Coming home to take a bride!
A home. A family. A legacy of their own.
Mustang Valley has long been home to the brotherhood. United by blood, trust and loyalty, these men fight for what they believeâfor family, for whatâs right, and ultimatelyâ¦for love.
Now itâs time. Time for the next generation!
In May we met Brandon Randell in: THE NO.1 SHERIFF IN TEXAS. Heâs a detective with the Sheriffâs office and a mighty fine cowboy!
Now meet Brandonâs cousin Jeff in: THE LIONHEARTED COWBOY RETURNS! Hearts are fluttering, because heâs back from the U.S. Army and about to cause a whole heap of trouble!
âSold, to the gentleman in the back row.â
Lacey looked out into the crowd at the person holding the numbered paddle. Squinting against the sunlight, she glanced over the manâs square jaw and the deep-set dark eyes. The cowboy hat shaded a lot of his face, but there was no mistaking who he was. Her heart raced as she followed his movement through the crowd, closely examining the man she remembered from so many years ago. Her gaze moved over his long torso to those broad shoulders.
He might look military, but there was a lot of Texas cowboy mixed in. Tall and muscular, he filled out a shirt like no other man sheâd seen in a long time.
He glanced over his shoulder. Their eyes met for a second, and Lacey felt that odd feelingâa mixture of longing, sadness and a bit of anger. Before she could move or even acknowledge him, he turned and walked away.
So Master Sergeant Jeff Gentry had finally come home.
The Lionhearted Cowboy Returns
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Originally born and raised in Muncie, Indiana, PATRICIA THAYER is the second of eight children. She attended Ball State University, and soon afterwards headed West. Over the years sheâs made frequent visits back to the Midwest, trying to keep up with her growing family.
Patricia has called Orange County, California, home for many years. She not only enjoys the warm climate, but also the company and support of other published authors in the local writersâ organisation. For the past eighteen years she has had the unwavering support and encouragement of her critique group. Itâs a sisterhood like no other.
When sheâs not working on a story, you might find her travelling the United States and Europe, taking in the scenery and doing story research while thoroughly enjoying herself accompanied by Steve, her husband for over thirty-five years. Together they have three grown sons and four grandsons. As she calls them, her own true-life heroes. On rare days off from writing you might catch her at Disneyland, spoiling those grandkids rotten! She also volunteers for the Grandparent Autism Network.
Patricia has written for over twenty years and has authored over thirty-six books for Silhouette and Harlequin Mills & Boon. She has been nominated for both the National Readersâ Choice Award and the prestigious RITA>®. Her book NOTHING SHORT OF A MIRACLE won a RT Book Reviews Reviewerâs Choice award.
A long-time member of Romance Writers of America, she has served as President and held many other board positions for her local chapter in Orange County. Sheâs a firm believer in giving back.
Check her website at www.patriciathayer.com for upcoming books.
To all the men and women in our Armed Forces.
Thank you for your service to our country.
And to my Tom in the U.S. Army, you make a mother proud. Stay safe and God speed.
HEâD been to hell and back, but heâd finally made itâ¦home.
Jeff Gentry stood on the porch of the foremanâs cottage at the Rocking R Ranch. The sun was just coming up, but he was already feeling the Texas summer heat. He drew a long breath of the familiar country air, loving the earthy smells of cattle and horses. This place was where heâd grown up, where heâd been part of a family. As a kid, it was the first place heâd ever felt safe.
This had been the meaning of home to him, once. Could it be again?
For the past decade, the U.S. Army had been his home. Ten years was a long time. During his military service, heâd traveled the world and seen far too much destruction and death to resemble the kid whoâd left the ranch at twenty. Now he had his own personal nightmares he needed to forget. And he lived with a particular one that had changed his life for good. He rubbed his thigh, still feeling pain. But, like the doctor had told him, heâd been one of the lucky ones.
He didnât feel so lucky. The last mission had robbed him of his life as heâd known it, and of his future. And now heâd been sent home to figure out his next move. Could he come back to San Angelo and rejoin the Randell family?
âMorning, son.â
Jeff turned to see his father approach the porch. He put on a smile. âHey, Dad.â
At fifty-five years old, Wyatt Gentry-Randell was still a formidable man. He walked tall, his spine straight. His muscular frame resulted from years of physical labor handling rodeo stock. He smiled easily, and he was a soft touch when it came to his wife and children.