Free PDF Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), by Ann Roth
Often, checking out Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth is extremely dull and also it will certainly take long period of time beginning with getting the book as well as begin reviewing. Nevertheless, in modern-day age, you can take the developing modern technology by making use of the internet. By web, you could see this web page and start to look for guide Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth that is needed. Wondering this Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth is the one that you need, you can go with downloading and install. Have you comprehended ways to get it?
Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), by Ann Roth
Free PDF Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), by Ann Roth
Just how a concept can be got? By looking at the stars? By seeing the sea and also checking out the sea weaves? Or by reviewing a book Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth Everyone will have particular particular to obtain the motivation. For you that are dying of books as well as constantly obtain the inspirations from publications, it is actually wonderful to be here. We will show you hundreds compilations of the book Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth to read. If you such as this Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth, you could additionally take it as all yours.
The benefits to take for checking out the books Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth are pertaining to improve your life quality. The life top quality will not only concerning just how much understanding you will certainly obtain. Even you read the enjoyable or enjoyable publications, it will help you to have boosting life high quality. Really feeling enjoyable will certainly lead you to do something completely. Additionally, the book Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth will offer you the driving lesson to take as a great reason to do something. You may not be pointless when reading this e-book Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth
Never ever mind if you do not have enough time to head to the book store and also look for the favourite book to review. Nowadays, the online publication Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth is pertaining to provide ease of checking out behavior. You might not have to go outdoors to search the book Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth Searching as well as downloading and install guide entitle Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth in this post will offer you much better solution. Yeah, on-line book Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth is a sort of electronic publication that you could get in the web link download provided.
Why ought to be this online publication Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth You could not need to go somewhere to check out guides. You can review this e-book Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth every time and every where you really want. Also it is in our extra time or feeling bored of the works in the office, this is right for you. Get this Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth right now as well as be the quickest individual which finishes reading this publication Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), By Ann Roth
WHAT SHE NEEDS
Emily Miles already has plenty on her plate. She has to care for the dogs she rescues, find staff and volunteers for her shelter, not to mention raise money to keep The Wagging Tail going. So when the new, desperately needed part-time vet starts stirring up her insides, Emily tells herself it's just gratitude she's feeling. She can't jeopardize the shelter by getting involved with Seth Pettit.
Seth has his own plateful: a teenage ward who hates him, an estranged family he's trying to mend fences with and a living to make in small-town Montana. Tough but delicate Emily needs a full-time partner, and that just can't be him. Not as a vet or a man. So why does he want to be both?
- Sales Rank: #338972 in eBooks
- Published on: 2015-01-01
- Released on: 2015-01-01
- Format: Kindle eBook
About the Author
Ann Roth lives in Seattle with her husband. After earning an MBA, she worked as a banker and corporate trainer. She gave up that life to write, and if they awarded PhDs in writing happily-ever-after stories she'd have one. In 1999 Ann won the Golden Heart for unpublished writers for best long series. Since then she has sold numerous romance and women's fiction novels, a novella and short stories.
For more information, visit www.annroth.net
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
So far, this had been a day of surprises—and not the good kind. Sitting at the front office desk, Emily Miles massaged her temples and thought back to eight o'clock, on what she'd assumed would be a normal Tuesday. She'd assumed wrong.
First Rich Addison, the seventy-something veterinarian who had volunteered at The Wagging Tail since Emily had opened the shelter four years ago, had shared the unwelcome news that he was retiring.
Retiring! The poor man's wife had given him an ultimatum—either leave his career behind and start traveling with her, or live out the rest of his days as a divorced man. His last day was Friday. Emily had no idea where she'd find his replacement, and Rich hadn't come up with any names, either.
On this warm, sunny day in the second week of September—normal weather for Prosperity, Montana—she'd opened all the windows. She easily heard the collective howls and barks coming from the dog runs in the backyard, where the six abandoned and/or abused animals she was sheltering until she found them good homes were enjoying the day as best as they could. At least they had been. The unhappy sounds made her wonder if they somehow understood this dire news and what it meant.
Because without an on-call veterinarian to come in when necessary, she would have no way of knowing if the animals she took in suffered from a contagious disease, or how to treat those in need of medical attention. She would be forced to close down.
