by Natalie Dean
Brothers of Miller Ranch Box Set
Contemporary Western Romance
Natalie Dean
Kenzo Publishing
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Dedication
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Most of all, I thank God for blessing me on this endeavor.
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Contents
Her Second Chance Cowboy
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
Saving Her Cowboy
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
Her Rival Cowboy
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
Her Fake-Fiance Cowboy Protector
Book Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
Taming Her Cowboy Billionaire
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
Author’s Note
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Her Second Chance Cowboy
Brothers of Miller Ranch Book One
Book Description
When Ben accompanies his mother to an old friend’s funeral…the last person he expects to see is her.
As the eldest son of the wealthy Miller family, Ben Miller is content with helping his brothers run their family’s ranch in Montana. Well… mostly content. There’s a certain something missing from his life, and he’d done a good job denying it for the past decade. Until she rolled back into town…
After ten years fighting to make it in the Big Apple, full-figured Chastity finds herself heading back to the one place she vowed she’d never return. But a tragedy in the family forced her home, and she finds herself facing an uncertain future.
Ben and Chastity were high school sweethearts whose three-year relationship ended dramatically. But they were once in the head-over-heels, can’t-breathe-without-you kind of love. And now, they suddenly find themselves pushed into each other’s lives again in the most surprising of circumstances.
1
Chastity
Dark eyes stared out of the Amtrak train window, watching as flat plains whipped by. Forever unchanging, much like the town she was returning to.
Chastity sighed and rubbed at her temples. She always knew that she had to return home eventually, to visit, but she never imagined it would be because her father had died.
Ouch. The words were still so strange. Sure, her relationship with her father had never been excellent, and there was a lot of damage they needed to talk about, but now she supposed the opportunity for that was gone. Because he was gone.
Chastity closed her eyes, trying not to remember the call that she had received from her mother, the usually stoic woman crying so hard she was barely intelligible. Her mother and father had been together for so long. His death was like someone had stolen the sun from her world.
For the smallest of moments, she had debated telling her mother she couldn’t come. After all, she was a month behind on all her bills and hadn’t landed a single gig in months. Although it made her stomach twist with shame, perhaps a month or so with her mom would help her catch up on her bills. It wasn’t like she was giving up, just rallying before trying again.
But as she watched the plains rush by, that resolution was beginning to fade. While she had never been that close with her parents—mostly due to their very specific ideas on what a woman should or shouldn’t do with her life; and running away to the b
ig city without a husband was definitely not on their list—she had an even colder relationship with the town itself.
She had been picked on plenty enough in her younger years to know that the town she grew up in wasn’t kind to dreamers. She didn’t know what got her more derision, her plan to go off to college in New York City and make a living for herself, or her desire to be an actress. If she had a dollar for every time someone told her that she couldn’t make a living as an actress… well, she could have made a living off it.
And now she was going back, tail tucked between her legs in failure.
No, she had to remind herself. This is just a temporary setback. You’ll keep at it once you’re on your feet again.
Chastity looked down at her old, battered phone in her hand, where she still had her gallery open to the obituary she had helped her mother write. While she did have a lot of bad feelings and memories tied to the town, there were a lot of wonderful, warm ones too.
Living in New York City had been… eye opening, that was for sure. Often times it seemed that the walls of stone were made of ice, as were the hearts of those around her. Everyone was so cold, so unfeeling, and they rarely warmed enough to let someone into their pre-formed circles.
The friends she had when she was younger were the kind of friends some people would kill for. Despite not wanting to return to her hometown, she found herself looking forward to seeing them again. Reconnecting with old friends so she didn’t have to feel so isolated in a city full of people who were struggling to get by, just like she was.
“Could I get you a drink?”
Chastity looked over her shoulder to see one of the train attendants with a cart. Smiling, she requested a bottle of water, and he slid it into her hand, free of charge. She didn’t know if it was complimentary for all the passengers, if he was giving her special treatment because he’d peeked at the morbid paperwork in her lap, or if this was some sort of strange way of hitting on her. But no matter the reason, she drank it down gratefully.
“How long until we’re to our destination? Soon, right?”
“Ma’am, this is a cross-country line, so our final destination won’t be for over a day. What stop are you specifically looking for?”
“Oh. Blackfish County?” She didn’t know why she said that with such hesitation. She had grown up there her entire young life.
“That’s about four more hours away. Why? Are you anxious to be back home?”
