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Montana Creeds: Logan [Mass Market Paperback]

Linda Lael Miller

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Feb. 1 2010 Montana Creeds
Descendants of the legendary McKettrick family, the Creeds are renowned in Stillwater Springs, Montana—for raising hell…

After years of wandering, Logan Creed, a cowboy with a dusty law degree, has returned home. To put down roots, to restore his family's neglected ranch…to have kids of his own proudly bearing the Creed name.

Divorced mom Briana Grant has heard the stories about her gorgeous neighbor. So Logan's kindness with her young boys is a welcome surprise, especially when her ex reappears. And when an unknown enemy vandalizes her home, Logan shows Briana—and the folks of Big Sky country—just what he's made of.


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  • Mass Market Paperback: 384 pages
  • Publisher: HQN Books; Reprint edition (Feb. 1 2010)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 037377561X
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373775613
  • Product Dimensions: 2.5 x 14.6 x 16.6 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 159 g
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #296,088 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is the author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels. Now living in Spokane, Washington, the “First Lady of the West” hit a career high when all three of her 2011 Creed Cowboy books debuted at #1 on the New York Times list. In 2007, the Romance Writers of America presented her their Lifetime Achievement Award. She personally funds her Linda Lael Miller Scholarships for Women. Visit her at LindaLaelMiller.com.

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Stillwater Springs Ranch

The weathered wooden sign above the gate dangled from its posts by three links of rusty chain. The words, hand-carved by Josiah Creed himself more than 150 years earlier, and then burned in deeper still with the edge of an old branding iron, were faded now, hardly legible.

Logan Creed, half inside his secondhand Dodge pickup—"previously owned," the dealer had called it—and half outside, with one booted foot on the running board, swore under his breath.

Startled, the bedraggled dog he'd picked up at a rest stop outside of Kalispell that morning gave a soft, fretful whine, low in his throat. Little wonder the poor critter was skittish; he'd clearly been from one end of lost-animal hell to the other.

"Sorry, ol' fella," Logan muttered, his throat constricted with a tangle of emotions, sharp as barbed wire. He'd known the family ranch—a legacy shared equally with his two younger brothers, Dylan and Tyler—would be in sad shape. The whole spread had been neglected for years, after all…ever since they'd had that falling out after their dad's funeral. He and Dylan and Tyler had gone their stubborn, separate ways.

The dog forgave him readily, that being the way of dogs, and seemed sympathetic, sitting there on the other side of the gearshift, his brown eyes almost liquid as he regarded his rescuer.

Logan grinned, settled himself back into the driver's seat. "If I were half the man you think I am," he told the mutt, "I'd be a candidate for sainthood."

The idea of any Creed being canonized made him chuckle.

The dog responded with a cheerful yip, as if offering to put in a good word with whoever made decisions like that.

"You'll need a name," Logan said. "Damned if I can think of one right off the top of my head, though." He turned in the seat, facing forward, cataloging the fallen fences and disintegrating junk, and sighed again. "We've got our work cut out for us. Best get started, I guess."

The sign bumped the truck's roof as Logan drove beneath it, and the rungs of the nineteenth-century cattle guard under the tires all but rattled his teeth.

Weeds choked the long, winding driveway, but the ruts were still there, anyway, made by the first vehicles to travel that road—wagons. Mentally, Logan added several tons of gravel to the list of necessities.

There were three houses on various parts of the property and, because he was the eldest of the current Creed generation, the biggest one belonged to him. Some inheritance, he thought. He'd be lucky if the place was fit to inhabit.

"Good thing I've got a sleeping bag and camping gear," he told the dog, leaning forward a little in the seat as they jostled up the grassy rise, peering grimly through the windshield. "You okay with sleeping under the stars if the roof's gone, boy?"

The dog's eyes said he was game for anything, as long as the two of them stuck together. He'd had enough of being alone, scrounging for food and shelter when the weather turned bad.

Logan told himself to buck up and reached across to pat the animal's matted head. No telling what color the mutt was, under all that dirt and sorry luck. As for the mix of breed, he was probably part Lab, part setter and part a whole slew of other things. His ribs showed and a piece of his left ear was missing. Yep, he'd been nobody's dog for too long.

