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Cowboy for Keeps (Harlequin Super Romance #1526)

Cowboy for Keeps (Harlequin Super Romance #1526)

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by Brenda Mott

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With horse thieves threatening her wild mustang herd, of course it had to be Cade Lantana to come riding to her rescue. But just because Cade's back in town doesn't mean Reno Blackwell's ready to forgive him. It may have been nine years ago, but she has never forgotten how he broke her heart, abandoning her when she was in crisis.

Sure, the cowboy's sexier than


With horse thieves threatening her wild mustang herd, of course it had to be Cade Lantana to come riding to her rescue. But just because Cade's back in town doesn't mean Reno Blackwell's ready to forgive him. It may have been nine years ago, but she has never forgotten how he broke her heart, abandoning her when she was in crisis.

Sure, the cowboy's sexier than ever. And yes, she's flattered that he's determined to win her forgiveness.… But, really, how can she ever trust him again?

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Harlequin Super Romance Series , #1526
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4.10(w) x 6.60(h) x 0.80(d)

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Lightning cut across the sky with a vengeance, turning darkness to light for the span of a heartbeat. Long enough to give Reno Blackwell a clear glimpse of the horses. They raced through the clearing below, scattering like spilled marbles. Flared nostrils and urgent whinnies made their fear palpable— more so than the pounding of hooves on rock.

Without a second thought, Reno sent her own mount plunging over the edge of the hillside. The ground slid away beneath the blue roan, rock striking rock as Plenty Coups tucked his haunches and propelled himself forward in a hell-bent-for-leather descent.

Thunder rumbled like an angry spirit, and the long-awaited rain poured down relentlessly. As horse and rider reached the bottom of the slope, Reno searched the darkness for signs of human movement. She prayed for another flash of lightning, a glimpse of a headlight…anything to help her locate the poachers.

There. At the edge of the clearing.

All-terrain vehicles moved easily across the rocky ground, driving the mustangs forward, herding them along. Reno spotted at least two ATVs—and men with rifles— before the sky blackened again, but she could still see the bobbing glow of headlights. Her pulse pounded in her temples.

The mustangs. Her mustangs… At the sight of the men's rifles, she'd tasted the sharp copper of adrenaline, but now thoughts of her own safety fled. She had to turn the herd.

With a shout of rage, Reno dug her heels into her gelding's sides, rain rolling off the brim of her hat as she leaned forward in the saddle. If she could steer the mustangs away from the mouth of the canyon ahead, they might have a chance. Once inside, they would be trapped. In another flash of lightning—the bolt too close for comfort now— she spotted the Judas horse, one sent by the poachers to lure the mustangs onward. He was running ahead of the herd, showing them the way. She pointed the blue roan straight at him.

Plenty Coups responded like the warrior he was named for. Fearless and surefooted, he galloped along the sagebrush-dotted wash, despite the darkness. Like Reno, he'd been born on this land, and he stretched his neck out now, pinning his ears back as she leaned low in the saddle and urged him to run.

As they approached the Judas horse, a gray, Reno pulled her sodden cowboy hat off and waved it, shouting. Her voice was mostly lost amid the noise of the running herd, the thunder and the roar of the ATVs, but the gray pricked his ears and rolled his eyes.

Rain soaked Reno's hair and got into her eyes, but the wind whipped it away. She shouted again, angling in tighter. The blue roan's hooves beat a steady rhythm, taking her closer.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a sudden movement. Another rider was racing through the sagebrush, silhouetted against the stormy sky. Reno had just enough time to wonder where on earth he'd come from before he reached her. His horse, dark as the night around them, sped past Plenty Coups, coming at the gray from the opposite side. As a team, they cut off the animal.

Reno saw a sudden flash, like light reflecting from a spur, as the cowboy on the dark horse turned the gray, and then the herd. Waving his arms, he sent them in an arc, while she rode behind him, backing his efforts. The shouted curses of the men on the ATVs was music to her ears, and Reno let out a whoop. Her grandfather, a full-blooded Apache, had also loved the mustangs, and she'd be damned if a group of money-grubbing poachers would ever touch one hair of their manes.

Not on her land.

A bullet whizzed past her ear, and for one heart-stopping moment, she thought the gray had been hit. But he raced on, blending with the herd. Turning in the saddle, Reno drew her pistol from the holster beneath her black oilskin and fired at the headlight of an ATV. The glass shattered, knocking out the bulb, and she shot again, hitting another. She heard curses, and one high-pitched scream that made her laugh.

