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A Chance To Prove Himself
Learning that she was adopted is the biggest shock of magazine writer Sarah Tigarden's life. Falling in love with champion bull rider Clay Hollyer is a close second. Years ago, she shared a sizzling kiss with the handsome rodeo star, only to hear that he was a player who enjoyed toying with women. After her profile of Clay called him on his caddish behavior, she never wanted to see him again.
But as Sarah searches for her birth mother, Clay is unexpectedly by her side. Can this really be the same guy she condemned as a womanizer? As she gets closer to learning the stunning truth about her biological mom, Sarah also finds herself getting closer to Clay. Her head tells her it's a mistake…but her heart isn't so sure.
- Sales Rank: #659579 in eBooks
- Published on: 2013-06-01
- Released on: 2013-06-01
- Format: Kindle eBook
About the Author
Ann Roth lives in Seattle with her husband. After earning an MBA, she worked as a banker and corporate trainer. She gave up that life to write, and if they awarded PhDs in writing happily-ever-after stories she'd have one. In 1999 Ann won the Golden Heart for unpublished writers for best long contemp. series. Since then she has sold romance and women's fiction novels, a novella, a serialized online romance and short stories.
For more, visit www.annroth.net
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Sarah Tigarden drove down the deserted highway in the small ranching town of Saddlers Prairie, Montana, asking herself the question that would remain forever unanswered. Why hadn't her parents told her she was adopted?
Anger that had been with her since she'd discovered the truth welled, and the sunlit prairies on either side of the road seemed to dim.
Sarah didn't fault her father, who'd died when she was ten. But her mother, whom she now referred to as Ellen, could and should have told her. Now that she was gone, buried six months ago, it was too late.
They'd been close, growing closer still during the year before Ellen had succumbed to the ovarian cancer that ravaged her. Sarah had put her own life on hold, giving up her apartment and moving back home to care for Ellen. They'd talked about Sarah's recent breakup, finances, Ellen's burial—everything except the fact that Sarah was adopted.
She was still reeling from the shock that had awaited her when she'd emptied her mother's safe-deposit box. Surely Ellen had realized Sarah would find the birth certificate. She had to know how upset, how hurt Sarah would be. Not because of the adoption—because of the lies.
Why hadn't Ellen told the truth?
Sick of asking herself the question she might never find the answer to, Sarah cranked up the music and sang along with Adele. The words drowned out other thoughts, just as she wanted.
A sudden gust of wind sent dirt and debris flying, as if Mother Nature were upset on Sarah's behalf. Wind that pushed the car across the centerline. Gripping the wheel, Sarah steered her car to the right side of the road and fought to hold it there.
Ominous clouds suddenly obliterated the flawless blue sky that had been with her since she'd left Boise a day and a half earlier. Sarah tossed her sunglasses onto the passenger seat. Without the warmth of the mid-May sun, the temperature seemed to drop ten degrees, and she closed the sunroof and turned on the heat.
Maybe she should check in to her room first and change into warmer clothes. The widow who owned the house where she'd rented a room for the next two weeks was expecting her about now.
But that would involve a U-turn and a five-mile drive in the opposite direction, and Sarah was too anxious for answers. She wanted to know why Tammy Becker, her biological mother, had given her up, and where she was now. The private investigator Sarah had hired had tracked her mother to a house in Saddlers Prairie, where the Becker family had lived some twenty-nine years ago. It was there that the trail had abruptly ended—right around the time of Sarah's birth.
According to the P.I., a Mr. Tyler Phillips had bought the house from the Beckers all those years ago and still owned it. Unfortunately, his phone number was unlisted, and he hadn't answered either of the two letters Sarah had sent. If she showed up at his door, he'd be forced to at least talk to her. Maybe he'd share some valuable insights about Tammy Becker and her parents and provide information on where Tammy lived now. He might even let Sarah into the house. She wanted to walk through it, see Tammy's bedroom and gaze out the same windows her biological mother had once looked through.
