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Will the marriage pact be fulfilled? Return to Mustang Creek, Wyoming, with #1 New York Times bestselling author Linda Lael Miller for more Brides of Bliss County!
Since Hadleigh, Melody and Bex—the best of best friends—entered into a marriage pact, two of them have found (and married) the men of their hearts. But Bex doesn't think she'll be as fortunate as the others. Her own first love died years ago in a faraway war, and Bex has lost hope for a happy marriage of her own. She concentrates on her business, a successful chain of fitness clubs, instead.
Then, when single father Tate Calder comes to Mustang Creek with his two sons in tow, who befriend Bex's eight-year-old nephew, she and the handsome, aloof newcomer are constantly thrown together. But is the marriage season over? Or can a man with doubts about love be the right husband for a woman who wants it all?
The Marriage Season (Brides of Bliss County Book 3), by Linda Lael Miller- Amazon Sales Rank: #22087 in eBooks
- Published on: 2015-06-01
- Released on: 2015-05-26
- Format: Kindle eBook
Review "Linda Lael Miller creates vibrant characters and stories I defy you to forget."-#1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber"Miller has found a perfect niche with charming western romances and cowboys who will set readers hearts aflutter. Funny and heartwarming, The Marriage Pact will intrigue readers by the first few pages. Unforgettable characters with endless spunk and desire make this a must-read."-RT Book Reviews"Miller has created unforgettable characters and woven a many-faceted yet coherent and lovingly told tale." –Booklist on McKettrick's Choice"Fans of Linda Lael Miller will fall in love with The Marriage Pact and without a doubt be waiting for the next installments, which will feature Hadleigh's friends.... [Miller's] ranch-based westerns have always entertained and stayed with me long after reading them."-Idaho Statesman"Miller treads familiar ground with her detailing of close-knit small town life, developed characters, sweet romance, and a hint of cowboy excitement."-Publishers Weekly on The Marriage Pact"Miller's name is synonymous with the finest in western romance." -RT Book Reviews"A passionate love too long denied drives the action in this multifaceted, emotionally rich reunion story that overflows with breathtaking sexual chemistry." -Library Journal on McKettricks of Texas: Tate"Miller's prose is smart, and her tough Eastwoodian cowboy cuts a sharp, unexpectedly funny figure in a classroom full of rambunctious frontier kids." -Publishers Weekly on The Man from Stone Creek"Miller's return to Parable is a charming story of love in its many forms. The hero's struggles are handled in an informed and heartwarming way, and it's easy to empathize with the heroine's desire to start an independent, new life in this sweetly entertaining and alluring tale." -RT Book Reviews on Big Sky River"Miller's down-home, easy-to-read style keeps the plot moving, and she includes...likable characters, picturesque descriptions and some very sweet pets." -Publishers Weekly on Big Sky Country
About the Author The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is the author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels. Now living in Spokane, Washington, the “First Lady of the West” hit a career high when all three of her 2011 Creed Cowboy books debuted at #1 on the New York Times list. In 2007, the Romance Writers of America presented her their Lifetime Achievement Award. She personally funds her Linda Lael Miller Scholarships for Women. Visit her at www.lindalaelmiller.com.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Leaves floated down like rain and littered the path with bright color, red and aspen gold. The air had a crisp bite to it, clean and fresh, the scent of autumn. Above, the sky was cloudless, a pure Wyoming blue. Perfect training weather.Becca "Bex" Stuart flashed by another runner with a nod. The trail was busy on this Saturday morning. Mustang Creek had put in a series of municipal paths specifically for walking, biking and running, and the money had, in her opinion, been well spent. She sure took advantage of her tax dollars every chance she got.Just a light run. That was her goal this fine morning. Luckily, Bex had access, thanks to her business, to the finest athletic equipment available, so she could get an accurate time. The upcoming marathon was the usual 26.2 miles, and her strategy was to gradually work up to that. And then she'd begin tapering down. By next Saturday she should be ready.Her friends thought she was insane.From experience, because this wasn't her first endurance race, Bex knew they could be right. Mile nineteen was where you just wanted to chuck it all and quit, but if you got past it…you were home free.Her phone, clipped to her shorts, beeped.A