A DOUBLE SURPRISE...
Rodeo cowboy Grayson Cox had no intention of returning home to Cupidâs Bow, Texas. His troubled past was something best left behind. But when he suddenly finds himself serving as guardian to twin godsons, Grayson knows heâs in way too deep to stay away.
Thankfully, not everyone in Cupidâs Bow holds a grudge. Librarian Hadley Lanier remembers Graysonâs rebellious youth, but she also sees how good he is with the twinsâand she definitely likes what she sees. It feels like a perfect match, until Hadley receives a career opportunity sheâs long dreamed of, leaving her with a tough decision. But how can she choose between something sheâs always wanted and the man sheâs discovering she canât live without?
TANYA MICHAELS, a New York Times bestselling author and five-time RITA® Award nominee, has been writing love stories since middle-school algebra class (which probably explains her maths grades). Her books, praised for their poignancy and humor, have received awards from readers and reviewers alike. Tanya is an active member of Romance Writers of America and a frequent public speaker. She lives outside Atlanta with her very supportive husband, two highly imaginative kids and a bichon frise who thinks sheâs the center of the universe.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07732-3
THE COWBOYâS TEXAS TWINS
© 2018 Tanya Michna
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Chapter One
When Grayson Cox left town at eighteen, heâd sworn hell would freeze over before he ever moved back. Now, ten years later, his stomach clenched as the truckâs headlights hit the Welcome to Cupidâs Bow sign. Hope the Devil likes ice skating.
Grayson still couldnât believe he was taking Aunt Vi up on her offer, but he had a damn good reason. His gaze darted to the rearview mirror, and he checked on the passengers behind him. Make that two good reasons. His godsons, twin five-year-olds, were asleep in their booster seats, each leaning toward the other, so close their blond heads were almost touching. The two and a half weeks since their parentsâ funeral had been full of upheavalâtears, bad dreams, acting out; this rare moment of peace reminded Grayson of the morning theyâd been christened, cherubic infants who hadnât even cried when the priest poured the water.
Blaine had heckled him before the ceremony for getting the twins confused in their matching christening gowns. âWhat kind of loser canât tell his own godsons apart?â
Grayson had responded with the same mock-derision. âWhat kind of loser picks a bull-riding rodeo bum as a godfather? Donât you know any respectable people?â