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The wait is over!
Finally…the last book in the Redheads & Ranchers Series!

On June 16, ANNA’S HEART
will join JENNY’S VOICE and HUNTER’S PRIDE
as the third and final Redheads & Ranchers Book.

AND…
It’s on pre-order for the special price of just 99¢ until Release Day.

Here’s the official book blurb:

She’s a rancher with a heartbreaking secret.
He’s Hollywood royalty, poised to take a chance that risks his reputation and his career.
Now that they’ve found each other, can he win her heart?

Anna Graves works hard helping to run her family’s Wyoming dude ranch.  Still reeling from the tragic loss of her smokejumper fiancé in a horrific wildfire, she is content to hide from the world as she teaches horseback riding lessons to tourists by day and reads smutty romance novels by night.

When world-famous Scottish actor Angus McGregor needs to brush up his cowboy skills in preparation for his starring role in a new Western, he heads to Sweetwater Ranch in the boondocks of Wyoming.  He is immediately fascinated by Anna, who won’t give him the time of day.  Can he break down the self-protective wall she has built?

If you like hot cowboys, Scottish accents, and happily-ever-afters, you’ll love ANNA’S HEART, the third book in the Redheads & Ranchers series!

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Weekend Excerpt–Summer is Coming!

Because you know you’re hot for teacher…

Here’s your first peek at this summer’s hottest anthology, SUMMER SESSIONS! It comes out June 1, and best of all, it’s going to be available FREE at your favorite online bookseller.
Check out the blurb:

School is out!
But the lessons are just getting started.
This summer, five of your favorite steamy romance writers,
who also happen to be current and former classroom teachers,
are bringing you SUMMER SESSIONS,
an anthology of HOT reads for those endless summer nights.
This anthology includes sexy summer break books by JC Winchester, Linzi Basset, Maggie Jane Schuler, Patient Lee, and Pandora Spocks.
SUMMER SESSIONS, from Bratty Ginger Books, who brought you last summer’s International bestselling anthology, A TASTE OF SUBMISSION,
is available only through the end of August 2020.
So, hurry and grab your copy before it’s gone.

My own contribution to this project is JUST ONE NIGHT, my naughty little summer novella. Here’s a little snippet.

     The pair parked themselves at a tiny table at the edge of the piano bar, the first place they’d come to in their search for a cocktail.  Katie watched him as he approached the bar and ordered for them.  She couldn’t get over how handsome he was, how he’d come outside looking for her.  This was precisely what she needed to take her mind off of her man problems back home. 

   She smiled up at him as he returned to their table, carrying a margarita for her and a Scotch for himself.  “Cheers,” he said, raising his glass to hers.

     “Cheers,” she murmured in return, and she sipped gratefully, counting on the liquid courage her glass offered.

     “You know, we’ve gone about this all backward.”  He rested his drink on the table and offered his right hand.  “My name is—“

     “No!  No names,” Katie quickly interrupted.

     Mac blinked in surprise.  “No names.  Why no names?”

     “Just…because,” she stammered.  “No names, no personal information, we’ll just…keep it casual.”

     “Keep it casual.”  Mac frowned.  “Okay.”  He gave her a curious look.  “Do you want me to leave?”

     She shook her head, red curls swinging.  “No, I’d like you to stay.”

     He gave a relieved smile.  “Good because I’d like to stay.  So…no personal information.  Do you want to talk about work?”

     “Oh, hell, no!”

     “Um, how about that weather?  That’s some pretty great weather out there tonight.”

     Katie laughed lightly.  “I don’t mean to be a pain.”

     Mac smiled back.  “You’re not a pain, exactly.  I just have to figure out the rules.  And you’re here with three other women?”

     “You could see that in the dining room.  Where you were staring,” Katie observed.

     “You know that because you were staring back,” he countered.

     “And you’re here with two other men.”

     Mac nodded.  “My brothers.  Oops!  Was that personal?”

     “Now you’re making fun.”

