Montana John's

WELCOME TO MONTANA JOHN'S.A PLACE WHERE DREAMS REALLY DO COME TRUE.John Collins is gone. His legacy, however, survives-or it will if Christie Walker has her way. Montana John's is more than just a rustic restaurant owned by her friend and a local watering hole. It's a social hub, a solace for the down-spirited, a backdrop for the town's colorful characters. And Philipsburg, a mining town straight out of the 1800s, has plenty of colorful characters. And family and tradition. That's why Christie must stop the bank's repossession of the restaurant at all costs. All of Philipsburg might lend a hand, but one man in particular seems perfect to help: Marcus Collins, John's brother, tall, dark and bold like a delicious merlot.Magic is brewing, and the first draught will be a delicious mixture of justice and romance.

Welcome to Montana John's.A place where dreams really do come true.Even in this, the coldest winter on record in Montana, single mother Trish Stewart looks forward to one month a year, the month of P-burg's holiday celebration. It's also the month a gorgeous mystery man comes and sits in the same seat every night at her workplace. Washing dishes for minimum wage, Trish settles for life's simplest pleasures.Seattle real estate developer and millionaire Ryan Butler visits Montana John's every year to see his good friend John Collins-and to escape reality, if only for a month. This time, John is dead. And while John's bar is being kept alive by his friends and family, Ryan has to think about where his own life is headed. Upon reflection, nothing would make him happier than getting to one particularly beautiful brunette to whom he's never before said a word. This is the hour to do just that.

WELCOME TO MONTANA JOHN'S.A PLACE WHERE DREAMS REALLY DO COME TRUEJames Silverman. He sounded like a cross between James Bond and Jack Sparrow, two very delectable men worthy of torturing Anne Feldman in her dreams. He had blue eyes like Bond, but longer brown hair like Sparrow, minus the dreads. And he was here to pillage-her, Anne hoped.Then he announced the facts. He was at Montana John's to save it. He'd been brought in to "fix" the restaurant and make it profitable. Which meant things would have to change, sentimental things Anne had hoped would stay the same forever. It was true that the bar needed help, and she'd sunk her life savings into it, but how much could some Brit know about re-opening a restaurant in Montana?Apparently as much as he knew about opening a woman's heart, body and soul to true love.