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Rancher Lonny Ellison has never known a woman like Joy Fuller. For one thing, she doesn't seem very interested in him, and as a former rodeo cowboy, Lonny's not used to that. Women mobbed the Wyoming Kid during his rodeo days! And another thing. He and Joy--who's a schoolteacher and his sister Letty's best friend--seem to argue constantly.

But it doesn't matter, does it? Because he's not interested in Joy, either.

Wait a minute. Maybe he is. ...

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Overview


Rancher Lonny Ellison has never known a woman like Joy Fuller. For one thing, she doesn't seem very interested in him, and as a former rodeo cowboy, Lonny's not used to that. Women mobbed the Wyoming Kid during his rodeo days! And another thing. He and Joy--who's a schoolteacher and his sister Letty's best friend--seem to argue constantly.

But it doesn't matter, does it? Because he's not interested in Joy, either.

Wait a minute. Maybe he is. At least, that's what Letty seems to think their arguments are all about. Yup, she might have a point there.

Now he has to convince Joy that marriage to the Wyoming Kid will be as exciting as an eight-second bull ride and as sweet as the cookies she loves to bake.


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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781552544938
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 6/1/2009
  • Series: Harlequin American Romance Series
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 80,541
  • File size: 199 KB

Meet the Author

Debbie Macomber

Through both words and deeds, Debbie Macomber inspires women from all walks of life to realize their dreams. Debbie Macomber overcame the obstacles in her own life to become one of the world's most popular writers. She encourages women to achieve the goals that burn in their hearts as fiercely as the desire to become a bestselling novelist did in her own 15 years ago. When Debbie first decided to write a novel, people called her a hopeless dreamer. She had only a high school degree and was dyslexic. She was also the very young mother of four active children. No one believed she had what it took to write a book--except Debbie. She eventually saved enough money to rent an old typewriter, and every night when the children were asleep, she would sit down to write. She wrote for years. But each time she completed a story and mailed it off to a publisher, the manuscript was returned, stamped "rejected." As tough as it was to keep her spirits alive, Debbie never gave up. Five long years and thousands of pages later, she received a letter in the afternoon mail. The letter was from Silhouette Books--and they wanted to buy her story. Her first novel, Heartsong, was published as a Silhouette Inspiration in 1984, and it became the first romance novel ever to be reviewed in Publishers Weekly. Today, Debbie is the internationally acclaimed author of more than 100 novels. Popular around the globe, she receives approximately three thousand letters from readers every month. And she responds personally to each one. She lives with her husband in Port Orchard, Washington. Their children are grown and she is now a proud grandmother.


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
    2. Website:

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The Wyoming Kid


By Debbie Macomber

Center Point Large Print

Copyright © 2006 Debbie Macomber
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9781585477975

His truck shuddering as he hit a rut, Lonny Ellison pulled into the ranch yard and slammed on the brakes. He jumped out of the cab, muttering furiously. In pure frustration, he kicked the side of his Ford Ranger with one scuffed boot. His sister, who was hanging clothes on the line, straightened and watched him approach. No word of greeting, not even a wave, just a little smile. As calm as could be, Letty studied him, which only irritated him more. He blamed her for this. She was the one who had her heart set on Lonny's dating that…that woman. She was also the one who'd been busy trying to do some matchmaking — not that she'd had any success.

It wasn't like Lonny to let a woman rattle him, but Joy Fuller certainly had. This wasn't the first time, either.

He had plenty of cause to dislike her. Two years ago, when she'd moved to Red Springs to take a teaching job, he'd gone out of his way to make her feel welcome in the community. And how had she responded to his overtures of friendship? She'd thumbed her nose at him! He figured he was well rid of her. They'd argued — he couldn't even remember why — and he hadn't spoken to her since. Until today. Friend of Letty's or not, he wasn't about to let Joy Fuller escape theconsequences of what she'd done.

What bothered him most was the complete disrespect Joy had shown him and his vehicle. Why, his truck was in prime condition, his pride and —  No, under the circumstances, he couldn't call it his pride and joy. But he treasured that Ford almost as much as he did his horse.

"What's gotten into you?" Letty asked, completely unruffled by his actions.

"Of all the crazy women in the world, why did it have to be her?"

"And who would that be?" his sister asked mildly.

"Your…your teacher friend. She — " Lonny struggled to find the words. "I'm telling you right now, I'm not letting her get away with this."

Letty's expressive eyes widened and she gave a deep sigh. "For heaven's sake, Lonny, settle down and tell me what happened."

"Look!" he shouted, motioning toward the front of his ten-year-old pickup so his sister could see for herself.

Letty scanned the bumper, but apparently didn't find anything amiss. "What?"

"Here." He pointed, directing her attention to the most recent dent.

"Where?" Letty asked, bending over to examine it more carefully, squinting hard.

"There." If she assumed that being obtuse was amusing him, she was wrong. He stabbed his finger at it again, and then for emphasis ran his hand over it. All right, he'd admit that the truck had its share of nicks and dents. No working rancher drove a vehicle for as many years as he had without collecting a few battle scars. The pickup could use a new front fender, and a paint job wouldn't be a bad idea, but in no way did that minimize what Joy had done.

"This truck is on its last legs, Lonny, or tires, as the case might be."

"You're joking, aren't you? There's another ten years left in the engine." He should've known better than to discuss this with his sister. Women always stuck together.

"You don't mean that tiny dent, do you?" she asked, poking it with her finger.

"Tiny dent!" he repeated, shocked that she didn't see this for what it was. "That tiny dent nearly cost me a whole year off my life!"

"Settle down," Letty said again, "and just tell me what happened." She shook her head. "I don't understand why you're so upset."

