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Wind River Rancher: Wind River Valley #2

Lindsay McKenna

ISBN 9781420141764
Publish Date 12/27/2016
Format Paperback
Categories Contemporary, Zebra, Western

The new novel from the bestselling author of Wind River Wrangler

Something to hold on to . . .

Not so long ago, Reese Lockhart was commanding a company of Marines. Now his life is spiraling out of control. The Bar C ranch outside Jackson Hole, Wyoming may be his last chance to save himself . . .

Shaylene Crawford, an Afghanistan veteran herself, knows all too well the demons of PTSD—that’s why she’s determined to turn her family’s cattle ranch into a place where wounded warriors can work, find a home, and rebuild their souls. Her embittered father nearly drank and gambled the place away, but with help from a small crew of vets—including the newest arrival, the quietly compelling Reese Lockhart—she intends to hold on to her dream. And when someone tries to destroy that dream, Reese will do whatever it takes to defend her . . .

About Lindsay McKenna :

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lindsay McKenna is the pseudonym of award-winning author Eileen Nauman. With more than 135 titles to her credit and approximately 23 million books sold in 33 countries worldwide, Lindsay is one of the most distinguished authors in the women's fiction genre. She is the recipient of many awards, including six RT Book Reviews awards (including best military romance author) and an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award. In 1999, foreseeing the emergence of ebooks, she became the first bestselling women's fiction author to exclusively release a new title digitally. In recognition of her status as one of the originators of the military adventure/romance genre, Lindsay is affectionately known as “The Top Gun of Women's Military Fiction.” Lindsay comes by her military knowledge and interest honestly—by continuing a family tradition of serving in the U.S. Navy. Her father, who served on a destroyer in the Pacific theater during World War II, instilled a strong sense of patriotism and duty in his daughter.

Shay sat at the trestle table, a cup of chamomile tea in her hands. It was 3:00 a.m. When she heard a door open and close down the hall, she knew Reese was getting up. Relieved, she saw him amble down the hall in a white T-shirt and blue pajama bottoms, feet bare. His hair was tousled and his eyes sleep ridden. Max got up, going to greet him. Reese leaned down, ruffling the dog’s fur.

“How long you been up?” he mumbled, going to the cupboard for a mug.

“An hour,” Shay admitted quietly.

“Did you get any sleep at all?”

Mouth quirking, she said, “Not really. Just going over everything that needs to be done here today. They’re going to be bringing in the tents this afternoon to set up where we’ll have the food and drinks. That has to be done first.” She pushed her hair behind her shoulder as Reese came over and sat in his chair at her elbow. Her heart blossomed with such need of this man, who was like a quiet oasis in the storm of her life. And that’s what it felt like right now: a hurricane shrieking around her.

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