Love On The Run. . .
Colorado sheriff Dade Logan has waited twenty years to reunite with his long lost sister, Daisy. But when she finally turns up, they barely recognize each other. That's because the beautiful stranger isn't Daisy, but her childhood friend Maggie, on the run from an impending marriage. Moved by this last link to Daisy, Dade determines to bend any law that stands between him, his sisterand the intriguing Maggie. . .
Maggie Sutton will risk anything to escape her fate, though accompanying the broad-shouldered sheriff in his pursuit of Daisy rattles her to the core. But as their searchand desire for one anotherescalates, the two provoke a vicious bounty hunter, one who threatens their hopes for a future together. . .
Praise for the novels of Janette Kenny
"These are the western romances readers have enjoyed for decades." Romantic Times on A Cowboy Christmas
"Readers will enjoy every moment." –Romantic Times on One Real Man
"With a cowboy like this, you can't lose!" Linda Lael Miller on One Real Cowboy
About the Author
Janette Kenny grew up on her family's farm in Kansas, dreaming up plots and characters for the stories she yearned to write. She's ridden the same trails as her western heroes and heroines, slept in authentic log cabins listening to the lonesome howl of a coyote, and came frighteningly close to crossing paths with a grizzly bear high in the Rocky Mountains. Currently, the fourth-generation Kansas native is busy writing her next romance. Visit her website at www.jankenny.com.
Read an Excerpt
It wasn't yet ten in the morning, and Dade Logan was already bored clean out of his mind. Other than locking the town drunk up every Friday night when he got a snootful, there wasn't much in the way of law to enforce in Placid, Colorado.
Not that he was anxious for trouble to come to this sleepy town that rested in the valley east of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Nope, he'd been waiting all winter for one person to return, and if she didn't show up soon he didn't know what the hell he would do.
The hiss of the locomotive and clang of the rail cars pulling out echoed up the main street of Placid. Two folks had boarded the Denver & Rio Grande, heading east to Pueblo. He hadn't seen anyone get off.
Maybe she'd arrive on the afternoon train. As the racket from steel wheels on rails grew faint, he heard his name being called out.
"Sheriff Logan! Sheriff Logan! "
Dade smiled. Raymond Tenfeather was pounding down the boardwalk somewhere between the stable and the jail, hollering out his name like he did every day about this time.
When the liveryman's younger son wasn't trailing his elder brother Duane around town, he had taken to following Dade on the pretext of helping him look for lawbreakers. Dade had gently explained that wasn't necessary, but the boy took it on himself to be the town spy. God only knew what Raymond had seen this time.
Dade rocked back in his chair and stacked his crossed boots on the edge of his desk, awaiting the boy's imminent arrival. As always, his gaze narrowed on the wanted posters tacked on the wall.
Dammit all if the three outlaws staring back at him weren't smirking. His pa and uncles would find it amusing that Dade had taken an oath to uphold the laws that Clete, Brice, and Seth Logan had been hell-bent on breaking all their lives.
It'd been twenty years since he'd seen any of them, though their wanted posters had haunted him most of his life. There sure as hell wasn't any love lost between him and his kin.
Yet one question nagged at him right after they pinned a tin star on his chest. If his pa and uncles came to town, could he draw on them?
Part of him said yes. His pa had had no qualms about deserting him and his little sister. Yet when all was said and done, he wasn't sure he could turn on his blood. Hell, unlike Reid Barclay, he couldn't have turned on either of his foster brothers either.
"Sheriff Logan!" Raymond burst into the jail, his dark skin glistening with sweat and his scrawny chest heaving from his run. "I saw her."
"Just who'd you see?" Dade asked.
"The lady you been waiting for," Raymond said.
"Daisy?" he asked.
The boy nodded. "She got off the train, just like you was hoping she'd do."
Now how the hell had he missed seeing her?
Dade's heart took off galloping at the thought that sticking around here had paid off. His missing sister had finally come back like everyone in town said she would.
