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Motivational speaker Brooke Blake spent her life making other people's dreams come true, and yet she'd decided she'd have to go to a sperm bank to make her fondest dream a reality. But that was before one shattering night of passion with a slow-talking Texan rocked her world to itsfoundations.Then Caleb Lander, the cowboy who'd awakened unsuspected desires within her, discovered she was the outsider who'd bought his family's homestead. So Brooke offered him what she thought was a simple business deal -- the ranch for him, a baby for her.
 
Trouble was, the more time she spent in this man's bed, the more she wanted it all -- the baby,the ranch and the cowboy!
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rooke Blake picked up her beer, sipped and grimaced. Success was an acquired taste.Evidently, so was the bitter, yeasty brew in the longneck bottle. But she was determined toexperience
everything 
her new home state had to offer—including the beer bottled here.Glancing at her watch, she granted herself ten minutes to brood over the contradictory state of her life. Professionally, her success as a bestselling motivational author and speaker continued torise, but her credibility was in jeopardy because personally, she needed a lifestyle make-over.She'd failed to achieve her most important goal
ever.
 She'd calculated and taken all the appropriate steps, but her goal of having a family by her thirty-fifth birthday had eluded her. What had she overlooked in her approach? Opening her DayPlanner, she flipped back until she found her five-year plan.The door of the bar opened. A draft of fresh air stirred the smoke hovering over the room andruffled the pages of her planner. Lifting her gaze to the mirror behind the bar, she studied thecowboy's reflection when he paused to survey the room. Until the door closed behind him thefading afternoon light silhouetted his slim hips and broad shoulders. Nice, but alas, not her type.The only Remingtons she wanted to possess were cast in bronze and made to sit on a mantel.This guy looked like he could have posed for the artist. All he needed were chaps, a horse and alariat thrown over his shoulder.He crossed the hardwood floor with the grace of an athlete and the presence of a man used toleading not following. She was abundantly familiar with the type and had discovered that most of them felt threatened by a successful woman.Specifically her.He made his way toward the bar and stopped behind her, catching her gaze in the mirror. Shehoped he hadn't considered her scrutiny an invitation, but was prepared to correct him if he had.Unwanted attention was a part of her job. She turned to face him and forgot all about the politerejection she'd mastered years ago.The cowboy's reflection in the cloudy mirror hadn't done him justice. The hard angles and planesof his face were too rough to be classified as handsome, but she found him compellingregardless. Dark stubble covered a stubborn, square jaw with an incredibly sexy cleft. In hislong-sleeved chambray shirt, opened just enough to reveal dark chest hair, and Wranglers snug
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