From This Moment On

  He’s one cowboy she can’t resist

  Cowboy and lady-magnet Trace McAllister has a problem...and she’s petite, with almond-shaped eyes and a body that makes his libido beg for mercy. Sure, the Sundance Dude Ranch has attracted a bevy of gorgeous townie women. But not one draws him in like sexy little Nikki Flores.

  Nikki isn’t looking to play games with some good-lookin’ charmer of a cowboy. She knows better—or should. Besides, she’s in Blackfoot Falls only long enough to figure out her next move. And the last thing she needs is to get tied down…or tied up!

  But all they need is one moment—the moment when temptation takes over....

  Still can’t get enough cowboys?

  Popular Harlequin Blaze author

  Debbi Rawlins keeps readers in the saddle with her continuing miniseries

  Made in Montana

  Since the McAllisters opened a dude ranch catering to single women,

  the sleepy town of Blackfoot Falls

  has gotten a lot more interesting.…

  Get your hands on a hot cowboy with

  #701 Barefoot Blue Jean Night

  (August 2012)

  #713 Own the Night

  (October 2012)

  #725 On a Snowy Christmas Night

  (December 2012)

  #736 You’re Still the One

  (February 2013)

  #744 No One Needs to Know

  (April 2013)

  #753 From This Moment On

  (June 2013)

  And remember,

  the sexiest cowboys are Made in Montana!

  Dear Reader,

  It’s been a wild year for the McAllister family of the Sundance Ranch. For generations McAllister men and women worked the land, raised prime beef and faced obstacles with grit and resilience. So when the economy took a nasty turn, giving up wasn’t an option. Even if it meant opening their doors to paying customers.

  When Rachel, the only daughter, came up with the dude ranch idea, her three brothers were less than thrilled. After all, they were rugged cowboys all the way down to the toes of their boots, and proud of it. But bringing in steady money meant no layoffs. Little did they know Rachel would post pictures of her hot brothers on the dude ranch website and attract more eager single women than she could accommodate. One by one, the mighty McAllister boys fell under love’s spell, until only Trace was left.…

  This is his story. He’s the youngest of the brothers and the one I thought would be the most difficult to write. Good thing the perfect woman for him showed up. Sure, Trace is one of those guys who could charm the pants off a gal without breaking a sweat, yet he’s no match for street-smart city girl Nikki Flores.

  I hope you are all enjoying summer. I kind of wish I was spending it in Montana.

  Regards,

  Debbi Rawlins

  From This Moment On

  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

  417—ALL OR NOTHING

  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§

  ††Stolen from Time

  ‡Spring Break

  §Made in Montana

  To get the inside scoop on Harlequin Blaze and its talented writers, be sure to check out blazeauthors.com.

  This book is for my editor, Laura Barth,

  who launched the Made in Montana series with me and kept me on a steady course even when I wanted to scream and hide. Thank you for your patience and guidance. Good luck in your new position!

  And for Brenda Chin…

  thought you were rid of me, huh? Nice try.

  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

  “YOU HIT THAT YET?”

  Trace McAllister didn’t wait to watch the six ball sink into the corner pocket. He stepped back from the pool table, and with a bad feeling he knew who Sam meant, turned to follow his gaze.

  Of course it was Nikki.

  After delivering a pitcher of beer to the men waiting their turn to play, she was walking toward the bar. The close-fitting pink T-shirt tucked into her tight worn jeans showed off her small waist and curvy hips. She’d left her shiny dark hair loose tonight, falling halfway down her back. Hard for a man not to take a second, even a third look. Trace understood, but making a remark like that...

  Nope. No way he’d let it slide.

  The Watering Hole was crowded for a Thursday, though it was warm even for June, and every cowboy in the place had either a frosty mug of beer or a bottle in his hand. Two of the handful of Sundance guests, a pair of blondes whose names Trace couldn’t recall, hovered near the end of the bar talking to a wrangler from the Double R. A tall brunette in a short skirt leaned over the jukebox, studying the selections.

  So just to make sure he wasn’t getting worked up for nothing, Trace asked, “You don’t mean Nikki...”

  “Hell, yeah. Look at her.” Sam tipped back his beer bottle, draining it while his eyes stayed on Nikki’s rear end. He wiped the back of his arm across his mouth. “That’s what you call U.S.A. prime. Give it to me straight, McAllister. You do her yet, or what?”

  “Are you serious?” Another remark and Trace wouldn’t be able to hang on to his temper. He didn’t know Sam all that well. He worked as a hired hand at the Circle K and had a reputation for being popular with the ladies, not so much their fathers. Trace had done his share of getting around, but he knew how to be respectful and discreet. “You know she’s Matt Gunderson’s sister.”

  “So?”

  “So lay off.” Instead of lining up his next shot, Trace looked Sam dead in the eye. “That’s not a suggestion.”

