04 September 2015

Book Tour & Giveaway: Sweet Mountain Rancher (Those Marshall Boys #2) by Loree Lough

Sweet Mountain Rancher (Those Marshall Boys #2)
by Loree Lough.
Audience/Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance.
Publication: September 1st 2015 by Harlequin Heartwarming.

Nate Marshall used to be a yes-man... until being so agreeable cost him dearly. But Eden Quinn has a way of getting him to reconsider his "just say no" policy. Which is how a bunch of troubled teens end up at his ranch for the weekend. Nate can't help but be attracted to the woman who keeps them in line.

This cowboy knows Eden's no damsel in distress, yet hers isn't a one-woman job. If she must do everything on her own, how can he help her... let alone get her to fall for him?

Nate’s sister leaned around their cousin and his new wife. “Just look at him,” she said, “hoggin’ the biscuit basket, again.”
Zach and Summer sat back to give the siblings a direct line of sight to each other.
“Poor Henrietta. She’s never has figured out the difference between biscuits and rolls.”
Her wadded up her napkin flew past the newlyweds and landed in Nate’s his mashed potatoes.
“How many times do I have to tell you, it’s Hank, not Henrietta.”
“You may be Hank on the barrel racing circuit,” he said, calmly buttering his roll, “but you’ll always be Henrietta to me.”
“Nate,” his mother scolded, “don’t taunt your sister. You know as well as anyone that the name change is legal.”
“Hank,” his dad muttered. “Ridiculous. The name Henrietta was good enough for your grandmother. I’ll never understand why it isn’t good enough for you.”
“Dad,” she said on a tired sigh, “we’ve been over this ground a dozen times. It was a business decision, pure and simple.”
Hank had probably taken this particular guilt trip often enough to earn frequent flyer miles, and Nate felt bad about stirring things up again, especially over Sunday dinner at Aunt Ellen and Uncle John’s.
“You still planning to change it back once you’re married with kids?” he asked.
Zach laughed. “Don’t do it! I think Granny Hank is a great name for a grandma.”
Nate’s father harrumphed. “Your grandmother thought so.”
If their father noticed Hank’s heavy sigh, it didn’t show. Nate heard it, though, and bristled under her angry glare, too. After dessert, he’d take her aside and apologize…and hope for the best. She’d always had a fiery temper, and if things ran true to course, he’d need to prove exactly how sorry he with the promise of dinner at Shanahan’s, her favorite restaurant. That sister of yours sure does know how to get her way.
Did Eden stay in control of her boys with shouts and fist-shaking? Not if those big sincere eyes and the warmth of her pretty smile was any indicator.
“You planning to go back to sucking your thumb, son?”
It took a second to figure out what his dad was talking about. Laughing quietly, Nate put down the butter knife and wiped his hand on a napkin.
“I know that googlie-eyed look,” Hank said, smirking. “I’d bet my Greely Stampede Barrel Champion buckle on it…he was off in Lala Land, dreaming about some woman.”
For an instant, no one moved. Not even his cousin’s kids said a word, making it tough to hide his annoyance with his sister. Nate hadn’t shown any interest in a woman since Miranda, not even those Hank set him up with, so he didn’t understand her wisecrack.
“Okay, cuz,” Zach said, breaking the silence, “out with it. Who is she?”
His ears and cheeks felt hot, and Nate wondered why none of the other Marshall men had been cursed with the tendency to blush like a schoolgirl.
“There is no ‘she,’” he said.
His mom’s eyebrows disappeared behind dark, silver-streaked bangs. “Oh, she must be a real pip if he feels it necessary to hide her.”
Et tu, Mom?
He could take the spotlight off himself by reminding them of Hank v. Henrietta conversation, but throwing his sister under the bus didn’t seem right. Or fair. Nate sat up straighter and donned his best You’re all nuts! grin. “There’s no one to hide. Sheesh. Guy can’t even butter his thumb around here without everybody jumping to conclusions.”
While they laughed at his self-depreciating joke, Nate decided to further distract them with the latest ranch news.
“Carl found another horse yesterday. We got plenty of pictures. Near as we can tell, there’s a cougar on the loose.”
Maeve Marshall gasped softly. “But…there hasn’t been a cat sighting since….” She faced her husband. “How long has it been, Royce?”
“Five, six years? I’d have to check.” He looked grim. Concerned. “Are you sure, son?”
Nate explained the condition of the carcass, and repeated what his dad had taught him about the differences bear and cat kills.
“You’re frightening the children,” Maeve said.
The kids did look a mite wide-eyed. But he’d been far younger than his second cousins when he got his first up-close and personal eyeful of what a determined predator was capable of.
“I only wish I had time to take every one of these kids out there,” he said, pointing at shed, visible through the many-paned window across the room, “so they could see for themselves what a determined predator is capable of.” Nate looked at each child at the table. “You’re ranch-raised kids, same as the rest of us were, and spend a whole lot of time outside. Meaning you have to keep your wits about you while you’re having fun.”
“Aren’t you just a big ol’ ball of warm and fuzzy,” Hank said.
He ignored her and got to his feet. “I’d rather give them a couple of scary dreams than see them become the prey of stealthy predators.”
Tossing his napkin onto the seat of his chair, Nate faced the hostess. “Dinner was great as always, Aunt Maeve. Thanks.”
“You’re leaving? Before dessert?”
In truth, Nate didn’t know what to blame for the agitation and tension in his whirling in his mind. With any luck, a few gulps of fresh mountain air would cure what ailed him.
“Thought I saw some leaning fence posts,” he said with a nod toward the windows. “That sky looks pretty threatening. Might as well check ‘em out before that storm rolls in.”

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Yes, it's true: Once upon a time, best-selling author Loree Lough (literally) sang for her supper, performing before packed audiences throughout the U.S. Now and then, she blows the dust from her 6-string to croon a tune or two for the "grandorables," but mostly, she just writes. (And writes.) Over the years, her stories have earned nearly 100 industry and "Readers' Choice" awards, 7 movie options, and over 80 4- and 5-star reviews.

There are more than 5,000,000 (yes, that's FIVE MILLION) copies of Loree's books in circulation, and in September of 2015, she'll have 108 books (fiction and non-fiction for kids and adults) 72 short stories, 2,500+ articles in print. To date, she has received 50,000+ letters from fans (a carton of books goes to Meredith P. in Joliet, IL -- which she has elected to donate to her local library --for writing the 50,000th letter)!

Loree loves sharing learned-the-hard-way lessons about the craft and the industry, and her comedic approach makes her a favorite (and frequent) guest of writers' organizations, book clubs, private and government institutions, college and high school writing programs both here and abroad.

A writer who believes in "giving back," Loree dedicates a portion of her income to Soldiers' Angels, Special Operations Warrior Foundation, and other worthwhile organizations.

She splits her time between her home in the Baltimore suburbs and a cabin in the Allegheny Mountains, and shares both with her real-life hero Larry, who rarely complains, even when she adds yet another item to her vast collection of lighthouses, wind chimes, and "wolf stuff."

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