Christmas in Mustang Creek (The Brides of Bliss County), by Linda Lael Miller
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Charlotte Morgan grew up in Mustang Creek, Wyoming, and couldn't wait to escape to the big city. But life in New York isn't as fabulous as she'd like to admit—she's lonely, doing a job she doesn't love and dating too many frogs she meets online.
There was one potential prince, though—Jaxon Locke, a veterinarian with definite possibilities—but his move to Idaho to fill in at his dad's vet practice ended things just as they were getting interesting. What Charlotte doesn't know is that he misses her, more than he expected…
Meanwhile, Charlotte's great-aunt Geneva—the woman who raised her—needs to enter an assisted-living facility. So, just before Christmas, Charlotte moves back home. When Jax catches wind of her move back West, he's determined to get to Wyoming and do whatever it takes to win her back.
Christmas in Mustang Creek is a magical time in a magical place, not least because of a mysterious visitor named Mrs. Klozz. She knows that love is the greatest gift of all, and she's ready to help out Santa by giving these two a push in the right direction!
Christmas in Mustang Creek (The Brides of Bliss County), by Linda Lael Miller - Amazon Sales Rank: #107953 in Books
- Published on: 2015-09-29
- Released on: 2015-09-29
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 7.36" h x .96" w x 5.53" l, .86 pounds
- Binding: Hardcover
- 272 pages
Christmas in Mustang Creek (The Brides of Bliss County), by Linda Lael Miller 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. Charlotte Morgan shouldn't have checked her bag for the flight from New York to Wyoming. Her layover in Denver had already been far longer than planned because of a storm that was coming in from the West Coast, and now she was—-finally—waiting by a luggage carousel at the Cheyenne airport. And waiting… As her friend Karin always said, there were two kinds of luggage—carry-on and lost. And hers appeared to be of the lost variety.December 21 meant it was almost the festive season, but her spirits were definitely on the low side.This airport mess was typical of the dismal way her luck had been running lately.Let's see. She'd had to arrange for her aunt Geneva to move into assisted living. Dealing with that, mostly by email and over the phone, hadn't been easy. Then there was the fact that a stranger was staying at Geneva's house, the house Charlotte had grown up in. Of course, she'd questioned her aunt about Mrs. Klozz, asking how she and the mysterious visitor had met, but Geneva's answers had been consistently vague, even evasive.Worried, Charlotte had called Spencer Hogan, an old friend and Mustang Creek's chief of police, to request a background check. He'd chuckled and said that wouldn't be necessary; Mrs. Klozz was, as he'd put it, "all right."Finally, Charlotte had decided to drop the subject. She'd meet the woman soon enough and form her own opinion.Despite all this, she felt uneasy.Then—just when she'd thought things couldn't get any worse—she'd been laid off. Merry, merry Christmas.Oh, the company, an advertising firm, had given her a generous enough severance package. Her boss had explained that budget cuts were taking a toll on everyone.Not on him, apparently. His job seemed to be safe, unlike her own. It had taken some effort to not say something to that effect, but in truth, she just wanted to go home.As she watched everyone retrieving luggage while hers was, predictably, nowhere in sight, she realized how ironic it was—as a teenager, she'd been convinced that all she wanted was to leave the small town of Mustang Creek, become successful, meet the right man and never look back. She'd done it. She'd left. She'd gotten a great job. She'd met the right man. But she sure had looked back.There was one other hopeful passenger waiting, and they exchanged a shrug of commiseration. The carousel was still moving, so maybe…Yep, she'd left the small town. Got the dream job—and lost it. Met one Dr. Jaxon Locke, fell in love, and that hadn't worked, either.The other passenger won the lottery and his case slid down."Happy holidays," he said in sympathy as he hurried away.Then…a Christmas miracle! Her suitcase actually bumped out—no more than two seconds before she was going to head over to the airline counter to fill in the claim form—and began the journey toward her. Yay! Clean underwear for Christmas.Aunt Geneva would tell her to count her blessings, and as she heaved her bag off the carousel and wheeled it toward the rental car area, Charlotte actually smiled. Things were already looking up. Oh, she still had to make the drive home with a giant storm roaring in, coasting a clipper from the Arctic, but at least she had her clothing. She'd need to make arrangements to have everything else sold or shipped home but would deal with that headache later. Her ridiculously expensive apartment had been sublet and all the rest of it was in storage.The snow was coming in sideways when she finally reached her rental car. Nothing like driving an unfamiliar rig in bad weather, she thought, as she climbed into the midsize sedan and turned the key in the ignition.She was on her way home.After seven years in New York City.Back in the day, she'd craved the city life, but now she simply wanted to get back to that big old drafty house, that comfortable house, where she'd grown up. Mustang Creek was the kind of small town where, if you sneezed, people were concerned you might be coming down with something and offered you their grandmother's favorite remedy. She wanted the fragrance of grass in the summer, the view of the Tetons, the old grape arbor in the backyard.She wanted home.Geneva needed her, Charlotte mused as she tried to figure out how to turn on the windshield wipers. But she might need this change even more. Losing her job wasn't a financial catastrophe since her aunt had