“Yeah… something like that.”
“Try to hold your horses, if you can. We’ll be there soon enough, I promise.”
He gave her a strange wink, which she also wasn’t sure how to take, and then he continued to push his cart along.
Goodness, being in the big city had certainly damaged her ability to tell who had ulterior motives and who was just being nice. Hopefully her time in town would have a positive effect.
That was unlikely, however. Her relationship with her parents had always been… tenuous, to put it nicely. Ever since she was young, she had this feeling of never being good enough for them. She loved theater and started performing in school plays; her father tried to force her to stop and take home economics classes instead. When she did it anyway behind his back, he said he didn’t want her to be a starving artist and a bum.
She wished it stopped there. While she believed in equality, he was several generations behind. He thought her ultimate goal should be to find fulfillment as a stay-at-home mom, who never left the confines of their small town. And he had no problem telling her what he thought every time she visited. It was like he was gloating that her career hadn’t taken off.
So, eventually, she had stopped visiting altogether. Seeing his smirk as he asked what plays or shows she had landed since he last saw her was far too grating, and her mother often echoed his sentiments.
Her situation was difficult, because she did love them, but she didn’t love how they made her feel. In fact, she hated how they made her feel, and that was most likely why she had been avoiding them for the past few years.
There was, she knew, another person she had been avoiding. And, hopefully, she wouldn’t accidentally run into him.
Chastity shook her head, dismissing the thought and anything related to it. Focus girl. You’re in town to help Mother with Father’s funeral and make sure that she is set up to survive without him. She would offer emotional support, and that was it. She was going to visit like it was a small vacation, and then pick up her bags and run away before the small town could suck her back in again.
After all, it had taken her seventeen years to escape the bonds that held her there, and just because she was back for a short while didn’t mean that it was time to repair those broken links. Some things needed to stay in the past, where they could be viewed with nostalgia-tinted glasses.
“It’s just temporary,” she reminded herself, looking out the window once more.
At twenty-eight years old, her future seemed as empty and barren as the fields they were passing. She needed some direction, something to tell her that she wasn’t crazy for wanting to live outside of the wife-box that her hometown had been so eager to throw her into. She needed… something, but she didn’t have words for it.
But whatever it was she was seeking, she doubted she would find it in Blackfish County.
2
Chastity
The train pulled to a stop, surprisingly quiet and without a jolt. Chastity grinned at her own naivete. What did she expect? Some sort of old-timey coal engine, whose tires screeched and whistle blared for miles? Not unless she had been suddenly thrust back into time.
Chuckling to herself, she stood and pulled her bags from an overhead bin. She had lived in town long enough to know that the train station had once ended at a bustling city about an hour’s drive from home. But over the years, they had laid more and more tracks until it finally reached the heart of their sleepy little town of Blanche Creek.
Their economy centered around the ranches, naturally. And the ranchers were an independent lot who valued tradition. Generations of families, one right after another, were born and died on their ranch. Never getting out to see the world.
Chastity shook her head at the thought. As far as she was concerned, her presence wouldn’t go beyond the town border, so she didn’t need to think about the ranches. They could stay tucked into the background noise of her life where they belonged.
Looking out the window made Chastity feel a bit washed up. Here she was, back at the same train station she’d left right after high school, when she’d been full of dreams. But she had absolutely nothing to show for all of her years of work since she graduated.
It took quite a bit of willpower to raise her chin as she descended the steps off the train. She’d had a few hiccups in her plan. But she wasn’t out for the count yet. She would persevere. Maybe she’d get a callback for the latest show she’d auditioned for—
“Chastity?”
The warble of a familiar voice brought her out of her introspection, and she saw none other than her mother standing there, tear streaks down her face and a tremor to her mouth. Naturally Chastity’s heart melted right then and there. Dropping her bags, she ran and threw her arms around her mom in a hug.
Her mother leaned against her heavily, her face tucking into where Chastity’s shoulder met her neck. Chastity could already feel tears trickling down to wet the collar of her shirt, and for once, she was at an utter loss of what to say.
“I’m sorry,” Chastity whispered, gently rubbing her mother’s back. “But I’m here now, okay?”
“Yes,” her mom said, her voice still shaking. “You’re back home. You’re here.”
“Yes, I am, temporarily.” Chastity fished into her purse and brought out a packet of tissues she had shoved in there, figuring that she would need them, considering the reason for her trip. “How about we go home and settle in?”