MATT

Title: MATT
Series: Texas Rascals #2
Published by: Epiphany Orchards LLC
Release Date: December 26th, 2018
Genre:
Pages: 226
ASIN: B07K7RFYMS
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The Lawman

Deputy Sheriff Matt Forrester was determined to discover who was stealing cattle from Savannah Markum's ranch. But as the man who'd never stopped loving her, he yearned to protect her--and the child who should have been his son. Just as Savannah should have been his wife...and would be--if Matt had his way.

The Lady

Savannah's busy days were filled with single-handedly raising a toddler and running her ranch. Her lonely nights were filled with longing for what have been...if Matt hadn't shattered her heart. Now Matt was back and Savannah had to decided whether to turn Matt away or take a second chance on a forever kind of love...


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Originally published as Second Chance Family.

 

 

Excerpt:

Detective Matthew Forrester guided his brand-spanking-new, government-issue four-wheel-drive Jeep Cherokee down the graveled country road. His heart raced like a Palomino on steroids. 

What in the Sam Hill was wrong with him? He was going to the Circle B to investigate the report of stolen cattle. The fact that Savannah Markum owned the ranch would not affect his objectivity in any way.

Liar.

Who was he kidding?

The idea of seeing her had him sweating.

Despite what he’d told himself during the past five years, he hadn’t gotten over her. Not for a day. Not for an hour. Not for one minute. Savannah Prentiss Markum had ruined his life.

But he would never, ever let her know that. He refused to give her that much power over him again.

He turned into the Circle B’s driveway and killed the engine. For a moment, he sat there, hands on the wheel, the air inside the Jeep growing heated, heavy. Taking a breath required his complete concentration.

      Be cool as granite. You’re a professionalNot some head-over-heels school kid.

Grabbing his notebook, Matt unlatched his seat belt and slid out of the vehicle. “Geronimo,” he mumbled and started up the front steps.

Atthe door, he paused, fist poised to knock, and saw the baby. 

The toddler stood knee-high, his face pressed against the screened door. He looked up at Matt and grinned a big, toothless grin. Jolting pain stronger than any electrical current lambasted Matt’s heart.

Savannah’s kid.

The baby that should have been his.

Staggered by emotion, Matt took a step backward. He knew she’d had a baby, but he hadn’t expected to react like this. The local gossips had made it their duty to keep him abreast of Savannah’s doings. He’d been informed when her mother had finally lost her battle to multiple sclerosis and when her husband, Gary Markum, had succumbed to cancer. But even to himself, Matt refused to admit that Savannah’s widowed status had persuaded him to come back to Rascal. He’d returned because Patrick Jameson had offered him a job as county detective and for no other reason.

The baby wriggled with excitement, then promptly fell onto his diapered bottom.

“Cody?”

Savannah’s voice wafted through the screen door, freezing Matt to the front porch. He wasn’t ready for this—seeing her up close and personal for the first time in over five years.

“What are you doing, Cody Coo?” She stepped to the foyer, bent down to retrieve her child and stopped in midmotion. Straightening, she turned her head to meet his stare.

Time hung suspended. The past and future did not exist. Only the present.

Their eyes locked.

Savannah was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her hair, the color of light brown sugar frosted with streaks of honey, feathered back from her oval face in attractive layers. Her hazel eyes, a tantalizing shade of golden green, rounded in surprise.

She wore cutoff blue jeans and a white sleeveless blouse. Her feet were slippered in flamingo pink flipflops. He noticed that her once skinny figure had blossomed with childbearing, spreading out into delightful curves instead of the flat lines and planes of girlhood. Her wonderful vanilla scent enveloped him in a glove of warm, soft memories.

“What are you doing here, Matt?” she asked at last. The sound of her rich, coffee-and-cream voice rocked his very soul. She seemed so cool, so calm, so detached.

His throat narrowed, and he feared he couldn’t speak. Matt’s gaze fixed on her long slender arm. Scooping up the baby, she cradled him to her as if using the child as a buffer between them.

“Sheriff Jameson sent me,” he explained. “I’m the new investigator for Callahan County.”