Through a crazy twist of fate, Caroline Clemmons was not born on a Texas ranch. To compensate for this illogical error, she writes about handsome cowboys, feisty ranch women, and scheming villains in a small office her family calls her pink cave.
She and her Hero live in North Central Texas cowboy country where they ride herd on their rescued cats and dogs. The books she creates there have made her an Amazon bestselling author and won several awards.
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When a dot com billionaire crashes his sports car into a tree, he wakes up in heaven facing angels Gabriel and Michael. He’s given a chance to redeem his carefree ways by helping an orphanage avoid foreclosure and regain a sound financial picture by midnight on Christmas Eve—or else. To do so, he is sent back to earth as orphanage janitor, Jacob Porter.
After her father died four months ago, child psychologist Suzi Stephens was shocked to learn Serenity Springs Children’s Home and Elementary School faced foreclosure unless she met a balloon note due January 1. She can’t understand why her late father broke the trust her grandfather had carefully constructed to protect the private home. She is afraid the annual gala won’t raise enough money to pay the note much less the needed year’s operating funds. Trying to do her job plus step into her late father’s shoes has stretched her to her limits.
She’s suspicious of the handsome new janitor, who appears more like he’d be at home as a CEO. Could he be a spy for the developer who covets the children’s home property? Suzi overcomes her distrust enough to allow Jacob’s help raising funds. Working together, their attraction escalates but Jacob has nothing to offer the beautiful redhead. He is scheduled for earthly removal at midnight on December 24.
Suzi Stephens stared at the computer monitor. “What can I do next, Valerie? I’m desperate.”
The middle-aged woman standing at her elbow gave Suzi’s back a couple of pats. “You’re bound to come up with something. The holiday gala sounds promising.”
Suzi gestured to the few R.S.V.P. cards she’d received. “Not unless more people say they’re attending. If we don’t have a better response soon, we’ll be lucky to break even on the catering. Oh, what possessed Dad to dabble in investing?”
“Your father was a good man, he… well, he wasn’t the best at business decisions. His heart was in the right place, though. He loved you and he loved the children’s home.”
Suzi didn’t correct the other woman, but her father had not loved the children’s home. To him it was an albatross around his neck. Had anyone but her realized that fact?