The Rancher's Homecoming (Harlequin American Romance Series #1458) [NOOK Book]

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A Time To Rebuild

It's gone—everything Annie Hennessey, and two generations of Hennesseys before her, had worked so hard to build. The devastating forest fire didn't just claim her family's Sweetheart Inn—it also burned half a town whose livelihood is wedding tourism. Now the struggle to rebuild is just beginning, and Sam Wyler's sudden reappearance isn't going to make ...

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The Rancher's Homecoming (Harlequin American Romance Series #1458)

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Overview

A Time To Rebuild

It's gone—everything Annie Hennessey, and two generations of Hennesseys before her, had worked so hard to build. The devastating forest fire didn't just claim her family's Sweetheart Inn—it also burned half a town whose livelihood is wedding tourism. Now the struggle to rebuild is just beginning, and Sam Wyler's sudden reappearance isn't going to make things any easier on Annie.

Nine years ago, Annie and Sam were deeply in love. When he left to seek his fortune, Annie couldn't forgive him. Now Sam, widowed with a young daughter, is back and eager to help the town recover. But Annie needs more than bricks and builders to heal her proud and wounded heart. Could the love they once shared hold the key?

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460315934
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 7/1/2013
  • Series: Sweetheart, Nevada Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 87,904
  • File size: 280 KB

Meet the Author


For the past 18 years Cathy McDavid has been juggling a family, a job and writing and doing pretty well at it except for the housecleaning part. "Mostly" retired from the corporate business world, she writes full-time from her home in Scottsdale, AZ, near the breath-taking McDowell Mountains. Her twins have "mostly" left home, returning every now and then to raid her refrigerators. On weekends, she heads to her cabin in the mountains, always taking her laptop with her

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Six weeks since the fire and the lingering smell of smoke still burned like acid in the back of her throat. Annie Hennessy covered her mouth and nose, remembering the days immediately following the fire when they were forced to wear face masks and hazmat suits as they waded through the waist-deep ruins of the inn that had been in her family for the past fifty years.

Like then, she bit back the sobs, afraid even letting one escape would cause her to break down entirely. Where would she and her daughter be then? Her mother and grandmother? Homeless, probably. Or living on the generosity of some relative.

Annie took a tentative step forward, wincing as something crunched beneath the sole of her hiking boot. She dreaded looking down but did anyway.

The charred remains of a picture frame lay in her path, barely recognizable. Whichever room the painting had once hung in was anyone's guess. During the fire, the roof caved in on the second floor, which had then collapsed onto the first floor.

Only the foundation, parts of the exterior walls and a few blackened ceiling beams remained. All the precious heirlooms, antiques, furnishings and mementoes the Hennessy women had collected over the past half century had been reduced to a giant pile of rubble in a matter of minutes.

No, not everything. As Annie took another step forward, something metallic peeked out from beneath a plank of wood.

Squatting down, she shoved aside the plank, mindless of the grime smearing her hands. One by one, her fingers closed around the object, and her pulse quickened. Why hadn't she noticed this before today?

Like a miner discovering a diamond in a barren field, she unearthed the discolored desk bell and held it up to catch the late-afternoon sunlight streaming in from overhead. For as long as she could remember, this bell had sat atop the lobby desk. Hundreds, no, thousands of guests had rung it.

Another piece of Annie's shattered heart broke off.

She clutched the bell to her chest and waited for the strength to rise in her. She would add this to her collection of salvaged treasures. A metal comb, a silver teapot, an iron hinge to the storeroom door, to name a few.

Annie fought her way across the piles of crumbling debris covering the former lobby floor. Staying here another minute was impossible. Why did she insist on torturing herself by stopping every day on her drive home from work?

Because this was her home. Not the tiny two-bedroom apartment in town where she and her family currently resided.

Bracing her free hand on the front entrance door frame, she propelled herself through the opening and across the lawn, filling her lungs with much-needed clean air.

Her SUV stood where she'd left it, in what had been the inn's parking lot. The vehicle, a pea-green all-wheel-drive monstrosity, bore the logo of the Nevada Division of Forestry on its driver's side door.

Annie had started working for the NDF only last week and considered herself one of the lucky few. She'd gotten a job, low paying as it was. Too many of her friends and fellow residents were unable to find employment or even a place to live.

For the Hennessys' inn wasn't the only structure in Sweetheart, Nevada, that succumbed to the fire's insatiable hunger. Nine thousand acres of pristine mountain wilderness and two-thirds of the town's homes and businesses were destroyed—along with all of their livelihoods and very way of life.