     He smiled ruefully.  “Maybe just a little bit.  This is kind of a bachelor party.  My kid brother is getting married.”

     “A bachelor party?”  Katie laughed lightly.  “Shouldn’t you be getting back to the debauchery?”

     Mac laughed.  “Not much debauchery with those two.  My older brother’s been married for years, and Tommy’s head over heels for his fiancée.”  He glanced up at Katie.  “Oops!  More personal information.”

     Katie sighed and sipped her drink.  “My friends and I get together for a week every summer.  We’ve known each other since high school.”

     “There now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

     Katie nodded firmly.  “We’re even, that’s all.”  She rested her forearm on the table and toyed with her glass.  Mac did the same, and as he did, his arm brushed against hers.  She made no effort to move away from him.  He intentionally rested his arm against hers, noting the electric charge he felt, wondering if she felt it, too.

     Glancing up, he saw that she was watching him intently.  “So…you don’t want any personal information.  You don’t want to talk about work.  You don’t want me to leave.”

     Katie shook her head.

     “Okay, well, we’ve got that settled.  What do you want?”  He watched her expectantly.

     She stared at her glass as she swirled the remainder of her margarita.  Her buzz from the dinner wine combined with the icy cocktail made her feel bold.  She looked back up at Mac. 

                    “Do you really want to know what I want?  I want just one night.  Just one night of anonymous, no-holds-barred, red-hot, no-strings-attached sex.  That’s what I want.”  She fixed him with a challenging stare.

     “Whoa,” he breathed, eyes wide.

     Katie looked down at her glass again.  “Too blunt?”

     Mac leaned back in his chair, lips forming an O.  “That was blunt, all right, but I can respect that.  I’ve gotta ask, though.”  He sought out her eyes.  “Is there some guy at home waiting for you to come back?”

     Katie shook her head.  “I’m not cheating on anybody.  You?”

     He shook his head, too, and laughed humorlessly.  “What was it you said earlier?  Oh, hell, no.”

     She lightly stroked his arm as it rested on the table, delighting in the goosebumps that appeared there.  Her gaze traveled from there to his lap, which seemed to be taking an interest in the proceedings, if the growing mound there was any indication.  She shifted her focus, taking in his torso to those lips she’d noticed earlier.  God, I just want to suck on that lower lip.

     She met his eyes again, saw the fire there, and knew it matched her own.  “So, what do you say?”

     “I say, have another margarita.  I just need to run to the little shop and pick up some…  Well, I didn’t actually expect that I’d need…”  He smiled apologetically.

     Her voice was soft.  “I’ll wait right here.”

     He took her hand and gently brushed his lips across her knuckles, gave her a wink, and left the bar. 

JUST ONE NIGHT by Pandora Spocks

SUMMER SESSIONS goes live June 1!
Be sure to add it to your TBR list at Goodreads.

Weekend Excerpt–RANSOMING REDEMPTION

RANNIGAN’S REDEMPTION
It’s not going where you think it is.

High-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan has burned every bridge he ever crossed. Call it nature, call it nurture, he’s an inveterate player, and he’s always looked out for number one, first and foremost.

Meeting fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn impacted his life in ways he could never imagine, but even her love couldn’t change the man he’s always been.

Which is why, in RANSOMING REDEMPTION, the third and final book of Rannigan’s Redemption, Michael begins to feel the need for redemption for all the havoc he’s wreaked in his life, for all the bodies he’s left in his wake. If only he could make it up to Maggie in some small way, maybe he’d find some peace for the turmoil in his soul.

By the time readers get to this last chapter in the story of Michael and Maggie, they have different reactions. Many have suggested that I work some kind of deal with a tissue manufacturer, a way you can buy the book and get a box of tissues for free, LOL. One said that I broke the rules of romance, but she was willing to let it go because she loved the characters. I’ve also gotten a bad review or two simply because the reader didn’t like where the story went.

