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  The pastor’s daughter…and the bad boy!

  Melanie Knowles is the Good Girl of Blackfoot Falls—pastor’s daughter, teacher, animal shelter volunteer and upstanding member of the community. And Good Girls are never naughty. Ever. But Melanie is in serious trouble…because Lucas Sloan’s wicked blue eyes and deliciously hard body could turn this saint into a very satisfied sinner!

  Lucas just wanted the Safe Haven animal shelter to help out with the Wild Horse Training Program. Getting hot for teacher was not part of the plan. The magnetism between them is intense, fierce and irresistible. But Lucas has secrets—and if Blackfoot Falls ever finds out, his sexy little trysts with the town sweetheart will ruin Melanie’s golden reputation forever….

  You’ll never get enough of these cowboys!

  Talented Harlequin Blaze author Debbie Rawlins keeps the cowboys coming with her popular miniseries

  Made in Montana

  The little town of Blackfoot Falls

  isn’t so sleepy anymore….

  In fact, it seems everyone’s staying up late!

  Get your hands on a hot cowboy with

  #789 Alone with You

  (March 2014)

  #801 Need You Now

  (June 2014)

  #812 Behind Closed Doors

  (September 2014)

  And remember,

  the sexiest cowboys are Made in Montana!

  Dear Reader,

  Here we are, eight books into the Made in Montana series. I must confess, I’m surprised to still be here in Blackfoot Falls. When I started the series I assumed I’d write six books and that would be it. Then I would come up with another theme or setting, and maybe even concentrate on urban books for a while. Turns out I love Westerns, cowboys and Montana way too much. I can’t seem to leave. And thanks to so many of you readers who share my enthusiasm, I get to stay in Big Sky Country a bit longer.

  Some of you have met the heroine, Melanie Knowles, in book five, No One Needs To Know. She’s the high school teacher, who also volunteers at Safe Haven Large Animal Sanctuary along with her students. She wasn’t on the page much and it hadn’t occurred to me to make her a future heroine. But a few months later I happened to read an article about the Wild Horse Training Program and I instantly thought of Melanie. She’d fight for such a cause, no matter how unpopular it might be among the townspeople who hold her up to higher standards than most. Sexy, enigmatic Lucas Sloan is also a hundred percent behind the program, but when he comes to town he throws Melanie so far off course she may never find her way back.

  These two characters quickly became favorites of mine. I hope you enjoy them, too.

  All my best,

  Debbi Rawlins

  NEED YOU

  NOW

  Debbi Rawlins

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Debbi Rawlins grew up in the country with no fast-food drive-throughs or nearby neighbors, so one might think as a kid she’d be dazzled by the bright lights of the city, the allure of the unfamiliar. Not so. She loved Westerns in movies and books, and her first crush was on a cowboy—okay, he was an actor in the role of a cowboy, but she was only eleven, so it counts. It was in Houston, Texas, where she first started writing for Harlequin, and now, more than fifty books later, she has her own ranch…of sorts. Instead of horses, she has four dogs, five cats, a trio of goats and free-range cattle keeping her on her toes on a few acres in gorgeous rural Utah. And of course, the deer and elk are always welcome.

  Books by Debbi Rawlins

  HARLEQUIN BLAZE

  455—ONCE AN OUTLAW****

  467—ONCE A REBEL****

  491—TEXAS HEAT

  509—TEXAS BLAZE

  528—LONE STAR LOVER****

  603—SECOND TIME LUCKY^

  609—DELICIOUS DO-OVER^

  632—EXTRA INNINGS

  701—BAREFOOT BLUE JEAN NIGHT‡

  713—OWN THE NIGHT~

  725—ON A SNOWY CHRISTMAS NIGHT‡

  736—YOU’RE STILL THE ONE‡

  744—NO ONE NEEDS TO KNOW‡

  753—FROM THIS MOMENT ON‡

  789—ALONE WITH YOU‡

  ****Stolen from Time

  ^Spring Break

  ‡Made in Montana

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Excerpt

  1

  MELANIE KNOWLES ENTERED Safe Haven’s cheery new office and sighed at the stack of papers sitting on the old desk. Well, no one said running a large-animal sanctuary would be easy. Though the next time someone asked for a volunteer, she’d at least stop and think for two seconds before jumping in with both feet. It would take half the evening to order more feed and cross-reference invoices, another three hours to grade her junior English class essays, and she still had to proofread her father’s sermon before Sunday.

  Oh, she doubted she’d find a single typo, much less a grammatical error, but her father insisted she have a look. Just as she’d done every week since her freshman year in college. That was ten years ago and so far she’d found only two misspelled words. No one could ever accuse him of not striving for perfection. He’d argue the point if she mentioned it. Not that she would. She’d always been a good girl, the perfect pastor’s daughter. That was why she was living in the same small Montana town she’d grown up in and teaching at the same school she’d attended.

  She made sure her jeans weren’t too filthy, then sank into the new leather chair. So many changes had been made lately, all thanks to the generosity of the sanctuary’s former director and her new husband. Annie and Tucker lived outside of Dallas but Annie still kept close tabs on Safe Haven. She probably felt guilty about leaving before her position had been filled. But Melanie honestly didn’t mind temporarily sharing the responsibility with Shea, another volunteer, who also headed the board.

