Honky Tonk Hearts
While shooting pool at the Lonesome Steer Honky Tonk,
rancher Tyler Desmond takes an errant dart in the neck. Ready to retaliate,
he's instead captivated by the blonde who threw it. Tyler isn't interested in
opening his heart, so why does he kiss the verbal buzz saw? Just to shut her
up?
As a teenager, Lacy LaRoche had a secret crush on Tyler.
When the dart brings them face-to-face, all she can do is chatter--until he
kisses her. But Lacy didn't come back to Texas to fall in love. She's hiding
another secret: her roommate surreptitiously videotaped Lacy undressing and
posted it on the internet.
When Tyler's daughter is bullied at school, Lacy must reveal
the truth and face the emotional damage of cyberbullying. Over-protective of
his daughter--and his heart--Tyler must learn to trust again. Can two scarred
hearts find their way back to where they belong?
Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 161
Word Count: 40584
978-1-61217-815-8 Digital
Excerpt:
“I don’t know why I’m like this around you. I don’t like it
one bit.”
“I’m not overly fond of it either.” He took the tube from
her hand and removed the cap. “When my ex-wife left me, I swore I was through
with women. Nothing but pain comes from them.” He rubbed ointment over his burn
as he talked. “Pain and a quick grope under the table.” He smirked when he
handed her back the Neosporin.
“Now, that was a mistake, just like all the other things
that’s happened.”
His eyes twinkled and he chuckled. “You’re like a walking
blonde catastrophe. I figure you owe me.”
“What? What do I owe you?”
He took her chin between his thumb and fingers and drew her
face closer. “A kiss. One that will right my world again, ’cause it’s been out
of kilter since the first one at the Lonesome Steer. I’m beginning to think
that dart had some kind of poison on it to put me under your spell.”
“That’s nonsense.”
His gentle kisses over her eyes and cheeks erased her tears.
“No more crying, only smiles. You’ve got a smile that warms
my heart.”
“I do?” No one had ever told her that before.
Large hands settled at her waist, and little by little he
inclined his head to hers, his voice barely a whisper. “Oh, yeah.” Then his
lips made contact and nuked every cell of her being.
Oh. My. God.
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