In Roared Flint
HERE COMES THE BRIDE… .Single mom Julie Stevens… is about to get married - again. Only, this time, she won't be jilted at the altar. Because this time, her groom isn't local bad boy Flint Durham. And this time, she sure as heck isn't wildly in love… .THERE GOES THE BRIDE… .How dare Flint kidnap her from her own wedding - and ask her to marry him? Julie needs a husband whose kisses don't set her heart aflutter and her common sense askew. Besides, her twins need a levelheaded stepfather. After all, they'll never know their real father. And, Julie vows, Flint will never know about them… .RITA Award Winning Author
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“I Should Be Married And At My Wedding Reception Right This Minute!”
Julie shouted at Flint. “You cannot kiss me. No.”
“Darlin’, I wasn’t the only one doing the kissing.”
“Don’t call me darlin’. I’m not your darlin’. I’m about to become Mrs. Robert Allen Newly.”
“Newly? Julie Newly?” A snort of laughter exploded from him.
She bopped him on the shoulder with her fist. “Don’t you dare laugh. Yes, I’ll be Julie Newly, and it’s not funny. And if you know what’s good for you, Flint Durham, you’ll take me back to my wedding ceremony right this minute.”
Dear Reader,
The holidays are always a busy time of year, and this year is no exception! Our “banquet table” is chock-full of delectable stories by some of your favorite authors.
November is a time to come home again—and come back to the miniseries you love. Dixie Browning continues her TALL, DARK AND HANDSOME series with Stryker’s Wife, which is Dixie’s 60th book! This MAN OF THE MONTH is a reluctant bachelor you won’t be able to resist! Fall in love with a footloose cowboy in Cowboy Pride, book five of Anne McAllister’s CODE OF THE WEST series. Be enthralled by Abbie and the Cowboy—the conclusion to the THREE WEDDINGS AND A GIFT miniseries by Cathie Linz.
And what would the season be without HOLIDAY HONEYMOONS? You won’t want to miss the second book in this cross-line continuity series by reader favorites Merline Lovelace and Carole Buck. This month, it’s a delightful wedding mix-up with Wrong Bride, Right Groom by Merline Lovelace.
And that’s not all! In Roared Flint is a secret baby tale by RITA Award winner Jan Hudson. And Pamela Ihgrahm has created an adorable opposites-attract story in The Bride Wore Tie-Dye.
So, grab a book and give yourself a treat in the middle of all the holiday rushing. You’ll be glad you did.
Happy reading!
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JAN HUDSON,
a winner of the Romance Writers of America RITA Award, is a native Texan who lives with her husband in historically rich Nacogdoches, the oldest town in Texas. Formerly a licensed psychologist, she taught college psychology for over a decade before becoming a full-time author. Jan loves to write fast-paced stories laced with humor, fantasy and adventure, using bold characters who reach beyond the mundane and celebrate life.
For Alex Thorleifson.
Thanks for friendship and for Garner Valley.
Flint Durham was back.
A fury of emotions surged through Julie Travis Stevens as she clutched the lace curtains of her upstairs bedroom and watched him rip down Travis Boulevard toward the house.
Dressed in black and astride a Harley, he was roaring in the same way he’d roared out six years before. An unforgettable aura of dark intensity and menacing allure rode with him like a familiar. Unshaven, with a red bandanna on his head and his long black hair streaming behind him, he exuded a wild sensuality that was every mother’s nightmare. And every daughter’s secret dream.
Squeezing her lids tightly shut, Julie prayed that her eyes had deceived her, that her mind had conjured up an apparition. Oh, please, God. No. Not Flint. Not now. Not today. But when she opened her eyes, there he was—unmistakably real.
After six long years, why had he picked today of all days to come back?
One thing she knew for sure: Flint Durham was up to no good. A sick, sinking feeling gripped her stomach, and she groaned involuntarily.
“Julie, what’s wrong?” her younger sister, Melissa, asked. She gathered her long shirt and crossed the room to peer out the window. “You look like you’ve seen a—Holy horse patties!” She grabbed Julie’s arm in a death grip, and her eyes bugged out like a bullfrog’s. “Would you look at that? I can’t believe it. It’s him. It’s Flint. Flint Durham. Holy horse patties!”
Julie fought back the panic building inside her as she watched him roll to a stop behind the caterer’s truck and set the kickstand. Sure that she teetered on the edge of screaming hysteria, she clung to the shreds of her self-control as he came up the walk, his broad shoulders and long legs moving with the familiar, confident swagger that always had women in six counties swooning over him.
“Julie, he’s coming to the door,” Melissa said, her voice an octave higher. “What are you going to do?”
“If I had a gun, I’d shoot the bastard!”
The doorbell rang, and the melodious chimes above the double staircase reverberated throughout the big house like a disaster knell.
“Aren’t you even going to talk to him?” Melissa asked.
“No way. I’m not letting him ruin two wedding days for me. Hand me my veil before you completely mangle it, and go downstairs and tell Rosie not to let him in.”
