Through a crazy twist of fate, Caroline Clemmons was not born on a Texas ranch. To compensate for this illogical error, she writes about handsome cowboys, feisty ranch women, and scheming villains in a tiny office her family calls her pink cave. She and her Hero live in North Central Texas cowboy country where they ride herd on their three rescued indoor cats as well as providing nourishment outdoors for squirrels, birds, four feral cats, a fox, a raccoon, and two possums.
The books she creates in her pink cave have made her an Amazon bestselling author and won several awards. She writes sweet to sensual romances about the West, both historical and contemporary as well as time travel and mystery. Her series include the Kincaids, McClintocks, Stone Mountain Texas, Bride Brigade, Texas Time Travel, Texas Caprock Tales, Pearson Grove, and Loving A Rancher as well as numerous single titles and contributions to multi-author sets. When she’s not writing, she loves spending time with her family, reading her friends’ books, lunching with friends, browsing antique malls, checking Facebook, and taking the occasional nap.
A destitute widow; a reformed con man;
the danger that links them…
Betsie Galloway Hirsch has escaped
Memphis with her son. Her gambling husband tricked the wrong people and they’re
demanding Betsie pay his debts—or else. She’s come to Kincaid Springs to stay
with her mother and seek a safe place for her son. Being so far from her former
home, she feels secure. That is, until danger confronts her.
After 34 years alone, Michael “Monk”
Magonagle is falling in love with Betsie and is fond of her son. Monk is
certain she is not free of the men her late husband cheated. Although he is not
a violent man by nature, Monk is willing to fight for Betsie’s safety. He and
the men of the Kincaid family prepare to meet the enemy.
How can Betsie and Liam be protected
from the approaching danger? Will she and Monk be able to forge a love that
endures or will one of them be silenced forever? What toll will the enemy exact?
Snippet:
They were at the Kincaid front
door. She hated their time together was over.
Monk put his hands on her
shoulders. “Betsie, may I kiss you goodnight?”
Inside she was yelling yes!, but
she pretended to be demure. She certainly didn’t want him to think she was a
hoyden. “I think that would be all right.”
He removed his hat and pulled her
into an embrace. She’d thought he meant a kiss on the cheek, but that wasn’t
the case. His lips sought hers softly at first, then as if he would consume
her. Without conscious thought her arms went around him, pulling him closer.
When he broke the kiss, it was as
if she’d been deprived of a part of herself. Each of them panted with ragged
breaths. He held her a few minutes longer, his forehead against hers.
“I apologize for getting carried
away.”
“Please don’t. I was hanging on to
you as if I was drowning and you were a life preserver.”
He brushed an errant curl from her
face. “Then you’re not sorry?”
“Not a bit. I have to admit I was
carried away, too. Perhaps it’s not proper to admit, but I enjoyed your
kisses.”
Her admission brought a wide smile
to his face. “Goodnight, Betsie. I’ll be by to escort you to Mass in the
morning. I hope I may call again soon.”
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