Then where would these abandoned, innocent creatures go? To the pound, where they would probably be euthanized. Emily couldn't bear the thought.
An annual fund-raiser brought in enough to keep The Wagging Tail afloat, and Emily counted every penny. As yet, the only two people on the payroll were herself, and she took only enough to cover the rent and supplies, and Mrs. Oakes, the part-time office manager.
As busy as Emily was with the shelter, she also ran a website design and management business from home. The work took up considerable time, but was interesting and covered her personal bills, and sometimes subsidized shortages that fund-raising didn't cover.
But neither her earnings nor the shelter's budget was enough to pay a veterinarian. Someday. For now, she needed a volunteer, preferably long-term. The trouble was, most of the animal doctors in town worked full-time and then some, devoting any spare time to other, larger facilities. Finding someone willing to come to her little shelter without compensation was difficult.
If that wasn't enough, Emily needed him or her by the end of the week—just three days from now.
Could the day get any worse?
It could and had. While she was still reeling from Rich's stunning news, Mrs. Oakes, who worked Tuesday through Friday, had called in sick with a case of stomach flu. Edgar, the senior citizen volunteer who answered the phones on Mondays, had been busy with other commitments, leaving Emily to man the front desk. Then the Tates, the couple scheduled to foster and, fingers crossed, adopt the high-strung red setter that had been at the shelter for nearly a week, had postponed until Friday. With the kennel filled to capacity, Emily had counted on freeing up the dog's cage for another animal in need.
Instead she'd had to turn away two dogs. She'd spent several hours calling everyone she knew, pleading for someone to take in one or both animals. With a lot of begging, she'd finally found them temporary homes. They needed to be seen by a vet, and someone needed to pay for those services.
Her head was pounding now, and her empty stomach was demanding food. With a sigh, she stood and carried her half-empty mug of tepid coffee through the archway off the front office, which had once been a living room. A short walk down the hall led to her small office, formerly a den. There she retrieved her purse from under the desk and dug through it for aspirin. She downed the pills with a healthy slug of the coffee—a combination guaranteed to give her stomach fits if she didn't eat posthaste.
Until now, she hadn't had the time. "I need lunch," she said.
Susannah, the three-legged whippet Emily had taken in and adopted when she'd first opened the shelter, had been napping on the doggy bed in the corner. Now she trotted over—if you could call her odd, limping gait a trot.
Although Emily lived in the apartment upstairs, every morning she stowed a sack lunch in the kitchen on the main floor. Susannah accompanied her there, licking her chops and wagging her tail.
"You already had your meal," Emily said, but the dog knew she was a soft touch.
Moments later, she returned to Mrs. Oakes's desk with the sack lunch and a fresh cup of coffee. Susannah was excited now, yipping and grinning as only she could. "Oh, all right," Emily said. "But first, sit!"
She quickly obeyed. Emily always marveled over that. After all, Susannah had only one front leg. When she'd arrived at the shelter at the age of about one year, she hadn't even been house-trained.
"Good girl," Emily cooed. Reaching into the lunch bag, she pulled out the dog treat Susannah had known was there. Seconds later, content, the dog settled down on the braided rug nearby.
Emily was munching on her sandwich when the two-way radio buzzed. Caroline, one of the regular volunteers, was out back with the dogs.
"I have to leave soon," she said. "Do you want me to put everyone back in the kennel?"
"They've been out for a while now, and I cleaned their cages and filled their food and water dishes, so yes. Thanks, Caroline—you're the best." Emily meant that. The volunteers who gave so much of their time and effort kept the shelter going.
She finished her lunch, sipping her coffee and culling through applications from the high school kids who wanted to volunteer this semester. Doing so would earn them community-service credit, an annual requirement for students at all four of Prosperity's high schools.
Suddenly Susannah woofed, moved awkwardly to her feet and loped toward the door with her tail wagging. It had taken almost two years of patience and TLC, but she'd finally learned to trust people. The bell over the door jingled.
"Come here." Emily snapped her fingers. The dog obeyed, but wasn't happy about it.
An instant later, a girl entered the office. She looked to be fourteen or so, and was tall and gangly, just as Emily had been at that age. Her shoulder-length, light brown hair had bright red streaks in it, and bangs that same red all but obscured her large eyes. She moved hesitantly toward Emily, her obvious self-consciousness at odds with the sullen look on her face.
