Chasin' Mason

by Stacey Joy Netzel

Overview

"Stacey Joy Netzel is at the top of her game with CHASIN' MASON. I was hooked at page one and stayed hooked until the end...you'll love it!" Becky Dark Angel Reviews 5 Stars When his father announced his engagement to a gold-digger with a lying, scheming fourteen-year old daughter, seventeen-year old Tripp Warner left Warner Ridge Ranch and never looked back. Until the day he got the phone call that his father had died unexpectedly. Reggie Reed lives with her guilt every day but can't quite work up the courage to track down the son of the man who raised her as his own. When Tripp shows up at his father's funeral eleven years later--and a hell of a man to be reckoned with--he has no interest in her too-late apology. Worse, they've inherited half shares of the family ranch-but only if they work together to catch Mason's Gold, the stallion a young Reggie let escape and made sure Tripp took the blame for. Tripp proposes a secret competition to the beautiful witch who stole his life: whoever catches the stallion first gets the ranch all to themselves. It sounds simple, but once they're out on the range, tempers and passions flare in the Texas heat and nothing goes as either of them expects. * "First of all..." Damn, he's tall. She didn't remember him being so tall eleven years ago. She took a step back. "My name is not Princess." "And second of all?" "Second of all, this is my room, so get out." "Don't kick me out before we get to the good stuff. I have a proposition for you." Her heart skipped a beat and honest to God, she couldn't help it-her gaze went straight to the bed. Just as fast, she snapped her attention back up to his face. "A what?" He lifted one nicely muscled shoulder in a careless gesture that didn't fool her one bit when she considered the calculating gleam in his eyes. "Maybe competition is the better word." "And what exactly would we be competing for?" she asked. "The ranch." Reggie would've laughed, except he was dead serious. She crossed her arms. "What have you got in mind?" "Whoever catches Mason wins everything, simple as that. Loser leaves." Her stomach heaved with a sickening lurch. So, this is why he agreed to the terms of the will. She knew he'd flipped to the other side too fast. But Ernesto hadn't lied when he said she'd been trying to catch the stallion for years, though how the older man knew about it, she'd love to know. Still, no way did she want to go up against Tripp like this, not with the ranch at stake. Mason was smarter than any horse she'd known. Tripp stepped closer, crowding her personal space as he leaned in and taunted, "Afraid you can't catch him?"

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781477685259
Publisher:	CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date:	07/13/2012
Pages:	226
Product dimensions:	5.00(w) x 7.99(h) x 0.51(d)

About the Author

Stacey Joy Netzel fell in love with books at a young age, so for her the graduation to writing them was natural. An avid reader and fan of movies with a happily ever after, she lives in her native Wisconsin with her husband and three children, a couple horses and some barn cats. She works part-time as a travel agent, and in her limited free time enjoys gardening, canning, and visiting her parents in Northeastern Wisconsin (Up North) at the family cabin on the lake.

Her romantic suspense titles include Lost In Italy (2012 RS *WINNER* WisRWA's Write Touch Readers' Award), and her Colorado Trust Series, Trust in the Lawe, Shattered Trust, and Shadowed Trust. Contemporary titles include More Than a Kiss, Ditched Again, Welcome to Redemption Series (books 2,4,6), Chasin' Mason, Dragonfly Dreams, If Tombstones Could Talk, and her Christmas anthology, Mistletoe Rules, which also took 1st place in WisRWA's 2010 Write Touch Readers' Award.

Read an Excerpt

"Well, well, well. Seems the princess became a queen."

The sardonic drawl from the barn entrance sent Reggie's heart ricocheting off her ribs in wild panic. Adrenaline swept through her, leaving her light-headed. Eleven years had passed since she'd last heard that voice, and though it had deepened considerably in adulthood, she recognized it instantly. How could she not when the person behind it haunted her guilty conscience every day.

"Hell will freeze over before I step foot on this ranch again!" The hate-filled vow of seventeen-year-old Tripp Warner sounded in Reggie's mind like it'd been shouted only yesterday. Fourteen years old at the time, she'd smiled with malicious satisfaction when he walked away without looking back. He'd kept his word until today. Maybe Hell had frozen over--because despite the above ninety temps, she suddenly felt chilled to the bone.

Reggie swallowed hard as guilt threatened to overwhelm her. She'd wondered if he'd show up for the funeral, but the blustering coward inside had resolutely ignored the possibility and left her completely unprepared to face him. The prickle along the back of her neck from his stare told her she didn't have a choice now.

She dashed the remaining moisture from her lashes and drew in a shaky breath before willing herself to turn around.

Another jolt rocked her senses.

No longer the lanky boy she remembered, the man Tripp Warner had become stood before her, larger than life, lounging against the doorway with one shoulder, his hands in his pockets. His white dress shirt stretched across his broad chest, contrasting with a black tie and tailored slacks that hugged lean hips.