style="font-size:15px;"> Mike Burnett, the hero of this book, has been on my mind for a long time. The Made in Montana series began in Blaze, and Mike was first mentioned in Behind Closed Doors. He did some carpentry work for the heroine in that story, and that might have been it. But he stuck with me. Honorable, reliable, handsome, he kept popping into my thoughts, but I wasn’t finding the perfect heroine for him. Then he showed up in Come Closer, Cowboy, and would have asked the heroine out, but she was already taken. Mike not only stayed with me, but I was getting worried. He needed someone really special.
Then came Savannah James, along with a great deal of relief. I could stop worrying. No one could be more perfect for him, just like he was for Savannah. Mike had known her as a shy, quiet girl who’d been dealt a harsh blow. Hadn’t seen her in years, but when she showed up in Blackfoot Falls, he recognized her right off, and, oh, boy, she remembered him. I’m so pleased to have finally found the perfect woman that a man like Mike deserves...and Savannah is one lucky lady.
Hope you enjoy their story!
All my best,
Debbi Rawlins
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Elizabeth Savannah James sat in her rental car outside the motel. Somewhere between Denver and Blackfoot Falls, she’d gotten cold feet. Terrified someone would recognize her. Worried her boss would discover she’d been less than truthful.
Well, too bad.
Now wasn’t the time to go into a meltdown, she thought as she drew in the clean mountain air.
The whole idea that she was starting to panic was ridiculous, considering it was her choice to come to this small cow town. In fact, she’d lobbied hard for this assignment. No one would remember her or even give her a second look. She’d left Montana at fourteen, and before that she’d been homeschooled and rarely ventured far from her family’s cabin. If not for the explosive chain of events that had led to her and her mom fleeing town, Savannah figured most people would barely have been aware of her existence.
That final week, though...
She shuddered.
The scandal had reached every tiny, dark corner of the community and rocked it to its core. But then, her mom had committed one of the most unforgivable sins known to mankind. Or at least to every woman who lived within a hundred miles of Blackfoot Falls. And she hadn’t done it just once.
So, after receiving a notice from the bank, they’d packed as much as they could into her mom’s shabby two-door compact and then sneaked off sometime before morning light. The little rattletrap had the loudest muffler. Savannah remembered squeezing her eyes shut and covering her ears with both hands until they’d gotten miles away from Blackfoot Falls and all the evil glares.
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