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    His Mysterious Bride (BBW Western Romance): Millionaire Cowboys, #2
    His Mysterious Bride (BBW Western Romance): Millionaire Cowboys, #2
    His Mysterious Bride (BBW Western Romance): Millionaire Cowboys, #2
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    His Mysterious Bride (BBW Western Romance): Millionaire Cowboys, #2

    By Jenn Roseton

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    When an unconscious, curvy woman appears on Zach Coltson’s ranch, his first instinct is to get her to safety. A storm is brewing and there is no way he can call for help.

    When the woman recovers consciousness, they are both shocked to discover she has amnesia!

    Why doesn’t she have any identification on her? What made her seek out his ranch? Zach vows to help her discover the answers, and along the way, loses his heart to her.

    But can she return his feelings? Is she free to do so? Will she become His Mysterious Bride?

    This is a novella of 34,000 words and can be read as a stand-alone.

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    PublisherJenn Roseton
    Release dateNov 30, 2015
    ISBN9781524276027
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      His Mysterious Bride (BBW Western Romance) - Jenn Roseton

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

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      Thanks to Gail and Nicole for answering my questions. I really appreciate it.

      CHAPTER 1

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      Zach Coltson shut the door of his cabin and walked in the weak sunshine of early morning March toward the riverbank. Yesterday, he’d finished taming a wild horse for one of his clients, and couldn’t help feeling satisfied with the results.

      Moonlight had been a pretty, but skittish filly; all black apart from a white diamond on her forehead. But by the time he’d gained the creature’s trust, and had gently broken her in to accept an experienced rider on her back, he’d been pleased with the transformation. And so had his client. Moonlight had whickered to him and nudged her nose against his hand as Zach had said goodbye to her. Then she allowed herself to be loaded into the horse trailer and driven back to her owner’s ranch.

      Now, he’d decided to take a couple of weeks off before he took on a new client. It would be great to go horseback riding for fun, instead of doing it as part of his job.

      His footsteps crunched on the dirt track as he approached the river. Although he’d lived on the ranch all his life, he never got tired of the scenery. In this part of Montana, they had endless pasture, and a sky that seemed to go on forever, as well as large mountains in the distance.

      He halted as a shape came into view along the riverbank. It looked about five feet or so long, and huddled. Surely it couldn’t be a person?

      His long-legged stride ate up the distance until he was beside the still form, covered in mud-encrusted black long pants and a light purple sweater. A woman.

      Her eyes were closed, and she appeared unconscious. He cursed under his breath, and scanned the area. No one around. A bird chirped nearby, but apart from a cow mooing in the distance, there was no other sound.

      She had light brown hair, ending somewhere between her chin and her shoulders. Her skin was pale and creamy, and she looked well-nourished.

      He gently touched her shoulder. She seemed to be breathing evenly. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, and he couldn’t help admiring her curvy figure, even as his protective instincts took over. He had to get this woman help.

      Her eyelids fluttered open, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Her foot twitched, and then she sank back into unconsciousness.

      He quickly assessed her for any injuries. Since she’d been able to move her foot, she hadn’t damaged her spine, so it should be safe to move her, once the paramedics had seen her.

      But ... he looked at the sky. Although sunshine had struggled through the dove-gray clouds only a few moments ago, the whole sky had suddenly turned to an ominous shade of gray.

      His blood chilled. The freak storm the TV news had mentioned last night – although it wasn’t supposed to hit this part of Montana. There wasn’t time to wait for an ambulance. He had to get her to safety. Now.

      No blood, no obvious wounds. Good.

      Gathering her in his arms, he strode toward his cabin, carrying her easily. The sudden temperature drop bit into his skin through the layers of his long-sleeved shirt and jacket. If he hadn’t found her in time ...

      He kicked the door open and laid her down on the sofa in the small living room.

      His cabin was the smallest dwelling on the ranch, but it suited him fine – one bedroom, one bathroom, a living room, and kitchen. It was all he needed. He’d even kept most of his grandfather’s furniture – solid American made oak – and a crocheted granny square afghan his grandmother made, with colorful wool that reminded him of a flower garden. He draped the rug over the woman, wanting to raise her body temperature. She only looked around twenty-six or twenty-seven. What was she doing here? How did she get here? Their property boundary stretched for miles. And more important, why was she unconscious on the riverbank?

      He crossed to the wood stove, stoking up the embers and putting in another log, watching with satisfaction as the orange-red blaze kick-started into life. Keeping her warm was his first priority.

      Just as he was about to get another blanket, her eyes fluttered, then closed again. Her dark eyelashes stood out starkly against her pale eyelids. No makeup on her face, just a natural, wholesome prettiness and creamy complexion he couldn’t help responding to. The only evidence of her ordeal was her parched lips.

