Roping the Rancher (Harlequin American Romance Series #1492)

Roping the Rancher (Harlequin American Romance Series #1492)

by Julie Benson

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Roping the Rancher (Harlequin American Romance Series #1492) by Julie Benson

No Time For Cowboys

Stacey Michaels is trying to get her acting career back on track while looking after her traumatized teenage brother and a demanding mother. She doesn't have time for romance. And if she did? Well, she'd look to date someone in the business, not some cowboy.

But when her brother begs her for a chance to try the equine therapy program Colt Montgomery offers at his ranch in Colorado, Stacey can't refuse. Even if she and Colt strike sparks off one another. She knows he sees her as a diva, but why can't he understand she just wants what's best for her brother? She's spent her whole life taking care of others—maybe it's time to let Colt take care of her.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780373755134
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 03/04/2014
Series: Harlequin American Romance Series , #1492
Edition description: Original
Pages: 224
Product dimensions: 6.50(w) x 4.10(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author

Avid daydreamer Julie Benson always loved creating stories. A sociology degree from the University of Texas at Dallas and three boys later, she actively pursued a writing career to challenge her mind and save her sanity. Now she writes full time in Dallas, where she lives with her husband, their three sons, two lovable black dogs and various other creatures. While her house is never quiet. It is full of heroes.

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"I don't care how good the therapy is supposed to be. There is no way I'm letting you get on a horse," Stacy Michaels said to her younger brother when they left his neurologist's office.

"This isn't about me. It's about Dad, isn't it?"

"Of course it is." Stacy punched the elevator down button with so much force she chipped her fingernail.

"Dad died filming a movie stunt. This is a therapy program," Ryan insisted.

Since he'd been only a few months old at the time, he knew nothing about their father's death other than what he'd been told. While an eleven-year-old Stacy had been in the movie as well and witnessed the entire event. Even now, almost sixteen years later, some nights she still woke drenched in sweat from the nightmares.

The months before her dad's accident had been the best time in Stacy's life. She smiled at the memories of working with him on the movie and how she soaked up every drop of attention he poured on her. The image of him beaming when he told everyone within earshot how she was a chip off the old block and that one day she'd be a star flashed in her mind.

Her life had been perfect.

Then a week before filming ended, her father, playing a fifteenth-century knight, was shooting the big battle scene against her character's kidnappers. When his mount became spooked by the special effects, her father fell and the horse trampled him to death, with Stacy a few feet away.

Now her brother wanted her to give the okay for him to become a patient of a therapeutic horse program. Not as long as she was his guardian.

"There has to be another option."

"You heard what Dr. Chapman said. We've tried everything else. This is my best shot to walk without this damned walker," Ryan said, as he struggled to maneuver onto the elevator.

A year ago Ryan had been driving when a man walked out onto the street from between two parked cars. Unable to avoid the man, Ryan hit him and then barreled head-on into a telephone phone pole. The man nearly died. Both of Ryan's legs were crushed and he'd sustained a brain injury that left him with control and balance issues. Despite two surgeries and countless hours of physical therapy, he still needed a walker. The investigation cleared Ryan of any wrongdoing, but he'd still carried a fair share of guilt over what happened.

Stacy stared at her brother, his eyes filled with determination and, more importantly, hope. Her breath caught in her throat. She hadn't seen that emotion in his gaze for months. He deserved every chance to get his life back to what it had been, but how could she let him get on a horse? "I don't know."

"Please, you've got to let me try this. Whatever the risk, for me it's worth it."

She told herself he wouldn't be racing around hellfor-leather on a movie set with cannons booming around him like their father had been. From what Dr. Chapman said, the horse Ryan rode for therapy would be walking or at most trotting around an arena with multiple volunteers to ensure nothing went wrong. She glanced at her brother. He was so young. How could she deny him this chance to get his life back? "You win."

"You're the best."

"And don't you forget it."

Once in the car Ryan stuck his nose in the program brochures the doctor had given them, occasionally tossing out information. "Most of the programs have spring sessions starting this time of year. That means I can start right away. In ten weeks I could be ditching my walker."

