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A getaway from the wrong groom leads to...
A tall, blue-eyed Texas temptation...
When Shelby Arthur’s mad dash from the altar ends in the arms of sexy rancher Caleb Mackenzie, she’s a goner. And then the handsome Texan offers his ranch as a hideaway while she gets her life under control...but soon their passion is out of control. Is Caleb the right guy at the wrong wedding, or will Shelby run again?
MAUREEN CHILD writes for the Mills & Boon Desire line and can’t imagine a better job. A seven-time finalist for a prestigious Romance Writers of America RITA® Award, Maureen is an author of more than one hundred romance novels. Her books regularly appear on bestseller lists and have won several awards, including a Prism Award, a National Readers’ Choice Award, a Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence and a Golden Quill Award. She is a native Californian but has recently moved to the mountains of Utah.
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Runaway Temptation
Maureen Child
ISBN: 978-1-474-07673-9
RUNAWAY TEMPTATION
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Published in Great Britain 2018
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To Carter and Cade. For the hugs. For the laughs.
For the love. For the future.
Contents
“I hate weddings.” Caleb Mackenzie ran his index finger around the inside of his collar. But that didn’t do a thing to loosen the tie he wore, or to rid himself of the “wish I were anywhere but here” thoughts racing through his mind. “I feel like I’m overdressed for my own hanging.”
Caleb wasn’t real fond of suits. Sure, he had a wide selection of them since he needed them for meetings and business deals. But he was much more comfortable in jeans, a work shirt and his favorite boots, running his ranch, the Double M. Still, as the ranch grew, he found himself in the dreaded suits more and more often because expansion called for meeting bankers and investors on their turf.
Right now, though, he’d give plenty to be on a horse riding out across the open range. Caleb knew his ranch hands were getting the work done, but there were stock ponds to check on, a pregnant mare he was keeping an eye on and a hay field still to harvest and store.
Yet instead, here he stood, in the hot Texas sun, in an elegant suit and shining black boots. He tugged the brim of his gray Stetson down