Falling for her protector
For single mother Abby Bauman, a failed marriage and a troublesome ex are proof of love gone wrong. But once sheâs caught up in danger and savedâtwiceâby take-charge detective Ethan James, she considers whether falling for a true-blue hero is worth the risk. Even now, after the rescue, he seems bent on continuing to protect her and her daughter. Why?
Thereâs more to Ethanâs determination to stay close than heâs telling her. But when she confronts him, he proves sheâs more than a means to solve a case. That tempts Abby to take a second chance on trustâand love. Which might be the best choice sheâs ever made.
âWeâve hit water,â Ethan said.
Abby sank to the ground. Even though she wanted to guzzle it, she sipped and sipped. Handing it to him, she sighed. âHeaven. Pure heaven.â
He eased down by her and sipped until the water was gone. âThis is better than sex.â
âYou think so?â
He lifted an eyebrow. âAt this exact moment, yes.â
He filled the pitcher three times. The third time they didnât drink much. Ethan poured the last bit over his head and water ran down his face and onto his chest. Droplets clung to swirls of dark chest hairs. Without thinking, without judging herself, she leaned over and licked the drops from his warm skin.
He stiffened. She didnât stop.
âAbby.â
Her lips touched his. He groaned, cupped her face and kissed her like sheâd never been kissed before.
Dear Reader,
Iâm excited to start a new trilogy for Harlequin Superromance: Willow Creek, Texas. The stories are about three friends, Ethan, Carson and Levi, who grew up in the small town and one way or another find their way back to their roots.
Like most authors Iâm often asked where I get my ideas. Everywhere is usually my answer, from TV to movies to the news and everyday life. In 2011, Texas suffered through the worst drought in its history. Lakes, stock tanks and creeks dried up. Ranchers had no grass so they either sold their cattle for next to nothing or had hay trucked in from other states.
It was a scary time as wildfires were rampant. One was not far from our house. We could see smoke billowing to the sky and I thought about the people who had to evacuate their homes, and how traumatic that must be for them. I prayed no one was trapped in the fire. Every day there seemed to be news of another fire, another evacuation. In the summer of 2011, the germ of an idea began. I would write about a wildfire, and the story for A Texas Hero was born.
Ethan and Abby are two complete strangers thrown together by extraordinary circumstances. The story is about surviving in tragedy and in love. I hope once you start reading youâll be entertained to the very end.
With love and thanks,
Linda Warren
P.S. You can email me at [email protected] or send me a message on Facebook (authorlindawarren) or Twitter (@texauthor). You can also write me at P.O. Box 5182, Bryan, TX 77805 or visit my website at www.lindawarren.net.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Linda Warren is addicted to happy endings, and to get her fix she spends her days weaving happy-ever-after love stories for Harlequin. Sheâs a bestselling, two-time Rita®-nominated author and winner of the RT Book Reviews Reviewersâ Choice Award, the National Readersâ Choice Award, the Holt Medallion, the Booksellersâ Best Award, the Book Buyers Best Award and the Golden Quill, but her readers and their support are her greatest reward. You can reach her at www.lindawarren.net.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I would like to thank the many long-suffering people who answered my pesky questions about banks, robbery, wildfires, child custody, parental rights and police procedure. And especially to Melody for sharing her beautician skills. I learned something important while doing research: never ask a banker how to unlock the front door or open the vault. Not a good question to ask. All errors are strictly mine.
DEDICATION
I dedicate this book to the people of Texas who endured the drought of 2011. And to everyone who has dealt with the wrath of Mother Nature. God Bless.
CHAPTER ONE
ABBY BAUMAN BELIEVED in real forever love.
Until she got married.
Thatâs when fantasy and reality collided like a chemistry experiment gone awry, stinking up the room and blowing out windows. That described her two-year marriage. It stunk. And blew all her dreams to hell.
Douglas Bauman, her ex-husband, did not know the meaning of the words forever and monogamy. Nor did he grasp the concept of the word divorce. After a year, he was still trying to weasel his way back into her life by manipulation, using their three-year-old daughter as leverage.