"Where's the closest one?" Stacy asked, her mind starting to work on how she'd carve time out of her schedule to accommodate his therapy sessions.

Then a thought hit her. Her next movie, The Women of Spring Creek Ranch, was scheduled to start shooting next week in Estes Park, Colorado.

Unless she figured out a way to be in two places at once, she had a problem.

"Mom, Ryan had another appointment with the neurologist this afternoon. You told me you'd be there." Stacy fought to keep her voice level despite her growing irritation as she walked into the living room of her mother's recently redecorated Malibu beach house.

"I went out to lunch with some friends and lost track of time."

More likely she lost track of how many cosmos she'd had, and based on her bleary-eyed gaze, smeared mascara and rumpled blouse and slacks, she had passed out the minute she got home.

Which was exactly why Ryan had asked Stacy to sue for guardianship. They'd both hoped Andrea losing custody of her son would be the wake-up call she needed to pull herself together. So far that hadn't been the case.

"I know I should've been there, but I've had so many doctor appointments of my own." Andrea, a passenger in the car with Ryan, had broken her arm. She'd also received minor cuts to her face and neck, for which she'd insisted on plastic surgery to repair. She'd also attended biweekly sessions with her therapist to cope with the emotional trauma. "I couldn't bear facing another doctor. Plus, you're so much better dealing with Ryan's problems than I am."

Same old story. Her mom couldn't cope so she bailed on her son.

Stacy sank onto the couch beside her mother, took a deep breath and recounted the details from Ryan's doctor appointment.

"I don't know if that's a good idea considering what happened to your father." Andrea's voice broke. "I still miss him so much. How could God have taken him when he always took care of me?"

The accident that killed Stacy's father was the first blow that sent Andrea's world spinning. Her mother had taken to her bed. If it hadn't been for their nanny, Stacy didn't know what would've happened to her and Ryan. Molly had been the one she clung to when she woke from nightmares. When she skinned her knee, she ran to Molly who hugged her and dried her tears.

Stacy's life changed even more when the movie she filmed with her father opened a year later. Critics raved not only about Jason Michaels's performance, but Stacy's, as well. Talk shows wanted to interview her. Directors sent scripts to her father's agent for consideration. The next thing Stacy knew, she had a full-time job.

Her focus changed from studying for her weekly spelling test to preparing for her next audition. Six months later she landed a role on what turned out to be an Emmy-award-winning series, The Kids Run the Place, that ran for ten years. Looking back now, she realized being on that show saved her life. The cast became more of a family than her own had ever been. She'd often pretended her TV parents were her real parents. One day she even begged Sophia Granger, her TV mom, to take her home with her.

Don't think about that now. Concentrate on Ryan's problem, and getting Mom to see he needs her.

"The doctor thinks the therapeutic sports riding will improve Ryan's muscle control and balance," Stacy said, summarizing the information she'd read on the internet. The horse's rhythmic movement was what helped people. To control and direct the horse the patient had to master his own body. The skills learned on horseback then carried over into the patient's everyday life. "The risk of something going wrong is minuscule." Maybe if she said the words enough she'd believe them, too. "Ryan wants this chance at a normal life."

"I trust you to decide what's best. I don't know what I'd do without you to take care of things."

Maybe you 'd have to face reality for a change and be the parent.

Resisting the urge to massage her aching temples, Stacy counted to ten, trying to dredge up more patience, because all she wanted to do was shake her mother and scream for her to snap out of it. Not that doing so would do any good. Her mother would only burst into tears and ask how her daughter could say that to her when she was still dealing with the pain caused by her injuries and her recent separation from husband number three.

Grant had turned out to be prime marriage material. Three months ago he claimed his wife's physical and emotional problems from the car accident were draining him creatively, and the negative energy was affecting his auditions, costing him roles. Then he moved out.

"I start filming next week. I was hoping you could go with Ryan to therapy."

Stacy reached into her purse, pulled out the list of programs and held the paper out to her mother. "The doctor highlighted the ones he thought were the best."