  Sam leaned against the wall, chalking the tip of his pool cue, and giving Trace an amused look that aggravated him further. “Must be nice to have a rich family and the second biggest ranch around. Guess you figure that entitles you to speak down to the rest of us.”

  If he wasn’t so pissed, Trace would’ve laughed. Man, Sam had it wrong. The Sundance had once been a nice spread, still was, with over three-thousand acres of choice land and a nice healthy herd. But they hadn’t escaped fallout from the economic downturn. Most folks around Black
foot Falls knew the McAllisters had converted part of the Sundance to a dude ranch in order to weather the storm. But then Sam wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

  “Look, Sam, I’ve enjoyed shooting pool with you this week. And I don’t wanna have to butt heads with you, but if you make another remark about Nikki, you and I are gonna have a big problem.”

  A short stocky kid who worked at the Lone Wolf moved closer to the far wall. Another guy left the back room. Trace had to motion for Lucas and Josh, two Sundance hands who looked as if they were itching to jump in, to stay out of it. Sadie owned the bar, and she had zero tolerance for fighting and foolish men in general.

  “I knew you had it bad for her.” Sam abruptly moved his hand. Trace tensed, ready to block a punch, but Sam only shoved his fingers through his long blond hair and grinned. “I wondered why you been coming to town to play when I heard you got a real nice table out at the Sundance.”

  Trace kept his face blank. Nikki had returned to Montana three weeks ago and had started at the bar a week later. He knew people were bound to put two and two together but most of the guys wouldn’t say anything. Except for Sam, the pain in the ass.

  “Admit it, McAllister, and I’ll back off. Let you have her all to yourself.”

  That made Trace smile. The guy was dreaming if he thought he could get anywhere near her. Maybe he should let Sam find out what Nikki would do to a hound dog like him. The woman was small and beautiful, but she was tough. Get her mad enough and she had a mouth that could make a sailor blush. She also knew how to swing a two-by-four. Trace had seen it for himself.

  “What the hell you grinning at?” Frowning, Sam glanced around, saw that the boys from the Sundance hadn’t made a move. He seemed to relax and said, “You don’t stake your claim, then I’m gonna have me a taste of that honey.”

  Trace really wanted to plant a fist in his face but he saw Nikki coming toward the back. No time to smooth things over, and he sure didn’t want to start a fight, not in here. Sadie would probably ban him from the place. Knowing he was taking a risk, he waited until Nikki reached them, then he leaned his cue against the wall. What the hell...he could keep a straight face and the odds were in his favor.

  “Go ahead, tell her what you just said.” Trace folded his arms across his chest and smiled a little, just enough to make Sam second-guess himself.

  He squinted at Trace, trying to gauge whether he was bluffing or really did know something Sam didn’t. The fact was, since his sister and Nikki’s brother had gotten cozy, Trace knew Nikki better than anyone in the bar, which wasn’t saying much, but made for a hell of a bluff.

  “What?” Nikki held her empty tray against her hip and looked expectantly at Sam. “You wanted something?”

  He shot her a glance but didn’t answer. The other hands were still hanging around, waiting to see Sam turn tail. They all knew him, and had probably arrived at the same conclusion as Trace. Sam couldn’t afford to bring on Sadie’s wrath. The Watering Hole was his hunting ground. He’d already gone through the eligible local women, been threatened with an angry father’s shotgun—twice—so that left him with the Sundance guests. And this was the best place to meet the new batch of single women who checked in each week.

  “I don’t have all night, Sam,” Nikki said, impatience flashing in her brown eyes.

  They looked darker in the dim bar lighting. Normally, if he looked closely, Trace could see gold flecks. That is, when he wasn’t fascinated by the shape of her wide generous mouth. He liked the way her lips turned up slightly at the corners.

  “Another beer,” Sam said, moving closer to her, and when her eyes narrowed in warning, he stopped and set his empty bottle on her tray. “Please, darlin’.”

  “I hope you’re not driving.” Her gaze slid over the front of his Western-cut shirt to the sloppy untucked hem. “Are you?”

  “Ah, you worried about me?”

  “No,” she said with a short laugh. “I don’t want you running into anyone.”

  Trace smiled. The other guys chuckled.

  Sam had to be about six-one because Trace was only taller by an inch or so. And Nikki was on the petite side, maybe five-four. So when Sam leaned toward her, it was hard to guess his intention, but he was asking for trouble no matter what he had in mind.

  She tensed, and so did Trace.

  Sam whispered something in her ear, then slowly drew back, a stupid grin on his face.

  Nikki shook her head. “You keep on dreaming,” she said in a dry tone. “See how that works out for you.” She turned to Josh and Lucas. “Y’all want another beer?”