It was that contrast that reminded Emily of her own painful adolescent years, as a lonely teen whose mother worked long hours to put a roof over their heads, after Emily's father had left.
"Hi." She smiled. "I'm Emily Miles, the founder of The Wagging Tail."
"Hi." Not even a semblance of a smile.
Susannah jumped up and raced forward with her tail waving. Smiling now, which did wonders for her face, the girl petted the happy canine. "Cool dog. What happened to his leg?"
"Actually, she's female. Her name is Susannah. When she arrived at the shelter, she had a bad infection in her foreleg. We had to amputate."
The girl looked horrified. As if knowing they were talking about her, Susannah woofed softly and retreated to the rug.
"Some of the dogs we take in are in pretty bad shape," Emily said. "But with love, patience and a good home, miracles can happen. I'll bet you're here because you want to do a semester of community service at The Wagging Tail."
The girl's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know?"
"It's that time of year. I didn't catch your name."
"Taylor."
"Nice to meet you. Which school do you attend?"
"Trenton High."
The school was less than a mile from the shelter. Emily nodded. "Are you a freshman?"
"Sophomore."
"Okay. Do you have any experience with dogs?"
Taylor looked at her as if she were crazy. "I like them."
"Have you ever owned or taken care of one?"
The girl shook her head and crossed her arms. "Why are you asking so many questions? I said I liked them." As in, Isn't that enough?
Not exactly the warm and friendly personality Emily wanted at the shelter. Although Taylor had been both with Susannah. As a teen, Emily had never been this sullen, certainly not when she wanted a job.
"I've had a lot of interest from high school kids this semester, and I may be full," she said. Most of them had left any attitude behind and put on their best faces. "But if you'd like to fill out an application, I'll look it over and get back to you."
"You don't want me."
For one telling moment, Taylor's shoulders slumped. Then the surly look reappeared and she raised her head.
Emily guessed that she'd been rejected by someone, somewhere. Having been there herself, when her father had walked out of her life, she sympathized. "I didn't say that," she replied with a smile. "School started in late August, and here we are a few weeks later. Most of the kids who want to work here applied last week." She patted the stack of applications on the desk. "I'm in the process of selecting volunteers now."
"We only moved here a few days before school started. I would've come in sooner, but I just found out about this place."
While it seemed a plausible excuse, Emily wondered if Taylor's attitude had cost her opportunities at other organizations. Wanting to help the girl, she opened a desk drawer and pulled out a blank application. "There's still time to apply." She handed the form over. "Why don't you fill this out?"
"Whatever." The girl stuffed the paper into her backpack. "Where are the other dogs?"
"They spent most of the afternoon out back. Now they're in the kennel—that building over there." Emily pointed at what had once been a large, detached garage. "Would you like to meet them?"
"Uh, yeah." Taylor's snarky tone indicated that this was obvious.
Shaking her head at the girl's hostility, Emily leashed Susannah, then led Taylor down the concrete walkway. The afternoon sun had barely begun its descent toward the horizon, but already the air was noticeably cooler and felt like autumn. In central Montana, the weather was known to change quickly, and in a matter of hours, the temperature could vary by as much as twenty degrees.
Leaving Susannah tethered outside the kennel, Emily opened the door and gestured for Taylor to enter. Harvey, the architect Emily had met when he'd adopted a mixed-breed female from the shelter, and who she'd started dating soon after, had reconfigured the garage into a perfect space to house the dogs. Six large cages were spread across the clean cement floor, each equipped with a dog bed, and food and water bowls. A sink and tub for bathing the animals filled one corner, and a stainless steel exam table took up another, along with shelves and cabinets laden with towels and supplies. One large, airy window flooded the space with light, and good insulation and a heating and cooling system kept the temperature comfortable no matter what the weather.
"As you can see, we're currently filled up," Emily said. Taylor looked puzzled. "But there are only six dogs here."
"Unfortunately, right now, this is all I have room for. We also have two quarantine huts for when new dogs come in."
Another of Harvey's contributions to the shelter. Emily could actually think about him now without a twinge of the heartbreak she'd suffered when he'd left some fifteen months earlier.