For the first time in months he visited that dream of buying a nice little farm for them to call home. He could run a few head of cattle. Do a bit of farming. Hell, he could find his brother Trey and bring him into the deal.
It was a damn sight better thing to dwell on than the idea of going back to the Crown Seven and having it out with Reid, the foster brother who'd sold them out when they needed him the most.
First things first. He'd waited twenty years to find his sister. He wasn't about to waste a second forestalling their reunion.
"Where is she?" he asked, heading for the door as he spoke.
"Mrs. Gant's boardinghouse," Raymond said, hot on his heels.
The place where Daisy and her crippled traveling companion had stayed before. Mrs. Gant had told him about their visit to Placid. How Daisy had caught the young sheriff's eye. How she'd promised to come back last fall and marry Lester.
But the sheriff was dead, spring was in full bloom, and nobody in town had any idea where Daisy Logan and her lady friend hailed from.
Dade figured she'd heard about Lester's murder and wasn't coming back to Placid. He feared he'd lost her again.
"Thanks, Raymond." Dade flipped the boy a silver dollar and headed out the door.
Long determined strides carried him across the dustystreet. He wondered how much Daisy had changed. Would she recognize him? Would she be as glad to be reunited with her family as he was?
He'd find out damn soon, he thought, as he cut down the street between Hein's Grocery and Doc Franklin's house.
Mrs. Gant's boardinghouse sat the next street over, but the elevation made the walk seem farther. He bounded up the steps then paused at the door to steady his breath.
The climb was nothing, but the excitement pounding inside him made it hard to draw a decent breath. He blew out the air trapped in his chest, inhaled deeply, and stepped inside.
Mrs. Gant was in the parlor, serving tea to a lady seated on the stiff Victorian sofa. Neither seemed to have heard him come in.
That was fine by him, for it gave him time to study his sister. Her golden hair had darkened to a rich honey. Her features were still delicate and refined, but she didn't resemble their mother or father.
She wasn't a cute little pixie anymore. Nope, she'd grown into a beautiful woman with all the curves in all the right places. But it was the odd combination of grief and fear in her eyes that gave him pause.
"I am so sorry to be the one to tell you that Lester has passed over," Mrs. Gant said, verifying what Dade suspected had caused his sister's distress. "I didn't know where you'd gone, but when you didn't come back last fall like you said you would, I thought maybe you'd heard."
"No, I had no idea," Daisy said. "What happened?"
"It was just awful," Mrs. Gant said. "This ruffian came to town, intent on robbing the bank. Lester was there, and before he could turn and confront this no-account, the ruffian shot him dead."
Daisy pressed a hand to her mouth, clearly horrified bythe news. Mrs. Gant's version was close enough to the truth that Dade didn't see the need to comment.
"I tell you truly," Mrs. Gant said, "I shudder to think what would've happened if Dade Logan hadn't stepped in like he did and ended the robber's reign of terror on our town. No telling who else would've been gunned down if not for your brother's courage."
Dade winced. The townsfolk had taken to embellishing the events of that day to the point Dade cringed every time he heard it. Now was surely no exception, for Daisy's face had leached of color at the mention of his name.
"W-what?" Daisy said in a voice that was way too high.
"Yes, indeed, your brother is a hero." Mrs. Gant launched into telling Daisy the details.
This surely wasn't the reunion he'd had in mind. A sound of disgust must've slipped from him for Mrs. Gant glanced his way and smiled.
Daisy, on the other hand, looked ready to bolt as her head snapped up and her gaze clashed with his. Instead of recognition lighting her eyes, they narrowed with suspicion and something bordering on dread.
Mrs. Gant patted Daisy's hand. "It'll be all right now, dear. You have family to help you through this difficult time."
Daisy shook her head. "No! I'm an orphan."
Dade scrubbed a hand across his nape, frustrated and more than a mite worried about his sister's increased distress. He wasn't surprised that Daisy hadn't recognized him after twenty years, but forgetting that he existed signaled something else entirely.
"You saying you don't remember me?" Dade asked.