taught her a lot about saving her money. She hated that the vibrant woman she remembered was slowly fading. Still, Charlotte viewed her own changed circumstances as a positive in some ways. They'd be able to spend time together. Quality time. Not just the fly-in, fly-out visits of the past few years. She could take care of the house, maybe use some of her savings to fix it up. The place had needed a new roof for at least ten years. She'd offered to pay for it more than once, but Aunt Geneva, her only living relative, had declined.Stubborn pride was a family trait, no question about that. She came by hers honestly.She should've looked more closely at the forecast, she decided when whirls of snow, like errant ghosts, circled her car. Almost no one else was traveling, which was just as well, since she could barely see enough to stay in her own lane. Other than the dim lights of one car some distance behind her, she had the road to herself.She was happy that she'd grabbed coffee and a sandwich in the Denver airport, although—exhausted as she was—she could've used another coffee right now. She slowed her speed even more as she squinted at the increasing whiteout conditions. There was one other immediate problem she hadn't considered. She didn't have keys to the house. Aunt Geneva had been a seamstress, working at home; she was a wizard with her machine and had probably made most of the wedding dresses in Bliss County for the past half century. So Charlotte had never really needed one.To be honest, she wasn't even sure there were keys. The doors with their beautiful faceted glass panels were original, and to her knowledge the locks had never been replaced. Maybe Aunt Geneva had given keys to the friend who was watching her house and taking care of her beloved cat and dog, but it was already after ten, and she wasn't going to get to Mustang Creek anytime soon at this speed.It seemed wrong to go pounding on the door at midnight when she didn't even know this Millicent Klozz. She certainly didn't want to wake the poor woman from a sound sleep."Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" came on the radio, and Charlotte turned up the volume. She loved the song, which brought back memories of getting tucked into bed on Christmas Eve, Geneva reading her a story and forbidding her to go downstairs until daybreak.She'd always heeded this admonition—except for the year she was seven. She'd gone downstairs in the middle of the night—not all the way down that creaky staircase because she'd known she'd get caught—and seen the packages under the tree. When she'd heard Aunt Geneva get up—for a drink of water, judging by the running tap—Charlotte had taken a small liberty and peeked at the gifts. Most of them had her name on them.Then she'd climbed into her aunt's bed and nestled there, eyes wide. When Geneva had rolled over, she'd given a small scream, obviously not expecting a small face right next to hers, dimly visible in the glow of the hallway night-light."Santa was here," Charlotte had informed her excitedly."I hope he brought me a new heart," Geneva had replied, after gasping and pressing her hand to her chest. "Lord, child, you startled me.""He came to our house!"Charlotte still remembered Geneva hugging her, remembered the warmth of her arms, the loving smile on her face. "Of course he did."Negotiating a slick turn, Charlotte wondered what her aunt had sacrificed to make sure Santa came to their house every year. As a child she hadn't comprehended the effort that went into raising a toddler. Especially if you'd inherited that responsibility in your late fifties, because your much younger sister and her husband had died tragically in a train accident. Geneva had been single and inexperienced with tantrums and packing lunches, and later on, cheerleading practice and track meets, sleepovers with giggling girls.Her aunt had done it all unf linchingly, and when it had come time for college, given her guidance, but let her choose. Now it was Charlotte's turn to give back.Jaxon Locke had been chased all the way from Idaho by the storm and it was starting to catch up with him, mentally and physically.He had no idea if he was being an idiot or not, going to Mustang Creek. After their breakup just over a year ago, he'd continued, though casually, to follow Charlotte Morgan on social media—they'd "friended" each other. A few days before, he'd checked in on her page and discovered that she'd left the firm. Even if she hadn't mentioned her plans to return to Wyoming, he would have known where she was headed.No part of him believed it was a coincidence that both he and Charlotte had ties to Mustang Creek. She'd been raised there, and he'd been hired by his friend Nate Cameron to work as a veterinarian in Nate's practice.He'd met Charlotte—Charlie, he called her—through an online dating service. Sort of.Except he'd cheated. Sort of. He'd sat next to the girlfriend of one of his college roommates at a cocktail party. The event had taken place in midtown Manhattan. He had been working in a nearby Connecticut town at the time, and he'd come into the city for his friend Remy's wedding. This woman had studied him over the rim of her cosmopolitan glass, then asked, "Single?"No doubt she'd made that assumption because while he'd taken the time to pick out what he considered a nice shirt, he'd still worn jeans and boots. His best boots, expensive, but he'd probably looked like a cowboy. "Not married, not dating," he'd answered wryly. "The invitation said casual dress. I took it to heart."Her lips had twitched. "You could use a haircut, too, but the look you've got going suits your style. Put you in an Armani suit, give you a five-o'clock shadow and you could be on the cover of a magazine. You're from where?""Originally, Idaho."She'd gotten right to the point. "I know just the girl for you."He'd doubted that, not only because she was dressed in three-inch heels, wore too much