Thereâs No Place Like Texas
Sam Travis doesnât like to be tied down. Heâs used to picking up work all around the Hill Country, including odd jobs for Wanda Keller, an older woman who treats him as a son. When Wanda suddenly dies, her estranged daughter shows upâ¦and Lorelei Keller turns out to be more than he bargained for.
Polishedâsome might say uptightâLorelei left Fredericksburg in the dust years ago. Coming home for her momâs funeral sends her into a tailspin of regrets. But thatâs nothing compared to the shock of learning that Sam has inherited her motherâs B and B. Did the sexy cowboy manipulate his way into her motherâs heart? Lorelei is determined to clean up this mess, and then get the heck out of Texas. For good this time.
Because thereâs nothing to keep her there nowâ¦except maybe Sam?
âIâm about to pour a glass of milk and cut into the German chocolate cake. You want a piece?â
Finding herself temporarily mute, Lorelei shook her head. At her silence, Sam turned around. Their eyes locked, and she was glad she stood in the shadows. Maybe he couldnât see the blush heating her cheeks. Although sheâd been infuriated by the hateful way heâd spoken to her earlier, the anger didnât stop her instinctive female appreciation of his broad shoulders and bare chest. Knowing heâd defined those arms and abs working hard under the Texas sun somehow made them even more appealing than muscles honed through an expensive gym membership. It was a damn shame the man ever wore a shirt. Her gaze slid involuntarily down his body toward the denim waistband of his jeans.
The corner of his mouth kicked up. âYou stare any harder, youâre going to bore holes in me.â
The warmth in her face ignited to full-on flames. She opened her mouth to snap that she hadnât been staring, but the lie stuck in her throat. She settled for, âDonât be conceited. Havenât you displayed enough character flaws for one day?â
Dear Reader,
Texas is a huge state, made up of many regions that are each special in its own way. In my new Hill Country Heroes miniseries, I get to share some of my favorite aspects of the Texas Hill Countryâfrom outdoor recreation to generations of history and folklore to the award-winning vineyards. (The Frederick-Fest event mentioned in all three books is fictional, but itâs based on the many real festivals that take place throughout the year in Fredericksburg.)
My first Hill Country Hero is cowboy Sam Travis, who was raised on a ranch by his bachelor uncle and has never truly felt like he fit in anywhere. The closest thing Sam has to family these days is his sometimes landlady at a Fredericksburg bed-and-breakfast. When she dies unexpectedly (and leaves Sam the B and B) itâs difficult to say whoâs more shocked, Sam or the womanâs estranged daughter, Lorelei Keller. Knowing how much Mrs. Keller had missed her daughter and had wanted her to come home, Sam talks Lorelei into staying for an annual festival, as a way of honoring her motherâs last wishes. When Lorelei agrees, two people whoâve always felt like outsiders might finally find the place where they fitâwith each other.
If you get a chance, I highly recommend you visit the Texas Hill Country. In the meantime, I hope the stories make you feel like youâre there!
Best wishes,
Tanya Michaels
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Three-time RITA® Award nominee Tanya Michaels writes about what she knowsâcommunity, family and lasting love! Her books, praised for their poignancy and humor, have received honors such as the Booksellersâ Best Bet Award, the Maggie Award of Excellence and multiple readersâ choice awards. She was also a 2010 RT Book Reviews nominee for Career Achievement in Category Romance. Tanya is an active member of Romance Writers of America and a frequent public speaker, presenting workshops to educate and encourage aspiring writers. She lives outside Atlanta with her very supportive husband, two highly imaginative children and a household of quirky pets, including a cat who thinks sheâs a dog and a bichon frise who thinks sheâs the center of the universe. You can visit her at www.TanyaMichaels.net.
This book is dedicated to Jane Mims (what would I do without you?) who graciously chauffeured me around the hill country in spite of the worldâs most diabolically uncooperative GPS.
Chapter One
The fifth floor of the insurance company was impressively quiet. Nothing so crass as noise leaked from the opulent and distinguished conference rooms at the end of the long corridorâwhich made junior actuary Lorelei Keller want to cringe at the staccato echo of her navy pumps against the marble tile. She preferred to stand out in meetings because she possessed a lightning-quick mind, not because everyone could hear her coming from a mile away.