The truth is that Michael’s and Maggie’s journeys always were what they are. A just tapped it out on the keys of my laptop. My hope is that ultimately, readers are satisfied. I love Michael and Maggie so much. They’re forever in my heart. Why not let them into yours?

Here’s a snippet from the finale of Rannigan’s Redemption.

After work, Maggie stopped to pick up some more chicken soup.  She hated getting the same thing every day, but at least she knew Michael would eat it.  Yesterday, he’d had his last chemo appointment for this round.  She hoped that he’d be feeling a little better today.

As she let herself into his apartment she could hear baseball on the television and she felt a flash of annoyance.  Any time of the day or night, there’s always baseball.  Then she smiled to herself.  Baseball is only interesting if there’s a certain bayou boy involved.

Still smiling to herself as she rounded the corner into the living room, her gaze fell on Michael, and she stopped dead in her tracks. 

“Holy.  Fucking.  Shit.  Sean Michael Rannigan, what in the hell have you done?”

He grinned up at her.  “Hey, Mags!  I shaved.”  Michael was completely bald, his scalp pink and shiny in the afternoon sun that streamed in through the windows.  Speechless, she walked to him and smoothed her hand across the top of his head and down the back of it.

 “Why?  Why on earth would you do that?” she breathed as she sank beside him onto the sofa.

He looked down and she saw his jaw tighten.  “I woke up this morning and found loose hair on my pillow.  In the shower, it came out by the handful.”  He glanced back up at her.  “I just wanted…” he trailed off.  Maggie placed her hand on his arm.  “I just wanted to control something.  Since this whole thing started I haven’t had any control.”  He ran his hand over his head and grinned.  “Until now.  If I’m going to lose my hair, I’m going to lose all of it, and on my own terms.”

Maggie couldn’t help smiling.  “Well,” she said as she stood, “you have a very nice head.”  She leaned down and planted a light kiss right on top. 

“How are you feeling?” she asked as she headed into the kitchen.

“A little better, actually.  That soup smells good.”

She returned carrying a tray with his dinner.  “Glad to hear it.  Because guess what?  You will be joining us for Easter brunch on Sunday.”

“I don’t know, Mags.”  Michael shook his head doubtfully.  “Besides, you and Beau should enjoy it by yourselves.”

“Bobby is in Louisiana.  The ‘us’ to whom I refer means me, Ben and Nate, Rance and Jason, Kevin and whoever he’s bringing, and a few others.”

Michael looked doubtful.  “I’m not sure I’m up to going out.”

“You need to get out and get some fresh air, Michael.  You’ve been cooped up too long.  Take advantage of feeling better and come to brunch.  I’ll pick you up, and we can go together.”  She glanced at him sideways.  “You’d better find a hat, though.”

RANSOMING REDEMPTION by Pandora Spocks

RANSOMING REDEMPTION
is available at your favorite online bookseller.
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Weekend Excerpt–RUNNING ROGUE, Rannigan’s Redemption Book 2

With Maggie gone, Michael’s just running rogue.

At the end of RESISTING RISK, the first book of the Rannigan’s Redemption trilogy, high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and his associate (and recent lover) Maggie Flynn have gone their separate ways.

Left to their own devices, they’re each making questionable decisions, both professionally and personally. Michael has burned every bridge he ever crossed. Then he gets news that brings him to his knees.

Out of desperation, he turns to the only one who really understands him. Maggie is the one person still willing to give him the time of day, even after he worked her over like he’s done everyone else in his life. If only there was some way of giving back to her, maybe he could find…redemption.

Here’s a teaser from RUNNING ROGUE, Book 2 of Rannigan’s Redemption.

Maggie seemed nervous.  Bobby wondered if going along with Michael’s plan had been a good idea.  It seemed wrong to trick Maggie into having dinner with him.  He recognized the skittishness in her soul, probably because he had the same in his own. 

Somewhere along the way, someone hurt you, cher.  He could see it in her eyes.  And he knew that since the day he’d cleaned and bandaged her knee, he wanted, no he needed, to take care of Maggie.