When he'd pulled into the rest stop to stretch his legs after the long drive from Las Vegas, he hadn't counted on picking up a four-legged hitchhiker, but when the dog slunk out of the bushes as he stepped down from the truck, Logan couldn't ignore him. There was nobody else around, and if there had ever been a tag and collar, they were long gone.

Logan had known he was that dog's last hope, and since he'd been in a similar position himself a time or two, he hadn't been able to turn his back. He'd hoisted the critter into the pickup, and they'd shared a fast-food breakfast in the next town. The dog had horked his chow up, in short order, and looked so remorseful afterward that Logan hadn't minded stopping at a car wash to scour out the rig.

Now, several hours later, as he steeled himself to lay eyes on the ranch house for the first time in a lot of eventful years, Logan was glad of the company, though the conversations were distinctly one-sided.

They finally crested the last hill, and Logan saw the barn first—still standing, but leaning distinctly to one side. He forced himself to swing his gaze to the house, and his spirits rose a little. Part of the roof was sagging, but the rambling one-story log structure, originally a one-room cabin smaller than most garden sheds, had managed to endure. None of the three stone chimneys had crumbled, and the front windows still had glass in them, the old-fashioned kind with a greenish cast to it and little bubbles here and there.

Home, Logan thought, with a mixture of determination and pure sorrow. Such as it was, Stillwater Springs Ranch was home.

It was probably too much to hope that the plumbing still worked, he decided, but he'd called ahead and had the lights and the telephone service turned on, anyhow. His sidekick was in sore need of a bath, and hiking back and forth to the springs for water would be taking the whole back-to-basics thing too far. His luxurious Vegas lifestyle hadn't prepared him for roughing it.

"Sidekick," Logan mused, as he climbed out of the truck. "Suppose you go by that for a while?"

Apparently overjoyed, Sidekick leaped across the gearshift and the console into the seat Logan had just vacated. Logan chuckled and lifted him gently to the ground. Soon as he got the chance, he'd take the animal to a vet for a checkup and some shots. There might be a microchip implanted somewhere under his hide, identifying him as someone's lost pet, but Logan doubted it.

Most likely, Sidekick had been dumped, if he'd ever belonged to anybody in the first place.

The dog did some sniffing around, then lifted his leg against an old wagon wheel half-submerged in the ground. As Logan approached the house, with its drooping front porch, Sidekick trotted eagerly after him.

Any sensible person, Logan reflected ruefully, would bulldoze the once imposing shack to the ground and start over. But then, he wasn't a sensible person—he had two failed marriages, a career in rodeo and a lot of heartache to prove it.

He shouldered open the front door, causing the hinges to squeal, and, after another deep breath, stepped over the threshold. The place was filthy, of course, littered with newspapers, beer cans and God knew what else, but the plank floors had held, and the big natural-rock fireplace looked as sturdy as if it had just been mortared together.

Standing in the middle of the ancestral pile—and pile was definitely the word—Logan wondered, not for the first time, if there weren't as many rocks in his head as there were in that fireplace. Ever since he'd tracked down his distant cousins, the McKettricks, six months back, and visited the Triple M, down in northern Arizona, questions about the state of this ranch, and what was left of his family, had throbbed in the back of his mind like a giant bruise.

And that bruise had a name. Guilt.

He crossed the large room, sat down on the high ledge fronting the fireplace and sighed, his shoulders slackening a little under his plain white T-shirt. He shoved a hand through his dark hair and smiled sadly when Sidekick came and laid his muzzle on his knee.

"Some people," Logan told Sidekick, "just can't get enough of trouble and aggravation. And I, old buddy, am one of those people."

Ranches in Montana, in whatever degree of disrepair, were golden on the real estate market. Especially if they had a rip-roaring history, like this one did. Movie stars liked to buy them for astronomical prices, put in tennis courts and soundstages and square-acre swimming pools. He and Dylan and Tyler could split a fortune if they sold the place. Cut the emotional losses and run.

Just about the last thing Logan needed, though, besides a dog and that old truck he'd bought because it would fit in in a place like Stillwater Springs, Montana, was more money. He had a shitload of that, thanks to the do-it-yourself legal services Web site he'd set up fresh out of law school and recently sold for a mega-chunk of change, and so far, all that dough had caused him nothing but grief.