text.She could read it as she ran; however, she couldn't answer, not without stopping, and she wasn't going to stop now.It was from one of her best friends, Melody, recently married, so now Mrs. Spencer Hogan.Meet us at the ranch for lunch? Hadleigh and I want to talk to you.It was, according to her high-tech pedometer, a manageable time frame as long as they meant around noon. She was able to type K without breaking stride.There was definitely a shower in her future before she sat down with other human beings to eat—as a favor to them. Despite the cool temperature, Bex was perspiring, as she should be, or she wasn't trying hard enough."Bex? Bex Stuart?"Male voice. Familiar.The sound jarred Bex out of her endorphin haze, brought the world around her back into focus.She'd just reached the second loop around Pioneer Park, and the place was filled with small, noisy kids celebrating life in general. The male voice belonged to Tate Calder, she saw with dismay, his two young sons among the crowd of children crawling all over the playground equipment.Tate looked, as usual, put together and handsome with his clean-cut features, wavy chestnut hair and dark eyes. He wore a leather jacket and nice jeans, while she was arrayed in the scruffiest outfit she owned—and, naturally, sweaty, as well.Great."Hi," she said. Not exactly brilliant, but polite at least. A little breathless, Bex ran in place, her body on autopilot. Keep that heart rate up.Not that it was a problem. Just looking at this man seemed to have an aerobic effect on her.She'd encountered Tate two or three times before, since he was a friend of Hadleigh's husband, Tripp, both men having flown for the same company as charter pilots back in the day, before Tripp decided it was time to sell the firm and come home to Mustang Creek.Tate's dark eyes were amused, missing nothing. "How've you been?""Good." Now there was a snappy answer. Yes, she was on a conversational roll, all right, a regular genius with words.Tate grinned. "You seem to be in a hurry, so I won't hold you up. Tripp tells me you're training for a marathon." A brief, measured pause. Meaning what? "Really?""Really," Bex replied. She managed a small smile, friendly enough, but wobbly. "Nice to see you," she said, trying to distance herself from him, still running. Still going nowhere fast. "What can I say? Guess I'm a glutton for punishment." Terrific. More snappy repartee. Annoyed with herself, she sprinted off, probably improving her time slightly, since she didn't particularly want him to remember her with a shiny face and a messy ponytail.Of all the luck.Make that bad luck.Tate was tempting as hell, no denying that, but Bex got the nearly subliminal impression that he was as wary of involvement as she was. His wife had died, and she'd lost Will in Afghanistan—it wasn't hard to do the psychological math.Thoughts in a muddle, Bex finished her run and headed for home. There, she took a hot shower, put on her favorite red sweater and black jeans and, perhaps as a nod to the cosmic forces that governed vanity, she spent a few extra minutes doing her hair and adding lip gloss.Satisfied that she looked okay, Bex left the house, got into her sporty SUV and, after making a brief stop downtown, zipped off to meet Mel and Hadleigh.Reaching the Galloway ranch minutes later, Bex felt a twinge, a bittersweet sensation somewhere in the back of her heart. Tucked among the looming mountains, crystalline streams and venerable trees, the house and barn and other outbuildings—even the fences and corrals—seemed to belong there, organic to the landscape itself.Tripp had taken over the place after his stepfather, Jim, long a widower, had finally remarried and moved into town. The house itself wasn't fancy, but it was spacious and solid and homey, with a welcoming air.Secretly, Bex had always wanted to live in the country. She loved her work, felt she was making a genuine contribution to people's health and all-around well-being by furthering the cause of fitness through her ever-expanding business. And, if not actually country, Mustang Creek was certainly no clamoring metropolis. There was something…nurturing about being out here, with all this unspoiled nature.Before she could even get out of the car, Mel and Hadleigh stepped onto the side porch, smiling and waving.Both her friends were pregnant, and both of them were more beautiful than ever.Bex felt a pang of affection, tinged, alas, with mild envy.Hadleigh was farther along than Melody, her baby bump more pronounced. She'd married first, and she and Tripp had been eager to start their family.All systems go.Melody, running a close second, was just starting to show, a bit rounder than usual, her loose shirt disguising her pregnancy. If you didn't know her, you'd never guess, but they'd all been friends since they were six years old, so Bex was attuned to every