Paradise Valley

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"A wonderful, absorbing read, with characters to capture the heart of the imagination...it's a romance not to be missed."—Heather Graham on Outlaw Hearts

"Stop! Or I'll shoot your hat off."

Maggie Tucker has just gone through hell. Outlaws murdered her husband, looted their camp, and terrorized Maggie before leaving her lost and alone in the wilds of Wyoming. She isn't about to let another strange man get ...

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Overview

"A wonderful, absorbing read, with characters to capture the heart of the imagination...it's a romance not to be missed."—Heather Graham on Outlaw Hearts

"Stop! Or I'll shoot your hat off."

Maggie Tucker has just gone through hell. Outlaws murdered her husband, looted their camp, and terrorized Maggie before leaving her lost and alone in the wilds of Wyoming. She isn't about to let another strange man get close enough to harm her.

Sage Lightfoot, owner of Paradise Valley ranch, his hunting for the men who killed his best ranch hand. But what he finds is a beautiful, bedraggled woman digging a grave. And pointing a pistol at his heart.

From that moment on, Sage will do anything to protect the strong-yet-vulnerable Maggie. Together, they'll embark on a life-changing journey along the dangerous Outlaw Trail, risking their lives...and their love.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Bittner (Wildest Dreams) takes on the dangers of 1886 Wyoming as a couple fall in love despite the odds. When Paradise Valley ranch owner Sage Lightfoot encounters Maggie Tucker on his land, she’s nearly done burying her husband—who’s been killed by a trio of Sage’s former employees. Raped by the fugitives and grieving her husband, Maggie doesn’t trust Sage at first, but she joins forces with him when she realizes that he’s just as anxious to bring the criminals to justice. After Maggie and Sage start hunting the outlaws, a series of crises befall them: Sage is attacked by a grizzly bear, one of the fugitives shoots Maggie with an arrow, and then Maggie is kidnapped. Amid all the drama, Sage falls for Maggie and she for him, even as she fears she may be pregnant by one of the rapists. The unrelenting lineup of disasters comes across as overly melodramatic, but strong characterization helps to balance it out. Agent: Maura Kye-Casella, Don Congdon Associates. (July)
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"One of the most powerful voices in western romance returns with a gritty, earthly, moving love story that captures the true spirit of the West. Bittner sweeps readers away with a powerful tale." - RT Book Reviews

"There's danger at every turn in Bittner's exciting tale of romance in the Old West, and readers will find themselves wrapped up in the adventure." - Booklist Online

"I'm a fan of western romances, and this book certainly was interesting. I liked the author's writing style, and her description of the wild west of the 1880's." - Punya Reviews

"It is apparent that the hero and heroine both have secrets and hurts that make their happy-ever-after all the more sweeter for readers." - Debs Book Bag

"In closing, I can only be thrilled to have found a new to me author who knows what to do with a historical western romance and recommend it to those who love equal balance between the western and the romance like myself. " - Delighted Reader

"I really loved this book. It was a true Western in the best way possible. " - Books Like Breathing

"I look forward to whats to come from Bittner. " - Debbie's Book Bag

"I read this book in one night!" - My Book Addiction

"There is tension, danger, anger, and love all combined in this story and the characters are compelling." - Long and Short Reviews

"Rosanne Bittner delivers action, and blends two souls each with an undying spirit." - Book Loons

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781402280979
  • Publisher: Sourcebooks, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 7/2/2013
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 333,432
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.80 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Award-winning novelist Rosanne Bittner is highly acclaimed for her thrilling love stories and historical authenticity. Her epic romances span the West-from Canada to Mexico, Missouri to California-and are often based on Roseanne's personal visits to each setting. She lives in Michigan with her husband and two sons.
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Wyoming... Mid-May 1886...

Maggie paused to push back a strand of hair, hoping she'd dug the hole deep enough. Lord knew she was accustomed to hard work, but this was the first time the dirt and blisters on her hands came from digging a grave. Worse-it was her husband she was burying.

Shrugging off an urge to give up, she began shoveling again, not daring to stop for too long for fear her arms would give out. She flung more dirt high and to the left, then used her foot to push the point of the shovel into the wall of dirt at one end, starting another wedge in order to carve more soil to make the grave longer. The ground in these western plains didn't give like the soft earth of the old farm back home.

Dig-fling-dig-fling-over and over. With every shovel full of dirt she flung out of the grave she vowed to get revenge on the evil men who'd attacked her and James. Lord knew James Tucker had not been the easiest man to live with, and she'd never loved him the way she suspected a woman ought to love a man, but he'd treated her well. He didn't deserve to die the way he did, and she, by God, didn't deserve what happened afterward. There were moments when she wished that the filth who'd shot James had killed her too, but anger bolstered her determination not to cry or be ashamed.