She shook her head, her gaze focusing on his tin star before lifting to his face. He hadn't thought she could get any paler but he'd been wrong.
"Don't you remember that Pa left us at the Guardian Angel's Orphan Asylum?"
She shook her head and stared at him with troubled eyes.
"You recall being in the orphanage?" he asked.
She frowned. "Some. Mostly I was scared."
So was Dade, but it did him no good then or now to admit it. How could her memory be that bad?
She'd cried and screamed for Dade after their pa had dumped them there, and put up more of a ruckus when they'd been separated–boys in one wing of the drafty old building and girls in the other.
They'd seen each other precious little after that, but she hadn't forgotten him then. She'd pitched a fit when they took her away on the orphan train, to the point that they'd had to restrain him from going after her.
As the wagon pulled away, he'd vowed he'd find her and keep them together as family. But he hadn't been able to keep his promise.
"Reid, Trey, and I tried to find you," he said, but though they'd run away from the orphanage a few months later, they'd failed to pick up the trail of the orphan train that Daisy had taken west.
He'd failed his sister.
"Reid and Trey. Are they family?"
"They're as close as brothers to me." Or were. "But they aren't blood kin like we are."
Daisy didn't look the least bit relieved. In fact, she acted more leery than before as she turned to Mrs. Gant.
"Is he really my brother?" she asked the older woman.
Her trust in a stranger was a gut punch to Dade. It didn't ease his mind none that Mrs. Gant was giving him a long assessing look either. He knew trouble was coming before she voiced an opinion, which the lady always had on everything.
"Well, he says he is. But all we have is his word." Mrs. Gant pinned him with a squinty stare. "You have any kin in these parts?"
He hoped to hell not. The last thing he needed was for his outlaw pa and uncles to show their faces. He'd be lucky to get out of town without getting shot.
"No kin left but me and Daisy," he said, and he reasoned that could be true. Any day he expected to get word that his old man and renegade uncles had been gunned down.
He swore under his breath, damning his pa again for abandoning his family. Daisy had only been four years old when they'd arrived at the Guardian Angel's Orphan Asylum. She'd just turned five when she'd been put on the orphan train.
"Forgive me for being skeptical." Daisy swallowed hard and looked up at him. "But I was told that I had no family."
"That's a lie," Dade said. "You've got me."
Daisy grimaced and seemed not the least bit repentant about her aversion to him. "If you're telling the truth."
Dade scrubbed a hand over his mouth to smother a curse that ached to burst free. What the hell could he do to convince his sister of the truth?
"Well, this is quite an interesting turn of events," Mrs. Gant said. "You don't favor each other at all. Pity you don't have a photograph of when you were children. We'd likely be able to put all doubts to rest then."
Truer words were never spoken. "There was one," he said, barely recalling the day it'd been taken but knowing it had happened all the same. "Ma kept it in her locket."
Daisy was clearly uncomfortable with his recollections for her cheeks turned pink, and she began fidgeting with something at her throat. He gave a passing glance at the blue cameo broach pinned to her bodice, then just gaped at the locket.
"That's it, handed down to her by her ma." He could'vesworn pure panic flared in Daisy's eyes. "Before Pa left us at the orphanage, he pinned that to your dress."
Her lower lip quivered as she turned to Mrs. Gant. "I don't know what to believe."
"Well, let's have a look inside that locket," Mrs. Gant said, taking the words right out of Dade's mouth.
Daisy squirmed, as if nervous over finding the proof of his claim. Finally she unclasped the cameo from her bodice, hesitated a moment, and then handed it to Mrs. Gant.
"My hands are shaking too badly to search for the clasp," Daisy said.
Not so for Mrs. Gant. The lady found and opened it before Daisy finished talking.
"There's nothing inside it," Mrs. Gant said.
Dade should've figured that'd be the case. And did Daisy just let out a sob? Or was that a sigh of relief?
The older woman closed the broach and pressed it back into Daisy's hand, then enfolded her in her arms. "There, there. You've been through too much, what with just hearing that your beau passed on. And now all this about having a lost brother."
