Jessica Ledbetter had worked too hard on her family's Colorado dude ranch, the Lazy L, to roll over and play dead when Jim Bradford showed up as the new manager. The former power broker from New York City was darkly handsome in his custom suit and tie, but downright devastating in tight jeans and Stetson.
Once back in the saddle after a decade in the city, Jim, a native Texan, took the reins and steered the operation, roped in the guests and even tamed Jess's uncooperative brothers. But the Lazy L was her legacy. Jess couldn't let it fall into the hands of an outsider. No matter what those hands did to her
About the Author
Judy Christenberry, hasn't always been a writer, but she's always been a dreamer. As a child, for entertainment while doing chores, she told herself stories-she was always the heroine. However, Judy didn't start writing until she turned thirty-eight, just one year after her father's unexpected death.
After this, she realized life promised no guarantees about how much time you have. Why wait to pursue your dreams?
She had begun reading Harlequin Romance novels about ten years earlier, so romance writing came naturally.
Over time, Judy realized two central themes dominating her writing: family and small town/country life. Many of her books have cowboy heroes, partly because she read all Zane Grey's romantic versions of the Old West as a teenager, and partly because her parents grew up on farms.
As a child, Judy was surrounded by animals. Her father raised a few head of cattle to keep meat on the table. At one time or another, there were sheep, Thanksgiving turkeys, ducks and dogs, and there were always chickens.
Raised in a family of four children with a stay-at-home mom who was a terrific cook and an excellent teacher, where family tradition was concerned, Judy learned the importance of family at an early age. But, family comes in all shapes and flavors. What's important isn't the two parents and the 2.5 children, it's love and support.
The last element that frequently appears in Judy's stories is a dash of humor, just enough to bring a smile to your face. She believes laughter is good medicine and it definitely makes a six-foot hunk even more attractive!
Therefore, it may surprise readers when they discover Judy was born andraised inDallas, Texas: a major city. In addition, her marriage ended fifteen years ago. Yet, with support from her mother and siblings, Judy and her two daughters discovered their own definition of family. She taught during the day, wrote at night, pursued her dream and raised her children.
Now, with her daughters pursuing their own dreams, Judy writes full-time and is wrapped up in her storytelling. She lives each new adventure with the vigor of a young girl, still dreaming up tales while washing dishes. She hopes to entertain her readers as much as she entertains herself!
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James Bradford stepped out of his black Mercedes and surveyed the Lazy L. The dude ranch was nestled in a lush valley, beneath the majestic Rocky Mountains near Steamboat Springs, Colorado. Through his expensive shades, he could see the corral in the distance. He could also hear the happy laughter of people. He took a deep breath of clear, crisp air.
"Not bad," he muttered. Now he just had to see if the offer of work was still good. The ranch's owner, Cliff Ledbetter, had offered him the job because Cliff was old friends with Jim's uncle. Jim had met Cliff several times. But he was interested in the job because he wanted out of his current position as a stockbroker working on Wall Street. He'd made a lot of money, but not enough to buy and set up a ranch of his own.
He could get back to the life he wanted by coming here.
He entered the large house that looked to be the main building. Removing his shades as he entered, he immediately spotted a young woman seated behind the counter at a desk.
He could've said "not bad" about her, too, but he didn't want to be rude. "Hello," he said instead.
The dark-haired woman looked up in surprise. "Good morning," she said as she got up. "How may I help you?"
He returned her smile. "I'm looking for Cliff Led-better. Is he available?"
"Yes, of course. He's at the corral just behind the house."
"Thanks." He turned to go out the front door.
"It's closer if you go out the back door. Just go down the hall behind the main staircase."
"Thank you. I will." As he walked down the hall, he smiled at the thought of the remarkably beautiful woman in the front office. Getting to know her would be his first priority.
Right after he moved in.
AFTER THE STRANGER HAD walked away, Jessica sat back down at her desk. Who could the man be? Her grandfather didn't have that many callers, other than his friends from the valley, and she knew all of them. Besides, they all dressed in jeans and boots, not in what looked like a custom-tailored designer suit and leather loafers.
The man was more her age than her grandfather's. Not that she was looking for a man right now, good-looking or not. "Jessie? Where are you?"
She recognized her brother's growl. "I'm at my desk, Pete. What's wrong?"
"This can't be true!" he ranted as he came around the corner.
"What can't be true?"
"This cattle drive you offered the customers!"
"Pete, don't you remember? We talked about it."
"Not this week! We're doing roundup! I can't have a bunch of inexperienced riders wandering around on horseback! It's not safe."
