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Claire Dobbs needed a job—and she needed it yesterday. But when the single mother of three arrived at Pine Road Ranch, she didn't expect to be greeted by six-foot-plus of scowling, growling cowboy….
After being injured in a bullfight, all Fletcher Kingsley wanted to do was slink home to Honeyford, Oregon, and lick his wounds. The former rodeo champ didn't need a housekeeper. He needed a wife! It was either that—or forfeit his beloved family home.
It would be a cold day in Honeyford before Fletcher ever got hitched. But having the pretty, spirited widow and her lively brood underfoot could change a man's mind in a hurry. Especially when sweet Claire started him thinking about home and hearth…and love?
- Sales Rank: #325932 in eBooks
- Published on: 2010-09-01
- Released on: 2010-09-01
- Format: Kindle eBook
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Pajama-clad and sock-footed seven-year-old Will Dobbs raced across a scarred pine hallway, skidded a sharp left into his room and took a flying leap onto the mattress. He sat cross-legged with his arms wrapped around his chest, his teet h chat ter ing li ke casta nets. "I'm f-f-f-f-freezing! "
As urgently as an outlaw with a posse at his heels, five-year-old Orlando dove into bed beside his big brother, shaking his legs with enough force to make the headboard rap against the wall. "M-m-me t-t-t-too! I got goose bumps all over me."
"My lips are frozen."
"My tongue is. Listen—I ca' har'ly talk."
Refusing to be outdone by his younger sibling, Will rose to his knees. "I'm so cold, I'm pissin' ice cubes."
"William Romeo Dobbs!" At the sound of their mother's voice, both boys made bug eyes at each other and scrambled beneath the sheets.
Claire hustled to her sons' bed, a tattered but thick blanket folded in her arms. She stared down at them. "Where on earth did you learn that expression?"
Will mumbled from under the sheet. "Sorry, Mom."
"Well, I should say." After an admonishing glare for good measure, she shook out the cover, spreading the thick wool across the bumps and angles of their small bodies. "Besides, it's hardly a contest. Y'all are both human Popsicles. I better warm you up quick or I'll find two icicles in bed tomorrow instead of little boys." She began to tuck them in with exaggerated urgency, making them giggle.
Will offered another exaggerated shiver, mostly, his mother hoped, for effect. "Is Oregon always cold?"
"Nope. By summer it'll be so hot we'll wish for a frost."
"Mom?" Pulling the covers up to his chin, Will frowned. "Are we staying here forever?" He watched carefully for her response.
Gazing down at him, Claire felt a rush of love and regret that made her heart feel like a sponge with the water squeezed out. Sitting on the bed, she let their hazel gazes settle into each other. Will was the one of her offspring that most resembled her, particularly in his tendency to fret about the future. Smoothing his wheat-colored bangs, she tried to sound like a woman with a great plan. "I expect to live here for years and years, Will. I figure you and your brother and sister will live here until you go off to college. Then I hope you'll come home for Thanksgiving and Christmas." She went nose to nose with him. "At least you better, or I'll bake your favorite pies and eat them all myself."
Orlando popped up in bed as if his spine were a spring. "I'm gonna stay with you, Mom. Me and my wife are gonna live here and drive you around in our car."
"You gotta get a job before you buy a wife and car." Will rolled his eyes and tugged at the blanket his brother had pulled off. "That's how come I'm going to college." He nodded importantly at Claire, who nodded importantly back. She'd done a thorough job of impressing upon her eldest that he would the first Dobbs to go to college, not to mention the first to graduate from high school.
Orlando ignored them both, his unleashed enthusiasm making him bounce on the bed. "I'm gonna work in a mine like Daddy. I'm gonna wear a hard hat with a light on it and big boots for my feet."
The sweetness of the evening drained abruptly for Claire, replaced by a nausea she had grown used to over the past year. Before moving lock, stock and barrel to Oregon, she, her boys and their father had lived in eastern Kentucky, in a town where any man worth his salt worked as a mountaintop miner. Arlo Dobbs had definitely been worth his salt. He'd lied about his age and gone to work for the mining company when he was only sixteen. By eighteen, he'd saved enough money to rent a home and buy a wedding band, and the day he'd asked Claire to marry him, he'd looked as proud and notable as a millionaire.