But there was a deeper reason he couldn't sell.

As run-down as the ranch was, seven or eight generations of Creeds had lived and died, loved and hated, cussed and prayed within its boundaries. Folks had gotten themselves born in the houses, run hell-bent for the closing bell through whatever years they'd been allotted and been laid to rest in the cemetery out beyond the apple orchard.

Logan just couldn't leave them behind, any more than he'd been able to get into his truck back there at the rest stop and pull out without Sidekick.

They were his, that horde of cussed, unruly ghosts.

So was their reputation for chronic hell-raising.

Seeing the Triple M, something had shifted in Logan. He'd decided to stop running, plant his feet and put down roots so deep the tips might just pop up someplace in China. The Creed legacy wasn't like the McKettrick one, though, there was no denying that.

The McKettricks had stayed together, the line unbroken all the way back to old Angus, the patriarch.

The Creeds had splintered.

The McKettrick name was synonymous with honor, integrity and grit.

The Creed name, on the other hand, meant tragedy, bad luck and misery.

Logan had come back to take a stand, turn things around. Build something new and durable and good, from the ground up. His own children, if he was ever fortunate enough to have any, would bear the Creed name proudly, and so would his nieces and nephews. Not that he had any of those, either—Dylan and Tyler, as far as he knew, were still following the rodeo, at least part of the time, chasing the kind of women a man didn't want to impregnate, and braw...


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Amazon.com: 4.4 out of 5 stars  69 reviews
27 of 29 people found the following review helpful
3.0 out of 5 stars It was a pleasant, nice story. Somewhat predictable. Jan. 31 2009
By Jane - Published on Amazon.com
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STORY BRIEF:
Logan and his two brothers lost their parents years ago. The three brothers had a fight and all three left home. They inherited their dad's Montana ranch, but it stood vacant for 12 years. Now, Logan returns to the ranch to start working it as a cattle ranch. He also wants to find a wife and start a family.

Two years ago, Brianna's husband abandoned her and her two sons nearby. She has been living in the small house on the ranch. The house is owned by Dylan, Logan's brother. Dylan saw her when she was first abandoned and offered help by letting her live in the house rent free and use his truck. Dylan has been away since then. Brianna got divorced, and she is raising her sons by working in a nearby casino. She meets Logan, they get along, and he likes her boys. Soon, Brianna's ex-husband and his new wife come to town. Problems start happening.

REVIEWER'S OPINION:
The characters were good, with a couple of bad guy influences for conflict. It reminds me of a typical Harlequin romance novel, nice but nothing special. There was nothing wrong with it. I just wanted to be a little more surprised or delighted in order to give it more stars. I liked it which is my definition for 3 stars. The author has two sequels coming out in 2009, one for each of the brothers: Dylan and Tyler.

DATA:
Story length: 366 pages. Swearing language: strong. Sexual language: none to mild. Number of sex scenes: 3. Total number of sex scene pages: 7. Setting: current day Stillwater Springs, Montana. Copyright: 2009. Genre: contemporary romance.
7 of 7 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Another solid Linda Lael Miller book Jan. 30 2009
By Book Sponge - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback
I really enjoyed this book. I thought the characters were likeable and seemed fairly "normal" as far as book characters go. There are no parts of the book that make you go "yeah right, that's not possible." If you've read any of her other books and liked them then you'll like this one as well. The only slight complaint I have is that the kids seemed to always be fighting and that got a little distracting, but hey at the same time it made it a little more real. I'm really looking forward to the next 2 books in this series. I'm predicting that Dylan is going to be my favorite character of the series.
5 of 5 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars targeting the McKettrick mob Feb. 3 2009
By Harriet Klausner - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback
After a successful career with the rodeo and a failure twice at marriage, Logan Creed returns to the family dilapidated Stillwater Springs Ranch in Montana; though he is somewhat estranged with his brothers Dylan and Tyler. He is wealthy, but ironically he made his money not from the rodeo, but from self-help legal services over the net.

