The Cowboy's Runaway Bride
Nancy Robards Thompson
And the bride wore…running shoes?Lady Chelsea Ashford Alden was forced to flee London after her fiancé betrayed her, and now seeks refuge with her best friend. When Ethan Campbell catches her climbing in through a window, he doesn't realise the only thing Chelsea will be stealing is his heart…
And the bride wore...running shoes?
Publicly shamed by her former fiancé, Lady Chelsea Ashford Alden has fallen from grace and her intimate life has become fodder for the British tabloids. On the run from the paparazzi, there’s only one place for the errant aristocrat to wait out the scandal: her best friend’s cottage in Celebration, Texas...
Instead of foiling a burglar, rancher Ethan Campbell startles a gorgeous blonde in the bathtub! Chelsea covers up...her true identity. But not her sizzling attraction to the tall, dark and hunky cowboy. Ethan has loved and lost, and until Chelsea, he never thought he’d love again. But he doesn’t know her secret, and if she reveals the truth, he might be the one to run this time around.
“If you know Juliette so well, why did you break in?”
“She was supposed to leave me a key, but I couldn’t find it.”
He squinted at her. “Where was she supposed to leave it?”
“Under a planter. She wasn’t specific, and, as I said, I couldn’t find it. That’s when I saw the open window—”
Ethan held up his hand, silencing her.
“Just give me your cell phone.”
“I don’t have it on my person.”
His mouth twisted in a dubious expression and he grunted. “On your person? I’ve been giving you the benefit of the doubt. If you don’t want to cooperate, I can call Joyce back and we can sort out what’s what down at the station.”
He held out his hand again, this time moving his fingers in a “give it to me” gesture.
“It’s in the car.” Now he was starting to irritate her. “I’m certainly not hiding it.” She ran her hands down the silhouette of her body to emphasize that she was wearing a T-shirt and a rather snug skirt that didn’t leave room for secret pockets.
When she realized that Ethan Campbell’s gaze was meandering the same path her own hands had traced she regretted issuing the invitation.
Celebration, TX: Love is just a celebration away...
The Cowboy’s Runaway Bride
Nancy Robards Thompson
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
National bestselling author NANCY ROBARDS THOMPSON holds a degree in journalism. She worked as a newspaper reporter until she realized reporting “just the facts” bored her silly. Now that she has much more content to report to her muse, Nancy loves writing women’s fiction and romance full-time. Critics have deemed her work “funny, smart and observant.” She resides in Florida with her husband and daughter. You can reach her at www.nancyrobardsthompson.com (http://www.nancyrobardsthompson.com) and Facebook.com/nancyrobardsthompsonbooks (http://www.Facebook.com/nancyrobardsthompsonbooks).
This book is dedicated to Katherine Garbera
for helping me dream up the heroine of
The Cowboy’s Runaway Bride
and for your unwavering friendship.
Kathy, you’re the sister of my heart.
Contents
Cover (#u3fd18a27-29a5-5ca6-85f7-6dfe8bdd2e1d)
Back Cover Text (#u12551f5f-43e6-5ff4-bc2e-1131a855979d)
Introduction (#u6fd37a20-d15a-5eab-a741-befd0aa8cc29)
Title Page (#uea78c8cf-8309-5753-b4fb-b89493237ed3)
About the Author (#u5fe6ccc5-9fd3-5470-bb4d-28b080156f44)
Dedication (#u83059bff-35ad-58c6-83ae-6acb6303b564)
Chapter One (#u5ed750fa-4b62-5b47-ae74-5467a6892b5b)
Chapter Two (#uc0de805d-3952-5ecf-be2a-e00b95da25a7)
Chapter Three (#ub655504e-f8a3-592f-89da-4b95b098daeb)
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Chapter One (#u25f885e7-47d2-57ae-84b7-7f628344ca71)
Lady Chelsea Ashford Alden cast a wary glance over her shoulder as she approached the front door of the gray stone cottage.