Taylor angled her head and frowned. "Why do you quarantine new dogs?"
"Because they might carry infectious diseases, and we don't want to expose the other animals."
A brown-and-white spaniel-terrier mix whined, and Taylor headed forward.
"Wait," Emily cautioned in a low voice. "He's been abused and could bite you out of fear. To keep him from feeling threatened, lower your eyes and put your knuckles close to the bars so that he can smell you."
Taylor looked taken aback, but complied. After much sniffing and studying her, the dog at last licked her hand through the bars.
"He likes me." She looked pleased. "What's his name?"
"We don't usually name them," Emily explained. "We let the families who adopt them do that."
She checked her watch. The front office had been empty for some minutes now. "I need to get back to the office, in case the phone rings or someone else comes in."
Taylor nodded, and they headed back. As they sauntered down the walkway, the girl's cell phone trilled out bars from some rock song. "If you wanna stick around you gotta cut me some slack," a male voice twanged.
She glanced at the screen and frowned before answering. "Hey, Seth," she said in a bored voice. She listened a moment. "No, I ditched the bus. I'm at The Wagging Tail. The. Wagging. Tail," she repeated, with exaggerated impatience. "It's a dog shelter?" Another silence. "It's for community service. I'm supposed to volunteer, remember? Can you pick me up here?" She listened again. "Yeah, I know I was supposed to call." The irritated breath she blew was loud enough for the person on the other end to hear. "I forgot, okay? Bye." She disconnected.
Talk about unfriendly. She'd been okay with the dogs, but Emily couldn't picture her working at the shelter. Not when Emily had the pick of kids she assumed would be easier to work with. Still, it was only fair to look at her application—provided she turned one in.
"Seth will be here in a little while," Taylor muttered.
"Is he your boyfriend?" If so, the poor boy was a glutton for punishment.
"Boyfriend? Eww." The girl pantomimed sticking her finger down her throat. "Seth is an adult—he's why we moved here."
Ah, so he was Taylor's father. Emily couldn't believe she called him by his first name. This girl was a handful, and Emily felt for the parents. She imagined that if she'd ever called her dad by his first name, she'd have been in major trouble. That is, if he'd stuck around until she hit her teenage years. Since he'd taken off when she was nine, she could only guess.
"Where are you from?" she asked as they entered the front office.
"San Diego."
"That's a big city. Even at the height of tourist season, we only have about seventy thousand residents in Prosperity." Most of the locals were either ranchers or made their living from the tourists, who flocked to the area in late spring and summer for hiking and fishing. And also to visit Prosperity Falls, which was famous for its beauty and a popular place for marriage proposals and weddings. "When the tourists leave, we drop down to sixty thousand," she added. "Is Seth a rancher? Is that why you decided to move here?"
"You ask a lot of questions," Taylor said. "I didn't get a say in whether I moved or not. Otherwise, I would've stayed in San Diego. Seth isn't a rancher, but he used to live here. His brother has a ranch on the other side of town."
Interesting. "What's his profession?"
"He's a veterinarian."
"Is he?" Emily didn't hide her interest. "And his specialty?"
"Large animals."
"You mean livestock?" Taylor nodded. "Does he ever treat dogs?"
"Sometimes. When he was at a ranch the other day, he treated a border collie with worms." Taylor shrugged. "While I'm waiting for him, I may as well fill out the application."
Most helpful customer reviews
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
Nice To Read
By AP
I think my mom called books like this fluff. Regardless, it is a fast read with the usual happy ending. If you like something easy to read, knowing that the outcome with be a positive one, then I recommend this book to you. It is a good escape.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
Five Stars
By SUE
Good book but not as good as first two in series
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
Five Stars
By Rosemary Phagan
Have to say I loved this book.
See all 4 customer reviews...
Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), by Ann Roth PDF
Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), by Ann Roth EPub
Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), by Ann Roth Doc
Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), by Ann Roth iBooks
Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), by Ann Roth rtf
Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), by Ann Roth Mobipocket
Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), by Ann Roth Kindle
* Free PDF Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), by Ann Roth Doc
* Free PDF Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), by Ann Roth Doc
* Free PDF Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), by Ann Roth Doc
* Free PDF Montana Vet (Prosperity, Montana Book 3), by Ann Roth Doc