perfume and spent most of the time talking on her cell phone, but also because they were strangers. "You don't know anything about me.""Sure I do. Remy's mentioned you before. You're an animal doctor, right? You and Remy and a bunch of other guys all met at Ohio State."He'd nodded. "We shared a house. And, yes, I'm a veterinarian."She'd leaned in a little closer. "I work with this girl who's beautiful, smart and hates the city as much as you obviously do but won't admit it. Loves animals and is from a small town. Here's the catch. She refuses blind dates from friends. I do know that she's recently joined an online dating service. Let me write down her name for you, plus the site info. It won't hurt to check out her profile." Her smile was audacious. "Don't tell her I had anything to do with it.""Since I don't know your name, that would be impossible.""We'll do official introductions if the two of you actually get together, okay?""Okay with me," he'd said, figuring nothing would come of this odd conversation anyway."She's a Wyoming girl, Mr. Cowboy. I have a feeling you'll ride off for bluer skies and fresher air soon—and I think she will, too."The deliberately mysterious woman's cell had rung again and while she'd answered it, she'd scribbled down Charlotte Morgan on a napkin, along with the name of a popular dating site.Even though he'd basically just been playing along, passing the time, Jax had realized he was curious enough to take a look at Ms. Morgan's profile.He'd never even considered online dating. Later, when he got home, he'd typed in the information and, eventually, been completely…well, the English would have called it gobsmacked.Charlotte Morgan was beautiful, all right. More than beautiful.
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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful. Another Christmas winner by one of my favorite authors, Linda Lael Miller By terrylynn Another Christmas winner by one of my favorite authors, Linda Lael Miller, Christmas in Mustang Creek is a fun, whimsical romance about the next (possibly the last?) Brides of Bliss County. This time around we find Charlotte Morgan (affectionately called Charlie) home from her fast paced job in New York City. She returns to Mustang Creek and the beautiful old, large and little bit drafty, home she grew up in with her beloved great aunt Geneva. Charlie knows that her aunt Geneva is having trouble with her memory due to the early stages of dementia, so she thinks she is prepared for this new stage of her life. What she isn't prepared for is the two unexpected house guests that seem determined to turn her world upside down, or maybe right side up...she can't quite decide.Jaxon Locke arrives in Mustang Creek to start a new job as a Veterinarian. Glad to be out of New York, the only things Jax misses is the woman he loves... Charlie Morgan. When he finds himself with the opportunity to move to Charlie's home town, it seems like fate is giving them another chance and when a little white haired lady conveniently named Millicent Klozz offers him room and board in Charlie's huge home... how can he refuse? Mrs. Klozz is heaven sent and cooks like an angel. She also seems to be aware of exactly what everyone is thinking and just exactly what it is they need to be happy. So between Jaxon, her Aunt Geneva and the mysterious Mrs. Klozz, Charlie might just be in for the best Christmas of her life... if she'll only take a chance on love.It's a warm and simple holiday romance with all the things that make Christmas stories such a pleasure to curl up with... a beautiful setting, snow, adorable animals... of course... this is LL Miller after all... hot chocolate and romance with a handsome guy who seems heaven sent and a woman who has to decide if she wants to risk it all for love. Five stars for Christmas in Mustang Creek (The Brides of Bliss County).
5 of 5 people found the following review helpful. Everyone needs a Mrs. Klozz in the kitchen at Christmastime By Cheryl Stout Charlotte Morgan has lived and worked in advertising in New York City for the last seven years. Now events conspire against her and her career and she heads back to Mustang Creek, Wyoming right before Christmas, wanting to help her elderly great aunt that raised her.Veterinarian Jaxon Locke has taken a job in Mustang Creek partnering with another vet but he's really there to win over Charlotte's heart (or Charlie as he calls her).Great aunt Geneva is hoping this young couple will get together, along with the mysterious Mrs. Klozz, who's cooking up a holiday storm in the kitchen and making all kinds of things happen otherwise.I loved this light, sexy Christmas romance. All the characters are memorable and believable.Dogs, a cat, a horse, mistletoe in strategic spots, meals made by Mrs. Klozz that I wish I could eat, and all kinds of plans to keep Charlie happy and in Mustang Creek make this a holiday book I will remember.NOTE: I received this book from HQN Books through Net Galley in exchange for my honest review.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful. Every year I look forward to February and December(the best times of year to feed my addiction By Isha Coleman I am addicted to holiday movies, reads and programming. Every year I look forward to February and December(the best times of year to feed my addiction.). Christmas in Mustang Creek brought the magic, romance and good feelings a couple of months early. Linda Lael Miller has provided an outlet of escapism that is a fairy tale come to life. Charlotte is in the doldrums and feeling sorry for herself. A trip home may be just the remedy to lift her spirits. The Hallmark card setting, the feeling of traditional values and love, the mystery in the air and lastly the beautiful romance made this story a dream to read. Was sad to see it end. I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
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