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    Captured by Grace (BBW Western Romance): Sisters of Rose Lark Ranch, #3
    Captured by Grace (BBW Western Romance): Sisters of Rose Lark Ranch, #3
    Captured by Grace (BBW Western Romance): Sisters of Rose Lark Ranch, #3
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    Captured by Grace (BBW Western Romance): Sisters of Rose Lark Ranch, #3

    By Jenn Roseton

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    A curvy girl romance!

    Ever since Grace left Seattle to live on the Rose Lark Ranch she inherited with her sisters, something – no, someone – had been missing. And that someone had a name.

    Sam Hartwell.

    Her ex-boss and co-owner of the art gallery where she used to work.

    Except … he barely knew she existed.

    Until … one day he turns up at the ranch seeking her help.

    Sam has a proposal for her – he’ll pay her $5,000 to fly with him to Wyoming to cajole his best-selling artist to finish his latest painting on time.

    Grace doesn’t want Sam’s money. She only wants him.

    Can he fall in love with an unsophisticated, curvy girl like her? Or will her heart be broken all over again?

    This is a contemporary romance novella of 33,000 words and can be read as a standalone.

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJenn Roseton
    Release dateDec 24, 2017
    ISBN9781540118806
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      Captured by Grace (BBW Western Romance) - Jenn Roseton

      Captured by Grace (BBW Western Romance – Sisters of Rose Lark Ranch 3)

      by

      Jenn Roseton

      Copyright © 2017 by Jenn Roseton

      All rights reserved

      No part of this publication may be copied, reproduced in any format, by any means, electronic or otherwise, without prior consent from the copyright owner and publisher of this book.

      This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and events are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.

      This is a sexy contemporary romance novella of approximately 33,000 words.

      CHAPTER 1

      ––––––––

      The screech of brakes alerted Grace Lockhart to the fact that something was wrong.

      She hurried out of the farmhouse. A sleek, black SUV stood in the middle of the dirt and gravel driveway. And a man was hunkered down on the ground, looking under the vehicle.

      Her sisters, Tess, and Harriet, were out. They weren’t expecting any bed and breakfast guests today, unless this was an unexpected arrival?

      I didn’t hit them, did I? the man demanded, his voice echoing from under the SUV.

      She froze. Even muffled, she would know that voice anywhere. It belonged to Sam Hartwell, her ex-boss. One of her ex-bosses, to be precise.

      Glancing around, her thoughts in a whirl, she spied a hen with seven fluffy yellow chicks, toddling along the dirt driveway toward the house, as if they had no idea they had been the cause of the vehicle braking suddenly.

      No, you didn’t hit them. She attempted to collect herself. If you’re talking about the chickens.

      Grace. The man backed out from underneath the vehicle and straightened, brushing down his expensive looking smoke gray suit.

      It wasn’t fair. He looked exactly as she remembered him. Her unrequited crush came roaring back to full life. She swallowed.

      What are you doing here, Sam?

      Looking for you, he said casually, as if he checked to make sure he didn’t hit a stray chicken every day of the week. Maybe he did.

      It seems that you found me, she replied, turning her gaze to the chickens. How had they gotten out of their pen? She’d rather think about that than think about Sam – or look at him.

      She didn’t have to. He was tall, maybe six inches over her five foot six, with short dark hair, brown eyes, and handsome – just handsome. At thirty-four, he was ten years older than her.

      And he was one of the reasons she’d quit her job in Seattle and moved to the Rose Lark Ranch in Montana she’d inherited with her sisters one year and three weeks ago.

      I need to talk to you. His gaze took her in, then scanned his surroundings, landing on the chicks. Should they be allowed to roam around like that?

      No. She followed his gaze. They must have gotten out of their pen. I better put them back in.

      Grace hurried over to the fluffy little creatures and their mother, encouraging them to follow her back to the pen.

      She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder at Sam, feeling alternately hot and cold all over.

      Grace had dreamed of Sam arriving at the ranch, saying he couldn’t live without her. But that hadn’t happened. Not for one year and three weeks. Just when she’d told herself to give up on her crush, he turned up.

      What must he think of the ranch? She and her sisters had finally begun to turn around the rundown place, building two bed and breakfast cabins and a three-goat herd of angoras.

      And now, her eldest sister Tess was married and lived in an impressive log home on the ranch, and her sister Harriet was newly engaged to their ranch hand.

      Which left her, all alone.

      Stop it, she muttered fiercely, spying the section of wire fence that had a small gap in it. The hens must have worked it loose, allowing the brown hen to squeeze through, along with her chicks.

      She grabbed some grain from the shed next to the pen and rattled the container, enticing the chicks to hop back into the grassy enclosure.

      Picking up the mother hen, she gently lifted her over the fence and down on the other side.

      They’re cute. His attractive, deep voice was right behind her.

      Yes, she managed. I just have to fix this hole or they’ll get out again.

