The Cowboy’s Stolen Bride
By Cora Seton
Copyright © 2019 Cora Seton
Kindle Edition
Published by One Acre Press
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Author’s Note
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Excerpt from The Cowboy’s Forbidden Bride
About the Author
Author’s Note
The Cowboy’s Stolen Bride is the fourth volume in the Turners v. Coopers series. To find out more, look for the rest of the books in the series, including:
The Cowboy’s Secret Bride (Volume 1)
The Cowboy’s Outlaw Bride (Volume 2)
The Cowboy’s Hidden Bride (Volume 3)
The Cowboy’s Forbidden Bride (Volume 5)
Also, don’t miss Cora Seton’s Chance Creek series, the Cowboys of Chance Creek, the Heroes of Chance Creek, the Brides of Chance Creek, and the SEALs of Chance Creek:
The Cowboys of Chance Creek Series:
The Cowboy Inherits a Bride (Volume 0)
The Cowboy’s E-Mail Order Bride (Volume 1)
The Cowboy Wins a Bride (Volume 2)
The Cowboy Imports a Bride (Volume 3)
The Cowgirl Ropes a Billionaire (Volume 4)
The Sheriff Catches a Bride (Volume 5)
The Cowboy Lassos a Bride (Volume 6)
The Cowboy Rescues a Bride (Volume 7)
The Cowboy Earns a Bride (Volume 8)
The Cowboy’s Christmas Bride (Volume 9)
The Heroes of Chance Creek Series:
The Navy SEAL’s E-Mail Order Bride (Volume 1)
The Soldier’s E-Mail Order Bride (Volume 2)
The Marine’s E-Mail Order Bride (Volume 3)
The Navy SEAL’s Christmas Bride (Volume 4)
The Airman’s E-Mail Order Bride (Volume 5)
The Brides of Chance Creek Series:
Issued to the Bride One Navy SEAL
Issued to the Bride One Airman
Issued to the Bride One Sniper
Issued to the Bride One Marine
Issued to the Bride One Soldier
The SEALs of Chance Creek Series:
A SEAL’s Oath
A SEAL’s Vow
A SEAL’s Pledge
A SEAL’s Consent
A SEAL’s Purpose
A SEAL’s Resolve
A SEAL’s Devotion
A SEAL’s Desire
A SEAL’s Struggle
A SEAL’s Triumph
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Chapter One
“It’s time to sell the ranch.”
Liam Turner nearly spit out the sip of champagne he’d just taken. It was awful stuff—he’d prefer a beer any day—but that wasn’t why he was choking on it.
“Sell the ranch?” he repeated incredulously, turning to face his mother. They were standing in the Chance Creek Community Center near the edge of the dance floor, straining to hear each other over the classic rock and roll tunes the band had started to play. His sister, Maya, had just married Lance Cooper. The ceremony had gone off without a hitch. So had dinner and the traditional toasts to the bride and groom, who’d finished their first dance just a song or two back. There hadn’t been any fights or recriminating words—
Yet.
He couldn’t have heard his mother right. The Flying W had been in his family for over a hundred years, and even if Mary had made it clear how much she disliked the spread, and Chance Creek, this was drastic, even for her.
She patted her dark hair, making sure none had come loose from her stylish twist. She wore a peach tailored dress you wouldn’t find in any store in this town. Her pumps matched her handbag. Several rings glittered on her fingers. Everything about Mary proclaimed she didn’t come from around here anymore.
“It’s pulling you under. It’ll kill you like it killed your father,” she said.
As far as Liam was concerned, she had no right to bring up William. She’d left his father—and all the rest of them—thirteen years ago. Had forced Liam to drive her into town the day she’d made her escape. New to truck ownership, he’d been bringing his beat-up old Chevy into the shop, and he remembered he’d been extoling its merits the whole way into town. Had she even been listening? Or had she already moved on in her mind to her new life?
He’d dropped her off on the main drag, thinking she meant to shop a little and meet a friend. Instead, she’d hopped on a bus and kept going. Now she lived in Ohio.
“Dad had a heart attack,” he pointed out.
“Because the Flying W is bad news.”
“Mom—”
“I know you’re struggling to pay your bills. The land would fetch a fortune. You’d all be wealthy. You could live a life of leisure anywhere you wanted to go.”
“And let me guess—you want me to go to Ohio.” Over his dead body. He already had a plan to increase the ranch’s profits. He just had to get things in order for the certification people who were coming next week. Shifting the ranch to organic processes wasn’t simple, and it would take several years, but he was prepared to take the first step.
Mary looked at him over the edge of her champagne flute as she took a sip, then let her gaze sweep around the community center, which had been decorated for the wedding with garlands of roses and greenery. Liam bit back the words he wanted to say. He didn’t need this right now. While he’d begun to realize that his sister’s new husband wasn’t quite the villain he’d always thought him to be, he was still struggling with the fact that Maya was going to be a Cooper now. Coopers and Turners had been enemies for over a hundred years, and this was the second marriage between their families in the past few months. Now his mother wanted him to sell the Flying W?
Never.
“That’s exactly what I want,” Mary said. “There’s a wonderful property for sale out in Hocking Hills. A spa—right on a spring up in the mountains. It’s all up-to-date. Luxurious. Pools, sauna, hot tubs. A view to die for. The food is amazing. We could buy it and run—”
“We?” Since when were they a we? Mary had abandoned him and his siblings when she left town.
“You and your brother and sisters,” Mary amended. “It could be a family enterprise. I could be a consultant. A very hands-on consultant.” She had the temerity to smile, as if this was a foregone conclusion.
“I’m not interested