He watched her settle on the huge leather couch and he sat beside her as they sipped their wine.  The only sound filling the huge room was the light jazz that played quietly.  Maggie fidgeted absently with the hem of her silver sequin skirt. 

“That’s a great skirt,” Bobby said.  “You look very pretty tonight.”  And she did.  But closer to the truth was that the skirt was maddenly short and combined with the clingy grey sweater that did nothing to camouflage her tight perky nipples, she was more than pretty.  She was sexy as hell.

She blushed furiously.  “I wasn’t sure what to wear.  I mean, Michael said…”  She stopped abruptly and looked up at him, eyes wide.  “Oh, I owe you such a huge apology!”

Bobby frowned at the unexpected turn in conversation.  “What do you mean?”

Maggie placed her wine on the coffee table and turned to face him.  “Yesterday at the hospital I said some amazingly stupid, ignorant things, and I want to apologize.” 

Bobby grinned as he recalled the conversation.  “I had no idea.  When we got back here last night, the first thing Michael did was turn on the television and there you were.  He told me that before you came to New York you played professional ball.” 

Maggie rolled her eyes.  “When I think of the stupid things I said…  Bobby, I am so sorry.”

He chuckled heartily.  “That was my favorite part of yesterday.  You don’t need to apologize for a thing.  You said exactly what you thought.”

“Yes, but I never would have said all those things if I’d known,” she gushed.  “You aren’t at all like the athletes I was talking about, by the way.  Maybe I’ve just had bad experiences.”

Bobby nodded, his blue eyes sparkling.  “That would be my guess,” he said quietly.

They chatted over the shrimp appetizers, making polite small talk.  While Maggie took the chicken out of the warmer and brought it to the table in the solarium, Bobby removed his jacket, placing it over the back of the couch, and refilled their wine. 

Out in the solarium he and Maggie sat across from each other at the elegantly set table, the candles and twinkling lights from the terrace bathing the room in a soft romantic glow.  They ate in silence for a few minutes appreciating the delicious dinner. 

Bobby was enjoying the dinner but nothing compared to simply watching Maggie.  She was so pretty in a completely unaffected way, almost as if she was unaware of her beauty.  He took in her petite frame with her delicious curves and wondered how she’d feel in his arms.  His gaze drifted to her pale pink lips and he ached to taste them.

Maggie glanced up to see Bobby smiling at her and her heart skipped a beat.  She felt herself flush and to cover for it she said, “I’m so sorry I didn’t know who you were.  I feel like a complete dumbass.”

Bobby used his napkin to dab at his mouth and he leaned back in his chair.  “I found it very refreshing, cher.  I come across a lot of women who meet me on purpose.  They’re interested in the famous ‘Beau’ Beaulieu.”  He made air quotes with his fingers.

Maggie frowned slightly.  “You told me your name is Bobby.”

“People started calling me Beau in high school.  It stuck through college and into the pros.  Only people who don’t know me call me that.  My family and close friends call me Bobby.”

She smiled at that revelation, happy to be in the minority.  He smiled back at her.  Maggie sipped her wine shyly. 

“Hell, even my ex-wife calls me Beau.  When she’s not calling me something less civilized.  Of course, we met at the stadium.  I should have known better,” he grinned sadly.

“You were married, then,” Maggie said.

Bobby nodded.  “Yep, I was for a few years.”  He sipped his wine.  “A marriage can’t really survive infidelity, at least in my experience.”

“Wow,” she said thoughtfully.  “I suppose that being on the road weeks at a time, tons of women throwing themselves at you…  That must present a lot of temptation.”

Amusement twinkled in his eyes.  “Is that what you think?  That I cheated on her?”  He laughed lightly.  “I came home off the road to find her in bed with the rookie we’d just drafted.”  He nodded at Maggie’s amazed look.  “Yep, she traded me in on a newer model.”

