The Maverick & the Manhattanite

The Maverick & the Manhattanite
Leanne Banks

Once volunteer co-ordinator Lissa Roarke rolls into town, everything about her rubs Sheriff Gage Christensen the wrong way. She talks too fast, she’s too bossy, she’s just too irritating!But just how much will a city girl sacrifice for the strong arms of the law and can Big Sky and Big Apple ever make it past the first frost?

USA TODAY bestselling author Leanne Banks returns to Rust Creek Falls, the setting for the popular Montana Mavericks: Rust Creek Cowboys, where a cowboy is sure to find love—when he least expects it!

Rust Creek Ramblings

Ever since volunteer coordinator Lissa Roarke rolled into town with her fancy luggage and metropolitan attitude, Sheriff Gage Christensen has been fit to be tied. Everything about Lissa seems to rub Gage the wrong way. She talks too fast, she’s too bossy, she’s just too…darned…irritating. And readers, you know what that means. It’s only a matter of time before these two squawking opposites find their way—together!

But there’s a rough road ahead for Rust Creek’s sexy sheriff and his do-gooder girl. Can Big Sky and Big Apple make it past the first frost? Just how much will a city girl sacrifice for the strong arms of the law?

“I’m sorry about what happened last night.

“I had no idea my dancing with someone would cause such a problem.”

“Yeah, well, this is Montana. Not New York,” he said.

His response stabbed at her. “Are you saying dancing causes issues in Montana?”

“A beautiful woman causes issues anywhere,” Gage said.

“I’m not that beautiful,” she retorted.

Gage looked at her in disbelief. “That’s a matter of opinion. Just do me a favor and stay away from the bar the next few days. I don’t have the manpower to handle the riots you cause.”

“Are you saying this is my fault?”

“I’m saying you underestimated your power,” he said.

Lissa felt her frustration build inside her. Her whole body roared with heat. “You’re being a jerk. A complete jerk,” she told him. She poked her finger against his hard chest repeatedly. “If you think I’m so beautiful, why don’t you stop being such an idiot and kiss me?”

Dear Reader,

I’ve always had a fascination with Western sheriffs, and I was thrilled to have the opportunity to write the love story for Sheriff Gage Christensen. He has been totally focused on helping the citizens of Rust Creek Falls get back on their feet after disaster struck. He has been carrying around a lot of unnecessary guilt, too. What he needs is a woman who will get under his skin, bother him a little, remind him he’s a man—a good man.

Volunteer Lissa Roarke from Manhattan hits him, and the town, like a thunderbolt. She’s come to Rust Creek Falls to make a difference and nothing will stop her from accomplishing her goal. Lissa has always been fascinated with cowboys and she decides this is a great time to learn that the myth about them really is just a myth. But what if the reality is more than she could have dreamed?

I hope you’ll enjoy their story. I would love to hear your thoughts. Please email me at leannebbb@aol.com (mailto:leannebbb@aol.com).

Happy reading!

Leanne Banks

www.LeanneBanks.com (http://www.LeanneBanks.com)

The Maverick & the Manhattanite

Leanne Banks

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

LEANNE BANKS is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author who is surprised every time she realizes how many books she has written. Leanne loves chocolate, the beach and new adventures. To name a few, Leanne has ridden an elephant, stood on an ostrich egg (no, it didn’t break), gone parasailing and indoor skydiving. Leanne loves writing romance, because she believes in the power and magic of love. She lives in Virginia with her family and a four-and-a-half-pound Pomeranian named Bijou. Visit her website, www.leannebanks.com.

Special thanks and acknowledgment to Leanne Banks for her contribution to the Montana Mavericks: Rust Creek Cowboys continuity.

This book is dedicated to Susan Litman. Thanks for letting me join the Maverick train again!

Contents

Chapter One (#ue2b66da4-c5c2-5755-befe-7d56b5970ea6)

Chapter Two (#u46f945bf-2808-5c49-94d4-a46f2e44b542)

Chapter Three (#uf6bfee9f-a4a4-53c9-a9bf-6bf0866a9467)

Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One

My suitcase is packed and I’m ready for my assignment as a lead coordinator for Bootstraps, a charitable organization based in New York City. I’m getting ready to travel from my world to a totally different one. I’m trading subways, theater, high fashion and rush hour crowds for a small town in Montana that’s been nearly destroyed by a flood. No more cushy apartment or paved sidewalks for me. I’ll be facing mud—a lot of it. I expect I won’t find a lot of Wall Street types in a town called Rust Creek. But there will be cowboys—and I’ve always been curious about cowboys....

— Lissa Roarke

Lissa’s roommate, Chelsea, swirled her glass of red wine as she picked up one of the boots from Lissa’s suitcase. Chelsea eyed it with disgust. “I can’t believe you’re actually going to wear something with the label John Deere.”

“Hey, these are great,” Lissa said. “They’re weather resistant and the lining is moisture wicking and breathable. They’ve got removable orthotics, a tempered-steel shank and a rubber outsole.”

“But they’re ugly,” Chelsea said and dropped the boot back into Lissa’s open suitcase. She took a deep sip of wine. “I know you’re into your job and you want to help people, but are you sure this is a good idea? There must be plenty you can still do here.”

“This is a huge opportunity for me. I’ll be the lead coordinator. Besides, my rent will be covered and you’ll get to rule our little roost,” Lissa said, giving her roommate a hug.

“But I’ll miss you,” Chelsea admitted. “And I’ve worked so hard to improve your style quotient.”