Never Again!
Jen Carson made a promise to herself: no more powerful, controlling husbands. So why is she letting herself be tempted by Matt Briscoe, surely the most alpha male in Laramie County? She only agreed to stay at the Triple B to create a series of commemorative bronze plaques for Mattâs father. Not end up sharing taboo kisses with six feet four inches of irresistible cowboy.
A cowboy who also happens to be her clientâs son. Talk about mixing pleasure with business! And now Jenâs suddenly the reluctant keeper of a Briscoe family secret. Which thrusts her into an even more heated conflict with Matt. No matter how strong her feelings for the studly rancher, Jen has so many good reasons to keep him from becoming a permanent part of her life.
Too bad her heart wonât listen to her headâ¦.
âWhat if I want to make a pass at you?â
With both hands free, Jen wreathed Mattâs neck.
To her disappointment, nothing.
âWhat if I want to kiss youâ¦.â She rose on tiptoe, and with lust pouring through her, brushed her lips ever so briefly across the scruff on his jaw. âJust like thisâ¦â
Matt remained still as a statue, the only hint he was affected by her outrageous ploy was the heat emanating from his body, the thudding of his heart and, lower still, the unmistakable imprint of desire.
âYou really want to find out?â he asked hoarsely.
Did she? Jen tilted her head, her heartâand temperâraging. She studied his battle-weary eyes.
Maybe notâ¦
She stepped back slightly, telling herself that she had made her point.
Then, to her shock, Matt made his. His arms clamped around her, tugging her closer still.
Dear Reader,
Crisisâin the form of illnessâeventually strikes every family, and Matt Briscoe and his father, Emmett, are no exception. Mattâs motherâs death profoundly affected him and his dad. Although they sought very different remedies for their broken heartsâ¦.
Since then, Matt has tried to control everything he can in life. He goes the extra mile to protect his vulnerable father. Emmettâalways something of a risk-taker, and a very loving, if egocentric, manâhas tried another approach. Constantly seeking to replace the passion he lost, he has married multiple times, to disastrous result. And now, much to Mattâs consternation, Emmett is at it again.
Enter bronze sculptor Jen Carson. She, too, lost her mom, and dealt with the fallout from her fatherâs crushed dreams. Now, she takes nothing for granted, and tries to control nothing except her own reaction to things.
Thereâs only one problem with that. Jen canât seem to quash her fast-rising reaction to sexy, fabulously wealthy rancher Matt Briscoe. Nor he to her. Neither Jen nor Matt put their trust in the future, or dare hope that passion will last more than the moment they are in. And yet, the kind of love that can last has a way of entering the picture after all. The only question is: dare they risk all for the happiness that has always seemed just out of their reach?
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Cathy Gillen Thacker
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cathy Gillen Thacker is married and a mother of three. She and her husband spent eighteen years in Texas and now reside in North Carolina. Her mysteries, romantic comedies and heartwarming family stories have made numerous appearances on bestseller lists, but her best reward, she says, is knowing one of her books made someoneâs day a little brighter. A popular Harlequin Books author for many years, she loves telling passionate stories with happy endings, and thinks nothing beats a good romance and a hot cup of tea! You can visit Cathyâs website at www.cathygillenthacker.com for more information on her upcoming and previously published books, recipes and a list of her favorite things.
The Texas Rancherâs Vow
Chapter One
âI know what he said, but itâs not your artistic talent that my father is interested in.â
Jen stared the unexpected visitor to her Austin gallery. Matt Briscoe was six foot four inches of incredibly determined, swaggering cowboy. As well as handsome to a fault.
Knowing it would irritate him as much as he had already irritated her, she let her glance drift slowly over his ruggedly chiseled face to his thatch of curly black hair. It was cut short in a way that wouldnât require much maintenance. His beard was another matter. He had the kind of dark, dangerous-looking scruff that never totally disappeared no matter how closely he shaved. The kind that made her suspect the man just oozed testosterone. In bed. And out. âAnd you know this becauseâ¦?â Jen prodded.
Eyes the color of the Texas summer sky zeroed in on hers. Lingered. Just long enough to get her pulse racing in a way she most definitely did not like.