Maggie flushed deep red.  “Once again, I open my mouth and jump right in with both feet.  I am so terribly sorry for being such a sexist, for assuming…”  She shook her head.  “Please forgive me.”

“Your mouth is very endearing, cher,” he laughed.  “There’s no need to apologize, it was a natural assumption.  To be sure, in my younger days I took advantage of the chick buffet we found everywhere we went,” he smiled ruefully.

“Chick buffet?” Maggie laughed.

“Ah, yes, the veritable smorgasbord of warm and willing women who are attracted to guys who get in the papers every once in a while.  But when I married Deanna it was for keeps as far as I was concerned.”  He smiled sadly.  “She was in it until the next thing came along.”  Bobby sighed.

“I’m so sorry, Bobby,” Maggie said quietly.  “That must have been rough.”

“Yeah, my confidence took a real hit.  I don’t regret it though, being married.  My daughter is the light of my life.”

“Your daughter?” Maggie’s eyes widened.  Bobby has a kid?

Bobby watched her carefully.  “Is it a bad thing that I’m a dad?”

“No, of course not, it’s great.  It’s just…I never even thought about it,” Maggie shrugged.

“Would you like to see a picture?”

 “Yes, please,” she nodded.

Bobby took out his phone and scrolled for a moment.  “This is me and Savannah right before I left Arlington.  We went to the zoo.”  He passed the phone to Maggie and she saw Bobby with a smiling little girl with blonde hair and huge blue eyes.

She smiled too.  “She’s adorable.  Savannah?”  Bobby nodded.  “A beautiful name.  How old is she?”

He smiled proudly.  “Just turned five.  She’s a hot mess, is what she is.  That was a good day.”

Maggie passed back the phone.  “She has your eyes,” she observed quietly.

“How about you?” he asked.  “Any kids or former spouses?”

“None that I know of,” she quipped, laughing.  “Kids?  Not even close.  I was engaged briefly.”  Bobby watched a frown flit across her face.

“What happened?” he asked.

Maggie sighed.  “I realized I didn’t love him,” she said, glancing up at Bobby suddenly.  “It sounds bad, I know.  But I never did love him.”  She stalled, sipping her wine.  Bobby waited quietly for her to continue.  “He was…not very nice, actually.”

Bobby’s eyes narrowed.  “Did he hurt you, cher?”  He could feel his protective nature kicking into overdrive.

She shook her head.  “God, no, he never put a hand on me or anything.  He just…” she looked out into the night, “he said things that made me doubt myself.”  She looked at him, gauging whether to say more.  Bobby returned her gaze, his clear blue eyes filled with compassion.  “He said…not nice things,” her voice almost a whisper.

“Son of a bitch,” Bobby muttered under his breath.

“So you met his mother,” Maggie said to lighten the mood, and they both quietly laughed.

RUNNING ROGUE by Pandora Spocks

Rannigan’s Redemption is
RESISTING RISK
RUNNING ROGUE
RANSOMING REDEMPTION

It’s also available in one boxed set.
Treat yourself to epic contemporary romance today!

Weekend Excerpt–WIP Sneak Peek of ANNA’S HEART

Coming Soon!
ANNA’S HEART
Redheads & Ranchers Book 3

The first two books in my Redheads & Ranchers series, JENNY’S VOICE and HUNTER’S PRIDE are currently available at your favorite online bookseller. These days, I’m busy working on the third and final book of this collection of stand-alone contemporary steamy romance novels.

In ANNA’S HEART, Anna Graves works hard helping to run her family’s Wyoming dude ranch.  Still reeling from the tragic loss of her smokejumper fiancé in a horrific wildfire, she’s content to hide from the world as she teaches horseback riding lessons to tourists by day and reads smutty romance novels by night.

When world-famous Scottish actor Angus McGregor needs to brush up his cowboy skills in preparation for his starring role in a new Western, he heads to Sweetwater Ranch in the boondocks of Wyoming.  He’s immediately fascinated by Anna, who won’t give him the time of day.  Can he break down the self-protective wall she’s built?

