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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.
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