  With all the new construction over the past few months, the job had been overwhelming at times. Thanks to funds from Tucker’s charitable foundation, Safe Haven now had a new quarantine stable, a bigger barn, completely stocked medicine cabinets, a new irrigation system, equipment that actually worked and an almost-finished three-bedroom cabin for the next director. The list of improvements went on, but the bottom line was, so many more animals were being saved.

  Someone knocked just before the door opened. One of her students hovered in the doorway. “Come on in, Susie.” Melanie smiled at her. Susie stepped inside, her gaze sweeping the clean white walls and small galley kitchenette. “Wow, it’s nice in here. You even have a window.”

  “What a difference, huh?” She’d opened the blinds earlier, giving her a view of the west corral, which held a pair of abandoned roan geldings that had arrived yesterday. In the distance she could see the Rockies. “They finished last week.”

  “Shoot. I wanted to help you paint.”

  “You can still help me put up the volunteer board and feeding schedule. Some posters would be nice, too, don’t you think?”

  Susie nodded, already distracted by the two roans outside. She reminded Melanie of herself at that age, smaller than
anyone else in her junior class, quiet, a bit on the shy side, always eager to please. Another similarity was Susie’s strong affection for animals. When Melanie had come up with the idea of having her students volunteer at Safe Haven, she hadn’t been surprised that Susie’s hand had shot up first.

  The other kids had shown enthusiasm—whether to get out of the classroom or because they genuinely wanted to help was anyone’s guess. But the project had progressed nicely to three afternoons a week and covered everything from lessons on money management to animal husbandry. Now the kids even received academic credits. Melanie had David Mills to thank for that. She just wished the new principal would stop asking her to coffee or lunch.

  He always made a point of mentioning an upcoming school event or the program’s progress, but his interest wasn’t purely professional. Melanie may have led a sheltered life, but she wasn’t stupid. And she’d never date her boss, even if she were attracted to him, which she wasn’t. David was nice enough, probably too nice. At least for her. Wouldn’t her father’s congregation be shocked to know she secretly harbored a thing for bad boys?

  Well, not crazy bad, just wild enough to bend the rules, someone who could kiss her senseless and not give a crap that her father was Pastor Ray. In high school she’d had huge crushes on two of the McAllister brothers. But guys like them had never given her a second look.

  “Ms. Knowles?” Susie turned away from the window. “May I bring apples for the new roans? I hate seeing their ribs.”

  “They’ll fill out soon. Doc Yardley thinks they’re in fairly good shape.” Melanie glanced at her wristwatch. “We have to leave in ten minutes. Have all the animals been watered?”

  “I think so.” Susie pushed the thick dark hair away from her face. “Are you coming back after you drop us off?”

  “Probably.” Getting to her feet, Melanie eyed the invoices, wondering if she should take them with her instead of making the thirty-minute round-trip later. Her gaze caught on the day planner she and Shea shared, and she groaned.

  “What?” Susie moved closer. “Is something wrong?”

  Melanie shook her head. “I forgot I have an appointment later.” She massaged her left temple. Shea had agreed to meet with a representative from the Wild Horse Training Program. Unexpectedly, she’d had to fly to California for her job, so that left Melanie. “Susie, would you please make sure everyone is at the bus in five minutes?” she said, picking up the day planner and squinting at the name Shea had scribbled. The woman was brilliant when it came to computers but she had the worst handwriting.

  “Sure, Ms. Knowles.”

  By the time Susie closed the door behind her, Melanie had decided the man’s first name was Lucas. She gave up trying to decipher what came after that and set the planner aside. No doubt Shea had noted the meeting on the computer, but there was no time to boot up. Lucas could introduce himself. She patted her pocket, remembered she’d left the keys in the bus, glanced at the schedule board, then went outside. Kathy, a longtime volunteer, was coming out of the barn and pulling off her work gloves. She and her husband were the most dedicated of all the volunteers. They worked long and hard, and everyone had hoped they would take over from Annie, but Kathy wanted to move closer to her grandbabies.

  “You taking the kids back to school now?” Kathy brought her hand up to shade her eyes. At 3:00 the September sun was still bright and warm.

  Melanie nodded. “I’ll be back by five.”

  “Levi’s at the dentist but he’s coming to help me dispense meds. No need for you to be here, too.”

  “Tell you the truth, I wouldn’t mind getting home early for a change but I have to come back.” She saw Brandon, the class troublemaker, threaten two girls with the hose spray, and she motioned for him to knock it off. “Shea made an appointment with someone from Prison Reform Now. It’s an activist group out of Denver. They want to talk to us about fostering mustangs for the Wild Horse Training Program. Have you heard of it?”

  “I think so.” Kathy turned and saw Brandon still messing around. “That kid keeps annoying Nell, and he’ll end up getting kicked in his behind. He sure rubs that mare the wrong way.”

  “Oh, well, that wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen, now, would it?” She smiled, and Kathy laughed.

