Once upon a time, there was a small town in Washington State that was founded by three men after World War II. Friendship, betrayal, love and loss formed what is currently known as Eagle's Ridge.
Fast forward to present day...
Fall in love with seven sexy and irresistible soldiers who find their courage and heart tested like never before in the battle for love! This multi-author collaborative series of contemporary romance novels is brought to you by bestselling authors Barbara Freethy, Roxanne St. Claire, Christie Ridgway, Lynn Raye Harris, Julia London, Cristin Harber and yours truly. You won't want to miss a single one!
Especially not the one that came out today!! FORD is book seven and the series and is my contribution to the Seven Brides for Seven Soldiers series and I am totally smitten with him! Actually, I'm kind of a little bit smitten with all of them, but Ford is my favorite for obvious reasons. Lol!
So Ford is reluctant to go home to Eagle's Ridge after his ten-year stint in the Navy as part of their construction battalion. He's okay with a quick visit, but to come home to stay? Not so much. So when his beloved grandmother has a tree fall on her home in the midst of a storm and gets hurt in the process, how can he stay away? Now he's back to oversee the repairs on the family ranch and is reconnecting with his friends and finds himself accidentally crawling into bed with Callie James.
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Here's an excerpt from FORD:
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Fast forward to present day...
Fall in love with seven sexy and irresistible soldiers who find their courage and heart tested like never before in the battle for love! This multi-author collaborative series of contemporary romance novels is brought to you by bestselling authors Barbara Freethy, Roxanne St. Claire, Christie Ridgway, Lynn Raye Harris, Julia London, Cristin Harber and yours truly. You won't want to miss a single one!
Especially not the one that came out today!! FORD is book seven and the series and is my contribution to the Seven Brides for Seven Soldiers series and I am totally smitten with him! Actually, I'm kind of a little bit smitten with all of them, but Ford is my favorite for obvious reasons. Lol!
So Ford is reluctant to go home to Eagle's Ridge after his ten-year stint in the Navy as part of their construction battalion. He's okay with a quick visit, but to come home to stay? Not so much. So when his beloved grandmother has a tree fall on her home in the midst of a storm and gets hurt in the process, how can he stay away? Now he's back to oversee the repairs on the family ranch and is reconnecting with his friends and finds himself accidentally crawling into bed with Callie James.
Say what???
Here's an excerpt from FORD:
Looking around, he
remembered how his grandmother had a thing for hiding spare keys in flowerpots
and, sure enough, after feeling around in the three next to the front door, he
found one. Within minutes, he was inside and closing the door behind him. The
space was warmer than he imagined it would be, but it was also pitch black.
Cursing the lack of
electricity, he carefully made his way across the room toward the small bedroom
in the back. The space was tiny by any standards, but the main floor housed a
one-room living room-kitchen combo, a bathroom and a bedroom. There was a small
loft space upstairs that was also used for sleeping, but he had a feeling it
had been primarily used for storage in recent years. The bedroom seemed like
the safest place to go.
Inside, he silently
prayed there were blankets on the bed and, reaching out blindly, he was able to
confirm that there were.
“I’ve slept in worse
conditions,” he quietly reminded himself as he kicked off his shoes and
shrugged out of his jacket. With little concern, he dropped the garment on the
floor and quickly did the same with his socks, shirt and jeans. In nothing more
than his briefs, he slid beneath the blankets and sighed at how good it felt to
be lying down.
His eyes were heavy,
and he cleared his mind of the craziness of the day, the damage he’d just
witnessed on the main house, and all of the work that lay ahead of him and
forced himself to simply not think. Sleep wasn’t going to be a problem once his
brain quieted down, and as he settled a little farther down under the blankets,
he yawned and closed his eyes and felt himself smile as sleep began to claim
him.
Tomorrow was another
day, and no doubt, he was going to need his rest.
He could have been
asleep for minutes or hours—but it was the scream that woke him up and had him
jumping from the bed in near terror.
“Oh my God! Who are
you? What are you doing here?”
The voice was female,
but it was too dark and he had no idea who was speaking. His brain was foggy
and it took a full minute for Ford to get his bearings.
“Um…what?”
On the other side of
the room, he heard footsteps and things moving around, and the next thing he
knew, something was poking him—hard—in the shoulder. “Hey! What the…?”
“I have a gun and I’m
not afraid to use it!” the female voice said, but Ford heard the slight tremor
there, and he was no idiot—it wasn’t a gun poking him. It was a bat.
“Look, um…I’m Ford
Garrison,” he said, his own voice firm and commanding as he reached out and
grabbed the bat from her hands. She shrieked at his actions but he wasn’t going
to be deterred. “This is my grandmother’s home and property and you’re
trespassing. Now why don’t you just get your things and get going and we’ll
forget all about this.”
That sounded logical,
right?
“Ford?” she said
weakly. “But…no. You’re lying. Ford wouldn’t be here right now.”
Seriously? “And how
would you know that?” he demanded, growing tired of this conversation after
less than a minute.
“Be…because Ford never
comes home and Margaret is always talking about it. So…whoever you are, you
need to leave because I’m calling the police,” she said, her voice a little
steadier now.
And that’s when an
idea hit him – his phone was in the pocket of his jeans. Slowly, silently, he
crouched down and fished it out and turned it on, illuminating the room a
little. When the light hit his would-be assailant, he stiffened.
Long, tousled honey-blonde
hair, big blue eyes…damn. He tilted the phone and took in her flannel pajama
pants and ribbed tank top and…double damn. When his gaze hit her face again,
Ford noticed the flash of annoyance there. That’s when he opted to put the
focus on himself so she could see he was who he claimed to be. Her soft gasp
told him she recognized him.
If only he
could say the same of her…
“Okay,” he said
calmly. “I don’t know who you are or why you’re here, but…as you can see, I am Margaret’s grandson. I know it’s late
but…you’ve got to go.”
She crossed her arms
over her chest—which was a shame—and continued to glare at him. “I’m not going
anywhere,” she said defiantly. “I’m renting this house from Margaret, so if
anyone’s going to leave, it’s you.”
“You rent this place? Since
when?” As he spoke, the light of the phone seemed to get her right in the eyes,
because she instantly shielded them. And as much as he wanted answers, Ford was
fairly certain he could get them without blinding her.
“For the last three
months,” she said as she sat down on the corner of the bed. “No one mentioned
you were coming to visit.”
“I hopped on a plane
as soon as I heard about Grams’ accident,” he explained, wondering how they
were being so calm when everything was so confusing. “And no one mentioned you
were renting this place.” He paused. “Who are you?”
With a smile that was
tinged with disappointment, she said, “Callie James.” When he didn’t react, she
went on, “My mother used to come and clean for Margaret and Ben once a week
when I was younger.” He still didn’t say anything, and her disappointment
turned to annoyance. “You were about four years ahead of me but we went to
school together…”
Blaming his befuddled
mind on exhaustion, Ford did his best to rack his brain for what she was saying
to him and then…
“Wait, you’re Ruthie’s
daughter?”
She nodded. “Yup. That’s me,” she said, forcing a smile. “I spent
a lot of time here when I was younger, and when I got the job teaching
kindergarten at the elementary school, your grandmother offered me the
guesthouse to live in.” She shrugged. “Saves time on the commute and all.”
Ford nodded. “I’ll be honest, I had no idea anyone was
living out here. Grams didn’t mention it, and I just assumed I’d stay here
while some of the work was being done on the house.”
“Looks like you need
to have a Plan B.”
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