Glancing out the rectangle of window above her sons' bed, Claire wished she could see a star through the thick cloud cover. She needed a reminder that heaven could sometimes be seen right here on earth. She'd become Arlo's wife before she'd been able to vote and had never regretted it. He had been a man easy to love and easy to honor, but she didn't want any of their babies following his footsteps.
Or mine, either. Her jaw tensed. Somewhere under that great big sky was a kinder, better life. She intended for her children to have their fair share of it.
"You don't look happy."
Will's worried voice jerked Claire to her present. She smiled to ease her boy's fears. "I'm always happy when I'm with you and Orlando and Rozzy. I was just thinking about how I've got to sew the curtains for your window."
"And you don't like to sew?" Orlando guessed, up and jumping on his knees now, making the tired mattress sag.
"It's not what I'm best at." Gently but insistently, Claire pushed him down to his pillow.
"What are you best at?"
She pretended to have to think about it. "Good-night tickles." She dove for their ribs, eliciting easy laughter from Orlando. When Will chortled, too, Claire counted herself a success and left her sons to what she hoped would be a good night's sleep.
Trudging across the short hallway to the room she shared with her baby girl, Rosalind, Claire felt too stiff and tired to be twenty-five, too young to be a widow—but life hardly ever asked permission before it changed on a person.
There were plenty of risks associated with working in a mine, but Arlo hadn't succumbed to those. He'd died in a single-car accident along a winding road on the way home from work. At the time, Claire had had two children under six and a baby ready to be born. There hadn't been any family or education to fall back on, and she'd begun to think God might be teaching her a lesson when life had shifted again and suddenly she'd been back in His good graces.
Her great-aunt Faylene on her mother's side had passed on at the comfortable age of ninety-two, bequeathing Claire this two-bedroom, one-bath, totally paid-off house about sixty miles east of Oregon's central corridor. Except for Arlo's 1980 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme with cruise control, it was the first time Claire had owned anything bigger than a suitcase. Such a windfall—a house that was all hers with no questions asked and roomfuls of furniture to go with it—had sent her straight to her knees in gratitude and relief.
Walking softly to the crib where her eleven-month-old slept, Claire gazed at the fair, Ivory-soap skin Rosalind had inherited from her father. Rozzy would never know Arlo, and the boys were still so young…. The details they remembered now would blur until the time came when their daddy was a memory and no longer a feeling. It killed Claire to think of it.
Putting two fingers to her lips, she pressed a kiss softly against Rosalind's cheek then headed downstairs, flipping off lights on her way to the living room. There, she checked the thermostat: fifty-one degrees if she squinted, and it was only early November; winter in eastern Oregon had not even begun.
Belligerently overriding the financial fears that never left her now, she shoved the thermostat up a good ten degrees. Letting her babies turn blue in their beds was not part of her plan.
She needed a job, and she needed it yesterday. She'd barely driven across the Oregon border before she'd started looking for employment, but her search had left her bone dry. Until today. This afternoon, she had spied her first golden ray of hope—an employment notice in the local paper.
Two years' guaranteed employment for an honest, hardworking woman. Can you cook, muck a stall, bake a pecan pie? Integrity and loyalty a must to join the team at Pine Road Ranch. Apply in person. 120056 Old Pine Road. Benefits.
Heart skipping with excitement, Claire had clipped the ad and stuck it to the refrigerator using one of her aunt's "Faith, Hope and Love" magnets for good luck. Every chance she'd gotten tonight, she'd reread it.
Pine Road Ranch. It sounded like the kind of operation that had been around for years, would be around for years to come. This could be the job that saved her.
Claire didn't hold with being disrespectful to her elders, but before Arlo there hadn't been a Dobbs in all of Willow Hills, Kentucky, who'd worked an honest day in his life. Her family hadn't been much better. The one thing she had made Arlo swear to before she'd agreed to marry was that their kids would feel secure and protected. Never, ever would their own parents give them cause to lower their eyes in shame.
She intended to have that job. Since cooking was a skill she'd perfected in grade school, Claire decided to give the folks at Pine Road Ranch samples to make their mouths water for more.