She was curious. What kind of person was Tammy Becker, and had she ever thought about the daughter she'd given up? Sarah hoped to one day meet the woman and maybe even develop a relationship.
Even if Mr. Phillips refused to talk to her, she was determined to get some answers while she was in town. Following the directions on her iPhone GPS, she turned her travel-weary sedan onto a small paved street aptly named Dusty Horse Road.
Wouldn't you know, rain began to pummel the car and the dirt-packed ground, sending splashes of wet dust flying.
Great, just great.
The last time Sarah had visited Montana, to research an article on fly-fishing during a hot week in July a few years ago, she'd heard about the fickle spring climate. Now she was experiencing the abrupt shifts firsthand.
Her windshield wipers fought to keep pace with the downpour. Sarah slowed to a crawl, squinting through the weather at the numbers on the mailboxes.
They were few and far between, sentries at the feet of the driveways of modest homes. After a few minutes, the rain eased to a lighter, slower rhythm. She was beginning to wonder if she'd ever find the address she was looking for, when the GPS indicated the house she wanted was a few hundred feet away.
There it was—a bungalow situated back from the road, its pale green siding in need of fresh paint. Scrag-gly weeds filled the garden bed under the front window, but the large front and side yards were mowed, and buds filled the overgrown bushes along one side.
A black pickup was parked under a tall cotton-wood at the edge of the gravel driveway. Someone was home—with any luck, Mr. Phillips himself.
This was it, the chance she'd hoped for. Slightly breathless, she pulled into the driveway and braked to a stop near the truck.
Shielding her hair with her shoulder bag, she dashed onto the porch, which was nothing but a concrete slab. Thanks to the overhang above the door, she was sheltered from the rain. Before ringing the doorbell, she smoothed her cap-sleeve blouse over her jeans and fluffed her hair, which had gotten wet despite the purse. Then she pressed the bell with a hand that trembled, thanks to a combination of nerves and a little fear. Though she couldn't have said what scared her.
Through the door she heard the faint, chiming ding-dong. Above her, clouds raced by, and another gust of wind whipped wet strands of hair across her face. So much for trying to look decent.
Sarah dug into her purse and quickly found her comb, but she needn't have hurried—Mr. Phillips, or whoever was inside, did not answer the door.
Maybe he needed extra time to reach it—the P.I. said he was in his mid-sixties—or maybe he hadn't heard the bell.
Determined, she rang again, letting her finger linger on the buzzer. After a short wait, she knocked. Nothing.
Frustrated and disappointed, but too curious to leave without at least sneaking a peek inside, she left the porch. Keeping under the shelter of the eaves, she stepped into the neglected garden along the front of the house.
Knee-high weeds raked the calves of her jeans, and mud sucked at her expensive leather slip-ons. Wishing she'd worn sneakers, she leaned forward and peered through the large front window into what appeared to be the living room. A sofa backed up against the window, and two armchairs and a coffee table faced an old TV. The off-white walls were completely bare. Mr. Phillips wasn't much for decorating.
Suddenly the deadbolt clicked. Sarah froze, but not for long. She turned and made a mad dash for the porch, stumbling over a dip in the ground in her haste. She'd barely regained her balance before the door swung open.
Caught in the garden like a thief. Great way to make a first impression, Sarah.
Her face burned, and she knew she was beet-red. With all the grace she could muster, she brushed off her hands and moved causally toward the door.
It wasn't until she planted her feet on the concrete slab that she mustered the courage to actually look at the large male standing in the doorway.
When she saw who it was, she almost stumbled again from the sheer shock. What was Clay Hollyer doing here?
The corner of his sexy mouth lifted in the devastating quirk women everywhere swooned over. Not Sarah—not anymore. She'd never thought she'd see him again and hadn't ever wanted to.
Yet there he was, as imposing and magnetic as ever.
He pushed his longish brown hair off his forehead, momentarily exposing the faint scar along his right temple, the result of an angry bull's attempt to rid himself of his tenacious rider sometime during Clay's brilliant career as America's champion bull rider.