After shuffling papers, Jessica asked, "Is this the only week you can do roundup? Because I have a larger group of guests requesting a cattle drive next week. It's what we do, Pete. Show people how to be a cowboy."
"I don't think we'll be finished by next week."
Jessica covered her face with her hands. Then she looked up. "Pete, this is why we had those meetings when we were planning out the summer seasonto schedule certain activities for our paying customers."
"That's not my fault! I had a lot on my mind!"
Jessica was so frustrated with her oldest brother she was tempted to scream. "Pete, you're not thinking! Our reputation will depend on what people say about their time here!"
"Hey, kids, I want you to meet someone," an older voice called out, interrupting their tirade.
Jessica halted the argument mid-stride, but it wasn't easy. She looked up to see the dark-eyed stranger she'd admired before walking with their grandfather. She managed a smile.
"This is James Bradford. He's going to work here."
Jessica stared at the man, momentarily speechless.
Pete obviously wasn't. "He is? You a cowboy?"
"I was at one time. Going to be again," the man said.
Jessica finally found her voice. "Granddad, what do you mean?"
"Jim is Tony's nephew. He'll be great."
"Who's Tony?" Jessica asked. She didn't mean to be rude, but she needed the facts.
"He's the guy I go fishing with down in Texas. Remember? We were in the navy together."
Holding her smile in place when she wanted to scream, she nodded at the man. Pete just stood there stone-faced.
"What are you good at?" Pete asked, still eyeing him.
James Bradford remained silent.
Both Pete and Jessica stared at their grandfather.
"You're not going to like this, but I hired Jim to run the ranch. You all will report to him," Cliff Led-better said.
Dead silence filled the room. Then both Pete and Jessica started to protest, loudly, to their grandfather.
Mr. Bradford raised a hand and calmly said, "May I suggest we take this discussion somewhere that the guests can't overhear?"
Guiltily, Jessica looked around. He was right, of course, but she didn't like a stranger pointing out the obvious.
"Let's go to the kitchen," she said.
She knew their chef, Mary Jo, who had gone to school with her, would be in her room. They had a window of about an hour before lunch preparations began.
Abandoning her desk, Jessica marched toward the kitchen, listening to the purposeful footsteps that followed her.
When she could stand it no more, she whirled around and faced her grandfather. "Granddad, how could you do this?"
"I did it for you, child," her grandfather said, but before Pete could complain, he added, "and for your brothers."
"But, Granddad, we have it all arranged," Jessica said, even as a hundred different problems that had come up in the past few months popped into her head.
"And is everything working out?"
"Well, not exactly, but"
"Hell, no, it's not working!" Pete answered. Before she could question him, she heard her name being screamed in the hallway.
She swallowed. Great.Another temper to deal with! "We're in the kitchen, Hank," she called out to her middle brother.
"I can't believe you" Hank abruptly halted, his mouth still open, when he realized she wasn't alone.
"What's going on here?"
"Granddad just hired this dude to be our boss," Pete said precisely, leaving no doubt to his opinion.
Mr. Bradford stepped up. "Look, this is the reason your grandfather hired me. He said the three of you are always arguing about everything. That must be hard on all of you. But if I'm the bad guy, then you won't have to fight among yourselves."
"Butbut you're a dude!" Hank complained, using the phrase that described their non-cowboy guests. People who knew nothing about cattle or horses.
"Give me a few minutes to change, and at least I won't look like one," Jim said with a crooked grin.
Jessica found herself captivated by that grin. Then she shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thought.
"You don't think I can pull it off?" he asked, catching her smile.
"No, I wasn'tI mean, I was thinking of something else." She hoped she didn't blush.
"We got one of the bedrooms in the back hallway still empty, don't we, Jessie?" her grandfather asked.
"Good. Come on, Jim. I'll show you where to put your stuff."
"My bags are still in my car, Cliff."
"Where are your keys? The boys can bring them in."
"Why don't I go grab everything and change clothes. Then I'll see what I can do to put out some fires."
"Good, good, that will be great," Cliff said, nodding while he proclaimed his approval.
As soon as Jim left, the battle ensued. Both of her brothers were yelling at her, her grandfather was yelling at her brothers, and Jessica just gave up.
They were all still mourning the sudden deaths of their parents six months ago in a car accident. After the shock had worn off, they'd made plans to keep on with the cattle operation, while continuing to run a working ranch, but to add a dude ranch to bring in extra income. They had all thought the Lazy L had a better chance of surviving when the price of beef went down as it sometimes did. But the stress of the transition was wearing on all of them.
Their grandfather actually owned the four-hundred-acre ranch. It had been in the family for three generations. Many years ago, though, he'd moved into town and left his son and his daughter-in-law to run it. When they died, Cliff returned to the ranch to ensure that everything went well.
