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  Through a crazy twist of fate, Caroline Clemmons was not born on a Texas ranch. To compensate for this terrible 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 her several awards. Find her on her blog, website, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Google+, and Pinterest.

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  Here’s a peek at another Christmas story

  Stone Mountain Christmas:

  Radford Crossing, Texas, November 1874

  Eduardo Montoya focused on the beautiful redhead who swept the walk in front of Sturdivant’s Mercantile across the street. He turned to speak to his friend. “She is a vision, is she not?”

  Micah Stone, his cousin’s husband, asked, “Have you met her or spoken to her?”

  Eduardo’s gaze returned to Celia Dubois. He refused to let anyone shatter his dreams. “See how graceful she is even when performing a menial chore? When we are wed, she will not have to be concerned with such things.”

  Sounding incredulous, Micah said, “I repeat, have you even met or spoken to her?”

  Eduardo had no doubt his friend believed he had taken leave of his senses. He wasn’t so sure he hadn’t, but he placed a hand over his heart. “In good time, my friend. All in good time.”

  Micah clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, Romeo. We’ve finished our business with Joel and Hope’s expecting us for lunch. You can daydream about the pretty widow on our way home.”

  “I suppose we must go.” He exhaled, reluctantly willing to leave town but unwilling to let anyone derail his plans.

  Micah untied his horse from the hitching rail in front of his brother’s law office and mounted. “Have to say this is the first time I’ve known you to be shy about flirting with a woman.”

  Determination steeled Eduardo’s resolve as he swung onto his gelding. “Never before has a woman been so important to me. You will see. One day, she will become my wife.”

  The two rode toward Micah’s ranch.

  From where she stood on the walk, Celia had known the men watched her. One was the youngest Stone brother. Identifying him was easy because the three Stone men looked so much alike.

  But she hadn’t yet met the handsome man dressed as a Spanish Don. He fit the description she’d been privy to of Eduardo Montoya, one of the wealthiest men in this part of Texas. At least, that’s what she’d overheard while helping in her parents’ store.

  He certainly cut a dashing figure in his black clothes trimmed with silver buttons. She wondered if he was entitled to dress like Spanish nobility or if he merely played a part. The silver on his saddle flashed in the sunlight and she questioned the safety of such a display.

  One thing she’d noticed in her few days in town and working in her father’s mercantile, she heard tidbits of local gossip whether she intended to or not. She wondered what the gossips had to say about her. Probably best she didn’t know. Most people she’d met were friendly but there were a few prunes eager to criticize everyone.

  Wasn’t that true everywhere? Yet she thought an unusual pall lay over Radford Crossing. The town definitely needed a large dose of cheer. As a matter of fact, she wouldn’t mind a full measure for herself. With a sigh, she went back inside the store.