As talented and good-looking as he was, Clay Hol-lyer was also cocky and full of himself. He was one of the biggest players Sarah had ever met, let alone profiled for a magazine article. The buckle bunnies who buzzed around him, vying for his attention like bees around a honeycomb, only increased his inflated opinion of himself.
That Sarah had been one of them—not a buckle bunny, but just as smitten—made seeing him now all the worse.
It had been nearly three years. Plenty had happened since then, and she doubted he even remembered her. Hoped and prayed he didn't. But the striking jade eyes known to every rodeo fan in the world narrowed, and his lips compressed into a thin, flat line, and she knew that he did.
She wanted to sink into the ground. Or better yet, make a beeline for the car. But she was no coward. She forced a smile. "Hello, Clay. You probably don't remember me. I'm Sa—"
"Sarah Tigarden. How could I ever forget you?" His expression hardened, belying his light tone. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Of all the women Clay had known, one of his least favorite was standing on his doorstep. If that wasn't bad enough, she'd trampled through the dead flower bed to snoop through the window. He was so not amused.
Despite his nasty-ass scowl, she barely flinched. She lost the phony smile though, and clutched the strap of her purse in a stranglehold. "I'm looking for Mr. Tyler Phillips."
"You want to talk my landlord." Clay snorted. "He doesn't live here, and FYI, he doesn't know anything about me."
"But this is his house."
"And he rented it to me. I don't do interviews anymore."
Even if he did, he wouldn't talk to her. A few years back, her big oh-so-guileless blue eyes and great legs had all but reeled him in. That and the habit she had of pushing her then long black hair behind her ears and catching her provocative lower lip between her teeth.
He'd soaked up her interest in him, had liked her enough that he'd even considered dating her. She didn't have the voluptuous curves he preferred, but those legs and her sweet little behind compensated for the small breasts.
Early one memorable morning, after ten days of letting her shadow him and answering her endless questions, he'd kissed her, in the stable with the horses, leaning against a clover-scented bale of hay. A sizzling kiss he'd thought about for months—and sometimes still did.
At the time, she'd seemed just as awed by the wallop that kiss had packed. Yet for some reason she'd cooled off, fast.
For the rest of the day and the night, she'd avoided being alone with him. The following morning, a full day before she was supposed to leave, she'd taken off without even thanking him for his time. She'd ignored his calls, emails and texts. Then she'd slammed him in print, calling him shallow, a player with a big ego that needed constant feeding. As if he were responsible for the women who threw themselves at him.
His buddies had laughed and said they wouldn't mind a similar article written about them, but that article had caused him no small amount of pain and trouble.
"I'm not here to do an interview, Clay."
Yeah, right. She was probably here to write a scathing piece about the life of a has-been. No, thanks.
Those big eyes widened, once more tempting him to fall under her spell and stay awhile. Not about to get suckered in again, he tore his gaze away. "How'd you find me?"
Not that his living here was a secret. He'd put out the press release himself, mostly to announce his new business venture. Since the accident and his forced retirement, interest from reporters had been all but nonexistent. Which suited him fine.
"Believe me, you're the last person I expected to run into," Sarah said. "I have no interest in you at all. None."
Why that bothered him was anyone's guess. She wasn't the first to feel that way. The angry bull that had crushed his knee had ruined more than his career. The buckle bunnies he'd once taken for granted had quickly turned their attention to other bull riders. Never mind that he'd driven them away. He didn't need their pity.
"Then why are you here?" he asked, not hiding his displeasure.
"I was hoping I could see the house."
Right, and he was a ballet dancer. "You're telling me Phillips wants to sell this place? Too bad—a couple of months ago, I signed a nine-month lease. I'm not leaving until the contractor finishes my house, and he just broke ground."
His bad leg was beginning to ache. He leaned against the doorjamb and crossed his arms.
"You're building a place in Saddlers Prairie." She frowned. "I thought you lived in Billings."
"I relocated."
"You're not riding anymore?"
