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A COWBOY’S PROPOSAL by C.J. Carmichael

A COWBOY'S PROPOSAL by C.J. Carmichael
A COWBOY'S PROPOSAL by C.J. Carmichael
Series: Shannon Sisters #1
Published by Tule Publishing on 8 September 2020

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A COWBOY’S PROPOSAL by C.J. Carmichael

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Cathleen and Dylan’s second chance story in A Cowboy’s Proposal by CJ Carmichael, book one in the Shannon Sisters series is a tale filled with emotions, a little bit of mystery, family, and love.

 

After a fatal incident occurred on the family ranch Dylan McLean fled town leaving the love of his life at the altar. He believed he was doing the right thing and keeping her from getting involved in his problems.  After a year of success on the rodeo circuit and realizing that his love for Cathleen Shannon hadn’t died, Dylan returned home to clear his name, hopefully claim his bride, and rebuild his legacy; the one his stepfather is intent on destroying.

 

Cathleen is readying her family home as she converts it to a Bed and breakfast. She keeps telling herself and her sisters that she’s moved on from her broken heart but when Dylan appears at her house asking for help and a second chance she wonders. Despite the hurt, the betrayal, and the absence, Cathleen promises to help Dylan with his investigations.  After all, she believes in his innocence and doesn’t want an innocent man to end up in jail. Cathleen does draw the line at her heart being off limits.  However, Dylan is persistent going after something he wants and he wants Cathleen back. He is not taking no for an answer. In addition to trying to win Cathleen back these two are chasing after clues trying to determine who the guilty party truly is.

 

Ms Carmichael wrote a wonderful, intriguing, and emotional story that is definitely not to be missed. She provided a tale rich with chemistry, adventures, loving sisters, and charming characters giving Cathleen and Dylan a second chance at love. I highly recommend A Cowboy’s Proposal to other readers and look forward to the next book in this series.

 

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Excerpt of A COWBOY’S PROPOSAL by C.J. Carmichael

A shadow shifted in the dark forest that circled the Larch Valley bed-and-breakfast. Cathleen Shannon, trying to relax in her new outdoor spa, sat upright, muscles tensing. The dark spot was moving, getting larger. Something was out there. So why wasn’t her dog barking?

A sky of restless clouds filtered out most of the light from the half-moon. She should have brought a flashlight out with her. Her phone. A gun.

“Kip?” She reached over the side of the tub where her border collie had been resting a moment ago. He wasn’t there.

Gaze trained on the moving shadow, Cathleen called louder, “Kip!”

Deer and elk frequented this area, but if one of them was in the vicinity, Kip would be going crazy. Same went for the much less frequent black bear and grizzly.

The dark shape moved closer and in the heavens a cloud shifted allowing a shaft of moonlight to penetrate the surrounding woods. The shadow was a man.

Cathleen considered her options. Did she have time to run for the house? She was naked in the tub and didn’t want to give the intruder a show. Maybe he hadn’t seen her. She let her body sink until just her nose was above the water line.

“Cathleen, it’s me.”

The voice triggered a jolt of joy. Then a flash of fury. Cathleen gripped the side of tub and concentrated on freezing out both emotions. It couldn’t be him.

But as he drew closer, the tall, lean man in the ubiquitous cowboy hat became uniquely identifiable. It was in the set of his shoulders. The rhythm of his gait.

Her former friend, lover and fiancé, Dylan McLean.

And there, trotting faithfully by his boots, was her dog. The traitor.

“Look who the dog dragged in.” She sank her trembling hands back under the water. Last she’d heard from Dylan’s cousin, Jake Hartman, Dylan was supposed to be in Reno, Nevada, the latest stop in his never-ending rodeo circuit. Jake always filled her in on Dylan’s adventures, even though she purported not to care. And she was certain that plans of Dylan McLean’s return to Whitefish, Montana, had never been mentioned.

If they had, she would have prepared herself. Over the past year she’d come up with at least a dozen speeches to rake him over the coals. Trouble was, now that he stood just a few feet away, she couldn’t recall a single word, let alone an entire tirade.

Dylan’s gray eyes sought to engage hers, to coax a smile, but she was in no mood to be charmed. Eventually his gaze skimmed from her face, down her neck, to the line where the water cut across the top of her chest.

“I like your outfit,” he said. “Room in there for one more?”

A year of silence, and this was what he came up with?

“The hot tub is for lodge guests only. Oh, and family and friends.”

He registered the intended insult with a one-sided twist of his mouth. “And I’m none of the above, I take it?”

She said nothing.

He stepped up to the deck that surrounded the tub. Tipped his hat back a fraction. “You know I didn’t have any choice. I had to leave.”

Did he really believe that? “You should have at least talked it over with me.”

Dylan shifted back on his heels. “You’ve got a right to be angry. But you received the letter, right? Jake said he put it directly in your hands.”

“Yeah, Dylan. Thanks a lot for going to the trouble.”

