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that it would be like this for the rest of their lives. That he would be the rock and she would be the sunshine for their child and for each other. And that they would be a family.

Forever.

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Read on for a sparkling excerpt of New York Times bestselling author Maisey Yates’s new release,

The Last Christmas Cowboy

The next instalment in her Gold Valley series!

This Christmas, cowgirl Rose Daniels is determined to play matchmaker to ensure her beloved sister will meet someone under the mistletoe. She enlists the reluctant help of family friend Logan Heath, but his insistence that she doesn’t understand chemistry is exasperating. Until they share one electrifying moment that shows her exactly what chemistry is all about, and it becomes outrageously, irresistibly intriguing...

Logan hates the holidays. They are a painful reminder of the family he lost and a time of year he always wants to spend on his own. But Rose refuses to let him. Logan’s worked for years to keep his attraction to her under wraps—she’s his best friend’s youngest sister and she couldn’t be more off-limits. He’s the last cowboy that innocent Rose should ever kiss, but this Christmas, will Logan become the only cowboy she’ll ever want?

Keep reading to get a glimpse of

The Last Christmas Cowboy

The Last Christmas Cowboy

by Maisey Yates

CHAPTER ONE

ROSE DANIELS WAS happy with her life. She had the best job in the entire world, working on Hope Springs Ranch, spending her days outdoors riding horses and wrangling cattle. She loved it. The idea of having an office job made her want to crawl out of her skin, and the thought of sitting still was even less appealing than that.

Sure, her primary coworker was hardheaded and a bit of a pain, but Logan was also like a brother to her, a good friend and a decent enough horseman.

Her brother Ryder was the boss, and he could be a whole challenge, but ultimately, he was the one who had raised her after the death of their parents, and she loved him with all of her heart. Working on the ranch allowed her to be close to her family, another bonus of the whole situation.

And over the last couple of years, she had watched her sister Pansy find the love of her life, followed by her brother Ryder, with his best friend Sammy.

It had her thinking a lot, though, about her sister Iris.

Rose was the youngest of the Daniels children, and after the death of their parents, it was Iris who had taken on the maternal role for Rose.

She’d always been there for Rose, for the whole family. Cooking, cleaning, offering support. She’d combed Rose’s hair for school, helped choose her clothes. Had walked Rose through buying her first bra and all the other ills of puberty.

And Iris was still living at the ranch, cooking for all of them, caring for them all.

Rose had to wonder if it was why Iris didn’t seem to care at all for herself. If it was why Iris was alone.

Rose didn’t like to see Iris alone. She had been so young and helpless when her parents had died. She hadn’t been able to take care of anyone. They’d all cared for her. She wasn’t a child anymore, though. That early feeling of helplessness had formed her. Shaped her. And now...now she wanted to fix things. It was who she was. It was the way she’d found a place on the family ranch. The way she’d made herself matter. Whether it was a calf with an ankle injury or a person with a wound in their heart, Rose wanted to see that it was put to rights.

And now she was considering Iris. Who, were they in Regency times, would be considered a spinster. Not even just close to being on the shelf. Not even simply past her initial first blush.

Granted, it was not the Regency period, and it wasn’t really fair to judge anything by those standards. But, Iris was a traditional sort of woman, and Rose imagined that her sister must want to be in love and married.

“Rose, get your head out of the clouds and your feet back in the mud. We’ve got work to do.”

She glanced over at Logan, who was standing there looking taciturn, his tan cowboy hat pulled down low over his eyes. He was wearing a matching work jacket and gloves, and seeing him appropriately dressed made her skin prickle with goose bumps, more aware of the chill in the air than she’d