She hadn't followed the stories, then. Just went to show how far he'd slipped from the radar. "Nope," he said. "I retired a year and a half ago."
The ache in his leg advanced to low-level pain, a sure sign that hell was on its way. He shouldn't have pushed himself so hard this morning.
"Thanks for stopping by." He backed inside and started to close the door.
"Wait—please!"
Her voice had a desperate ring to it he couldn't ignore. He hesitated.
"If I could just peek at the house," she said. "I won't stay long, I promise."
Vulnerability he hadn't noticed the last time they'd met made her look softer and even more attractive. Leaning heavily against the jamb, he eyed her. "Give me one good reason why I should believe you."
"How about the truth? I'm researching my family roots, and I found out that my mother and her parents once lived in this house."
He barely hid his surprise. "Can't you just ask them what you want to know?"
"I would, but both my parents are gone now—my adoptive parents, that is—and there are no other relatives to ask. This was my biological mother's house." Shadows filled her eyes. "Until recently, I didn't even know about her."
Interesting. "Closed adoption, huh?" he guessed.
"Something like that." She ducked her head, as if wanting to hide from him.
Curious, he cautiously flexed his bad leg. "When did she live here?"
"Twenty-nine years ago—when she was pregnant with me."
"And you're looking to learn something about her in this house, after all that time." Clay didn't buy it.
"I know it's a long shot, but it's all I have. Tyler Phillips bought this place from Bob and Judy Becker—my biological grandparents. The private investigator I hired said that Mr. Phillips still lived here. His phone number is unlisted, so I wrote to him for information, but he never replied. I thought that if I came in person, if he talked to me and showed me around, I might. .never mind. Thanks for your time."
She turned away, but not before Clay saw her crestfallen expression.
Hell. He wasn't doing anything right now, anyway, so what could it hurt to let her in? "I'll give you ten minutes. Then you have to leave."
She brightened right up. "Thank you."
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By Harlequin Junkie Blog
In The Rancher She Loved by Ann Roth, Sarah Tigarden has just discovered that she is adopted, something that would not have been so bad if her parents would have told her instead of her finding out by finding her birth certificate in her mother's safe deposit box after her mother's death. Now she has more questions than ever and no one to answer them for both her parent are dead. Her only option is to track down her birth mother.
TRSLClay Hollyer has not forgiven Sarah for the article she wrote about him three years before. He didn't so much mind the attention from women that came knocking down his door. What he minded is that she disappeared on him, didn't return his calls, his email or anything. Her article brought a gold digger that claimed he got her pregnant right before the rodeo, the news disturbed him so much that he got his knee crushed by the bull after being thrown.
Now Sarah is where the trail of her birth mother ends, trying to find something for herself. She knows that her mother's parents sold their house but maybe someone can point her in the right direction. Little does she know that Clay is renting the house that used to be her birth mother's, and if she wants him to allow her to look for clues of her birth, first she must convince him to let her through the door.
As Clay and Sarah spend more time trying to solve the mystery of her birth, he becomes more invested in her life and wants to know things as they develop, even if he still cannot trust her. But the chemistry that started that first kiss three years ago is still there and makes it more and more difficult to keep a distance between them personally. And now Clay thinks that maybe he should try and have an affair with her as long as it last in order to get rid of his obsession with her. Especially now that he realizes that no other woman can turn him on as much as her, and just thinking about her gets him turned on while no matter what any other woman does they cannot get the same result.
There are things that have made Sarah and Clay the way they are and when things get tough and a sort of déjà vu happens, it will show whether what they have is for the long haul or if it's just the fling that they both thought it was to begin with.
If you want a deeply emotional and really hot read, The Rancher She Loved by Ann Roth is a great choice.
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Saddlers Prairie
By MJ Britt
Another sweet and wonderful addition to the series. The boys were very well written. I enjoyed their journey as well as the love story!!
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good book.
By Alice M. Golden
another one of her good books. enjoyed reading her books, didn't want them to end. I would like to read more of her books.
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