but like I said, you have a right to know his health isn't good."

The unmistakable sound of shattering glass filtered through the television noise as the boys' skirmish escalated.

Placing her hand over the mouthpiece, Molly shouted, "Boys, please! Not now." Something in her voice must have communicated the importance of the call, because both turned and stared at her. A moment later, Tom reached for the broom.

Molly's hand trembled as she lifted the receiver back to her ear. "How do you know my grandfather, Mr. Dakota?"

"I'm his foreman. Been here about six months."

The fact that Gramps had willingly surrendered control of his ranch to a hired hand—a stranger—told her a great deal. For the past few years, he'd sold off portions of the once-huge spread, until all that remained was a couple of thousand acres, small by Montana standards. He'd managed the Broken Arrow Ranch himself as long as she could remember. Hired hands came and went, depending on the size of the herd, but as far as she knew, he'd always maintained tight control of the day-to-day operations. Over the years his letters had been infrequent, but in the last one—which she'd received after Christmas, four and a half months ago— Molly had sensed something wasn't right with Gramps. She'd put aside the feeling, however, consumed by her own problems.

"Tell me again what happened," she said abruptly, struggling to regain her composure. The man's first words had been such a shock, much of what he'd said afterward had escaped her.

"Like I told you, spring's our busy time, and yesterday your grandfather told me he'd be out to help check on the new calves. When he didn't show, I returned to the house and found him unconscious on the kitchen floor. Heart attack, I figured."

Molly pressed her fingers to her lips to hold in a gasp of dismay. Gramps…in pain. Unable to breathe. Losing consciousness. It frightened her to think of it.

With her mother and half brother living in Australia, Gramps was her only family here. Her only connection with her long-dead father.

"I got him to the clinic in town and Doc Shaver confirmed what I thought. It is his heart. Walt has a pacemaker, but the walls of his heart are old and brittle, and it isn't working as well as Doc had hoped."

"Gramps has a pacemaker?" Molly cried. "When did this happen?" She raised her hand to the cameo hanging from a gold chain around her neck and clenched it hard. It was the most precious piece of jewelry she owned. Gramps had given it to her the day they buried her grandmother nine years before.

"More than six months ago. First I'd heard of it, too."

"Why didn't he tell me?" Molly asked, although she realized Sam Dakota couldn't possibly know. She wished—not for the first time—that San Francisco was closer to Montana. Right now, Sweetgrass seemed a million miles away.

"I can't answer that. I thought you should know Walt's probably not going to live much longer. If you want to see him, I suggest you plan a visit out here soon."

"What exactly is wrong with his heart?" It might have sounded as if she was avoiding the real issue, but she needed to understand Gramps's condition before she could even begin to think about anything else. Like her finances. And how she could possibly afford a trip to Montana now.

"Do you know anything about pacemakers?"

"A little." Just enough to understand that they emit an electronic beep, which assists the heart in beating at a steady pace.

"Well, as I said earlier, the walls of your grandfather's heart are brittle and it's difficult to get the pacemaker to function properly. Doc Shaver worked on him a couple of hours, but he couldn't make any guarantees. Said there's nothing more he can do. It's only a matter of time before his heart gives out completely."

Molly clamped her teeth over her lower lip while she tried to take in what this man was telling her. "I…I appreciate the call. Thank you." With each word, she felt herself more overwhelmed by emotion. Not Gramps, please dear God, not Gramps. Not yet.

"Sorry to call with such bad news."

"How…how is he now?" She glanced toward the living room and discovered Tom and Clay standing in the doorway, studying her intently. A smile would have reassured them, but even that was beyond her.

"Better. Will you be coming, then?" the foreman asked.

"I'm not sure." Molly didn't see how she could manage it. With the child-support payments cut off and the financial adjustments they'd already been forced to make in the past year, she couldn't imagine squeezing one more expense into her already stretched budget. Even a short trip would require at least a week away from her job—a contract position without paid holidays. Plus, she'd have the cost of airfare or, more likely, gas and lodging for the drive. She'd have to take the boys; Gramps would want to see them, and they deserved to see him.

"When will you know whether you're coming?"

It might have been her imagination, but she detected a note of censure. This man knew nothing about her—knew nothing about her circumstances or her life. How dared he stand as judge and jury over her decisions?

"If I knew that, I'd have said something sooner!" Leaning the back of her head against the kitchen wall, Molly tried to think clearly, desperate to find a way, a solution—anything that would lighten the burden of her fears. Never one to weep openly, particularly with strangers, she fought the growing constriction in her throat.

"Then I won't keep you any longer," Sam said gruffly.

Molly wanted to shout that he should wait, that she had other questions, but he'd already answered the important ones. What she wanted even more was to hear this stranger tell her Gramps was on the mend.

