A Rancher's Christmas (Saddlers Prairie, 5, Band 1472) - Softcover

Roth, Ann

 
9780373754762: A Rancher's Christmas (Saddlers Prairie, 5, Band 1472)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0373754760 ISBN 13: 9780373754762
Verlag: Harlequin American Romance, 2013

Inhaltsangabe

A Holiday Change Of Heart 

Gina Arnett comes home to Saddlers Prairie to say goodbye to her uncle and sell the family ranch she's just inherited. Her focus is on getting back to Chicago and her high-powered job. Two things change her plans: a sudden blizzard that causes the town to be snowed in, and Zach Horton—the ranch foreman who tries to convince her to stay. 

Gina's boundless ambition is something Zach understands all too well. He's kept his past a secret, and to uncover it, she'll have to reveal her own uncomfortable truths—and her growing feelings for Zach. He's not the kind of man she dreamed of falling for. But at the Christmas season, all dreams seem possible….

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Ann Roth lives in Seattle with her husband. After earning an MBA, she worked as a banker and corporate trainer. She gave up that life to write, and if they awarded PhDs in writing happily-ever-after stories she'd have one. In 1999 Ann won the Golden Heart  for unpublished writers for best long series. Since then she has sold numerous romance and women's fiction novels, a novella and short stories.For more information, visit www.annroth.net 

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Gina was rushing out to get herself another espresso before the upcoming meeting when her office phone rang. Knowing that it might be someone from Grant Industries, she lunged toward her desk before her assistant, Carrie, picked up. "This is Gina Arnett."

"It's Uncle Redd."

Of all times for him to call.

"Hi," she said. "I know I haven't phoned you lately, but I've been in a real crunch here, working on that holiday promotion for Grant Industries—the big retailer I told you about last time we talked. If they like the results from the campaign I've put together, they'll put me on retainer for them for the next year."

Plus she'd earn a fat yearend bonus, which she really, really needed.

She checked her watch. Still time to race down to the coffee bar and get that espresso—if she hurried. "We're rolling out part two of our Holiday Magic campaign tomorrow, and you wouldn't believe how busy I am right now. Can I call you back tonight?"

"I need to tell you something, Gina," her uncle said in a solemn tone Gina had rarely heard. "I'm afraid it can't wait."

She frowned. "What's happened?"

Uncle Redd usually cut straight to the chase, and this time was no different. "Sometime during the night, your uncle Lucky had a heart attack. He's gone."

"Gone?" She sank onto her desk chair.

"I'm afraid so." Her uncle cleared his throat. "How soon can you get home?"

It had been almost seven years since she'd visited there. The last time had been for her mother's funeral. She remembered the long flight from Chicago to Billings and the shorter connecting flight to Miles City, followed by a forty-mile drive to Saddlers Prairie. Getting there would take the better part of a day.

"I'll need to check with the airlines and get back to you," she said. "When do you need me there?"

"As soon as possible. Seeing as how Thanksgiving is next week, we decided to hold the funeral right away. We scheduled it for this coming Friday—three days from now."

Funeral.

The news finally sank in. Uncle Lucky was dead. Their little family just kept shrinking. Gina's shoulders sagged.

"Do you need help with airfare?" her uncle asked.

"No, Uncle Redd. I'm thirty years old and I make a good living." Never mind that most of her credit cards were just about maxed out. Nobody needed to know that. "As soon as I book the flight, I'll call with my arrival information. Or would you rather I rented a car?"

"Waste your money like that? There's no need, honey. I'll be waiting for you at the baggage claim."

Uncle Redd made a choking sound, and Gina suspected he was crying. Uncle Lucky had been his last living brother and they'd been close.

Gina had also been close to him, had spent most every summer of her childhood at his Lucky A ranch. She teared up, too.

Lately, Uncle Lucky had been begging her to come back and visit, saying he missed her and needed to talk to her about something important. Now she'd never know what he'd wanted to say.

Why hadn't she made more of an effort?

She managed to tell her uncle goodbye before she hung up. She was sniffling and looking up the number for the airline on her smartphone when the com line buzzed.

"It's me," her assistant whispered. "Where are you? Everyone's here."

By everyone, she meant Evelyn Grant, the great-granddaughter of William Grant and Grant Industries' first female CEO. That she'd even come to the meeting showed how important this campaign was to her. She wouldn't like to be kept waiting.

There was no time to grieve. Gina wiped her eyes, grabbed her iPad and left for the meeting room.

Later that afternoon, Gina sat in her office with Carrie reviewing what needed to be done with each of their clients when Gina's boss, Kevin, knocked on the door. Wearing an elegant cashmere coat and scarf over his bespoke suit, he looked put-together, handsome and successful. Sure, he was a bit on the ruthless side and on his third marriage, but careerwise, Kevin was her kind of man.

Someday, Gina hoped to meet and fall in love with someone with her boss's drive and determination. "Carrie and I are just reviewing my client to-do list," she said. "What can I do for you, Kevin?"

"Are you sure you can handle the Grant campaign from Montana?"

This was the third time he'd asked her that question since she'd told him about her uncle's passing. "Absolutely," she repeated with a reassuring smile.

As the only member of her family under seventy, she would be expected to handle her uncle's estate, meet with the attorney and cull his papers and personal effects before Uncle Redd moved into the house and took over the ranch.

But that shouldn't consume too much of her time, and she was sure she would still have plenty of opportunities to focus on her job. "Anything I can't do from there, Carrie will take care of. She's been in on this campaign from the start and she's up to speed on everything. And don't forget that next week is Thanksgiving. The office is only open Monday and Tuesday. That means I'm really only out three days this week and two days the next."

Gina's assistant, who'd worked for her for the past six months and was only a year out of college, nodded enthusiastically. Like Gina, she dressed in stylish suits and great shoes. She was smart and eager to get ahead, reminding Gina of herself at that age—of herself to this day.

"I'm excited about this challenge," Carrie said.

Seeming satisfied, Kevin nodded and checked his Rolex. "I have a dinner meeting tonight with clients and I don't want to be late. I'll leave you two to hash over any details. What time does your plane leave, Gina?"

"Six a.m." Way too early, given that she'd probably get to bed around midnight tonight. But for more than a month now, she'd pretty much lived on sleep fumes. With the help of copious amounts of caffeine and plenty of chocolate, she'd managed just fine.

"You'll be back the Monday after Thanksgiving."

It was a statement, not a question. "That's right," Gina said.

She'd booked a return flight for that Sunday, giving her ten full days in Montana. That should be enough time to see everyone and straighten out her uncle's affairs. "Give my condolences to your family, and have a good holiday."

It wouldn't be much of a holiday. "Thank you, Kevin." Her boss left.

Gina hadn't spent Thanksgiving or any other holiday with her relatives since her mother had died. They would probably expect her to cook Thanksgiving dinner, which was okay with her. She enjoyed cooking but never had the time anymore.

"Um, Gina?" Carrie said, bringing Gina back to the task at hand. "I'm meeting some friends in a little while and I should get going."

"Right," she said. "Let's review day by day what's supposed to happen between now and when I return. We'll start with Grant Industries and then go over the other accounts."

"I'm ready."

Carrie didn't quite manage to stifle a yawn, which caused Gina to yawn, too. They were both exhausted, but she needed to know she could depend on her assistant. A lot was riding on this campaign.

"This is a huge responsibility, Carrie. Are you sure you can handle it? Because I can easily bring in someone else." Several of...

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Verlag
Harlequin American Romance
Erscheinungsdatum
2013
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0373754760
ISBN 13 
9780373754762
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Anzahl der Seiten
224
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