Finally, groaning with exhaustion, she tossed the shovel up and out of the grave, then collapsed against a dirt wall and studied the length of the hole. Lord, let it be long enough. What a horror it would be to bury James all bent up because he didn't fit. And what if his body was already too stiff to bend at all?

Using what little strength she had left, she reached up and grasped the tall grass at the edge of the grave, hanging on as she dug her toes into the sidewall and gradually worked her way up and out of the gaping hole. She rolled onto her back and watched the rising sun turn from a huge red ball on the endless eastern horizon to its full yellow glory, bringing warmth to her aching body.

In spite of warmer weather, the nights were still bone-cold in this high country, and so far, the days still carried a spring chill. It felt good to lie here with the sun on her face. She struggled to banish the horror of last night, reminding herself that she was at least alive, able to breathe the morning air. An inner pride and stubbornness convinced her that what happened to her could not change who she was-Maggie McPhee Tucker, and proud of it. She was not about to let this bring her down.

A puffy cloud drifted by.

James, why didn't you listen to me and take up with a wagon train so we wouldn't be alone?

Grimacing, she rolled to her knees and managed to stand. She walked over to where James lay with a tiny hole in the center of his chest from a gunshot wound. One little hole, and life was ended. How could men be so callous and cruel as those who'd done this?

And after me cooking for those awful men-James offering our hospitality.

It didn't seem right that God allowed such deliberate killers to exist. She prayed she would find a way to make them die like James died. She'd done plenty of hunting with her father back in Missouri. She knew how to track game. It couldn't be much harder to track men, could it?

She headed for the canvas-covered wagon that had brought them this far and managed to find a flour sack among the remnants of what was left after the outlaws looted their supplies. She carried the sack over to where James lay and knelt down to kiss his forehead before pulling the sack over his head. She felt sick to her stomach as she tightened the drawstring around his neck. She couldn't bear to put him in that hole and throw dirt on his face. Once she got him into the hole, she'd throw a blanket over the rest of him before filling in the grave.

James was a stout man... short, big around, with wide shoulders and muscled arms. Moving his body would not be easy, but it had to be done. Mustering every ounce of her remaining strength, Maggie grasped him by the ankles and dragged his body to the side of the grave. She stood back then and judged the hole to be long enough. She could only pray it was deep enough to keep the coyotes and wolves away.

She knelt beside James and touched his shoulder. "I'm sorry, James. I could have loved you more. Lord knows you didn't know much about how to love somebody, but I never turned you away in the night or treated you bad or ever caused you any shame or tribulation. I came out here with no complaint. I don't know if I'll ever go back home, but I promise that before I do, I'll find the men who did this to you."

She rose and prayed the Lord's Prayer, then asked God to take James home to heaven. "He was a hard worker, Lord, and an honest man." She leaned down then and managed to push James into the grave. He landed face down. Refusing to bury him that way, Maggie took a deep breath and climbed into the hole. She managed to turn his body over, then scrambled back out, walked to the wagon, and pulled out a blanket to cover the body. She carried it over to the grave and tried to shake it open, but her fiercely aching arms would not even allow that much movement. She decided then that since James was at least in a proper grave, she could rest for a few minutes.

Lost in utter exhaustion and grief, she wrapped the blanket into her arms and lay down. Her muscles screamed with pain, and raw blisters burned her palms. She broke into deep sobs, hating to feel so lost and alone and afraid. She didn't like weakness. She'd never had room in her life for such things.

Amid the sobs and a battle against dearly needed sleep, she heard the soft thud of horse's hooves. Startled, Maggie's tears left her, and she bolted upright to see a broad-shouldered man sitting nearby on an equally broad-chested horse. He looked down at her, the afternoon sun behind him so that his face remained a shadow under his wide-brimmed hat.

"Ma'am? Can I help you?" he asked in a deep voice.

Maggie jumped up, realizing that she'd been so engrossed in the chore of burying James that she hadn't noticed anyone approaching, never even heard anything. How had he snuck up on her like this? She clung to the blanket and backed away, fear kicking in. Her recent ordeal with other strangers stabbed at her gut, and she turned and ran to her wagon, quickly pulling out an old Sharp's carbine that once belonged to her father. It was the only gun left behind by her abductors. It took all the strength she could muster in her overworked arms to raise the rifle and point it at the stranger.

"What do you want?" she demanded. "I'll have you know I've shot bears with this gun! I know how to use it real good!"