But he wasn't going to say that.

"Thank you for phoning," she said, feeling guilty about the sharp retort she'd made a moment ago. No one enjoyed delivering bad news, and it was kind of Sam Dakota to make sure she learned of her grandfather's condition. "I'll let you know if we're coming for a visit," she felt obliged to add.

"Fine. Your grandfather should be home in a day or two. I'd consider it a favor if you didn't mention I called."

"I won't. And thank you." Standing up, she replaced the telephone receiver and looked at her sons. Both had their father's deep-set dark brown eyes—and both had been born with the ability to look straight through her. At fourteen Tom was growing by leaps and bounds, a gangly youth with feet too big for his body. He hadn't grown into his height, and had become painfully self-conscious. This was an awkward stage filled with frustrations and raging hormones. They'd once been close, but that had all changed in the past few months. Tom barely talked to her now, no longer sharing confidences the way he used to. Often he was sullen and angry for no apparent reason. His attitude worried Molly; she sensed he was keeping something from her. She tried not to think about it, but every now and then the fear that he was experimenting with drugs or running with the wrong crowd would enter her mind and refuse to go away.

Clay, at eleven, was a younger version of his brother. Neither boy had inherited her auburn hair or clear blue eyes. Both resembled their father's side of the family—dark-haired and dark-eyed. Not that Daniel's family had revealed much interest in her sons. But then, neither had Daniel.

"That was about Dad, wasn't it?" Tom asked, his eyes locked on hers. His shoulders stiffened as though he was bracing himself for her response. The situation with Daniel hadn't been easy on any of them. They'd seen his name in the newspapers and on television night after night for weeks, that whole time the trial was taking place.

"The call wasn't about your father," Molly answered carefully. The kids had been through enough because of Daniel. He'd never been a good father, any more than he'd been a good husband; he had, in fact, left her for another woman. But she'd say one thing for him: until a year ago he'd faithfully paid child support. The payments had stopped when Daniel's troubles had begun. His legal problems had eventually led to financial problems for her and the boys.

"What did Dad do this time?" Tom demanded, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. It was a look Molly recognized, a look that said Tom, with his newly developed teenage cynicism, wasn't about to believe any adult. Especially his mother…

"I told you this has nothing to do with your father!" It bothered Molly that her son would assume she'd lie to him. There was nothing she abhorred more than lying. Daniel had taught her and their children more than enough on that subject. "I wouldn't lie to you."

"Then what's wrong?" Clay moved into the kitchen and Molly held out her arms to her youngest son. Clay didn't object to an occasional hug, but Tom had let it be known he was much too old for that sort of thing—and much too cool to display affection toward his mother. She respected his wishes, and at the same time longed for the times when they could share a simple hug.

"It's Gramps," she said. Her throat started to close and she couldn't say more.

Clay wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and pressed his head to her shoulder. Molly sighed deeply.

"Is Gramps sick?" Tom asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. He paced restlessly, back and forth across the kitchen floor. It'd become a habit of his lately, a particularly irritating one. Oh, yes, Molly thought, sighing again. The last twelve months had been hard on all of them. Tom seemed to be having the toughest time coping with everything—the public humiliation of his father's trial for fraud, the lack of any extra money and then the move from a spacious three-bedroom house to a cramped two-bedroom apartment. But this place was the best she could do, and his dissatisfaction underscored her own feelings of inadequacy.

"Gramps's heart is giving him trouble," Molly finally answered. She spoke in a low toneless voice.

"Are we going to go see him?"

Molly brushed the hair from Clay's brow and gazed down on his sweet boyish face. "I don't know yet."

"But, Mom, don't you want to?" Tom cried.

That hurt. Of course she did. Desperately. If she had the choice, she'd be on the first plane out. "Oh, Tom, how can you ask me that? I'd give anything to be with Gramps."

"Then let's go. We can leave tonight." Tom headed toward the bedroom he shared with his younger brother, as if the only thing they needed to do was toss a few clothes in a suitcase and walk out the door.

"We can't," she said, shaking her head, disheartened once again by the reality of their situation.

"Why not?" Tom's voice was scornful.

"I don't have enough—"

"Money," her oldest son finished for her. He slammed his fist against the kitchen counter and Molly winced, knowing that the action must have been painful. "I hate money! Every time we want to do something or need something, we can't, and all because of money."

Molly pulled out a kitchen chair and sagged into it, her energy gone, her spirits deflated by anger and self-pity.

"It's not Mom's fault," Clay muttered, placing his skinny arm around her shoulders, comforting her.

"I don't know what to do," Molly said, thinking out loud.

"If you wanted to go by yourself," Tom offered with a show of reluctance, "I could baby-sit Clay."