Her mother scanned the information. "These are all out of town. I can't go anywhere. Grant and I are meeting tomorrow to talk about reconciling." Her mother's blue eyes sparkled, as she toyed with a strand of golden hair, highlighted perfectly and often to cover the gray. "He says he misses me. That his life is so empty without me."

Stacy wanted to laugh at her mother's naïveté. More likely Grant missed his bills being paid and the lifestyle he'd become accustomed to living with Andrea. Life had to be less pleasant for him when he had to actually earn a living.

"That's wonderful that he's willing to talk about a reconciliation, but Ryan needs-"

"I still can't believe Grant moved out." Tears pooled in Andrea's eyes. "I thought we'd be together forever. That he'd take care of me."

Maybe you should learn to take care of yourself. That way you wouldn't end up devastated when a man lets you down.

The biting words sat perched on Stacy's tongue. While it would feel cathartic to confront her mom, dealing with the emotional meltdown afterward wasn't worth it.

Andrea glanced at the therapy information again. "It says here therapy is once a week. Couldn't you hop on a quick flight, go to therapy with Ryan and then fly right back to the set?"

Stacy swallowed hard. She wouldn't be here banging her head against the wall trying to get Andrea to help out if the problem were that easily fixed. "I can't be gone for an entire day every week."

Her mom frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "I certainly can't be locked into weekly appointments. I have to be here to work on my marriage. That and healing physically from the accident have to be my top priorities."

"This is exactly why Ryan doesn't think you care about him."

"That's not fair. I love my son. I just need to concentrate on myself right now. That's what my therapist says. Until I do that I don't have anything to give to anyone else."

Life had dealt her mother some tough hits, but that didn't give her the right to crawl in her shell and forget about her son.

"I need to do this movie. Finances are tight."

Andrea waived a delicate manicured hand through the air. "You're just like your father, always worrying about money. He was always a sky is falling type, too."

Stacy sighed, and clasped her hands on her lap. Andrea received a generous settlement when Stacy's father died, but she lived as though the money would never run out. How many times would they have to go over budget basics before her mother understood? Apparently at least once more. "Your expenses have to be less than your income. Since your divorce from Allan, that hasn't been the case. We had to liquidate a lot of your investments in the divorce settlement."

Her mother bit her lip. For a second she looked older than her years, and Stacy's heart tightened. "I wish I'd listened to you about asking him to sign a prenup. I was just so scared that if I did he'd say I didn't trust him, and he'd leave me."

Which he did anyway. While a broken engagement would've been tough on her mother, it would have been less financially painful than a messy divorce. Why couldn't her mother see that?

Because she's so desperate for love.

"Mom, you have to stick to the budget we made out. You can't just disregard-"

"Don't start lecturing me about how I spent too much money redecorating the house before Grant and I got married." Andrea folded her hands, which were still young-looking, thanks to weekly deep moisturizing treatments, on her lap. "I don't regret spending a penny of that money. I wanted him to feel like this was his house. Part of the reason my marriage with Allan failed was he felt like he was living in your father's shadow."

"I'm trying to explain why you need to make some changes. If insurance pays for Ryan's therapy at all, it'll reimburse us. I can't afford to lose out on work right now."

Especially when I'm the only working member of the family, and it's been a while since I had a hit movie or series.

Her mother frowned. Tears filled her eyes again. "I'm sorry we've been such a burden to you."

No. Andrea's "poor me" routine wouldn't work today. She refused to feel guilty. This was all about Ryan and what he needed. "We're a family, and family helps each other out."

But shouldn't the flow go both ways?

"Grant and I might still be able to make our marriage work." Her mother's lips trembled, and her voice broke. "I don't know if I can survive another divorce. Stacy, you have to help me. You've got to give me this chance. Can't you see if they can work the shooting schedule around Ryan's therapy?"

"I was lucky to get this role. Half of the actresses in Hollywood wanted it."

"Nonsense. That woman owes you," her mother said, a sneer on her face as she referred to Maggie Sullivan McAlister, the creator and director of The Women of Spring Creek Ranch.

