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  Selected praise for

  New York Times and USA TODAY

  bestselling author Brenda Jackson

  “Brenda Jackson writes romance that sizzles

  and characters you fall in love with.”

  —New York Times and USA TODAY

  bestselling author Lori Foster

  “Jackson’s trademark ability to weave

  multiple characters and side stories together

  makes shocking truths all the more exciting.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “Jackson’s characters are wonderful, strong,

  colorful and hot enough to burn the pages.”

  —RT Book Reviews on Westmoreland’s Way

  “The kind of sizzling, heart-tugging story

  Brenda Jackson is famous for.”

  —RT Book Reviews on Spencer’s Forbidden Passion

  “This is entertainment at its best.”

  —RT Book Reviews on Star of His Heart

  Selected books by Brenda Jackson

  Desire

  *Delaney’s Desert Sheikh #1473

  *A Little Dare #1533

  *Thorn’s Challenge #1552

  *Stone Cold Surrender #1601

  *Riding the Storm #1625

  *Jared’s Counterfeit Fiancée #1654

  *The Chase Is On #1690

  *The Durango Affair #1727

  *Ian’s Ultimate Gamble #1756

  *Seduction, Westmoreland Style #1778

  *Spencer’s Forbidden Passion #1838

  *Taming Clint Westmoreland #1850

  *Cole’s Red-Hot Pursuit #1874

  *Quade’s Babies #1911

  *Tall, Dark…Westmoreland! #1928

  *Westmoreland’s Way #1975

  *Hot Westmoreland Nights #2000

  *What a Westmoreland Wants #2035

  *A Wife for a Westmoreland #2077

  *The Proposal #2089

  Kimani Arabesque

  †Whispered Promises

  †Eternally Yours

  †One Special Moment

  †Fire and Desire

  †Secret Love

  †True Love

  †Surrender

  †Sensual Confessions

  †Inseparable

  Kimani Romance

  **Solid Soul #1

  **Night Heat #9

  **Beyond Temptation #25

  **Risky Pleasures #37

  **Irresistible Forces #89

  **Intimate Seduction #145

  **Hidden Pleasures #189

  BRENDA JACKSON

  is a die “heart” romantic who married her childhood sweetheart and still proudly wears the “going steady” ring he gave her when she was fifteen. Because she’s always believed in the power of love, Brenda’s stories always have happy endings. In her real-life love story, Brenda and her husband of thirty-eight years live in Jacksonville, Florida, and have two sons.

  A New York Times bestselling author of more than seventy-five romance titles, Brenda is a recent retiree who now divides her time between family, writing and traveling with Gerald. You may write Brenda at P.O. Box 28267, Jacksonville, Florida 32226, by email at [email protected] or visit her website at www.brendajackson.net.

  BRENDA JACKSON

  THE PROPOSAL & SOLID SOUL

  Dear Reader,

  This is it! The Proposal is the twentieth book in The Westmorelands series and the fifth book about those Denver Westmorelands. For those two reasons alone I knew this story was special from the moment I began writing it.

  I always thought of Jason Westmoreland as the quiet storm. He was that one Westmoreland who didn’t have a lot to say and wouldn’t have a lot to say…until it was his time to take center stage. Now it is his time.

  I love writing about family, and I’m pleased to announce that also included in this book is the first book of my Steele Family series, Chance Steele’s story. Including this story is our way to introduce you to another one of my families of strong, too-good-to-be-true, irresistible and handsome men.

  In Solid Soul, a single mother and a single father get caught in a web that is woven just for them by their matchmaking offspring. This is definitely my version of The Parent Trap.

  Sit back and enjoy both Jason Westmoreland and Chance Steele’s stories. And with every Brenda Jackson book, it is suggested you have a cold drink ready. These stories are hot!

  Happy reading!

  Brenda Jackson

  CONTENTS

  THE PROPOSAL

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  EPILOGUE

  SOLID SOUL

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  THE PROPOSAL

  To Gerald Jackson, Sr. My one and only.

  To all my readers who enjoy reading about the

  Westmorelands, this book is especially for you!

  To my Heavenly Father. How Great Thou Art.

  He hath made everything beautiful in his time.

  —Ecclesiastes 3:11 KJV

  PROLOGUE

  “HELLO, MA’AM, I’M JASON Westmoreland and I’d like to welcome you to Denver.”

  Even before she turned around, the deep, male voice had Bella Bostwick’s stomach clenching as the throaty sound vibrated across her skin. And then when she gazed up into his eyes she had to practically force oxygen into her lungs. He had to be the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen.

  For a moment she couldn’t speak nor was she able to control her gaze from roaming over him and appreciating everything she saw. He was tall, way over six feet, with dark brown eyes, sculpted cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. And then there was his skin, a deep, rich chocolate-brown that had her remembering her craving for that particular treat and how delicious it was. But nothing could be more appealing than his lips and the way they were shaped. Sensuous. Sumptuous. A perfect pair for the sexy smile curving them.