change. She was living this with them, sharing the experience in a way, and she couldn't have been more pleased by their obvious happiness.They really did glow.They knew Bex felt slightly left out—there wasn't much Melody and Hadleigh didn't know about her—and they not only understood, they were also convinced her turn at marital bliss and motherhood would come. Soon.When Bex's own hopes flagged, these two never failed to notice and offer encouragement. She was so lucky to have them in her life.That choked her up for a moment, brought the sting of tears to her eyes. Romantic flings, career highs, fun times—all those things came and went, but friendships like theirs were as permanent as bedrock.She paused, took a breath and squared her shoulders."I brought dessert," she announced cheerfully. "Don't kill me, but it's those puff pastries from Madeline's. You guys can't drink wine or coffee, so you need some sort of vice." She paused, chuckling. Some fitness guru she was, she thought wryly. "One pastry won't hurt." This was true enough, in her opinion. One pastry wouldn't do any harm. The problem arose when the rate of consumption ratcheted up to three or four tasty treats—or ten. Feeling cocky, she added, "Considering that I just ran eighteen miles, I can afford a reasonable level of indulgence."Motormouth, her inner moderator gibed."Give me that bag." Hadleigh grabbed for it as Bex came up the steps. "I'm having mine before lunch, so no lectures on nutrition, please. And if Tripp has the gall to say a word—he has the metabolism of a shark, the rat fink—I consider it your solemn duty as my friends to drop him in his tracks." Paper rustled as she peered inside the bag. Sniffed appreciatively. "Oh, dear heaven," she lamented happily, in a near moan, nudging Melody lightly with one elbow as she spoke, "it's the ones with lemon whipped cream.""Yep," Bex confirmed with a twinkle. Judging by the current reactions, if she hadn't surrendered the bag willingly, one or both of these watermelon smugglers would have tackled her for it.Melody, feigning greed, made a comical effort to snatch the fragrant sack from Hadleigh's hands, and Hadleigh, in turn, pretended to dodge the move."Hey, share and share alike," Melody said with a grin. "If you think you're going to snarf up my share right along with your own, sister, think again."Hadleigh laughed, still employing diversion tactics, an awkward endeavor under the circumstances, and Bex wondered if the third pastry, intended to be hers, would survive this good-natured tussle.Hadleigh correctly read Bex's expression. Yes, she was fit and yes, she ran a fitness empire, but she loved Madeline's lemon-cream dreams as much as anybody did. "You can drink wine," Hadleigh continued, cheerfully accusatory. "We can't. Coffee?" She waved one hand in a dismissive gesture while holding the pastry bag just out of Melody's reach with the other. "Gone. A distant memory."Bex had to giggle at her friend's histrionics.Hadleigh took in her friend's trim figure with a mock glower. "Laugh if you want, Becca Jean Stuart, but one of these days, you'll be pregnant and craving all kinds of things you can't have, and we'll be the ones rubbing it in.""Yeah," Melody agreed staunchly, making another grab for the bag.For all the joking around, a whisper of sadness brushed Bex's soul.If Will, Hadleigh's older brother and the love of Bex's life, had made it home from Afghanistan, everything would be so different.She'd loved Will Stevens so much.Maybe the phrase, "better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all," was poignant, but it really didn't offer much comfort in reflective moments like this one.Tough up, woman, Bex told herself. Then, after a beat or two, when she could trust her voice again, she went on. "Once you two get a handle on dessert, what's on the menu for lunch?" she teased. "I heard a rumor that we were going to eat an actual meal, and I could use some sustenance here."Hadleigh closed the bakery bag and rolled it shut with a little sigh of resignation. "I made spinach lasagna," she answered. "Garlic bread, too. The guys will be here soon, so maybe we ought to fill our plates before they get back with the boys.""Boys?" Bex asked cautiously. Guys usually meant Tripp and Spence. Boys implied someone else."Tate and his sons," Hadleigh explained airily.It figured, Bex thought, unsurprised. She was going to have to deal with Tate Calder twice in one day? Just one more indication that God had a sense of humor.Cosmic complaints department? This is Bex Stuart and I—Please hold for the next available operator. Your call is very important to us…There she was. Again.Tate had spotted Becca right away, back at the park. With looks like hers, she would've been hard to miss. She was trim, compact, with the kind of curves that drew a man's eye, even beneath baggy sweatpants and a faded T-shirt. And