"What happened to the photographs?" he asked his sister.
"I have no idea," Daisy said. "I didn't even know this was a locket until just now."
He snorted at that. How could she not know?
Mrs. Gant chastised him with a look that would've done a schoolmarm proud. But he wasn't backing down. Not now.
"Look at the back of the broach," he said, then stubbornly waited until she did as he said. "The inscription reads, 'Be true to yourself.' The initials TL are struck below it."
A frown marred Daisy's smooth brow. "Who's TL?"
"Our mother. Tessa Logan."
Her narrow shoulders slumped as she tightened her fingers around the broach in her hand. "That's it exactly. I guess that means you're telling the truth."
"It does. I've been looking for you for years," he said.
"Well now you've found me." She didn't sound particularly happy about it.
Dade couldn't fault her for that. He couldn't even grumble much about her hesitation now.
They were strangers. She'd lived a life apart from everything she'd known, just like him. She'd obviously lost her heart to Sheriff Emery and had intended to marry him. Or had she?
"Why didn't you come back last fall?" he asked.
"I couldn't decide if marrying Lester was the right thing to do," Daisy said, and avoided meeting his eyes. "By the time I knew what I wanted, winter hit and snowed me in."
That sounded fine on the surface, for he'd been stranded here as well. She'd gone back to wherever she'd called home, thought things over, and then returned to marry her beau. But Lester was dead, shot down by a young outlaw who was trigger-happy.
He reckoned it was better it happened now than after they'd married, leaving Daisy a young widow, perhaps with a baby. Yet Daisy didn't seem all that brokenhearted over Lester's death. In fact, she appeared more worried than anything.
"You never did say where you were raised," Dade said to break the awful silence.
Daisy fidgeted just enough to make him think she was uncomfortable talking about that. "A mining town west of the divide."
"This town have a name?" he asked.
She looked away. Swallowed. "Burland."
He'd heard of it. A couple of men had swindled claimsout of many a miner, ending up rich while the rest of the miners went broke. Considering the way she was dressed, he had a feeling she'd been raised in one of the rich households.
So why marry a poor small town sheriff when she could likely have her pick of gentlemen? Now that Lester Emery was gone, why stay here with a brother she didn't remember?
"Will you return to Burland now?" Mrs. Gant asked.
Daisy's narrow shoulders went stiff. "There's nothing left for me there."
Mrs. Gant tsked. "Then you should stay right here with your brother. That'll give you both time to get to know each other again."
"Thank you," Daisy said, her smile as thin as Dade's waning patience.
He ground his teeth. She wasn't sticking around because she wanted to get close to her brother again. Nope, she had nowhere else to go. That wasn't a kick in the shins but it came damned close.
His little sister had been a delicate, fragile child who'd clung to him. She'd been unbelievably shy and prone to tears. But the Daisy before him seemed to have developed the grit to take off on her own across the Great Divide.
She also possessed an alluring womanly charm that called to some need deep inside him. Hell, if he wasn't her brother he'd have been drawn to her.
He shook off those disquieting thoughts and focused on the problem at hand. He still didn't know what type of folks had taken in his sister and raised her.
Not that it mattered. She had him to protect her now, just like he'd sworn he'd do twenty odd years ago.
If she'd let him. Right now that didn't seem too likely.
Dade blew out a weary breath. For damn sure he had his work cut out for him gaining her trust.
Maggie Sutten read the determination in Dade Logan's brown eyes and knew with a sinking heart that she had landed smack dab between a rock and a hard place.
She'd had no idea that Daisy had a brother. A brother who was waiting here in Placid for her to return. A brother who'd spent years trying to find his sister.
Heavens to Betsy! Now he believed he'd done just that. Could things get any worse?
They surely would if Whit Ramsey found her.
However, for now she'd do well to play along with Dade Logan. That was the best way she could hide from Whit until she decided what to do next.
