Thunderstruck

By B.J. Daniels

USA Today bestselling author B.J. Daniels offers three short stories set in her beloved state of Montana.

In Thunderstruck, it takes a storm to bring Lubbock and Clancy together after both have been hurt in love. But when Clancy must choose between Lubbock and the man from her past, they are both in for a surprise.

In The Perfect Neighbor, Kit is so busy working to support herself and her little sister that she doesn’t have time to eat – let alone date. Fortunately for her, she has the perfect neighbor.

In A Fortunate Encounter, Jenny, a marketing associate, finds her fortune has taken an unexpected turn after a visit to a fortuneteller at a charity bazaar.

• Language: English
• Publisher: B.J. Daniels
• Release date: Jun 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458055996

B.J. Daniels

New York Times and USA Today bestselling authorB.J. Daniels lives in Montana with her husband, Parker, and two springerspaniels. When not writing, she quilts, boats and always has a book or two to read. Contact her at www.bjdaniels.com, on Facebook at B.J. Daniels or through her reader group the B.J.Daniels' Big Sky Darlings, and on twitter at bjdanielsauthor.

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Thunderstruck

By B.J. Daniels

Copyright 2011 B.J. Daniels

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Table of Contents

Thunderstruck

The Perfect Neighbor

A Fortunate Encounter

Lubbock Kane adjusted his tie for the hundredth time and smoothed down his cowlick. Neither the tie nor the cowlick wanted to behave, but that wasn’t what was bothering him as he looked out at the church full of wedding guests. Any minute Clancy would be coming down the aisle.

Was this really going to happen?

He glanced at his best friend standing quietly beside him. Beau Drummond looked resolved. Beau had a way of taking everything in life with a carefree attitude. Lubbock didn’t believe for a minute that that was the case today.

Beau was so handsome in a tux that the girls in the front row were giggling and blushing. For a moment, Lubbock felt that old familiar pang of jealousy seize his heart. Then the organist hit the first chords of the wedding march and like everyone else’s in the room, Lubbock’s gaze riveted on the bride.

This was it. He only hoped Clancy had picked the right man.

It had been spring the first time he saw her. Down on the riverbank where the water pooled dark and clear. And the air smelled new-green and held a promise as bright as a sunrise.

At first, Lubbock thought it had been destiny. Later he realized it was just dumb luck from the beginning.

She came out of the young cottonwoods just downstream and onto the sunlit boulders that flanked the river bottom. Lubbock watched the afternoon light flicker off the water and play in her brown curls.

When he’d bought his farmstead six months before, he’d heard that the old Miller place downriver was empty. Apparently it wasn’t anymore, he thought idly