  He said he was a Westmoreland and because this charity ball was given on behalf of the Westmoreland Foundation, she could only assume he was one of those Westmorelands.

  She took the hand he’d extended and wished she hadn’t when a heated sizzle rode up her spine the moment she touched it. She tried forcing the sensation away. “And I’m Elizabeth Bostwick, but I prefer just Bella.”

  The smile curving his lips widened a fraction, enough to send warm blood rushing through her veins. “Hi, Bella.”

  The way he pronounced her name was ultrasexy. She thought his smile was intoxicating and definitely contagious, which was the reason she could so easily return it. “Hi, Jason.”

  “First, I’d like to offer my condolences on the loss of your grandfather.”

  “Thank you.”

  “And then I’m hoping the two of us could talk about the ranch you inherited. If you decide to sell it, I’d like to put in my bid for both the ranch and Herc
ules.”

  Bella drew in a deep breath. Her grandfather Herman Bostwick had died last month and left his land and prized stallion to her. She had seen the horse when she’d come to town for the reading of the will and would admit he was beautiful. She had returned to Denver from Savannah only yesterday to handle more legal matters regarding her grandfather’s estate. “I haven’t decided what I plan on doing regarding the ranch or the livestock, but if I do decide to sell I will keep your interest in mind. But I need to make you aware that according to my uncle Kenneth there are others who’ve expressed the same interest.”

  “Yes, I’m sure there are.”

  He had barely finished his sentence when her uncle suddenly appeared at her side and spoke up. “Westmoreland.”

  “Mr. Bostwick.”

  Bella immediately picked up strong negative undercurrents radiating between the two men and the extent of it became rather obvious when her uncle said in a curt tone, “It’s time to leave, Bella.”

  She blinked. “Leave? But we just got here, Uncle Kenneth.”

  Her uncle smiled down at her as he tucked her arm underneath his. “Yes, dear, but you just arrived in town yesterday and have been quite busy since you’ve gotten here taking care of business matters.”

  She arched a brow as she stared at the great-uncle she only discovered she had a few weeks ago. He hadn’t been concerned with how exhausted she was when he’d insisted she accompany him here tonight, saying it was her place to attend this gala in her grandfather’s stead.

  “Good night, Westmoreland. I’m taking my niece home.”

  She barely had time to bid Jason farewell when her uncle escorted her to the door. As they proceeded toward the exit she couldn’t help glancing over her shoulder to meet Jason’s gaze. It was intense and she could tell he hadn’t appreciated her uncle’s abruptness. And then she saw a smile touch his lips again and she couldn’t help reciprocate by smiling back. Was he flirting with her? Was she with him?

  “Jason Westmoreland is someone you don’t want to get to know, Bella,” Kenneth Bostwick said in a gruff tone, apparently noticing the flirtatious exchange between them.

  She turned to glance up at her uncle as they walked out into the night. People were still arriving. “Why?”

  “He wants Herman’s land. None of the Westmorelands are worth knowing. They think they can do whatever the hell they please around these parts.” He interrupted her thoughts by saying, “There’re a bunch of them and they own a lot of land on the outskirts of town.”

  She lifted an arched brow. “Near where my grandfather lived?”

  “Yes. In fact, Jason Westmoreland’s land is adjacent to Herman’s.”

  “Really?” She smiled warmly at the thought that Jason Westmoreland lived on property that connected to the land she’d inherited. Technically that made her his neighbor. No wonder he wants to buy my land, she thought to herself.

  “It’s a good thing you’re selling Herman’s land, but I wouldn’t sell it to him under any circumstances.”

  She frowned when he opened the car for her to get in. “I haven’t decided what I plan to do with the ranch, Uncle Kenneth,” she reminded him.

  He chuckled. “What is there to decide? You know nothing about ranching and a woman of your delicacy, breeding and refinement belongs back in Savannah and not here in Denver trying to run a hundred-acre ranch and enduring harsh winters. Like I told you earlier, I already know someone who wants to buy the ranch along with all the livestock—especially that stallion Hercules. They’re offering a lot of money. Just think of all the shoes, dresses and hats you’ll be able to buy, not to mention a real nice place near the Atlantic Ocean.”

  Bella didn’t say anything. She figured this was probably not the time to tell him that as far as she was concerned there was a lot to decide because none of those things he’d mentioned meant anything to her. She refused to make a decision about her inheritance too hastily.

  As her uncle’s car pulled out of the parking lot, she settled back against the plush leather seats and remembered the exact moment her and Jason Westmoreland’s eyes had met.

  It was a connection she doubted she would ever forget.

  CHAPTER ONE

  One month later

  “DID YOU HEAR HERMAN BOSTWICK’S granddaughter is back in Denver and rumor has it she’s here to stay?”

  Jason Westmoreland’s ears perked up on the conversation between his sister-in-law Pam and his two cousins-in-law Chloe and Lucia. He was at his brother Dillon’s house, stretched out on the living room floor playing around with his six-month-old nephew, Denver.