Dylan has allowed Briana Grant and her two sons ten year old Josh and eight year old Alec to live in Logan's house since her rat of an ex Vance deserted her, their kids and their dog two years ago in Stillwater Springs. Logan likes the children and is attracted to their mother. When it appears that someone wants to hurt Briana, Logan vows to keep her and her children safe while fixing up the ranch and reconciling with his brothers.

Linda Lael Miller expands her McKettrick universe with their Big Sky cousins: the Creeds. The first tale stars big brother Logan and a courageous single mom who shows how much she cares about people by making it her mission to pull weeds from the nearby cemetery's gravesites. The Creeds are as dysfunctional as a family can be. Ms. Miller uses broken relationships like a master mage. Obviously targeting the McKettrick mob, fans of the author will appreciate her latest entry as the saga grows and two more siblings to follow.

Harriet Klausner
5 of 5 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Absolutely wonder, delish story can't wait for the next one!! Feb. 28 2009
By Nuthinbutboys - Published on Amazon.com
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Oh my gosh this story was absolutely wonderful. The characters comadarie was just so real that it was funny. I zipped thru this book in no time and wanted to read about Dylan and Tyler right then and there. Course they weren't out yet so I had to suffice reading about the McKettrick men instead. However, I love this Montana series. I'm so glad she spun them off from Meg's story, I always wondered after I read that book if there would be something about the Creeds. The video on her website promoting the book is just absolutely delish. I just want to jump into the book with thema nd become part of the story line! As my babysitter told me.. oh to be a cowgirl. **sigh**. Storyline was a little predictable and it wasn't overly filled with sex scenes, what was nice is she had a great buildup of it to those scenes. I found the book very hard to put down and just wanted to keep reading it. Now my mother is reading it along with a couple other friends, they are hooked just as I am. Can't wait to read Dylan and Tyler's stories. Maybe I relate better to the books about 3 brothers, I have 3 boys close in age, I read these and think of my boys being this age and have to wonder.. Read it if you're not sure give it a chance, very enjoyable book.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
3.0 out of 5 stars Good, but yet, unsatisfying. Oct. 2 2011
By Romantic Glutton - Published on Amazon.com
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This contemporary western romantic story had all the elements I love to read about: an alpha male who is sweet and respectful to women, a woman in need, tender moments between family... and even some excitement, tension and suspense to boot. And there were some really good moments in the storyline and an abundance of strong characters.

I still found the book to be a bit frustrating and unsatisfying though. In some ways it gave too much and it was overkill. Like Logan, our hero, was way too much of everything. Not only has he inherited a valuable, beautiful ranch but he's also an ex rodeo star, has served in the special forces in Iraq, started his own dot.com company (and became a millionaire off it) AND he had time to go to law school. Wow. To go to law school you first have to get your Bachelor's.... so he's been in school for 4 to 7 years (depending) and still managed to do these other things?

Yet none of these roles are ever really defined. He starts to sorta get into the ranching thing... but that is the only thing he doesn't have experience in, ironically. (When he was a kid on the ranch, they didn't use it as a ranch, his family were loggers?) I'm not sure why the author felt the need to make Logan SO MUCH but still sorta nothing. Because he doesn't get to wear any of his hats at all.

In comparison, Briana, the heroine, is the opposite. She really has no history, except for her famous father, and no hobbies, besides reading. She's uneducated and has a routine management job, her first, at a casino. She seems to be a wonderful mother but doesn't have a clue in many ways. It's interesting that author made the hero so incredible and experienced and adventurous and made the heroine so boring.

Then in other ways the author just didn't give enough in the plot. Like there's a suspense plot introduced that never really pans out. Seems awfully coincidental the way it ends too. And it's not even really closed up completely. I can't really argue this point without giving away spoilers so I'll leave it to the reader! And why the ominous overtone from the Indian grandmother that never pans out? What did the election have to do with anything? Basically the story just left me feeling like it was incomplete.

BUT even still I did really enjoy the characters. I loved Logan's inner thoughts- he's all male. I really liked Jim, Briana's boss. The kiddos are pretty cute too. Hey, I even enjoyed reading about Vance, the ex. And the book carries a wholesome, Montana awesomeness that was irresistible. I rated it 3 stars because it kept my attention the whole time and I really enjoyed it. But it really could use a redraft!

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