Yes, Whit would turn over every rock in Colorado looking for Maggie Sutten. He'd never dream she'd assumed another name and be living with a man.
And there was the advantage that Dade was a lawman. Though in truth she didn't think that would stop Whit from taking her.
A chill passed through her at the thought.
"Are you cold, dear?" Mrs. Gant asked.(Continues…)
Excerpted from "In a Cowboy's Arms"
Copyright © 2010 Janette Kenny.
Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP..
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
The plot was good, but the book has several confusing parts to it. I had to go back a page or two several times to make sure I hadn't misread or missed something. Great characters but time-line seemed unreal. Journey was too quick to be made on horseback in only a week. And I was VERY disappointed to not have a conclusion regarding Daisy. Love scenes were okay but not smoking hot. The whole book had many holes that needed to be filled.
I've always said that if every man who walked the face of the Earth wore a cowboy hat, life would be much better for the female population. There's just something about a man in one of those fantastic accessories. Perhaps, if the stunning vamp and werewolf in everybody's beloved Twilight wore Stetsons, than I'd finally understand what all the fuss is about. With this novel, however, I completely understand the fuss. Dade Logan is our main character. He's a lawman in Placid, Colorado in the year 1895, and is basically.bored. There's not a whole lot of crime in the small town of Placid. In fact, except for jailing the town drunk once in a while, Dade basically just spends all his time waiting for the one woman that he's dying to see again step off the train. Dade has a rough background. He has a variety of family members; some are foster family who took his shares of a ranch away and left Dade with nothing - while other family members are blood kin, and are a notorious gang of outlaws that Dade has tried to get away from for a long time. The one member of his family he does want to see more than anything is his little sister, Daisy. One day Daisy does step off the train into his small town, and Dade is beyond excited. She wears the cameo that their mother used to wear, so Dade knows that she's most definitely his long-lost sister. Unfortunately, for Dade, she has no idea that she even has a brother and can't understand why she would never have been told about him. Not only is she completely confused, but she's also extremely frightened. And.frightened for a very good reason.she's not Daisy. Maggie Sutten is the woman's name, and she knew Daisy Logan a long time ago when they were riding on an orphan train together. Coming upon a long lost brother, Maggie has no idea what to do. She can play along, but not for very long, seeing as that she's on the run from a bounty hunter. Not only that, but Maggie soon finds herself extremely attracted to Dade Logan - not exactly a feeling to have for someone who's supposed to be your brother. The boring town turns extremely exciting when Maggie tries to outwit, outplay, and outlast the men after her in order to disappear; The Logan Gang shows up in Dade's backyard ready to rob banks and make his life miserable; and, a local banker, who may have killed his own wife, and knows the bounty hunter that's tracking Maggie, decides to add himself into the already crowded, confused mess. Janette Kenny has done it again. Her story is fun, exciting, and offers a romance that makes all female readers extremely desperate to go back to the Old West and track down these men she writes about. Enjoy!
Maggie Sutton met Daisy Logan on the orphan train years ago. Now, not wanting to marry though having no choice if she stays, Maggie flees using Daisy's identity as a cover. In 1895 Colorado, Sheriff Dade Logan meets "Daisy" but she fails to recognize him. He quickly concludes she is not who she claims to be though he has not seen his sister Daisy in two decades when as siblings they were separated. Dade gets her to admit she is Margaret Sutton. To her consternation she is also attracted to the lawman-rancher; Maggie agrees to help him find Daisy. As they search for Daisy, an unscrupulous bounty hunter stalks Maggie and his outlawing relatives cause them havoc. This is a terrific western romance starring two strong characters and like its predecessor (see A Cowboy Christmas) leaves the audience believing they are in 1895 in the wild west (Colorado in this case, Wyoming previously). The story line is fast-paced with a strong lead couple and powerful support cast. With a solid fine overarching mystery and knowing at least one more "Foster Brothers" cowboy romance will be published, readers will appreciate this delightful entry. Harriet Klausner
First time I have read this author. It was a really good western romance. I love the cowboys in these stories. Will look for more.