Not so tough now, are you?

She'd been born in the saddle, according to her grandfather, with a pistol in one hand and a knife in the other. Come closer, scumbags, and I'll show you an old Apache trick.

But the poachers had had enough. Their ATVs roared around and sped back up through the canyon, the sound echoing off the walls as they retreated. Reno tugged on her reins, gradually slowing Plenty Coups, who shook his head. She knew he wanted to keep running with the herd—his herd once.

The wild horses swept away, disappearing like shadows into the night. The lightning seemed to follow them, creating one last light show across the expanse of Colorado sky before the storm rumbled to a subdued downpour.

But not before Reno saw him clearly.

In the last flash of lightning, the cowboy on the black horse sat still in the saddle, blending into the sagebrush. Reno felt the air leave her lungs as she realized why he'd seemed familiar.

She knew his face, all right. One that still haunted her sleep.

Cade Lantana.

The man who had stolen her heart.

Then killed her father.

Reno rode home without looking back, her thoughts churning. Never in a million years would she have expected to run into Cade. He'd rattled her worse than the poachers had.

"Where the hell did you come from?" she'd demanded, and he'd laughed at her bluntness. But not with humor. Reno found nothing funny about his return to Eagle's Nest, either.

She cursed under her breath. That was all she needed—help from the man who'd abandoned her nine years ago, after she'd lost her parents. Sonny Sanchez had turned out to be scum, but he'd been the only father she'd ever known. And Reno had looked up to Cade as a big brother, until he'd left her when she needed him most.

It was close to midnight by the time she finished unsaddling Plenty Coups, rubbing him down and putting him in a warm stall with hay and fresh water. Exhausted, she headed for the house, which sat almost dead center on the two thousand acres of Wild Horse Ranch, not far from the barn. Grandpa Mel had liked being close to his horses, and Reno found comfort in it, too. In summer, she slept with her windows open and loved hearing the occasional whinny floating on the air like a lullaby.

As she walked up the four steps to the wide porch now, her dogs greeted her, tails wagging, bodies wriggling with excitement as though she'd been gone for days. Her German shepherds—one white, the other black-and-tan—towered over the two mutts she'd rescued. Two sweet dogs, unwanted, dropped off on a desolate mountain road near her ranch… It sickened Reno, the things people did to animals.

She petted all four, then opened the screen door and stepped into the mudroom. After kicking off her boots, she made her way through the living room and into the lighted kitchen.

"Wynonna, what are you doing up?" Reno thought she'd been quiet enough leaving the house to not disturb the housekeeper.

Wynonna studied her in the soft glow of the twin wrought-iron lamps, shaped like roosters, that hung on either side of the sink. A Lakota Sioux, she'd worked for Grandpa Melvern for more years than Reno could count, long before Reno had been born, and had stepped without question into the role of mother when Reno's own mom had overdosed. And Wynonna had stayed when the second of two strokes took Grandpa Mel's life.

"I heard you ride out a while ago. Want some hot chocolate?" Without waiting for an answer, the older woman poured a mug for Reno, then sat cradling her own in both hands, her slippered feet propped on the vacant chair beside her. "Is it the horses?"

Reno nodded as she sipped the rich, sweet cocoa, feeling its warmth chase away the aftereffects of the storm, the danger. "I thought the poachers might try something, what with everybody busy in town." Independence Day, with a big parade, three-day rodeo and fireworks display, would keep Sheriff Pritchard and his deputies occupied through the weekend, rain or no.

"I knew it wasn't the possibility of canceled fireworks keeping you home," Wynonna said, her dark eyes knowing.

"You didn't really have a headache, either, did you?"

Wynonna's laugh lines deepened as she flipped her long, salt-and-pepper braid over her shoulder. "I wanted to be here in case you needed me," she admitted. "I also figured I might as well stay out of your way and let you look after your horses. But I did call Austin, since I was worried for your safety. He said he would come out if we needed him."

Reno nodded. Austin Pritchard had been sheriff of Garfield County for five years, a deputy before that, and he was good at his job, if a little too gung ho at times. He was an attractive-looking man, thirty-three years old, tall, blond…most women's idea of a catch. Plus he had a crush on Reno as wide as the Colorado River. Reno wasn't sure she was looking for a catch, but that hadn't stopped her from going out with the man.