"I don't need a baby-sitter," Clay insisted. "I can take care of myself." He glared at his older brother, challenging Tom to proclaim otherwise.

"I can't leave now, with or without you boys," Molly told them sadly. She had less than twenty dollars in her checking account. It was the all-too-familiar scenario—too much month at the end of her money.

"I remember Gramps," Tom said suddenly. "At least I think I do."

The last time Molly had visited the ranch was shortly after her divorce almost ten years ago. Her grandmother, who'd already been ill at the time with a fast-spreading cancer, had died shortly afterward. Gramps had asked Molly to come live with him, and for a while she'd seriously considered the invitation. She told herself now that if she'd had any sense, she would have taken him up on his offer. She might actually have done it if she'd managed to find work. Fluent in both French and German, Molly was employed on a contract basis by an import agency. Unfortunately there wasn't much call for her skills in the cattle country of western Montana.

During that visit Tom had been four and Clay still in diapers. Whatever memories Tom had were more likely the stories she'd told him about the ranch. Tucked against the foothills of the Bitterroot Mountains, the Broken Arrow was one of the lonely ranches scattered through the Flathead River valley. Molly often talked about it, especially after a letter arrived from Gramps. There weren't many, only two or three a year. Her grandmother had been the one who'd taken care of family correspondence. Molly had discovered that Gramps hated talking on the phone even more than he hated writing letters; nevertheless, he made the effort to keep in touch with her. Each one of his letters was read countless times and treasured. Losing his lifelong love had devastated him, and even now, nine years after her passing, Gramps mentioned his wife in every single letter, every conversation.

Molly always answered his letters and routinely mailed him pictures of the boys. Over the years they'd talked on the phone a number of times but their conversations had obviously been uncomfortable for him.

Gramps never had been much of a talker, nor was he like the stereotypical kindly old characters who populated kids' storybooks. Nope, he was actually a bit of a curmudgeon. He yelled into the telephone as if he thought that was necessary in order to be heard and fretted constantly over what the call was costing.

No small man, he stood a good six-two and weighed at least two hundred pounds. Four-year-old Tom had found his appearance so scary that he'd clung to her leg the first few days of their visit. Clay had buried his face in her shoulder and wailed the instant Gramps came into view. Her grandfather didn't have the slightest idea how intimidating he could be to small boys.

Had it really been nine years since she'd last seen him? It seemed impossible, yet she knew it was true.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2002

    I could not put this book down!!!!!!

    This book was completely riveting. I could not waite to see what happened next. It took me two days to read this book . I read it twice. The characters in this book was so believable and I could see the ranch as I was reading. I felt like I was there with them watching. I recommend this book to anyone who is in love with falling in love. greeeeeeeat book!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2013

    Great book

    Love this book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2013

    Great Book

    Once I started the book~I couldn't put it down!

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  • Posted February 25, 2010

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    Heartwarming

    A good romance and ranching novel, the suspense, not so much, especially the forced "twist"

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2001

    Great Book

    I am a first time reader of Ms. Macomber and I really enjoyed this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2013

    Loved it

    I am a huge Debbie Macomber fan and as expected this did not disappoint

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  • Posted April 30, 2013

    You will laugh, cry, and fall in love with Molly & Sam. Gre

    You will laugh, cry, and fall in love with Molly & Sam. Great story and one I will read again.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2013

    highly recommend

    Good Book. Enjoyed reading from start to finish.

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  • Posted March 7, 2013

    This was such a great book. It was so hard to put it down. I lov

    This was such a great book. It was so hard to put it down. I love Debbie Macomber's books. This one did make you feel you were right there through it all... Can't wait for the next one...

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  • Posted March 1, 2013

    Wonderul

    As Always she writes wonderful stories.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2006

    GOOD STORY-BUT

    THIS STORY IS A GOOD ONE BUT COULD HAVE BEEN MUCH BETTER WITH A MORE BELEIVABLE PLOT. STANDARD CHARACTERS COULD HAVE USED SOME VARIETY STILL WORTH READING.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2001

    An Excellent Read

    Montana is a novel I couldn't put down until the very last page. The author skillfully mixes a single mother of two boys, a ranch foreman who is ashamed to have served a term in the state pen in with a dying grandfather, a fanatical group of militia like those at Ruby Ridge in with a lawyer who is in love with a prostitue and comes up with a very belivable story. A Montana family ranch is going belly up. Rustlers are trying to make the owner sell until the foreman pulls some suprising tricks that makes the story end like Roman candles on the Fourth of July. This is a Zane Gray thriller set in modern times! You won't be sorry you bought this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2000

    A disappointing read from a master of romance

    Predictable characters, a worn, skimpy plot and improbable villains mar this Macomber novel.

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