The stranger raised his arms outward. "I asked if I could help. I'm not here to hurt you. It's obvious something terrible happened, ma'am. There's a man dead, your dress is ripped up pretty bad, and your face is bruised."

Maggie realized then that her dress was torn half off in front, some of the skirt ripped away, revealing the one and only slip she'd worn, and showing some of her camisole. She struggled against deep embarrassment.

"I... you... throw your guns over here, and then we can talk," she ordered.

The man grinned a little.

He probably thinks I'm just a silly, helpless thing. "I mean it!" she spoke aloud. "I'll shoot your hat off! Do you want to take the risk of me firing so close to your head? I'm tired and hurting. My aim might be off!"

"Take it easy." The man lowered one hand, gripped the butt of his own rifle, and pulled it from its boot, then threw it aside. Keeping his left hand in the air, he pulled a six-gun from his holster and threw that aside also. "Now, put that thing down and rest. I'll finish filling in that grave for you."

"What's your name?"

"Name's Sage Lightfoot, and you're on my land. You could ride for miles more and still be on my land. This is my ranch-called Paradise Valley. I'm after some men who killed my best foreman and stole money from me. Figured maybe the same men made your acquaintance in an unpleasant way."

Maggie sidestepped her way to where his guns lay, keeping her own rifle in her right hand, while she picked up the man's six-gun and wrapped a couple of fingers into the trigger guard on his rifle, then managed to back away with all three weapons. She threw the rifles into the back of her wagon, but kept his six-gun and faced him with it. She'd never fired a six-gun in her life, and though she hated to admit it, the big man looking at her could probably jump off his horse and get the better of her easily, the shape she was in. He darn well knew it too, but he didn't make his move.

"I suppose they might be the same men," she answered him. She stepped a little closer, able to see him clearly now in the bright afternoon sun. His eyes were dark, set in a finely chiseled face. He was a big man, unusually handsome, and there was an honesty in his eyes that made her feel a little calmer in his presence. "All right. I... I guess I don't have much choice but to trust you... and I could use the help." She finally lowered the six-gun, her arms so tired she simply couldn't keep it aimed at the man any longer. "I'm Maggie... McPhee... Tucker..." The words trailed off as she felt blackness envelop her. The gun fell from her hand, and gravel stung her face as she hit the ground. Seconds later, she felt someone lifting her, then soft quilts beneath her, then more blankets covering her.

"Ma'am, you're in sore need of rest."

Maggie managed to open her eyes for just a moment, long enough to realize she was inside the wagon. All three weapons lay near her. The man left them, apparently, to reassure her she needn't worry about his motives. She heard a horse whinny, and that's all she remembered before drifting into sleep. She would later wonder if it was truly sleep, or if she'd simply passed out from shock and overexertion.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2013

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    "Sorry I haven't been on..." Julianna says, swatting at a mosquito. ((Family stuff.)) "Where two next?"

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    "To christmas res one. I am not gonna post there but while you guys are there you can anything you want. It is christmas time after all...."

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  • Posted August 6, 2013

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    I usually do not like historicals, but this is one historical I

    I usually do not like historicals, but this is one historical I could not put down!! Sage Lightfoot is an outlaw turned law-abiding citizen, but he has not forgotten his old way of life. He is tough as nails and then some, but when he stumbles upon Maggie Tucker her very unfortunate situation touches him in a way nothing has in a while. He is instantly enthralled with her and is even willing to let her come along for the ride of her life as they both seek revenge against the same people. Maggie is a young woman who has never experienced real love from anyone, but that does not keep her from being independent, strong-willed, and determined. The character traits Maggie shows in this book will win the hearts of readers who enjoy a strong heroine. Sage’s character is just as determined and strong and will not disappoint for those who love a big, bad, sensitive hero.

    Rosanne Bittner does an excellent job in describing the settings throughout the book and throughout Sage and Maggie’s journey. This book is not for the faint of heart as it does have some cursing, alludes to prostitution and rape, as well as murder, but all are written in ways you should not be offended, but should be able to easily relate to what is developing in the story of Sage and Maggie. I read this book in one night! I was completely hooked from page one – this is a great historical read with some western flair, lots of action and a hint of suspense.

    RATING: 4.5

    HEAT RATING: Hot

    REVIEWED BY: A. Lyn

    REVIEW COURTESY OF: My Book Addiction and More

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  • Posted July 25, 2013

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    Another beautiful story by Rosanne. Her books keep you so intere

    Another beautiful story by Rosanne. Her books keep you so interested you can't put them down. I'm so glad Sage made the right decision. Love your books from Kim Cornwell 

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