      Wind rattled in the chimney, and rain pelted against the windows and roof. The interior of the cabin suddenly darkened, as if somebody had flicked off a light switch.  Zach turned on the living room light, then crossed back to the sofa, studying her face once more.

      Her eyelids fluttered again, and this time remained open. She squinted, as if the overhead light was too bright for her eyes. Then she licked her dry lips and looked at him through hazel eyes flecked with gold.

      Who are you? she whispered.

      ***

      Drink this. The man held a glass of water to her lips. Her hand shook as she curled her fingers around the tumbler, the cool, wet liquid feeling good against her arid lips and throat.

      When she couldn’t manage any more sips, she sank back against the arm of the comfortable sofa, shaking her head when he tried to hold the glass once again to her mouth.

      He was tall, with short, dark brown hair. Hawk-like brown eyes that looked like they would never miss anything. Craggily handsome face. She guessed him to be in his early thirties. A deep, masculine voice she somehow found oddly comforting. He looked like he worked outdoors; his broad shoulders under his denim shirt appeared to be well muscled.

      Her gaze flickered to the dwelling walls. She was in some kind of cabin. But she had no idea how – or why - she was there. Solid, old-fashioned, dependable looking oak furniture – somehow it reminded her of the man standing over her. She glanced down at the crocheted rug covering her. The pink, white, and blue granny squares with black borders looked like they had been made a long time ago with loving care.

      A wood burning stove in the corner gave out welcome warmth, the flickering flames dancing inside.

      How— her voice faltered and she licked her lips. How did I get here?

      I found you on the riverbank and brought you here, he replied, scrutinizing her expression.

      She crinkled her brow. The riverbank? Which riverbank? Why was she there?

      Where am I? She gazed at him as if he could supply all the answers to her predicament.

      You’re at the 8C Ranch in Montana. We’re nearly an hour from Billings. The closest town is Spring River Bend.

      Ranch? Montana? She shook her head. The name of the ranch meant nothing to her. Why would she be on a ranch in Montana?

      I’m Zach Coltson, he added, and gestured to the living room. This is my cabin.

      I don’t understand. She shivered.

      Are you cold? He was instantly at her side. Let me get you another blanket.

      He disappeared into another room and returned seconds later. Here. He wrapped a blue blanket around her shoulders, as if she were made of crystal. That’s better.

      Thanks. She smiled at him weakly. I’m— she hesitated. I’m— She looked at him in consternation. I can’t remember my name.

      Her stomach flip-flopped with anxiety. What was going on? Why didn’t she know what her name was?

      She closed her eyes as a sudden pain in her head overwhelmed her. Putting her hand up to her forehead, as if that would somehow stop the throbbing ache, she closed her eyes. But when she opened them, she saw him – Zach – standing close by, looking at her with concern on his face.

      What’s wrong? He hunkered down, so his face was at the same level as hers.

      My head, she whispered. It really hurts.

      You might be concussed. He straightened, then ran his hands over her head. You have a bump - here. His fingers stroked the tender spot. You need to be checked out by a doctor, but we’re in the middle of a storm, so we can’t go anywhere right now.

      His fingers felt cool and capable against her scalp. In another world, she would have given into the temptation to lean into his touch. But she didn’t know her own name, had no idea where she was, and Zach Coltson was a complete stranger to her.

      Or was he?

      Did he know who she was? Had she known him before her concussion? She must have hit her head somehow. But why had she been on the riverbank? Had he put her there?

      Instantly, she dismissed the notion. Instinct told her he had nothing to do with her current situation, save for bringing her to his cabin and keeping her warm. Somehow, she sensed she could trust him with her innermost secrets, and he would keep her safe. But she didn’t even know if she had any secrets.

      I’ll get you some ibuprofen. He opened a cupboard in the small kitchen next to the living room and took out a cardboard box, shaking out two pills. Here. Zach crossed back to the sofa, holding out the tablets and a glass of water.

      Thanks. She took the pills from his outstretched hand, trying not to touch his palm with the tips of her fingers. But her hand shook, and she grazed his work-toughened palm with the pad of her finger. She inhaled shakily as a ripple of awareness raced down her spine.

      Swallowing the pills, she held out the glass to him. He took it from her, and set it on the coffee table.

      So, he said carefully, as if he thought that by saying the wrong word, she would instantly bolt. Is there anything you do remember? You were lying unconscious on the riverbank near my cabin.

      She closed her eyes, trying to think. But her mind was a complete blank. No. She stared at him helplessly. Why would I be there?

      You tell me, he answered, frowning.

      She shook her head, wincing as the movement reminded her of her headache. The pills hadn’t kicked in yet.

      I don’t know, she whispered.

      "When I found

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