Very good story
This was an amazing story and adventure to find a lost sister. But Dade and Maggie find each other instead. Very entertaining but I don't understand what books will come after for his sister and foster brothers.
The bare bones of the story were good. Brother searching desperately for sister put on Orphan Train. Maggie running from forced marriage to rich man. Dade And Maggie have the hots for each other. Now I get that its a romance but they seemed to be retreading the same words and feeling in every single chapter. On top of that after Dade spends enormous time and energy evading Mr Rich---she goes behind his back and sends a telegram to her pursuer. Which worked out because it turns out he didn't want her anyway!! Oh and they never do find his sister. How annoying is that. There is one more subplot but its to drab and confusing to mention.
In a Cowboy¿s Arms is the second installment of The Lost Sons trilogy. This story is about the middle son¿s search for his lost sister, but instead he finds the love of a good woman. Dade Logan has one true goal in his life¿to find his baby sister Daisy. As children they were put into an orphanage by their father Clete Logan, who later became an outlaw and the leader of the Logan Gang. They were separated when Daisy was put on the orphan train and shipped out west. Now over two decades later, Dade is the Sheriff of a small town in Colorado, the town that is the last known location of Daisy. When Maggie Sutton got off the train in Placid, Colorado she was a woman who was hiding from a dismal future. Using the name of a friend from her childhood, she had no idea what kind of consequences were in store for her. All she anticipated was a quick stop over until she figured out her future plans. What she didn¿t expect was to find a man that was claiming to be her brother, the brother to Daisy Logan. Two people running; one from her future and one that is running to find his past. Their journey takes them many miles and together they find what they were both missing¿each other. This is a sweet tale. Dade and Maggie¿s worlds collide and together they find ways to heal and be stronger together. I found myself enjoying this book. Not that I didn¿t expect any less from Ms. Kenny. It was a pleasant read with no surprises and very little nail biting excitement, just good old fashioned romance. There were no clichéd misunderstandings, odd love triangles or erotic sex scenes, just good steamy reading. I will say though, Maggie¿s seduction of Dade was very cute and yet sexy. It was a nice touch to a historical romance novel. I will admit that I did adore Reid¿s novel, A Cowboys Christmas, more. Maybe it was because he was more tortured and in need of saving or maybe because there was a touch of mystery, oh who knows. Dade was just a man with a mission and short of his outlaw family, had little baggage in my eyes. In a Cowboy¿s Arms is still a lovely story that fits nicely in this trilogy. I am looking forward to Trey¿s novel: Cowboy Come Home. So if you are looking for an enjoyable and easy read then pick up In a Cowboy¿s Arms. It is a charming look into the historical west and the sexy cowboys that roam the plains.
Colorado Sherrif Dade Logan has waited 20 years to be reunited with his sister Daisy. But when she turns up she doesn't know him and he cannot recognize her. What he doesn't know is that it's not really Daisy he is meeting, but her friend Maggie Sutton. Maggie is in trouble and will do anything she has to do to escape her troubles., even impersonate another person. Only the closer she gets to Dade, the more she wants to open up to him. But is it too dangerous to trust a lawman? And will he break more than her heart by the time she is done? In a Cowboy's Arms by Janette Kenny is a fast-paced romance with enough action and adventure mixed in to keep you turning pages all the faster. I loved the combination of angst and romance that kept me wanting more. Dade is a alpha cowboy who is determined to find his sister. With the tragedies both he and his sister went through, I cannot say I blame him for being so determined. I think he is a wonderful person, despite his circumstances. I was cheering for him all the way. Likewise, Maggie is a feisty character and a survivor. I really appreciated seeing a female character that had a backbone and wasn't afraid to use it. Yet, she has an inner softness that made me really like her and want the best for her. In a Cowboys Arms is a wonderful read with strong characters and a storyline I couldn't let go of. This is my first novel by Janette Kenny, but if In a Cowboys Arms is anything to go by, I am certain I will really enjoy any Kenny book and the characters it brings to life.