Once behind the wheel, Annie didn't head to the apartment. Instead, she took the road out of town. Her mother wasn't expecting her for another hour. And as much as Annie wanted to see her beautiful daughter, she needed a few moments of solitude in a place that had escaped the fire. A place where her spirit could mend.

She slapped the visor down as she turned west. Before the fire, she hadn't needed to shade her eyes. The towering ponderosa pines on both sides of the road would have blocked the sun's glare. Now, a sea of scorched trunks and branches stretched for miles. Every hundred feet or so, a single tree stood, lush and green and miraculously spared.

What Annie wouldn't give to have her family's inn be like those surviving trees.

This wasn't just the town where she'd grown up and the inn her place of work. Her roots ran deep. According to her grandmother, the Hennessy line went all the way back to the first settlers.

Shortly after the gold rush of 1849, a wagon train passed through the Sierra Nevada Mountains. On it, two young passengers met and fell in love. When the wagon train stopped in what was now Sweetheart, the man proposed to the woman. They married in California but returned to the spot where they'd become engaged to settle and raise a family. The next year, the man discovered gold. Word traveled and people arrived. The small town that sprang up was called Sweetheart after its first settlers and founders of the mine.

Many of the businesses in town, including Annie's family's, capitalized on the legend. To Annie, it was more than just a story, it was her heritage.

Ten minutes later, she stopped the SUV at the security gate blocking the entrance to the Gold Nugget Ranch and got out. Several years earlier, after the ranch had been closed to the public, the caretaker had entrusted Annie's family with a spare key. She was supposed to use it only for emergencies.

She considered mending her broken spirit as good an emergency as any.

To her surprise, she found the gate closed but padlock hanging open. Had Emmett been here and forgotten to secure the lock when he left? Doubtful. The caretaker was as dependable as ants at a picnic. But what other explanation could there be?

Returning to her SUV, she navigated the steep and winding mile-long dirt road to the ranch. Even before she got there, she spotted an unfamiliar Chevy dually pickup parked near the sprawling front porch.

The truck was empty. So was the porch. Whoever was here must be inside or out back. But why would they have a key to the gate?

Annie strode determinedly across the dirt and gravel yard to the porch steps. Every inch of the house and grounds was familiar to her. Not only had she visited on countless occasions, she'd seen it over and over while watching syndicated reruns of The Forty-Niners on TV.

The front door stood partially ajar and creaked loudly when she pushed it open. Her footsteps echoed ghostlike as she crossed the empty parlor.

"Hello? Anybody here?"

She should be nervous. The stranger prowling the house or grounds might be a vandal or a thief or even an ax murderer. Except what ax murderer drove a fireengine-red pickup truck?

Maybe a real estate agent was here showing the ranch to a prospective buyer. It had been for sale the past several years, though there had been few lookers and no serious offers. Despite the ranch's claim to fame—a location used to film The Forty-Niners for eight years during the late '60s and early '70s—and a much reduced price, it was a bit of a white elephant.

Annie was secretly glad. For as long as she could remember, it had been her dream to buy the iconic ranch.

Since the fire, her only dream was to survive each day.

At a noise from above, she started toward the staircase. "Hello!" Taking hold of the dusty newel post, she let her gaze travel the steps to the second floor.

A figure emerged from the shadows. A man. He wore jeans and boots and a black cowboy hat was pulled low over his brow.

Even so, she instantly recognized him, and her damaged heart beat as though it was brand-new.

Sam! He was back. After nine years.

Why? And what was he doing at the Gold Nugget?

"Annie?" He started down the stairs, the confused expression on his face changing to one of recognition. "It's you!"

Suddenly nervous, she retreated. If he hadn't seen her, she'd have run.

No, that was a stupid reaction. She wasn't young and vulnerable anymore. She was thirty-four. The mother of a three-year-old child. Grown. Confident. Strong.

And yet, the door beckoned. He'd always had that effect on her, been able to strip away her defenses.

A rush of irritation, more at herself than him, galvanized her. "What are you doing here?"

Ignoring her question, he descended the stairs, his boots making contact with the wooden steps one at a time. Lord, it seemed to take forever.

This wasn't, she recalled, the first time he'd kept her waiting. Or the longest.

At last he stood before her, tall, handsome and every inch the rugged cowboy she remembered.

"Hey, girl, how are you? I wasn't sure you still lived in Sweetheart."