Only it hadn't.
When Jim returned to the kitchen with his bags, Jessica got up and showed him the way to his bedroom. Anything to get away from her brothers.
"Are you about to cry?" he asked the moment they shut the kitchen door behind them.
"No!" she snapped.
He said nothing till they reached his room. "I'll be out as soon as I change."
Realizing he was waiting for her to go, she marched out of the room, after telling him where the employee bathrooms were.
But she didn't want to go back to the kitchen and fight with her brothers. They were hurting, too, she knew. None of them had taken the time to mourn their parents' deaths.
Ever since that horrible tragedy, the three of them hadn't been able to get along. They had fought constantly the past six months. It amazed her that they had gotten as far as they had.
The door behind her opened and she spun around, surprised to see how much a change of clothes had changed Jim. Before, the man had looked like a Wall Street big shot. Now, in jeans, boots and a western shirt, he looked like a real cowboy. A handsome cowboy, she admitted.
"Let's go," he said, putting his hand on her elbow to guide her back to the kitchen. "I'll try to get this mess sorted out as quickly as possible."
She shrugged off his touch. "Don't think it'll be easy! We're all stubborn."
"No kidding," he muttered.
She looked at him sharply. "What's that supposed"
"Let's just go to the kitchen."
When they entered, Hank and Pete were still arguing. Her grandfather was watching them with a frown. "Enough already," Jim yelled, so he could be heard over the two of them.
They turned and stared at him. "Now you look like a cowboy," Pete said. "Yeah," Hank said, actually agreeing with his brother.
"I've worked as a cowhand and acted as boss on a cattle ranch in Texas. Now, let's get down to business. What problems do you have right now?"
Both brothers started at the same time. Jim lifted his hand again. "One at a time."
"Pete always gets to go first because he's the oldest and that's not fair!" Hank immediately said.
Pete retorted. "Hey, I'm the"
"This time Hank can go first," Jim said.
Hank gave a nod, satisfied. "Well, we have people who think they're expert riders and they don't even know to mount their horses on the left side! I can't put those people on our best horses!"
"You should have a stable of mostly tame horses that won't get upset if they're mounted on the wrong side. That said, though, you should be directing the riders to mount from the left. Do you?"
"Well, yeah, but I still wouldn't call them great riders," Hank protested.
"No one said you would. But you don't have to be absolutely honest with your customers. What you want to do is find horses that are comfortable around a lot of people."
"Yeah, I got those."
"Good. Let me know if you run into problems."
Jim turned to Pete, who started in immediately.
"She expects me to have the guests wandering around when I'm trying to run a roundup!"
Jessica wanted so badly to step into the argument, but she wasn't going to. First she'd wait for Bradford's decision.
"Did you have a meeting to discuss your plans for the next week?" Jim asked Pete.
"Yeah, but I wasn't listening becauseWell, just because." Pete's argument sounded lame to Jessica.
Jim turned to her. "Did you explain to your brother what you expected from him?"
"Yes, I did. Specifically."
"What did you promise?"
"We advertised our ranch as a working ranch, meaning we have cowboys and cows. I promised four people they could ride with the cowboys for several days."
"You didn't promise they would be involved in roping and branding?"
"Pete, could you use the four people to hold the herd as you sort out the ones with calves?"
"I could, but I don't see why I should!"
"Because if I'm in charge, you have to do as I say. I'm not being unreasonable, you know."
"I know, but"
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The Ledbetter siblings work extremely hard to try to make a success of their Lazy L dude ranch in Colorado. When New York City slicker Kim Bradford arrives as the manager, the Ledbetter brood are taken somewhat aback as he seems more comfortable at Belmont Park than at a stable. Especially upset with the arrival of the easterner is Jessie Ledbetter.-------------- The Ledbetter patriarch, Jesse¿s grandfather brought in James, a former Texan rancher before he became a corporate power broker to save the spread. As he works hard to win over the stakeholders, he succeeds with the brothers, while also finding himself attracted to his most adversarial Ledbetter Jessica. She begins to thaw and soon they fall in love, but his sophisticated Big Apple former girlfriend has arrived to reclaim James as hers.-------------- RUNAWAY COWBOY is an interesting ranch romance starring two adversaries who are attracted to one another, but distrust each other and consequently their respective heart). Although her grandfather selected James and he wins over her brothers, Jessie goes overboard with her deep rooted cynicism about the Texas transplant thus her negativity makes their forging a loving relationship seem off kilter even as he tries to persuade her otherwise.---------------- Harriet Klausner