Billionaire Rancher for Love: A Clean BWWM Interracial Romance Book 3

By Sarah Smith

Brock Maclancy owns a cattle ranch in Texas. His family has owned and ran cattles since the 1800’s when they migrated to the US from Ireland. Media shy, he’s worth billions now thanks to his savvy investments skills. Red hair, big shoulders and a little over six feet, Brock is Texas’ most eligible bachelor.

Mia Mellis is a reporter for a small magazine in Dallas. She is second generation in the US; black hair, olive skin, dark eyes and looks very exotic. Mia travels to Brock’s ranch to interview him and Her boss wants her to find dirt on him.

Immediately, they don’t like each other. He finds her abrasive and annoying. She thinks he’s hiding a private life so he looks like some kind of saint.

Will they find love in the ranches?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Betty Johnson
• Release date: May 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310803093

Sarah Smith

Making a career goal come true, Sarah has completed her first children's book. The book started out as a short story requirement in an assignment while completing a course at the Institute of Children's Literature. After completing the course, I concentrated on my career in the corporate world. Not feeling fully satisfied with the corporate world and needing the funds to survive, I continued in the corporate world until my retirement in 2012. Always knowing that I wanted to complete my book, I started down the road to accomplish the goal. The dream has finally surfaced again and I'm on my way. Thanks to the help of Smashwords, I have found a way to publish my book on the internet which I've always believe was the best way to get your book to as many readers as possible.

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Billionaire Rancher for Love

A Clean BWWM Interracial Romance Book 3

By: Sarah Smith

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Copyright 2016 by Sarah Smith

This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

About the Author

Sarah Smith is an educator for two decades. She maintains a teacher’s blog and spends her free time reading romance novels.

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Table of Contents

Copyright

About the Author

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Recommended readings

CHAPTER ONE

I cannot believe you sent me out here in the middle of nowhere to interview a man who doesn’t want to be interviewed! Mia grumbled into the phone, her eyes focused on the road as she sped down the two-lane blacktop.

Her boss, Hal Winters, chuckled at her histrionics. I had no idea you were such a whiny person when I hired you. You’ve been begging for a big story for months, Mia.

Yes, Hal. A big story. In Dallas! Not in some teeny-tiny town five hours away! Mia huffed into her phone, then frowned because she was pretty sure the GPS on her phone had announced she had missed a turn. Dammit.

What’s wrong now?

I’m hopelessly lost. My phone keeps telling me to make a right turn into the woods, and I haven’t eaten since breakfast, Mia listed, hoping for a little sympathy. But she knew she’d get none from Hal.

We all have to pay our dues, honey, Hal said through a mouthful of some kind of food. She waited while he swallowed, watching a gaggle of birds flying in one of those strange patterns they all seemed to know. This is a good story, Mia. This guy is worth billions, is single, and dodges the press like we’re bullets being fired at Superman.

And you expect him to talk to me? Mia asked as the birds changed directions and looped in and out of the group. I don’t know why he would.

You’re young, within ten years of his age, actually. You’re beautiful— Mia snorted. You are. I think this guy will respond to you. When we sent Freddie out there, he met him once and barely shared anything with him.

Freddie? Really? Mia rolled her eyes. Freddie asks questions like a teenager on the school newspaper.

Hal laughed. Very true. And just so you know, he heard you say that.

Mia heard grumbling in the background mixed with laughter. Why am I on speakerphone?

Because we miss your dulcet voice, darlin’. Freddie’s dry tones came through her phone, and Mia put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing at him.

Sorry, Freddie. She wasn’t really; the man was misogynistic and pretty much a jerk.

Yeah, whatever. Good luck getting the billionaire cowboy to talk, Freddie told her, his sarcasm biting her through the phone line.

Mia heard the click of the receiver being picked up, then Hal’s voice coming through much more clearly. Are you going to make it there tonight?

Probably. When we hang up, I’ll put the address in my GPS and have Siri guide me in. Hopefully, Mia added mirthlessly. I’ll tell you what, Hal, this had better be a cover story. His picture with my name under it on the front cover of the magazine.

Front cover? If you get half the story I’m hoping you’ll get, the cover is yours, Hal told her.

Exactly what kind of story are you looking for?

Well, the guy has never done a real interview. He will answer a question or two and then disappear. No one knows anything about his private life. All we know is the man comes from an immigrant Irish family that built the ranch from one hundred acres to the sprawling two-hundred and fifty thousand it is now. Apparently he never leaves that ranch, Hal told her. She heard pages turning and knew he was consulting what notes he had on the guy.

Brock Maclancy, billionaire rancher-slash-hermit. What an interesting story, Mia deadpanned.

There has to be dirt somewhere, Mia. You find it, the front cover is yours. Hal cleared his throat and took a sip of something.

When did this magazine become interested gossip? Next I’ll be doing a story of some Hollywood celebrity with no talent, Mida mumbled.

I’m not paying for you to fly to California, Hal teased seriously.

Mia rolled her eyes again. Listen, Hal. I’m starved and have no idea how much longer I have to drive. I’ll call you tomorrow after I’ve met him.

Tomorrow sounds good, Hal said. Get the good stuff, Mia! And make sure you get pictures! He ended the call before she could reply.

Mia rolled her eyes again. Hal had hired her right out of college with no experience except what she’d garnered working for the college newspaper and maintaining her creative blog. Her ultimate goal was to write novels, but writing for a small Dallas magazine had its perks. She did get to travel, usually to better places than where she was heading this time, and she got to attend all sorts of events with the high rollers of Texas. Plus, she met interesting people, like when she’d interviewed and written a stellar piece on the Texan author Stefan Santiago, a Mexican immigrant worker who’d written an award-winning memoir about his life.

Overall, she loved her job. In fact, this assignment was the first one she wasn’t thrilled about. The man didn’t want to be interviewed; in fact, he shied away from reporters when he did leave the ranch. She’d never even seen a picture of him, so she had no idea what he looked like. Rumor was, though, that the man looked like a movie star in a cowboy hat and boots. If he’s that hot, she thought, I might hit on him. Then she remembered how far away she was from civilization. She’d promised herself no long distance relationships, and there was no way she’d live way the heck out here. No thanks.

Mia reentered the address she’d been given into her GPS. Siri redirected her and told her to head straight down the road for thirteen miles. She nodded, resigned, and said, Thanks, Siri. Let’s do this.

She pulled back onto the road, mumbling about the fact that it was getting dark. At the end of the thirteen miles, she was supposed to turn left, which would lead her to the Maclancy Ranch. However, if she turned right, she’d reach a town which looked large enough to have some kind of restaurant and hopefully a hotel. I’ll just call as soon as I get into my room to let Maclancy know I got lost and will be there tomorrow.

Mia frowned as the trees around her grew denser rather than lighter, as she expected when she neared a town. Before long, the sun would disappear, and she would be out in the middle of Nowhere, Texas. Visions of a man in a human mask wielding a chainsaw filled her mind, and automatically, she looked in the rearview mirror. When she looked forward again, a huge buck was in the middle of the road. With a scream, she jerked the wheel to the right, missing the buck but plowing into a ditch.

The car came to a jarring halt lodged in the side of the ditch. Mia was sure the steering wheel would have her finger marks imprinted into it for the rest of her car’s life. She breathed heavily, fear ebbing and anger slowly replacing