He spoke with an ease that gave no hint of those last angry words they'd exchanged. He even used his once familiar endearment for her and might have swept her into a hug if Annie didn't step to the side.

"Still here."

"I heard about the inn." Regret filled his voice. "I'm sorry."

"Me, too." She lifted her chin. "We're going to rebuild. As soon as we settle with the insurance company."

"You look good." His gaze never left her face, for which she was glad. He didn't seem to notice her rumpled and soiled khaki uniform. Her hair escaping her ponytail and hanging in limp tendrils. Her lack of makeup. "Th-thank you."

"Been a while."

"Quite a while."

His blue eyes transfixed her, as they always had, and she felt her bones melt.

Dammit! Her entire world had fallen apart the past six weeks. She didn't need Sam showing up, kicking at the pieces.

"What are you doing here?" she said, repeating her earlier question. "How did you get in?"

"The real estate agent gave me the keys." He held them up in an offering of proof, his potent grin disarming her. "I always liked this place."

He had. They'd come here often when they were dating. She'd show him the areas off-limits to tourists, all the while going on and on about her plans to buy the ranch and turn it into a bed-and-breakfast. Plans Sam had shared.

Now he was here, holding the keys.

He couldn't possibly be interested in purchasing the place. He lived in Northern California. Worked there. Had a wife and daughter there, the last she'd heard.

"How's your mom and grandmother?" he asked.

"Fine." She wouldn't admit the truth. None of them were fine after losing everything and they wore their scars each in their own way. "I have a daughter now. She's three."

His smile changed and became softer. "I'm happy for you. You always wanted kids. Your husband from Sweetheart?"

"Yes." She swallowed. "We're not married anymore." Good grief. What had possessed her to admit that?

"A shame." Emotions difficult to read flashed in his eyes. "Losing a spouse is hard."

He said it as if he had firsthand experience.

"I'm managing," she admitted. "We're managing."

"Maybe you can let me in on the secret."

"You're divorced?"

"Widowed. My wife died a year and a half ago."

"Oh, Sam." Her heart nearly stopped. "A drunk driver ran the light."

She'd never known the woman but felt bad for the late Mrs. Wyler and for Sam. Having one's life implode was something she understood.

"That must have been awful for you."

He nodded and glanced toward the empty kitchen with its large picture window. "My daughter's here with me. She's out back. I should probably find her. I told the real estate agent I'd meet her in town at five to sign the papers."

Sign the papers! Even as Annie's mind formed the thought, he spoke it out loud.

"We're scheduled to close escrow tomorrow. I'm the new owner of the Gold Nugget."

Sam followed Annie out onto the porch, only to pause and watch her as she composed herself. He hadn't thought she'd take the news of him buying the Gold Nugget so hard. The sight of her features crumbling would stay with him always.

He leaned his back against one of the thick columns, giving her space. Like the ranch house and barn, the columns were constructed from indigenous pines harvested when the land was originally cleared. According to the plaque mounted by the entrance, that occurred more than two decades before ground was broken on the Sweetheart Inn.

He should, he realized much too late, have chosen his words more kindly. Annie loved the Gold Nugget almost as much as she did her family's inn. He'd been surprised to see the ranch listed for sale, assuming she and her mother would have purchased it years ago.

Annie had always been able to trip him up without even trying. A glance, a touch, a softly whispered response and his concentration went out the window.

Nine years, and she still had that effect on him.

Maybe buying the Gold Nugget wasn't such a good idea after all.

Sam instantly changed his mind. He'd returned to Sweetheart with a purpose, and unintentionally hurting Annie's feelings wouldn't stop him from fulfilling it.

"I'd like to see you while I'm here."

She halted midstep and sent him a look intended to cut him down to size.

"Not a date," he clarified. "To catch up. And to pick your brain."

"I have enough on my plate with rebuilding the inn," she answered tersely. "You can't expect me to be a part of whatever it is you've planned for the ranch."

"Not just the ranch. The entire town, too, and the people in it."

"I don't understand."

"I want to help, Annie."

Unaffected by his attempted sincerity, she narrowed her green eyes. "With what?"

"Rebuilding Sweetheart."

"Is this a joke?"

"I've hired a construction contractor to remodel the Gold Nugget."

"Remodel it!"

"Into a working cattle ranch. One where the guests can enjoy the full cowboy experience, not just go on rides."

"Full cowboy experience?"