In her kitchen, the cow-shaped clock Aunt Faylene had hung between the tile counter and the nicked, cream-painted cabinets read seven thirty-five. Time to get to work. There were cinnamon rolls to ice, homemade-jam cookies and a butter-soft egg bread to bake, plus a chicken she planned to roast with carrots, pearl onions and parsnips. It didn't matter if morning rose before the bread did or if she fell asleep standing up; she wouldn't go to bed until every last thing was perfect.
Taming her fatigue with determination, Claire headed to the pantry and filled her arms with ingredients.
If she had to clean from dusk till dawn to keep a roof over her children's heads, food in their bellies and self-respect in their hearts, then by God she'd do it. She would muck out any stall, cook a million meals. Whatever it took. No matter what, she was going to wipe the fear and concern from Will's eyes—and keep the innocence in Orlando's and Rosalind's.
Hungry ranchers? Messy house? Filthy barn? Bring it on.
I'm your woman, Pine Road Ranch.
Bat dung and cobwebs. Those were the first things Fletcher Kingsley saw when he opened his eyes on… What day was it? Thursday? Friday?
Struggling until he sat upright with his palms braced agai...
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
Hooks You Right In
By LAS Reviewer
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I was hooked as soon as the crotchety and mangy cat started to purr because I realized that he was the perfect personification of Fletcher the man.
Fletcher is the hero and he's a man who is so drowning in torment he doesn't know the way up to get fresh air and even when the light shines in his face he doesn't trust it. That's one of the biggest internal hurdles poor Fletcher has to overcome, that and everyone else's perception of him in town. Perception plays a humongous role in this book when it comes to the hero. When he was a kid, people didn't talk about certain things and a kid can only draw upon his own limited life experiences to explain adult happenings and the poor kid was scarred for life. I really felt for him. In the beginning, I had a hard time feeling sorry for him because he was so much like what that roughed up cat looked like - ornery. The difference is that the cat was willing to purr and the man was afraid to. How can a man like that be healed? The author did a good job of making me want to know.
Claire's character is a delight. Some of her internal dialogue was brilliant and I really respected her character. She has an indomitable spirit that just won't take no for an answer. She's got three adorable kids and the author did a great job of balanced writing about them during the course of the book. They weren't props, they were her life and her joy. I definitely got the impression of a strong mother's love from Claire. Ms. Warren also imbued the heroine with just enough strength, vulnerability, desperation and hope to draw a reader into caring for her without the burden of pity. I enjoyed watching Claire discombobulate Fletcher.
There were quite a few secondary characters that were important because they allowed the hero and heroine to explore their fledgling romance even when it hit snags. Dean, Fletcher's brother, is an enigma. Is he really as unflappable and perfect as Fletcher views him? Is he really that oblivious? The author knows and there's a promise of Dean's own story coming up and Ms. Warren did a good job of piquing my interest with the role he played in this tale. I enjoyed Claire's helpful neighbor and found myself being totally surprised by the mayor. That was a nice little twist in more ways than one.
The Cowboy's Convenient Bride has all the emotional and sentimental violin strings in play and the outcome is a beautiful romance story. There is humor, internal angst, and truths revealed that heal and bring hope to the hopeless. It's a well told story of two people battered by life and circumstances coming together by accident or design who end up bringing their lost dreams back to vivid life. This book was a joy to read and I read it cover to cover in one sitting. The happily ever after is as sweet as one of Claire's cakes or muffins - delicious.
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful.
Another Great Story From A Master Story Teller
By Amazon Customer
Wendy Warren has done it again with this first book in her Honeyford series. She's given us a story that pulls at heart strings and takes me back to a time when America was defined by small town life. There's humor here, poignant longing, two people falling in love despite all their obstacles, and a new family coming together. By the time I was done, I was ready to pack up and move to Honeyford. Can't wait for the next book in this series.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
Title has little to do with the story
By S. L. Morris
I am not going to say this story is bad because it isn't. There are several inconsistencies that the editor missed but my big issue is the false advertising. I bought this because I happen to like marriage of convenience stories. This was not one. The h didn't even work with the H long before he told her she needed to find another job. This was after she bent over backwards trying to get him to hire her and practically begging him and everyone else in town for a job in the first place. On her first day of work they sleep together, they have a short affair.....then he spooks and calls it done. Of course this is a HEA story but they didn't get married until the epilogue and there wasn't much of a romance before that. What there was seemed to happen "off camera" so to speak.
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