To say he was upset was an understatement. He was fit to be tied, and it was Joy Fuller's fault. Lonny liked to think of himself as an easygoing guy. Very rarely did a woman, any woman, rile him the way Joy had. Not only that, she seemed to enjoy it.

"Joy Fuller ran a stop sign," he explained. "She claimed she didn't see it. What kind of idiot misses a stop sign?" Lonny demanded.

"Joy crashed into you?"

"Almost. By the grace of God, I was able to avoid a collision, but in the process I hit the pole."

"What pole?"

He wondered if his sister was doing it on purpose. "The one holding up the stop sign, of course."

Letty just shrugged, which was not the response he was looking for.

Lonny jerked the Stetson off his head, and thrust his fingers through his hair hard enough to pull out several strands. Wincing, he went on with his story. "Then, ever so sweetly, Joy climbs out of her car, tells me she's sorry and asks if there's any damage."

"Gee, I hope you slugged her for that," Letty murmured, rolling her eyes.

Lonny decided to ignore the sarcasm. "Right away, I could see the dent, so I pointed it out to her. But that's not the worst of it," he said, not even trying to keep the indignation out of his voice. "She took one look at my truck and said there were so many dents she couldn't possibly know which one our 'minor incident' had caused." His voice rose as his agitation grew. "That's what she called it — a minor incident."

"What did you say next?" Letty asked.

Kicking the dirt with the toe of his boot, Lonny avoided her gaze. "We exchanged a few words," he admitted reluctantly. That was Joy's fault, too. She seemed to expect him to tell her that all was forgiven. Well, he wasn't forgiving her anything, least of all the damage she'd caused.

When he hadn't fallen under her spell as she'd obviously expected, their argument had quickly heated up. Within moments her true nature was revealed. "She said my truck was a pile of junk." Even now the statement outraged him. Lonny walked around his Ford, muttering, "That's no way for a lady to talk. Not only did Joy insult my vehicle, she insulted me."

This schoolteacher, this city slicker, had no appreciation of country life. That was what you got when the town hired someone like Joy Fuller.You could take the woman out of the city but there was plenty of city left in her.

"Whatever happened, I'm sure Joy's insurance will take care of it," Letty said in that soothing way of hers.

Lonny scowled. Joy had a lot to atone for as far as he was concerned. He slapped his hat back on his head. "You know what else she did? She tried to buy me off!" Even now, the suggestion offended him. "Right there in the middle of the street, in broad daylight. I ask you, do I look like the kind of guy who can be bribed?"

At Letty's raised eyebrows, Lonny continued. "She offered me fifty bucks."

His sister's mouth quivered, and if he didn't know better, Lonny would've thought she was laughing. "I take it you refused," she murmured.

"You bet I refused," he told her. "There's two or three hundred dollars' damage here. Maybe more."

Letty bent over to examine the bumper a second time. "I hate to say this, but it looks more like a fifty-dollar dent to me."

"No way!" Lonny protested, nearly shocked into silence. He could hardly believe that his own flesh and blood didn't recognize the seriousness of this affront to him and his vehicle.

"It seems to me you're protesting far too loud and long over a silly dent. Joy's managed to get your attention — again. Hasn't she?"

Lonny decided to ignore that comment, which he considered unworthy of his sister. All right, he had some history with Joy Fuller, most of it unpleasant. But the past was the past and had nothing to do with the here and now. "I wrote down her license plate number." He yanked a small piece of paper from his shirt pocket and gingerly unfolded it. "She'll be lucky if I don't report her to the police."

"You most certainly will not!" Letty snatched the paper out of his hand. "Joy is one of my best friends and I won't let you treat her so rudely."

"This isn't the woman you know." His sister hadn't seen the same side of the schoolteacher that he had. "This one's tall with eyes that spit nails. There's an evil look about her — I suspect she normally travels by broomstick."

His sister didn't appreciate his attempt at humor. "Oh, for heaven's sake, Joy plays the organ at church on Sundays. You know her as well as I do, so don't try to pretend that you don't."

"I don't know this woman," he announced flatly.

"You have unfinished business with Joy, and that's the reason you're blowing this incident out of all proportion."

Lonny thought it best to ignore that comment, too. He'd finished with Joy a long time ago — and she with him — which suited him just fine. "From the look she gave me, I'd say she's one scary woman. Mean as a rattlesnake." He gave an exaggerated shiver. "Probably shrinks heads as a hobby."

Letty had the grace to smile. "Would you stop it? Joy's probably the sweetest person I've ever met."

"Sweet?" Lonny hadn't seen any evidence of a gentle disposition. "Do the people of Red Springs realize the kind of woman they're exposing their children to? Someone should tell the school board."

Hands on her hips, Letty shook her head sadly. "I think you've been standing in the sun too long. Come inside and have some iced tea."

"I'm too mad to drink something nonalcoholic. You go on without me." With that, he stalked off toward the barn. Joy Fuller was his sister's friend. One of her best friends. That meant he had to seriously question Letty's taste —  and good sense. Years ago, when he was young and foolish, Lonny had ridden broncos and bulls and been known as The Wyoming Kid. He darn near got himself killed a time or two. But he'd rather sit on one of those beasts again than tangle with the likes of Joy Fuller.





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Excerpted from The Wyoming Kid by Debbie Macomber Copyright © 2006 by Debbie Macomber. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 20, 2012

    Easy read with a touch of humor!

    The book was charming as usual. Macomber continues to pull you in to her characters' lives. You feel like you are in the story with them. My husband is a farmer and his mannerisms are similar to Lonny, good guy with a big heart. I can't buy her books fast enough.

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    It didn't have a any sex, some kissing, just not what I was looking for.

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    Highly recommend

    Another great book by Debbie!

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