"Yeah. Herd cattle, vaccinate calves, repair fences, clear trails, clean stalls if they want. I'm also planning monthly roping and team penning competitions for the adults and gymkhanas for the kids."

She shook her head in disbelief. "What person would want to clean horse stalls on their vacation?"

"You'd be surprised."

He understood her reservations. All of the local businesses had depended on the wedding trade. Florist shop, tuxedo rental, wedding boutique, caterers, photographers. Not to mention restaurants specializing in romantic candlelit dinners or those with large banquet rooms for receptions.

A guest ranch would have been a ridiculous idea and unnecessary if not for the fire. The same fire that Sam and his crew of Hotshot firefighters had fought and failed to prevent from ravaging the town.

Not his crew. He alone was responsible.

His stomach still clenched at the memory of that day. His anger at his commanding officer, his fear for the citizens' safety, the helplessness he'd felt when the wind changed direction and the fire leaped the ravine. The sorrow for all that was lost and could have been saved.

"There are only a handful of really great working guest ranches in this part of the country. Add to that the popularity of The Forty-Niners, and I think the ranch will be booked to capacity year-round."

"No, it won't. Sweetheart is where people come to get married. We perform a hundred wedding ceremonies every month."

"Where people did come. How many ceremonies have been performed since the fire?"

She clamped her mouth shut, saying nothing. No need for it; they both knew the answer. Zero. A measly six weeks had passed and already Sweetheart was dying on the vine. Without a miracle, it would wither away into nothing.

Sam wasn't about to let that happen and possessed the drive and the resources to prevent it.

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  • Posted July 8, 2013

    This was a very good story.  I enjoyed Annie and Sam.  Both tryi

    This was a very good story.  I enjoyed Annie and Sam.  Both trying to get beyond the mistakes they made with each other in the past and the bad relationships that came after.  Sam's guilt over what he felt was his part in the destruction of Sweetheart was very difficult for him to deal with and then express to Annie.  Annie, with her family history and her past with Sam, felt she had to guard and hold her heart tightly but finally realized that when you love, you must also trust.  And with their daughters, they try to become a new family.  A true story of rebuilding on many levels.

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  • Posted July 6, 2013

    4 STARS I liked this story. It could have been are town last su

    4 STARS

    I liked this story. It could have been are town last summer burning, We got lucky and only had to leave for a day but others surrounding are city were not so lucky.
    There was fire around Sweetheart, Nevada. The surrounding land and some businesses were burnt down. They were a town that built on marriages. The whole town is hurting for business. Sam feels guilty that he could not save town he used to live in. He was in charge of one group of firefighters and had to watch it burn down.

    Sam wants to help the town rebuild and bring tourists back to town. He received a huge settlement after his wife's car accident where she died. Sam bought the Gold Nugget ranch which was made famous because a tv series was filmed their. Sam plans to open it up for tourists that want a cowboy vacation. He plans to spend the summer there with his 8 year old daughter Lyndsey. Then return to his father-in-laws ranch in California.

    Annie family inn burnt down. Her grandmother, mom, Nessa her 3 year old and her are living in a small apartment. She is lucky to have found a job and a place to live. It is more than others have now. Her mother is depressed over the losses. Her granny Orla is having memory losses. Annie has her hands full. She likes to escape and visit the Gold Nugget over the years but today is surprised to run into Sam there.

    Annie and Sam had dated pretty serious before he left to go take a job in California. Annie refused to go with him. After awhile long distance they broke up. Sam got married a few months later.

    Lyndsey found some baby raccoons that were starving only two of them alive. With Annie's help got the kits started on the path of recovery. Lyndsey loved the animals that her father was bringing to the ranch. They were helping her to cope with the loss of her mother and grow closer to her father. Lyndsey starts caring for more animals that the owners can't keep them or they were lost in the fire.

    Sam brings Lyndsey's pony that she out grew and Nessa likes to ride the pony. Her father wants to take more care of Nessa while Annie is struggling to keep her family together and start to rebuild her family inn.

    I like the main character and also the secondary characters add to the story so much. I wonder who's story is going to be told next.

    This is a nice fast read. As Sam and Annie start to help rebuild their relationship and the town to start hoping business will start again for the town of Sweetheart. I know that their will be at least two more books in this new series. with His Christmas Sweetheart coming in Nov. 2013. I know I want to read and see who the next story is going to be about.

    06/01/2013 PUB. Harlequin Imprint Harlequin American Romance ISBN 9780373754625

    I was given this ebook to read and asked to give honest review of it by Netgalley.

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