Western Spring Weddings: The City Girl and the Rancher / His Springtime Bride / When a Cowboy Says I Do

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

His Springtime Bride (#litres_trial_promo)

Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)

Dear Reader (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

When a Cowboy Says I Do (#litres_trial_promo)

Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)

Dear Reader (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

The City Girl and the Rancher (#ulink_91ba5721-2685-546c-a599-67a109347ea4)

Lynna Banning

Dear Reader (#ulink_45e9fac2-390c-5858-a6f1-caf18b70a865),

After winter—often a long, cold, bleak period in nature and in life—a miracle happens: Nature regenerates and lives change.

To me, spring signals the renewal of both living things and the human spirit. It’s a time when growth is resumed, when hope is renewed, when fear turns into courage and when the seeds of new life are sown.

Lynna Banning

Chapter One (#ulink_db9b1033-b9f0-5536-9ded-238af878bd02)

April, 1873

“Hey, mister! Mister? Are you awake?”

Something lifted the battered wide-brimmed hat Gray had pulled over his face. “Who wants to know?” he grumbled.

“Me!”

He opened one eye. “Yeah? Who’s ‘me’?”

“Me! Emily!”

Gray stared into a pair of wide blue eyes framed by a mop of bright red curls. A kid. A female kid, by the look of her ruffled blue plaid dress.

“Are you sleeping?” a high-pitched voice chirped.