then there was all that silky hair, trying to fight its way out of a crooked ponytail.At the time, he'd hesitated to say anything because he was rusty, to say the least, when it came to the whole man-woman interaction thing. Out of practice.This particular woman stirred him, deep down, in ways he couldn't quite explain, rational thinker that he was. She made him want to take chances again, live for himself as well as his children.But what if he fell for Becca—Bex, as the others called her—and his young sons got their hopes up, let down their guard, started to believe they might have a mother again, only to see the whole thing crash and burn? Would there be survivors?He had no choice but to be philosophical.Like it or not—Tate both did and didn't like it—he and Bex were face-to-face again.The boys had both scrambled out of the truck the minute he pulled to a stop. He was grateful that they enjoyed visiting the ranch so much, and were distracted, as always, by the dogs and horses and all that space to run wild in. It meant the kids probably hadn't noticed that their dad had been flash frozen before their very eyes.Tate worked up a smile, acknowledging Tripp and Hadleigh and Melody and Spence's existence with a slight wave of one hand as he approached them. Odd, how, just a moment before, he'd been so focused on Bex that she might've been standing all alone on the ranch house porch.In fact, she might have been the only other human being on the planet.Still, he was nothing if not a left-brained realist, and his attention had slowly widened, after that first weird instant, to include the others.The cognitive dials in his head began to click, registering further details. Construction had started on the new house, for one thing.Tripp and Spence looked like what they were—happily married men. Satisfied men, maybe even a little smug.Their wives, he noted, were downright radiant, the way women tended to be when they were not only cherished by their husbands, but gloriously pregnant, too.And all the time he was formulating these observations, his sons were tearing around the yard with the dogs, overjoyed, high on blue skies and green grass and every blessing in between.Of course, part of this boyish exuberance was for his benefit; Ben and Adam had been actively engaged in a campaign for a furry friend of their own for quite a while now. Although Tate wasn't averse to the idea—he'd always loved animals himself—they lived in a rented house, and the landlord didn't allow pets. So for the time being, anyway, adopting a critter was out of the question.In the meanwhile, Muggles and Ridley filled the canine-companion bill.Tate shifted mental gears, centering himself in the now. It was a beautiful afternoon, Ben and Adam were healthy, balanced kids and they were having fun.Plus, they had a decent meal to look forward to. Tate's version of Saturday lunch was usually something along the lines of canned tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. He had the feeling that they'd get something a little more appealing from Hadleigh Galloway.Inevitably, since Tate was flesh and blood, reasonably young and completely normal, his gaze strayed back to Bex. Ms. Stuart had looked two notches above terrific in her jogging clothes. Now, in a pair of well-cut jeans and a red sweater that showed off her feminine figure, she was downright distracting.Just a few yards from the casual gathering on the porch, Tate almost froze again—so much for getting centered—but an amused, all-too-knowing glance from Tripp kept him moving forward."Hello again," he heard himself say, his voice suddenly husky.Damned if the Galloways and Hogans hadn't evaporated once more, leaving him and Bex alone on the planet. He gravitated toward her, like a passing asteroid yanked into the orbit of some strange new sun, and then—then he literally collided with the woman, for God's sake, right there at the top of the porch steps.What the hell? he thought, but what he said was, "Sorry. I was thinking about the boys."Fool.Flustered, Tate looked back over one shoulder, trying to lend some credence to his fib, and saw no sign of the kids or the dogs.Bex pointed in the direction of the barn and said, "They went thataway."He gave a muffled laugh, realized he'd gripped Bex's shoulders at some point, and that he was still holding her, as though he'd expected her to fall. He let go."Thanks."After that brief expansion, the universe zoomed in again, with a swiftness that left Tate's head spinning.She smiled, which only increased the sensation, and her voice seemed far away. "Good luck catching up with them, though. All parties were moving fast. They could be in Canada by now."Tate struggled to regain his equilibrium. "That's a definite possibility," he agreed. "They're both a little hyper."This was a routine, even mundane, conversation. So why did everything seem so awkward?
