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Tim Caldwell doesn’t do relationships…
Not after his wife walked out on him and their daughter ten years before. He’s got a well earned reputation as a Casanova Cowboy who’s never met a woman he couldn’t talk into bed…until Toni duBois. Disinterest isn’t something he’s is used to. Neither is playing by someone else’s rules.
Toni duBois doesn’t do forever…
After fifteen years away, Toni’s headed home to Louisiana in search of the answer she needs and the redemption she craves. She doesn’t plan on hanging around in Bluebonnet, Texas, any longer that she has to and she isn’t interested in a steamy, sexy entanglement. Regardless of how good looking said entanglement might be.
Rene Caldwell doesn’t do step-moms…
Unfortunately for both them, Tim’s teenage daughter, Rene has opinions. Lots of them. And she’s feeling a certain kind of way about Toni—mostly pissed. So when she pulls out all the stops to keep Toni from getting her hooks into Tim and Toni’s dark past is revealed, no one is safe from the fallout.
“What are you doing later?” The words were out before Tim could stop them.
The short laugh that escaped her held no humor; neither did her face. She wiped her hands on her jeans and crossed her legs, forcing him to remove his hand. “Always looking for an opportunity, eh?”
Rather than apologize, he grinned and shrugged, deciding to stay silent and see what she’d say.
“I’m working. That’s what I’m doing later. Maybe you’ve heard of it?”
“I have.” He turned her hand over, then bit back a sigh as she tugged it free. “And after?”
“That’s not my style.” The laughter in her eyes was replaced with a narrow-eyed wariness as she stood. He reluctantly gave it up, clambering to his own feet. She stood facing him, hands on her hips, full lips pursed. It took everything Tim had not to lean down and nibble on them. “You know, the only reason you want me so bad, Flirty Boy, is because you can’t have me.”
He let her words sink in as she quirked an eyebrow and made to walk past him. Was it true? Was it only the challenge he wanted? Was he really that shallow? Or jaded?
“You haven’t even asked me out on a real date. All you see are my big tits and my big ass. You don’t know nothing about me. You just want me to go home with you and let you scratch my itch. Well, what if I don’t have an itch for you to scratch? Did you ever think about that?”
She had a point. He didn’t know a damn thing about her. Maybe if he took her out, he’d find out she was boring or shallow or that they had nothing in common. “So, go out with me.”
She pokered up and crossed her arms over her chest again, then gave him a suspicious once-over. “You want me to go out with you. Like on a real date?”
“You just said I don’t know you. Hell, you practically dared me to ask you out. So, I’m standing here, looking you in the eye, and asking you out. Now, will you go to dinner with me Sunday night?”
Amie Stuart is the last of a dying breed: a Native Texan. She writes sexy, emotional contemporary romances set in small towns. In the past, she’s worked as a receptionist, a daycare office manager, delivered pizzas, and was even a hairdresser for five years–all fodder for the writing gig. That and all those Barbara Cartland romances she cut her teeth on.
None of those careers can compare to her favorite job: writer. She’s a storyteller through and through, even when she’s keeping tabs on her almost-grown sons and many pets, or organizing promo and planning trips for her day job as a personal assistant. She smokes, she drinks, she writes–sometimes at the same time.