  Although the ladies had retired to the dining room to sit at the table and chat, it wasn’t hard to hear what they were saying and he thought there was no reason for him not to listen. Especially when the woman they were discussing was a woman who’d captured his attention the moment he’d met her last month at a charity ball. She was a woman he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since.

  “Her name is Elizabeth but she goes by Bella,” Lucia, who’d recently married his cousin Derringer, was saying. “She came into Dad’s paint store the other day and I swear she is simply beautiful. She looks so out of place here in Denver, a real Southern belle amidst a bunch of roughnecks.”

  “And I hear she intends to run the ranch alone. Her uncle Kenneth has made it known he won’t be lifting one finger to help her,” Pam said in disgust. “The nerve of the man to be so darn selfish. He was counting on her selling that land to Myers Smith who promised to pay him a bunch of money if the deal went through. It seems everyone would love to get their hands on that land and especially that stallion Hercules.”

  Including me, Jason thought, as he rolled the ball toward his nephew but kept his ears wide-open. He hadn’t known Bella Bostwick had returned to Denver and wondered if she remembered he was interested in purchasing her land and Hercules. He definitely hoped so. His thoughts then shifted to Kenneth Bostwick. The man’s attitude didn’t surprise him. He’d always acted as if he was entitled, which is probably the reason Kenneth and Herman never got along. And since Herman’s death, Kenneth had let it be known around town that he felt the land Bella had inherited should be his. Evidently Herman hadn’t seen it that way and had left everything in his will to the granddaughter he’d never met.

  “Well, I hope she’s cautious as to who she hires to help out on that ranch. I can see a woman that beautiful drawing men in droves, and some will be men who she needs to be leery of,” Chloe said.

  Jason frowned at the thought of any man drawn to her and didn’t fully understand why he reacted that way. Lucia was right in saying Bella was beautiful. He had been totally captivated the moment he’d first seen her. And it had been obvious Kenneth Bostwick hadn’t wanted him anywhere near his niece.

  Kenneth never liked him and had envied Jason’s relationship with old man Herman Bostwick. Most people around these parts had considered Herman mean, ornery and craggy, but Jason was not one of them. He would never forget the one time he had run away from home at eleven and spent the night hidden in Bostwick’s barn. The old man had found him the next morning and returned him to his parents. But not before feeding him a tasty breakfast and getting him to help gather eggs from the chickens and milk the cows. It was during that time he’d discovered Herman Bostwick wasn’t as mean as everyone thought. In fact, Herman had only been a lonely old man.

  Jason had gone back to visit Herman often over the years and had been there the night Hercules had been born. He’d known the moment he’d seen the colt that he would be special. And Herman had even told him that the horse would one day be his. Herman had died in his sleep a few months ago and now his ranch and every single thing on it, including Hercules, belonged to his granddaughter. Everyone assumed she would sell the ranch, but from what he was hearing she had moved to Denver from Savannah.

  He hoped to hell she had thought through her decision. Colorado’s winters were rough, especially in Denver. And running a spread as big as
the one she’d inherited wasn’t easy for an experienced rancher; he didn’t want to think how it would be for someone who knew nothing about it. Granted, if she kept Marvin Allen on as the foreman things might not be so bad, but still, there were a number of ranch hands and some men didn’t take kindly to a woman who lacked experience being their boss.

  “I think the neighborly thing for us to do is to pay her a visit and welcome her to the area. We can also let her know if there’s anything she needs she can call on us,” Pam said, interrupting his thoughts.

  “I agree,” both Lucia and Chloe chimed in.

  He couldn’t help but agree, as well. Paying his new neighbor a visit and welcoming her to the area was the right thing to do, and he intended to do just that. He might have lost out on a chance to get the ranch but he still wanted Hercules.

  But even more than that, he wanted to get to know Bella Bostwick better.

  BELLA STEPPED OUT OF the house and onto the porch and looked around at the vast mountains looming before her. The picturesque view almost took her breath away and reminded her of why she had defied her family and moved here from Savannah two weeks ago.

  Her overprotective parents had tried talking her out of what they saw as a foolish move on her part mainly because they hadn’t wanted her out of their sight. It had been bad enough while growing up when she’d been driven to private schools by a chauffeur each day and trailed everywhere she went by a bodyguard until she was twenty-one.

  And the sad thing was that she hadn’t known about her grandfather’s existence until she was notified of the reading of his will. She hadn’t been informed in time to attend the funeral services and a part of her was still upset with her parents for keeping that from her.

  She didn’t know what happened to put a permanent wedge between father and son, but whatever feud that existed between them should not have included her. She’d had every right to get to know Herman Bostwick and now he was gone. When she thought about the summers she could have spent here visiting him instead of being shipped away to some camp for the summer she couldn’t help but feel angry. She used to hate those camps and the snooty kids that usually went to them.