Samantha's Cowboy

Samantha's Cowboy
Marin Thomas

There should be millions in Samantha Cartwright's trust fund… but it's empty.Luckily for Wade Dawson, her financial adviser, Samantha doesn't know that yet. So Wade's buying time to solve the mystery of the missing money by playing cowboy on her ranch. But he's in way over his head! Wade is so different from the men Samantha is used to. He wears a tie to work instead of dusty jeans and a Stetson. And while she's intrigued by him, she's frustrated by the delay.After all, starting her new horse ranch will finally prove to her overprotective father that she's capable of running her own life. But Samantha's memory lapses from an old injury once brought harm to a child she loved, and she cannot risk being a danger to Wade or his young son. Even if the businessman does look irresistible in a cowboy hat…

The McKade Brothers

The McKade Brothers

The McKade Brothers

Hearts of Appalachia

Hearts of Appalachia

Hearts of Appalachia

Time passed slowly as Sam watched Wade—more specifically as she ogled his chest.

For a guy who wore a suit to work he had nicely defined pecs and biceps. Not the bulging muscles the cowboys flaunted but the lean, hard muscles of a swimmer or a runner. Sam studied the intriguing patch of dark hair in the middle of his chest, before following it down his stomach, where it disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. When her eyes reversed direction, she discovered Wade staring at her.

Their gazes clashed and Wade’s brown eyes smoldered with invitation.

Oh, boy. She was in trouble.

Big trouble.

Dear Reader,

Everyone is forgetful at times, but Samantha Cartwright’s forgetfulness comes from an injury that almost took her life as a teenager. She’s convinced her handicap stands in the way of what she really wants—a family of her own.

I created Wade Dawson to rescue Samantha, but he isn’t your typical cowboy. As a matter of fact, he’s the furthest thing from a cowboy—he’s a financial adviser. But Wade shows Samantha that it’s not the clothes that make a man a cowboy—it’s pure stubborn determination. And Wade has plenty of that.

I hope you enjoy watching Samantha and Wade fall in love. If you missed my books about Samantha’s brothers Duke (The Cowboy and the Angel, Nov 2008) and Matt (A Cowboy’s Promise, April 2009), both books remain available through online retailers or may be ordered by your local bookstore. Late in 2010 be on the lookout for a fourth sibling, who mysteriously resurfaces to claim his rightful place in the Cartwright family.

For more information on my books visit www.marinthomas.com. For up-to-date news on Harlequin American Romance authors and their books visit www.harauthors.blogspot.com.

Happy reading!

Marin

Samantha’s Cowboy

Marin Thomas

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Marin Thomas grew up in Janesville, Wisconsin. She attended the University of Arizona in Tucson on a Division I basketball scholarship. In 1986 she graduated with a B.A. in radio-television and married her college sweetheart in a five-minute ceremony in Las Vegas. Marin was inducted in May 2005 into the Janesville Sports Hall of Fame for her basketball accomplishments. Even though she now calls Chicago home, she’s a living testament to the old adage “You can take the girl out of the small town, but you can’t take the small town out of the girl.” Marin’s heart still lies in small-town life, which she loves to write about in her books.

To my niece Desirée—

because you never gave up.

As you look to a future full of possibilities

always remember…

The best helping hand that you will ever receive is the one at the end of your own arm.

—Fred Dehner

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter One

Samantha Cartwright was fit to be boiled down to glue—that said a lot for a woman who intended to run a sanctuary ranch for neglected horses.

She swung her Chevy Silverado pickup into the no-parking zone in front of First Place Tower at 15 East Fifth Avenue in downtown Tulsa, Oklahoma. Three o’clock on a Friday afternoon and not a soul in sight. The mid-July hundred-degree heat wave had sent the city’s business professionals home early.

Charles Dawson’s ornery backside better be in his office.

No sooner had Sam’s dusty Ropers hit the pavement than a security guard materialized out of thin air. Sucking in his baby smooth cheeks, he pointed to the sign at the curb. Sam fumbled with the floor mat until her fingers found the fifty-dollar bill she kept hidden for emergencies—empty gas tanks or bribes.