In this brand-new (and unedited) teaser, you can meet Angus McGregor before Anna does.

“What the everloving fuck is this?”  Alanna’s shrill query sliced through the tranquil morning.  The aroma of Ethiopian arabica hung in the air as a sharp slapping sound against the marble countertop punctuated her question.

Standing at the kitchen sink and keeping his gaze on the rolling waves of the Pacific Ocean lapping at his own private stretch of sand below the house, Angus McGregor groaned inwardly, mentally counting to ten.  

“It’s an eviction notice,” replied calmly in his deep Scottish brogue.  “Says it at the top.”

“I see that,” Alanna hissed.  “But seriously, Angus, you’re throwing me out?”

Mug of coffee in hand, he turned slowly.  “Alanna, we broke up two months ago. I’ve let you stay here this long.  It’s time to move on.”  

She picked up the legal notice and waved it at him.  “Where am I supposed to go? Have you thought of that?”

“Have you thought of it?  You’ve had two months.  I don’t mean to be a hard-arse, seriously I don’t.  But I’m selling the house. You’ll have to find somewhere else to live.”

Alanna used her right hand to flip her long blonde hair over her shoulder.  “Can’t I stay until the house sells?”

“No, you can’t.  I’m leaving today for Wyoming.  I’ll be away for a month. You can stay here until the end of the week, but then you need to be out.  Douglas will change the locks at that time, and if you’re here after that, he’ll report you as a trespasser.”  

Angus pictured his Samoan head of personal security.  Douglas Matua was nicest person in the world, but at six-foot-nine and 300 pounds, he was a force to be reckoned with.  He’d definitely spared Angus from serious injury once or twice when overzealous fans tried to get too close.

Alanna rolled her huge blue eyes.  “You’re going to Wyoming for that stupid cowboy movie!”

How was it that he hadn’t noticed her annoyingly nasal New England accent when they’d first met?  He supposed he’d been dazzled by her beauty and by her fame. Say what you will about Alanna Powell, she was gorgeous and her filmography was impressive.  The pair had met on the set of a movie and had been tabloid gossip darlings ever since.  

But eventually, Angus had grown tired of her constant need to be the center of attention.  For Alanna, the term high maintenance was merely a starting point.  Beneath her highly polished exterior, she was selfish and demanding.  Angus soon found her exhausting.  

He thought back to they’d first met.  While he’d been a successful actor for several years, in the back of his mind, he still felt like that grubby boy who’d grown up on the streets of Glasgow.  Winning the attention of a beautiful starlet like Alanna Powell had felt like winning the lottery, but he’d always had the nagging thought that one day, he’d be discovered as a pretender, a fake and a fraud.  She cast a big shadow, too. Often, he felt more like Alanna’s accessory than a serious actor in his own right.

When Alanna had insisted that they become engaged six months earlier, Angus had gone along with the idea, maybe more to pacify her than for reasons of romantic love.  He’d dutifully purchased the ring she’d demanded, shelling out more than a million dollars for the huge diamond solitaire. Price wasn’t an issue, really. His last role in a blockbuster superhero movie had earned him fifteen million, and there were many more films in the offing.

But as Alanna morphed from annoying girlfriend to bridezilla fiancee, Angus realized he couldn’t see spending the rest of his life with her.  As gently as possible, he’d broken off the engagement four months later, agreeing to allow her to stay in his Malibu beach house until she found a place of her own.  

In the kitchen overlooking the beach, Angus drew a deep breath against the barb she’d known would hit its mark.  After ten years in Hollywood, he finally had the opportunity to advance his career with the chance to direct a western he’d optioned from a novel he’d fallen in love with.  

This was his chance to be either highly successful or to fail in a most spectacular way.  And now more than ever, he was determined to make the best film he possibly could.

“Yes, Alanna, the western.  I’m spending the month at a ranch in Wyoming to learn the basics of riding and that.”

