HERE FRIDAY 7 PM PST. SHELLI STEVENS AUTHOR OF: CHRISTMAS LIGHTS AND COWBOY NIGHTS

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7 PM PST. SHELLI STEVENS
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Rosa Mercado is looking for something more serious with her love life, which is why she hits the brakes on the sexy cowboy who walks into her dad’s restaurant and hits on her.
Calvin Marshall had Rosa lined up in his sights to be his next conquest. Until she makes it clear she’s looking for Mr. Right, not Mr. Right Now. Commitment isn’t exactly his favorite word.
But when they’re forced to stay at Misty Meadows Ranch together over Christmas, it becomes clear that there’s more at stake than just one of them inheriting the ranch by New Year’s Eve. The magic of the season will blur the line between love and hate, and challenge everything they both thought they wanted.








“We both deserve a chance to get this ranch, Rosa. Fair and square.” 
Her laugh was harsh with disbelief. “There’s nothing fair or square about this situation. It’s weird.” 
“Yeah, maybe it is. But here we are. Stuck together for a Christmas circus.” 
Her nose wrinkled and disdain dripped from her words. “With Hank as the ringmaster.” 
“Exactly. But you’ll stay, right?” 
She was silent a moment and then nodded. “I’ll stay. Thank you.” 
“For what?” 
“For talking me down from the wall. For being a pretty decent human, actually.” 
His chest tightened and he itched to reach for her again. He heard her breath hitch, and an answering awareness flickered in her eyes. His gaze moved to her mouth when she wet her lips. 
“Don’t do anything stupid, Cal.” Her soft words floated around in his head. 
It was too damn late for that. He lowered his head until their breath mingled. Ah hell. 
“Stupid like this?” Before she could reply he touched her lips with his. Instead of pushing him away, she leaned into him with a sigh. 
Her mouth parted beneath his, and he delved deep with his tongue to taste her. 
Dear God, she tasted even better than he’d imagined. The softness of her lips, the sweetness of her mouth. She could easily become his addiction. 
Rosa kissed him back, clinging to his leather jacket and making the sweetest murmurs of pleasure. 
The cold of them dissipated as heat surged through his blood. Need, fierce and quick, slammed into him. 
Somewhere inside the house, a door slammed, snapping them both from the moment. Cal broke the kiss and dragged in a
breath of cold air that froze his lungs. With a ragged sigh, he leaned his forehead against hers. 
“I told you not to do anything stupid.” 
Her unsteady whisper had his chest shaking from a silent laugh. 
“It’s kind of my thing. I’d apologize and all, but I’m not sorry.” He lifted his head and touched her cheek. Her eyes were bright and her lips were swollen. “I’ve been wanting to do that from the moment I laid eyes on you.” 
His gaze snapped back to hers. The heat was still there, but it was tempered with a steadfast determination. 
“I’m not sorry either.” She bit her lip. “But you can’t forget who I am.” 
“And who are you, Rosa?” She had more layers than an artichoke. He wanted to strip each one away until he found the heart. 
She glanced at his mouth, before looking up through her lashes to meet his gaze. “I’m still the woman who’s going to sell this ranch when it’s given to me.”




Katie Marshall is known for her ‘girl next door’ reputation and for always playing it safe. So, when she books a bachelor party from Seattle at the Marshall Ranch, she isn’t sure what to expect until trouble strolls in–Hunter Richardson, local bad boy turned successful software tycoon…and Katie’s job gets a lot more interesting.
Hunter has always struggled to find his place in Marietta. Now, somewhat reluctantly, he’s back in his hometown and not looking forward to a week on a cattle ranch… but that all changes when he sees Katie, the girl he could never forget from high school. A girl he shouldn’t want anything to do with. Soon, he realizes he wants much more from her than just a guided tour of the Montana landscape.
Hunter’s plan had been to get through the week, before returning to Seattle and his million dollar gaming company. Instead, he finds himself falling for the hometown girl…






“…So we probably shouldn’t do that again.”
“The kiss?”
“Yeah.” She nibbled her bottom lip, looking all out of sorts and flustered. “I mean, you’re a guest at the ranch. It wouldn’t be appropriate.”
Appropriate? Really, she was going to pull that excuse on him?
“I see.”
She flushed. “Hunter, there are a dozen girls in that bar, twenty times prettier than me. Girls that were trying their hardest to get you to pay attention to them.”
Maybe there had been, but he hadn’t even been tempted. And while he couldn’t agree with the prettier girls part, he thought it best not to say that aloud.
The hand she ran through her thick hair trembled. “I’m not sure why you’d even want to kiss me.”
“Katie.” Had she really not figured it out yet? “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I was in eleventh grade.”
Shock, had her eyes rounding and her pink lips parting.
He took another step closer and cradled her soft face between his hands.
“And I want to do it again.” He wanted to do a hell of a lot more than kiss her, actually, but for now, this was enough. His lips hovered above hers. “This time without an audience.”
When she didn’t protest, he let his lips lightly brush hers. Their breaths mingled just for an instant before he tasted her again. A hint of whiskey, and a whole lot of sweetness.

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