She pictured herself a year ago, standing at the open screen door of this very house, back when it had been only a home, not a bed-and-breakfast. She remembered the feel of the white silk dress flowing down to her sandaled feet. Her long, normally wild dark hair coiled in luxurious curls down her back. Two bouquets of orchids—one larger than the other—lay at the ready on the kitchen table.

The envelope had been white, legal-sized, with her name on the front, penned in Dylan’s distinctive bold script. She remembered how Jake’s truck had kicked up dust like a patch of white fog as he drove away after delivering the missive.

She hadn’t needed to tear open the flap and read the single sheet of paper within to know there would be no wedding that day.

“You didn’t think your note ought to be supplemented by something as personal as a visit or a phone call?”

He winced. “I was afraid you would talk me out of my decision. But you’ve got to admit I did the right thing.”

She’d admit nothing of the kind. But she didn’t argue with him. If he’d cared what she thought, he would have talked this over with her before leaving, not one year after.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with the aftermath—telling the guests, canceling the minister and the caterer…”

Her sisters had handled those details for her, but she didn’t want to give him the comfort of knowing that. Besides, the logistics of the wedding arrangements had been the least of her heartaches that day.

Thinking back to that time brought back the old pain when all she wanted to feel was anger. Or indifference. Yes, indifference would’ve been better.

She held out her arms, skimming the bubbles that frothed on the water’s surface. It was easier when she wasn’t looking at him.

“What did you do with the ring?”

She pulled her hands back under the water.

“I sold it,” she improvised. “Just like I sold the wedding dress. Advertised them both on Craigslist. I put the money into renovating the lodge.”

Dylan was silent for a moment. “Yeah, Jake tells me you’re opening October first. That’s exciting.” Dylan cleared his throat. “He also said you started dating again.”

“A little.” Just a few dates, none of which had been much fun. But Dylan didn’t need to know that. She could only imagine the hookups he’d had during his year on the rodeo circuit.

Dylan rubbed his chin. “So who’s the current favorite?”

He wanted to talk about them like they were jelly bean flavors. Maybe that’s what the women he’d dated had been like to him. “Not sure I can pick a favorite. Maybe Thad Springer.”

“Springer? You mean the detective?”

Two dates last June, followed by Cathleen politely rejecting the third.

“Damn, Cathleen.” He took a second to digest that, before asking, “Anyone else I know?”

This time she hesitated for a beat. “James Strongman.”

If she’d surprised him with Thad, she shocked him with James.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

She just raised her eyebrows.

“Of all the men in Whitefish, why would you date my stepbrother?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Because you never got along with the man? Because you hate his father? Those are your issues, not mine.”

Actually the one time she went out with James, she’d spent the entire dinner wishing she was home watching Netflix.

“I’m not saying this out of jealousy, but you should stay away from that man. You can’t trust him.”

“You mean if he asks me to marry him—he’d back out the day of the ceremony?”

Dylan winced. “How many times are you going to throw that in my face?”

She didn’t bother answering. Apparently it didn’t even occur to him that he still owed her a face-to-face official apology.

“For the record,” he volunteered, “there’s been no one in my life—no one—since you.”

Ah. For a second her heart soared. Then her mind took over.

“I have no interest in the sorry state of your love life. This conversation is pointless. Why don’t you go back to wherever you came from?”

“I can’t. Jake gave me a lift and now he’s gone. He’s got a flight out of Missoula in three hours enroute to Australia.”

“He finally decided to go?” The past year had been difficult for Jake, too. Before Dylan’s mother married Max, Jake had lived with Dylan’s family on the Thunder Bar M. He and Dylan weren’t just cousins, but best friends too.

“He’s on a six-week tour while he decides what to do with the rest of his life. Meanwhile his house is being remodeled. New kitchen, bathrooms and flooring. The works.”

Cathleen remembered running into Jake a few weeks ago at the paint chip display at Ace Hardware, contemplating the subtle difference in tone between “tumbleweed” and “flax.”

“So you’ve basically stranded yourself here? That was pretty stupid.”

“I kind of specialize in stupid lately.”

Even if that was genuine regret on his face, it couldn’t make any difference. Being sorry didn’t change a damn thing.

“What, exactly, are you hoping to accomplish tonight, Dylan?”

He removed his hat. “I was back in Whitefish. How could I not come to see you?”

“Okay. You’ve seen me.” She paused. “Now what?”

Dylan frowned, then slipped a pack she hadn’t noticed off his shoulders. He set the canvas bag on the deck and balanced his hat casually on top of it.

“I know you’re not officially open yet. But I was hoping you would let me rent out a room for a few weeks.”

“Whitefish is a tourist town. There are plenty of motels and other bed-and-breakfast places.”

“Yeah. But somehow none of them seemed to have a room available once I gave my name.”

So the rumors hadn’t died. It was all such nonsense she couldn’t believe it.

“And this is my problem because…?” She reached for the controls to the jets, but was stymied when Dylan laid his hand over hers. She hated how familiar—and wonderful—his touch was, right down to the rough cowboy calluses. She jerked away.

“Don’t touch me.”