Alanna snorted derisively.  “You’re kicking me out of the house and running off to play cowboy.  Directing is harder than you think, you know.” She arched a knowing eyebrow.

“I won’t discuss it any further, Alanna.  You have until the end of the week.”

Carrying his cup of coffee, he headed out of the kitchen.

“You can’t have the engagement ring back,” she called after him.

He turned to see her waving her left hand mockingly.

“I don’t want it,” he shrugged.  “Wear it in good health.” With that, he headed upstairs to pack.

ANNA’S HEART by Pandora Spocks

ANNA’S HEART is due out this spring.
In the meantime,
JENNY’S VOICE and HUNTER’S PRIDE
are available now!

Weekend Excerpt–Better Than Staring at His Package

He’s just a guest, like any other visitor to Sweetwater Ranch.
No way will Anna fall for the famous Angus McGregor.

There was a buzz of excitement when world-famous actor Angus McGregor made a month-long reservation at Anna Graves’ family business, the Sweetwater Guest Ranch in Wyoming. Her sister-in-law can barely contain herself.

But Anna’s heart was broken years before, and she’s not about to let the handsome red-haired Scottish actor turn her head. She’ll just go about her business, and soon enough, he’ll go back to his.

Angus McGregor is taking on the challenge of his career. He’s risking everything to produce, direct, and star in a western film that will either establish him as a major force in Hollywood, or reduce him to a laughing stock. But first, he needs to learn to ride a horse.

Anna intrigues him from the moment they meet, but he’s fresh off heels of his own romantic disaster. He’s determined to keep his head down and focus on putting together the best film he can. Too bad he can’t stop thinking about Anna…

Here’s a little (unedited) teaser from ANNA’S HEART.

As the last of the stragglers left the dining room, Anna left her mother and Simone to finish breakfast cleanup. A huge stockpot of hearty beef stew simmering on the stove would be ready for lunch in a few hours. Simone and Mrs. Graves would eventually make their way upstairs to join Lana in freshening up the handful of guestrooms located in the main lodge.

Anna would see to the cabins by herself, a job she’d insisted on as Simone and her baby bump had grown more and more unwieldy. Sweetwater Ranch wasn’t a hotel, really, so the day-to-day housekeeping was fairly light. While fresh sheets were available upon request, staff didn’t make beds or change the sheets on a daily basis.

On the other hand, between riding horses, working with cattle, and practicing outdoors skills, guests tended to get grubby as they participated in ranch activities, so daily fresh towels were a must. Anna also preferred to spot-clean the bathrooms and kitchens, straighten anything out of place, and remove the trash each day.

It was definitely easier when she split the duties with Simone, but over the past few months, Anna had worked out a routine that allowed her to finish her housekeeping duties in about an hour. And that left her plenty of time to make sure she was ready for her afternoon riding session before she headed back to the kitchen to help with lunch.

As usual, she started with Cabin 1 and worked her way back. The first five cabins, the newest of the bunch, were nearly always occupied for every session, summer and winter alike. When they had a larger-than-normal group of guests, the older cabins were used, beginning with number 6.

She herself occupied number 7, then numbers 8 and 9 were available to guests. Ross lived alone in Cabin 10. Andy and Simone had an apartment on the top floor of the main lodge, while Anna’s parents remained in the family quarters just off the lodge kitchen. It was where Anna and her brothers had grown up, and their father before them.

The newer cabins had been built when Anna was in high school. They were nicer than the older ones, but they were smaller. As she drove the golf cart from Cabin 5 to Cabin 6, she wondered what movie star Angus McGregor thought of his rustic accommodations. On the one hand, his cabin was larger than the others. But on the other hand, it was older. The amenities weren’t as new and the bathroom and kitchen hadn’t been updated.

Fresh towels folded over her arm, Anna snorted as she walked up the front steps of Cabin 6. Angus McGregor, cooking for himself in the little cabin kitchen!