"No one gave me the part. I earned it."

"After what she did on that dreadful reality dating show, she's lucky you didn't sue her for every penny she had. I still can't believe that cowboy chose the plain Jane director over you."

Stacy only agreed to be a bachelorette on Finding Mrs. Right because she'd been between jobs. Never once had she considered letting her heart get involved with the bachelor. She hadn't been foolish enough to believe a reality show relationship would last longer than the latest fashion fad. For her, the show had been a job like any other TV show. A vehicle to getting a series of her own.

"I got over that ages ago." Now if only other people would quit bringing the subject up, she could forget about it, too. "If I ask Maggie to shoot around Ryan's therapy I risk her giving the role to someone else. Mom, please go with Ryan so I can do this movie."

There, she'd put it all on the line. She told her mother exactly what she needed. Stacy held her breath, and prayed this once her mother would pull up her mom panties and be the parent.

"Grant and I need time to work out our problems. Then I can go with Ryan for therapy. Surely waiting a month or two won't make that much difference."

So much for Andrea stepping up and doing the right thing by putting her children first.

"He shouldn't have to wait until it's convenient for us." Ryan deserved this chance, and apparently she was the only one willing to make it happen.

As a child, whenever she asked her mom to play a game or read a book to her, the response had always been, "In a minute." Or, "Not now." Or, "Ask the nanny." That taught Stacy a valuable lesson. Asking for something led to disappointment. When she learned to quit asking, she avoided that pain.

Harnessing her anger, Stacy mumbled something about how she'd take care of Ryan's therapy, said goodbye to Andrea and stumbled out of the house. Once inside her car, she dropped her head to the steering wheel and cried.

A minute later Stacy dried her tears and told herself to snap out of it. A pity party never helped. All it did was wreck a girl's makeup, and leave her with red, puffy eyes. There had to be a solution. All she had to do was find it.

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Samantha_Lee More than 1 year ago
As I finish up my Bachelor’s degree, I don’t really find sitting down for five and a half hours to read as something I’d like to do. But once I started reading Roping the Rancher I couldn’t stop. Benson’s creation of new, and familiar, characters is stronger than ever. The heartbreaking pasts of both the hero and heroine, as well as everyone around them, just keeps tugging on your heart until it feels like they’ll snatch it right out of your chest. The hero and heroine, Colt and Stacy, are loveable and completely real characters that are so stubborn and oblivious to the other’s feelings that you want to hunt them down and slap them for not realizing it. The family aspects of this book are unlike so many others I’ve read in the Harlequin lines. Stacy and her brother, Ryan, struggle with the other’s emotions and understanding each other until almost the end. (Trust me, right now my relationship with my sister is somewhat comparable as she goes off to college.) The two struggle also with each of their relationships with their mother, which ends in more of a tender, coming of age story. Colt and his daughter, Jess, also have a relationship, that also hit close to home, that is unlike any other. While they play the teenage daughter-single father card, there are aspects of each’s past that also gives them a truly touching ending that will make you smile when you finish. Even though this is a romance, Benson intertwines social commentary into it. At first I’d just read over and moved on, but I went back and had to mark it! The characters address the obsession the world has with reality television as well as bringing the romance market into the 21st century with sprinkles of Facebook and social media. The book goes through so many sequences of characters learning to trust themselves, as well as others, that I had to write them down to keep track before I wrote this review! I think in a world of today, after something as tragic as each of these characters have experienced, trust is something they all need, and each gets it in their own way. In a world where so many people say so much, Benson gives us true-to-life characters that are afraid to express what they really want—their feelings. And, for me, there’s nothing truer than that. I guess I should mention that the sexual tension builds from the second the two meet and escalates until the love scene where—well I marked that part too. Julie Benson’s works are wonderful and I love all of them that I’ve read, but I have to say this has been my favorite and Colt, Stacy, Jess, and Ryan will stay with me for years to come. Definitely a great read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A must read, i loved this book, couldnt put it down.