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11 of 11 people found the following review helpful. A little difference in this book when comparing it against other Miller's other books... By L. Shaw I think overall this book was a fairly decent read. It wasn't my favorite of Miller's Brides of Bliss County series but for the most part I thought this book was a likable read.The trait that I loved most about this book was Miller's writing style. Like other books I have read by the author her writing style stands out in a crowded industry. I would certainly consider the author to be one of the best writer's of the modern day world and I will always be a fan.However I think that with this book there was nothing special about it. It read exactly the same way as the previous books of the series. The romance was slightly dull for me and that was disappointing. As for the chemistry there was nothing extremely sexy about the attraction between Bex and Tate. I was really expecting something a little more hotter since it is after all a western-romance.Another fault regarding the story I thought that the plot was a bit worn out. I would love to see the author return to her earlier roots as a writer and pen something that is not so typical. I love a western-romance novel, but when the plots start to repeat and the characters are the same as other characters in separate books I believe it is time for something a little more interesting.This book was a miss for me. It didn't thrill me the way I was hoping. I loved the writing. While characters, the romance and the plot all need mending. At the same time I have been reading from Miller since I was in junior high and that is never going to change. I just hope that the next series that the author does publish is a little different because this series is one that I doubt I will be finishing.
10 of 10 people found the following review helpful. Wonderful romance! By lep I received a complimentary book from Net Galley and the publisher in exchange for an honest review.This is the first book of this series that I have read. There are two other books, but I truthfully was able to understand everything without having read the first two books.The idea of this series is that three friends made a marriage pact. I am not exactly sure of the specifics if there are any, but I do not think that matters much. This is what I consider to be a true romance because the entire book is about Bex Stuart and Tate Calder falling in love and getting together.I am frankly crazy about Tate! He is kind, generous, a great father and he is even rich. Although he gave up the corporate life when his first wife died because he realized that he had spent too much time away from his family. He spends his day building his dream house and taking care of his kids. He plans to start a business with horses so he includes all of those needs in his new home he is building. He even is more-than-willing to take care of Becca's nephew when she takes care of him for a while after his parents separate.Becca is smart, generous and ambitious. She owns her own fitness center and is working on expanding it. She offers to take care of her nephew for her sister while she works things out with her husband. Becca is a very strong and independent woman whose only problem is that she has not gotten over her first love who died many years ago.Linda Lael Miller is a very prolific and popular writer. She writes like a professional writer and uses words and phrases that allow us to feel what each character is feeling. Even though the story has no major conflict, it is an easy read that appeals to the romance in all of our hearts.I especially like this book because I think a lot of the events parallel what goes on in the world today. A lot of women are working while the husband stays home and takes care of the children. Also, Tate is a very sensitive, loving father and husband who does not feel inferior to his hardworking wife. In fact, he is very supportive of everything she says and does even if he totally doesn't agree with her.I would suggest this book to the romantic reader who doesn't like graphic sex or violence, just pure romance.
5 of 5 people found the following review helpful. This book like the other two in this series is cute with ... By Wootz1953 I don't know why LLM has changed her writing style. This book like the other two in this series is cute with kids and dogs but boring when it comes to romance and the depth of characters. It was the same with the Parable Montana series. I have to make myself finish the books. No romance except two sentences. You will miss it if you read too fast. I sure hope LLM goes back to her great romance and stories that she wrote all these years before the Parable Montana series and this Wyoming series. She even is now using the same name for characters as in her previous books. Tate in this book was the same name of the great book Tate she wrote in the Mckettricks of Texas. Now that was a great series. If you think this book was that good you havent read LLM past books. This was like reading the teenage Harlequin books we read in high school.
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