Right! I’m still surprised he deigns to show up at mealtime, she thought to herself. Figured he’d call the front desk expecting room service.

Pausing at the door, she knocked lightly. “Housekeeping!”

She knew that at that time of the morning, he was in Andy’s riding group. It was why she did these chores right after breakfast. Everyone had someplace to be, and it was a rare instance when someone was actually in their cabin.

Still, it was better to be on the safe side. She knocked again, then unlocked the door and let herself in. A quick scan showed the open living room/kitchen combination to be neat and tidy, save for a bunch of index cards spread all over the kitchen table.

She craned her neck to look at them briefly as she made her way to the kitchen trash can. Quickly, she removed the bag and replaced it with a fresh one, placing the old bag beside the front door. Everything else in the kitchen looked in order so she carried the fresh towels down the short hallway to the bathroom. Still envisioning the famous actor trying to cook something on the older-model gas stove, she smirked as she opened the bathroom door.

Clouds of steam rolled over her as a very naked Angus McGregor, towel in hand, froze stock-still.

“Anna?” Eyes wide, he moved the towel down to his waist, but not before Anna got an eyeful of a most impressive cock.

“Holy shit!” she gasped, stumbling backward into the hallway wall.

As she turned and rushed down the hallway, she heard his bare feet padding along behind her.

“I’m so sorry,” she offered without bothering to turn around. “You’re supposed to be riding right now.”

“Aye, about that,” he answered, “I switched to a different session.”

“I knocked, I swear I did.” Clutching the towels, she still faced the door. “I didn’t mean to just barge in on you.”

“I’m just back from a run. I didn’t hear ye over the shower. Anna?” His tone was soft.

Slowly, she turned around, willing her eyes to stay away from the bulge beneath the towel around his waist. She allowed her gaze to skim up his rippled abs to his muscular chest and wide shoulders. Water still dripped from his hair and he swiped a hand across his face.

Oh, yeah, that’s definitely better than staring at his package.

“It’s okay, really. Just a miscommunication is all. No worries.”

Utterly humiliated, Anna nodded mutely and turned back toward the door.

“Anna? Can I have the fresh towels?”

She rolled her eyes and turned back, handing over the towels. “Oh, yeah, of course. I just…well, I usually exchange them for the old towels.”

“Do ye want this one?” His grin was wry.

“No! Holy shit, no keep that on,” she squeezed her eyes shut and waved her hand. “I’ll get it tomorrow.”

She opened the door and let herself out onto the cabin’s covered porch, then stopped.

“Wait a second! You switched to what different riding session?” Turning back around, she placed her hands on her hips.

Lips pursed as though he were suppressing another grin, he leaned his shoulder on the doorway. “I’ve never ridden a horse before. I requested tae be placed in the Beginners’ group.”

“But that’s my group.”

“So I was told. I didn’t think ye’d mind.”

Anna worked her mouth, unable to come up with the proper words.

Blue eyes sparkling, he watched as though to see what she’d come up with.

Finally, her articulation skills gained traction. “But it’s a kids’ group. They’re all kids.”

He nodded. “Aye, I was told that, too. And they’re beginners, just like me.” He tilted his head thoughtfully. “If ye don’t want me in the group, just say so.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just…” Anna’s heart pounded and she felt her head spinning. She willed herself to be anywhere except where she was. “Fine. It’s just fine. If you don’t mind riding with the kids, I’m sure they won’t mind.”

She hurried down the steps and got into the golf cart. “Well, again, sorry for…” She trailed off, feeling sheepish. The amusement sparkling in his eyes didn’t help at all.

“I’ll see ye at lunch,” Angus said, chuckling.

“See you,” Anna nodded, pressing the accelerator and speeding off down the trail.

ANNA’S HEART by Pandora Spocks

ANNA’S HEART is due out in early 2020.
Until then, why not get acquainted with the first two
Redheads & Ranchers books?
JENNY’S VOICE and HUNTER’S PRIDE
are available at your favorite online bookseller.