Automatically, she found herself thinking of Cade, who'd also once been a deputy sheriff. Now there was a man who could turn heads, with his sun-streaked brown hair and blue-green eyes. But hell would freeze over before she'd let him back in her heart. "Did you know Cade Lantana is in town?"

Wynonna nearly missed the table edge as she set down her mug. "No, I didn't. Where did you hear that?"

"I ran into him tonight." Reno told her about the poachers and Cade, leaving out the part about being shot at. Wy tended to worry.

"I wondered if he would come back to help his mother," Wynonna said, "with his dad being so sick."

Matthew Lantana's emphysema had deteriorated to the point where he needed oxygen on a regular basis. That was a virtual death sentence to a rough-and-tumble cowboy. Estelle Lantana was having a hard time running their cattle operation, since the mounting medical expenses had forced her and Matt to let go most of their ranch hands.

Meet the Author

Though Brenda Mott grew up in a suburb of Denver in an apartment complex, she's always had a great love of the outdoors and horses. Having family members on the eastern plains of Colorado who owned farmland and had access to horses allowed her to finally learn to ride at the age of 14.

She soon became interested in junior rodeo and received her first horse—a beautiful palomino quarter horse mare that she named Starfire—at the age of 16. Mott trained the mare herself for rodeo events such as barrel racing and pole bending, and she went on to compete in rodeos and gymkhanas for a number of years. As an adult she moved to the country and has lived on a small farm or ranch (for the most part) ever since.

In the early '80s Mott combined her love of horses and writing, and she began penning nonfiction articles for Horse & Rider magazine and its sister publications. She also wrote numerous short stories in the horror genre under a pseudonym and had a few of them published in pulp magazines.

A short time later she tried her hand at writing romance fiction. After working hard on over a dozen manuscripts and receiving enough rejection slips to wallpaper a house, she finally got "The Call" from Paula Eykelhof, then Senior Editor for the Harlequin Superromance line. (Ms. Eykelhof has since been promoted.)

"I was stunned. I'd waited 15 years to get that call. I still pinch myself, ecstatic that my dream has finally come true."

A Colorado native, Mott left her home state in the spring of 2002 due to the rising cost of land there and because of the massive development going on in Colorado.

"I hate the growth. Iknow it'sinevitable, but that doesn't mean I have to like it."

She relocated her family to eastern Tennessee where they made their home on 10 acres deep in the woods. "Our land rests on the bank of a river, completely surrounded by mountains. Very secluded and peaceful, not to mention breathtakingly beautiful. The perfect place for a writer to work!"

Mott is married to her longtime friend and high school flame, David, and together they own five horses, two goats, eight cats and a dozen dogs.

"There is no animal shelter in our county. Sadly enough, people often dump unwanted dogs and puppies off on the back roads near our home. We take them in and either find them good homes or keep them. I get attached very easily. With my two children grown and out of the house, now living in other states, I'm suffering deeply from empty nest, and it helps to know that these animals need me, though it breaks my heart to see an animal abused or mistreated. It also makes me furious beyond words. I wish more people would spay and neuter and realize that an animal is a lifetime commitment."

Mott often includes horses and other animals in her stories and generally uses a rural setting. "Write what you know is basically the main rule I live by."

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Cowboy for Keeps (Harlequin Super Romance #1526) 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Such romance it's creeping me out but this is a good book.I like it. Good Job! : )
harstan More than 1 year ago
In Colorado, rancher Reno Blackwell is concerned when rustlers try to steal her wild Mustang herd. She wants her horses safe so she turns to her former lover Cade Lantana, who has just come home after years away, for help.

Cade wants to say no because he remains haunted by the incident that had him run away from her love and his home. Although exonerated afterward by Internal Affairs, while on duty as a local police officer, he killed her stepfather. When Cade sees Reno he knows he still loves her; she feels the same way. He wants a second chance; she does not feel the same way. She remains livid that he dumped her when she needed him most while he knows he was unable to help himself get past the trauma caused by killing his lover¿s stepdad let alone be there for his beloved.

The key to this wonderful ranch romance is the hurt and trauma neither of the lead couple let go of from that fateful day when Reno saw ¿the man who had stolen her heart. Then killed her father¿. Neither has moved on, but now Cade sees a chance to make amends while Reno remains furious with him for deserting her when she most needed him. Contemporary romance readers will appreciate Brenda Mott¿s well written tale of a tragic incident in their past still threatens to keep this couple apart.

Harriet Klausner