  “You have an evil streak in you, Melanie Knowles, and I for one am glad for it. Lord knows these kids nowadays need a firm hand.” She turned away from Brandon. “The Wild Horse Training Program... It’s big in Wyoming and Nevada prison farms, isn’t it? The inmates do the training.”

  “Yes, that’s my understanding. Guess I should do some reading before I meet with him.” She looked at her watch. Not much time for her to do anything but get the kids back to school, load her briefcase and take a quick shower. She hoped this Lucas knew there was no motel in town. The closest place for him to stay was Kalispell. “Come on, everyone. We have to go.”

  “I’ll go chase out any loiterers in the stable,” Kathy said, already charging in that direction. At sixty, she was small and wiry and didn’t take guff from anyone.

  Melanie should learn from her. One thing she sure could use was tips on how to say no. The bus doors were open, but only Susie sat inside, right behind the driver’s seat, staring out the window at the roans. The image tugged at Melanie’s heart. High school had been a lonely period in her own life. Friends she’d had in elementary school had decided it wasn’t cool to hang out with the minister’s daughter. Books and animals had been her escape.

  Susie’s face brightened when she saw Melanie board. “I told everyone we had to go.” She shrugged her narrow shoulders. “I hope they were listening.”

  “Well, they’d better have been or else they’ll find themselves busy studying for an extra quiz.”

  The girl grinned and looked out the opposite window. A group coming from the stable was headed toward them.

  “Everyone here?” Melanie asked once the kids had finished jockeying for seats. Despite the chorus of yeses, she did a quick head count in the rearview mirror as she started the engine.

  Another recent improvement was the extended parking lot. Before the pad was paved, the gravel had scattered so thin the summer dust rose thick enough to choke the horses. She slowly reversed the small bus, swinging wide to the left. A loud pop startled her and she briefly lost control of the steering wheel. The bus lurched to the side, and she heard the kids’ surprised yelps.

  She tightened her grip on the wheel but the bus seemed to have a mind of its own. She scrambled for the brake and engaged it with all her strength. At the sickening clang of metal hitting metal, she jerked a look in the side mirror and saw the black truck she’d just hit. The bus had finally stopped, but her pounding heart nearly drowned out the kids’ excited murmurs.

  They all rushed to the back window, crawling over each other to see the damage.

  “Please, everyone, be quiet and take your seats.” Melanie hesitated before opening the door. She pretended to wait for the kids to obey but mostly she was trying to stop shaking. “Now,” she said in a sterner voice, and they finally sat back down, still straining to watch the man slide out of the truck.

  He was tall, wore his dark hair close-cropped, but he was far from clean-cut. At least three days’ worth of stubble covered his jaw. Very calmly he walked around to the hood of his vehicle and assessed the damage.

  Melanie sucked in a fortifying breath, then climbed out. She paused to stick her head back in the bus. “Everyone stay here. Understand?”

  She got a few nods. Unfortunately, they came from the kids who didn’t worry her. Dragging her clammy palms down the front of her jeans, she rounded the rear of the bus.

  The man glanced up. He had blue eyes. Really blue. The kind of blue that made her forget what she was going to say. Then he smiled. She knew her mouth was open and she’d better think of something fast.

  R
ubbing a hand over his short hair, he turned to the bus’s bumper. “Could’ve been worse.”

  “I’m so sorry,” she murmured. “I don’t know what happened.”

  “Right there.” He gestured with his dimpled chin.

  Her gaze followed his to the rear left tire. “Oh. A flat? I should’ve felt that before I even started the engine.”

  “No, it blew out while you were reversing.” He glanced at the curious faces pressed against the back window. “Good thing you weren’t on the highway,” he said and crouched down for a better look, frowning at the other tire. “This happen often?”

  “I don’t think so, but I’m not the regular driver. I’m their teacher. I only use the bus three times a week to bring them here.”

  Squinting against the sun’s glare, he gave her another look.

  “Are you Melanie Knowles?”

  “Yes.” It didn’t register at first, and then her insides did a little tap dance. “Are you from Prison Reform Now?”

  “Lucas Sloan,” he said, pushing up and offering his hand. “I’m early.”

  Thank goodness she had the presence of mind to wipe her damp palms on her jeans again. His hand dwarfed hers, the skin rough and calloused like that of most of the men who worked the ranches in the area. But she couldn’t recall a man’s handshake ever sending a jolt of electricity up her arm. Had to be his eyes. Staring into them was dangerous. She’d lost track of the conversation.

  She recovered quickly, and they both let go at the same time. “How’s your truck?” She moved away to check his bumper. It wasn’t as horrifying as she’d expected. “The school has insurance. Of course, we’ll take care of it.”

  “I’m not worried. We’ll let the insurance companies duke it out.” He smiled, his teeth so white against his tanned face. “Let’s focus on getting you back on the road with these kids. I assume you have a jack and spare.”

  “I hope so. We should.” She paused for a moment, pretty sure she’d seen something of that nature behind the last row of seats. She turned to go have a look, then realized she was being rude. Melanie glanced over her shoulder to tell him that...