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Her Perfect Match
Successful businessman Griffin Haddon just wants a quiet place to start over again…alone. Griff doesn’t realize that in a small town like Serendipity, Texas, solitude’s hard to come by. Especially at Redemption Ranch, where the stunning Alexis Grainger struggles to keep her ministry for troubled teens afloat. The last thing Alexis needs is a distraction like slick city-boy Griff with his designer jeans and boots. But her meddling, matchmaking twin has other plans. As Alexis and Griff work to save the ranch, can they also heal his broken heart?
Serendipity Sweethearts:
Three small-town matchmakers
finding Texas-size love.
“I’m amazed at how you’ve turned these kids around.”
Griff shook his head and grunted softly. “I remember how unruly they were at that first dinner with you.”
Alexis choked on a laugh. “Them? I remember how unruly you were at that first dinner.”
Griff blushed. “Touché.”
“You’ve improved some upon acquaintance.” Her lips quirked.
He smiled crookedly, his gaze warm and inviting. “You haven’t.”
“Gee, thanks,” she quipped back at him. The way he was looking at her was causing her stomach to do all kinds of crazy somersaults.
“And by that,” he drawled lightly, “I mean you are already perfect the way you are.”
“Flattery, my dear man, will get you everywhere.”
“Is that so?” He planted his cowboy hat on his head and winked. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.”
“Don’t get lost,” she teased.
“Same to you. I know how massive piles of paperwork can bury a person.”
“I won’t,” she murmured belatedly as she watched Griff walk away.
Even as she said it, she knew it wasn’t quite true. She was getting lost, but it wasn’t the paperwork she was worried about.
She was in danger of losing her heart.
DEB KASTNER
lives and writes in colorful Colorado with the Front Range of the Rocky Mountains for inspiration. She loves writing for Love Inspired Books, where she can write about her two favorite things—faith and love. Her characters range from upbeat and humorous to (her favorite) dark and broody heroes. Her plots fall anywhere in between, from a playful romp to the deeply emotional. Deb’s books have been twice nominated for the RT Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Book of the Year for Love Inspired. Deb and her husband share their home with their two youngest daughters. Deb is thrilled about the newest member of the family—her first granddaughter, Isabella. What fun to be a granny! Deb loves to hear from her readers. You can contact her by email at [email protected], or on her MySpace or Facebook pages.
Redeeming the Rancher
Deb Kastner
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn,
for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled.
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
—Matthew 5:3–8
To Natasha Kern, my fabulous agent.
I’m so grateful for all the invaluable career guidance you offer. You are a special and remarkable person who is such a blessing to me in so many ways. Thanks for believing in me.
Contents
Chapter One
Alexis Grainger awoke to the smell of bacon and the tinny sound of pots and pans being shifted around in one of the kitchen cupboards. It might have been a pleasant surprise—if it wasn’t for the fact that she lived alone.
With a start, she bolted out of bed, shakily wrapping a plush magenta-colored cotton robe around herself. She reached for her cell phone, which she usually kept on the nightstand, but it wasn’t there. Her pulse ratcheted up right along with her thoughts. Where was her stupid phone? In her purse? Her coat pocket? Not good either way, since she routinely dumped them both in an inglorious heap on one of her kitchen chairs.
Her heart slammed in her chest as she looked around for anything she could use as a weapon against the intruder. In a panic, she swiped the largest item from her vanity and tucked it into the pocket of her bathrobe.
Oh, why didn’t she keep a baseball bat by her bed?
Maybe because she didn’t play baseball. And maybe because she resided in small town Serendipity, Texas. Crime was virtually nonexistent here. Only businesses secured their doors at night. Regular townsfolk