He looked wounded. Then nodded. “Okay. I respect that. But can I tell you you’re still so beautiful? Even more than I remembered.”

She resented the compliment as much as his touch. Whatever was going on just didn’t add up…

Did he really expect he could turn on the old charm and she’d crumble at his feet? That he’d end up with a place to stay and a woman in his bed?

“Wish I could say the same for you, but you’re looking rough. What happened to your forehead? And your shoulder?” The scar was new—she’d noticed it when he raked back his thick dark hair with his hands. As for his shoulder, he held it stiffly when he walked.

Dylan acknowledged his injuries with a shrug.

“You idiot. Do you think you could’ve found a more dangerous rodeo event than bull riding?”

“Hey, I wore off a lot of anger on those babies. And won a good pile of money at the same time.” He patted the backside of his jeans, where he doubtless kept his wallet. “You probably had to hire guys to do the work that I promised I would do for you. I could help cover some of that for you.”

“You are not paying me for renovating my father’s old house. You and I aren’t a couple anymore.”

“No. I guess not.”

“Besides, it’ll only take a few years for me to pay off those debts. I’ve got my website up and running and the bookings are looking good.” That might be a bit of an exaggeration. But Cathleen didn’t want Dylan to think she couldn’t manage without him.

He regarded her for several long seconds. Then his gaze shifted to the parking area behind the lodge, where a bright green VW bug was parked next to her red Jeep. “You said you’re not open yet. Who’s the bug belong to?”

“Poppy Turner. She’s sort of my first ‘unofficial’ guest.” The sixtyish-year-old woman had showed up one day wearing an orange silk caftan with her curly bottle-red hair flying all around her warm but weathered face. She’d gushed over the beautiful setting and sounded crushed when Cathleen told her she wouldn’t be open for more than a month.

“Would you consider letting me rent a room now? I need a place to stay for a few months. And access to the kitchen. I’m hoping to test recipes for a cookbook I’m working on. I’ll clean my own room and make my own breakfast. Heck, I’ll gladly make your breakfast, too.”

Cathleen had liked the older woman on sight. It sounded like she wouldn’t be any trouble—and it turned out she was the opposite. Poppy was an amazing cook and not above doing laundry or running the vacuum. And despite all the work she did around the place, she insisted on paying the regular rate for her room.

Dylan put a hand on his pack. “If you’ve made an exception for one person, maybe you’ll make another for me?”

Folding her arms over her chest, she narrowed her eyes. “The answer is no.”

“Cathleen, you’re hurting my feelings.”

“We’ve already established your feelings don’t run much deeper than the bark on a birch tree.”

He adjusted the position of his hat, balancing it carefully on the top of the canvas pack. “You’re probably right about that. Fortunately, yours don’t either. Got rid of the dress and the ring—wasn’t that what you said?”

“Damn right.”

“Well, then. Since you’re not still hung up on me, why not put me up? I’ll pay for one month up front.”

“A month!”

“At least. I’ve got some unfinished business here.”

He had to be talking about Joe Beckett. The memory of the man shot down in cold blood on the McLean ranch made Cathleen shiver, despite the heated water surrounding her. “The family had a memorial for him, Dylan. I went. He might have been involved in an industry you don’t approve of, but he was a good man.”

“I had nothing against him personally and nothing against logging per se, as long as it isn’t happening in the wrong places. And the Thunder Bar M is definitely the wrong place.”

Which was why Dylan had organized a protest two weeks before their wedding, trying to stop his mother and stepfather from signing contracts to clear a good third of the timber off the Thunder Bar M.

Unfortunately, someone had brought a gun to the protest and one of the men from the logging corporation had ended up dead. No one had witnessed the actual shooting and insufficient evidence had been found to make an arrest.

However, lack of proof hadn’t stopped people from drawing their own conclusions.

“Cathleen, did you ever think I—”

She shook her head. Like so many things, it was too late for him to ask that question.

Pain pinched his features. “For the record, I didn’t.”

“Don’t you think I know that? You’re so dense sometimes.”

He just turned his head, stared out into the dark.

Above their heads a cloud drifted by and the moon washed the deck in soft light. Dylan faced her again. “The killer is still out there. And you know what’s really scary?”

She was almost afraid to ask. “What?”

“He’s living with my mother.”

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Reviewer: Eileen is a retired high school teacher who has loved reading all of her life and goes everywhere with a book. She enjoys reading Contemporary Romance, Historical Romance, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Suspense, Women’s Literature, YA, NA, Fiction, Historical Fiction, and Cozy Mysteries. She likes strong heroines, hot heroes and a story that draws her in, not letting go until the last page is turned. She lives in Minnesota with her husband, pup, and near her four adult children.

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A COWBOY'S PROPOSAL by C.J. Carmichael

USA Today Bestselling author C.J. Carmichael has written over 45 novels in her favorite genres of romance and mystery. She has been nominated twice for the Romance Writers of America RITA Award, as well as RT Bookclub’s Career Achievement in Romantic Suspense award, and the Bookseller’s Best honor.

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