  Her slight Southern drawl came out when she was irritated or excited or caught off guard. Trace didn’t have to guess at how she was feeling right now. She didn’t care for Sam, which seemed hard for the idiot to believe so he’d continued to make a jackass out of himself.

  Trace watched her finish taking drink orders, collect empties and then start to leave. “What about me?”

  She arched her brows at him. “What about you?”

  “I need another beer.”

  “You still have half a bottle left.”

  “It’s warm.”

  Eyeing him with suspicion, she made room on her tray as he walked over to give her the bottle. “You do this all the time.”

  “Do what?” He reached for his Stetson before he remembered it wasn’t sitting on his head but on a wall peg in the corner. To cover the gaffe, he plowed his fingers through his hair. It was too long, hugging the back of his neck and curling at his collar.

  “Tell you what,” Nikki said, her gaze fixed on his hand before slowly moving to his face. “Switch to tap. I’ll give you half a mug at a time and ask Sadie to charge you for a kiddie portion.”

  Sam laughed, and so did the rest of the guys. But Trace didn’t care. Nikki hadn’t looked at any of them the way she’d just looked at him. The heat had lasted only a moment. If he’d blinked he would’ve missed the flicker of awareness in her eyes, the brief parting of her lips as she tipped her head back to meet his gaze.

  “I’ll stick to bottles, and don’t worry about me leaving some behind.” He leaned in just like Sam had and whispered so only she could hear, “I do have to drive.”

  She reared back and looked at him as if he’d lost his mind, then let out a startled laugh. “Maybe I should cut you off now.”

  Better she thought he was being weird or tipsy than figure out he was trying to outdo Sam. Everyone was quiet, stepping aside to clear a path for her, though any minute Josh and the other hands were gonna bust from curiosity. Same with Sam, even if he was trying to appear cool.

  Fighting a smile and shaking her head, Nikki left to fill their orders. He wished she’d laid one of her rare but dazzling smiles on him. He could’ve gotten a lot of mileage out of that, but Trace figured her answer was vague enough that he’d be able to mess with Sam a while longer.

  Already Trace was paying for his mischief. She was halfway across the bar yet he could still smell her. Just like her sexy almond-shaped eyes and lightly golden skin, her scent was exotic, kind of mysterious. It seemed to cling to his shirt, the walls, the air around him. No wonder his pool game had been crap lately. His concentration was shot. Sure didn’t help that he couldn’t seem to drag his gaze away from the sway of her hips.

  He’d finally convinced himself to return to the game when he saw a Sundance guest call Nikki over to her table. The woman’s name was Karina, which he hadn’t known until tonight, and only because she’d been hanging around the pool room earlier. She’d arrived yesterday and was blonde like so many of the guests, but easy to distinguish since she towered over all of them.

  She wasn’t just tall, but close to six feet kind of tall. Behind her back Sam called her The Amazon, but mainly, Trace suspected, because he’d made a play for her and she hadn’t been interested. Trace liked her fine. It was refreshing to have a guest who actually wanted to watch a game of pool and not breathe down a guy’s neck.

  Nobody in
the family had wanted to go the dude ranch route. Both his brothers had hated the idea. They were all cattlemen, just like every McAllister man before them. Swallowing their pride left a bitter taste, though Cole and Jesse got off easier than him.

  Cole ran the cattle operation. He’d barely turned twenty-one when the reins were passed to him the day after their father’s funeral. Jesse had been in college at the time, and Trace and Rachel still in high school. The sorry state of the Sundance had nothing to do with Cole’s management and everything to do with the economy. In the end, Rachel had been right to push the dude ranch idea to bring in cash. But that didn’t mean Trace liked being her flunky when it came to entertaining the guests. All of them female, because that’s who Rachel targeted.

  When they’d first opened and the women had come pouring in, Trace had a blast. Women of every shape and size literally landing on his doorstep? It was heaven on earth. Now, ten months later, he was jumping at his own shadow and hiding in the stables like a skittish colt.

  Karina said something to Nikki, who nodded and glanced over her shoulder. At him.

  He could’ve kicked himself into next week for getting caught staring. Leo, who owned the filling station at the south end of town, was sitting at a table behind the women, and Trace lifted a hand to him. The older guy frowned, then grudgingly lifted a hand in return, probably wondering if Trace was drunk.

  “You gonna play or what?” Sam sounded irritable. “Plenty other guys are waiting to take your place.”

  “Yeah, I mean, no, go ahead.” He nodded at the cue he’d left leaning against the wall. His mind wouldn’t be on the game. No sense going through the motions and holding up the others.

  “We’re not finished,” Sam said. “Afraid I’m gonna whip your ass?”

  “That’s right.” Trace snorted. “I bet you still believe in Santa Claus, too.”

  Sam cursed under his breath. His mood had gone south fast and no one would want to play him. “Who’s up?” he asked, looking around the room.

  “I’m just watching,” Josh said, and Lucas shook his head.