      What do you need?

      She forced herself to swing around and face him, her gaze drifting over him. He looked so – so – debonair. And handsome. He didn’t belong on a ranch where dust and dirt went hand in hand.

      You might get dirty. Her blue capris and T-shirt were no match for his designer suit. And her curves were so different to his tall, muscular frame.

      He chuckled. I think that’s already happened. He gestured to his gray trousers, a little bit of dust still clinging to them.

      There’s a piece of wood over there. She gestured to the side of the shed, making her way over to it as she spoke. I’ll just put that here to block the hole, and ask Coop to fix the fence.

      Coop? he enquired, his dark eyebrows drawing together.

      Our ranch hand. And my sister Harriet’s fiancé. She hadn’t needed to explain that.

      She busied herself with placing the wood in front of the hole so she wouldn’t have to observe his reaction.

      Oh.

      She couldn’t tell if her statement had any impact on him or not.

      Is there somewhere we can talk? he asked as she straightened up.

      We can go inside the house, she replied, realizing too late she would be alone with him.

      You’re alone with him now.

      But somehow, being alone with him outside on this warm July afternoon seemed totally different to being alone with him inside the old farmhouse.

      He walked by her side as they reached the farmhouse. Blue sky that seemed to go on forever highlighted the green pasture opposite the house and the tall pine trees in the distance.

      The house had recently been repainted. Fresh yellow clapboard replaced the tired, faded hint of lemon, but the two creaky wooden steps announced their presence under Grace and Sam’s feet.

      Come in. She opened the screen door and led the way inside the cool house toward the kitchen.

      Coffee? She gestured to the coffee machine sitting on the counter top.

      Sure. He nodded.

      Grace focused on getting out two mugs and putting capsules into the machine.

      She remembered how he liked his coffee – a dash of cream. In fact, she remembered everything about him. That was the problem. Just having him here in the kitchen – no, having him turn up at the ranch – brought all her feelings back to vivid life.

      And she didn’t like it.

      How could she get over him when he was here, right in the same room?

      Grace made the coffee and brought it over to the scarred wooden table.

      Since she and her sisters had moved into the farmhouse, they had slowly made improvements, but the kitchen was still the original, with homey, old-fashioned décor.

      I need your help, he stated as she sat down opposite him.

      Oh? She managed to hold his gaze for an instant, before focusing on stirring the black depths of her coffee as if her life depended on it.

      Why had he come to see her? How could she possibly help him? He was a millionaire – not only did he co-own the art gallery with his brother Parker, but he also had financial interests in other businesses, as well as the stock market. She’d gleaned that much from Parker, whom she’d worked for at the gallery.

      We’re hosting a big exhibition for Emmett Corvin and his new painting is late.

      Really? She looked up at him. Emmett had been her favorite of all the artists the gallery had hosted when she’d worked there.

      Yeah. He frowned, as if he wasn’t used to the idea that something like this could happen.

      And maybe he wasn’t. Although he was a co-owner, he was mostly hands off, giving Parker the reins. When she’d worked there, he usually dropped by once or twice per week to check everything was running smoothly, before going back to his other business dealings, or spending his evenings at society events, his photo in the paper with a glamorous woman on his arm. A woman who was not curvy.

      Did Emmett say why he’s running late with it?

      No. His frown deepened. Parker called him, but Emmett wanted to speak to you. When my brother told him you no longer worked for us, Emmett hung up.

      She managed to hide a small smile. Parker was essentially a good guy, but wasn’t known for his tact.

      Why did you leave us, Grace? He studied her face.

      Her heart skipped a beat at his scrutiny, but she kept her tone light.

      I’m sure Parker told you why, she replied. I inherited this place— she waved a hand around the kitchen —with my sisters, and we decided to move here and live in the fresh country air. And when it happened, you were out of the States. At his inquiring look, she added, Parker told me.

      Right. He didn’t appear to look happy at her reminder. I had some stuff to deal with.

      It didn’t make sense to stay in Seattle while my sisters moved in here. Had he really expected her to hang around in Seattle just so she could tell him in person she was quitting her job?

      Where are your sisters? He craned his neck, as if expecting them to pop up at any second.

      They’ve gone to Spring River Bend.

      The small town I passed on the way here?

      Yes. She nodded. Harriet works as a barista at the coffee shop there, and Tess is doing the grocery shopping.

      And you all live here – in this house?

      She wondered why he was asking all these questions. He hadn’t seemed so interested in her when she’d been working at the art gallery for two years, straight out of college.

      We used to, she replied. But now Tess is married and has her own house on part of the ranch, and Harriet spends some of her time with her fiancé.

      The ranch hand, he clarified.

      Yes.

      It was weird practically having the farmhouse to herself. She’d been used to all three of them living together, but now she was mostly alone.

      Why do you think I can help you with Emmett? she asked

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