Texas Pride. Gerry Bartlett

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      Copyright © 2017 by Gerry Bartlett

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      First Electronic Edition: October 2017

      eISBN-13: 978-1-60183-986-2

      eISBN-10: 1-60183-986-3

      First Electronic Edition: October 2017

      eISBN-13: 978-1-60183-987-9

      eISBN-10: 1-60183-987-1

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      Dedication

      This book is dedicated to Jackolyn Landry, a strong Texas woman.

      Love you, Aunt Jackie!

      Note From the Author

      Dear Reader,

      Yes, I’m from Texas, born and raised. I still live here and love to write about the Lone Star State. The oil industry is a big part of it. Many native Texans have their own stories to share about big oil. If only my father-in-law hadn’t left the oil fields back in the day to become a plumber…

      Houston, in particular, rises and falls on the price of oil. I drive past pumping oil wells and refineries all the time on my way to the big city to shop. Fortunes are won and lost daily here and the social scene thrives because of the oil rich. Of course, the closest I get to the business is when I fill my tank at the gas pump. I hope you enjoy this peek inside Calhoun Petroleum. (You know it’s my own creation, don’t you?)

      Another figment of my imagination is the Indian tribe in Texas Pride. I based it very loosely on the Alabama-Coushatta Indians who live in the piney woods near Lake Livingston, Texas. The reservation is beautiful and the tribe recently opened a casino. No, they don’t serve alcohol--I added that bit to fit my story. Everything about my hero Billy Pagan is fictional and my writer’s mind added details about the Tribe as well. Apologies in advance if I accidentally offended anyone.

      I hope you enjoy the third book in the Texas Heat series. Shannon is the eldest of the three Calhoun sisters. As a romance writer, I took a vow to always give my characters a happily ever after, even though how they get there may not be easy. I hope you enjoy Shannon’s journey.

      Gerry Bartlett

      Chapter 1

      “This is my desk? In this cubicle? You have got to be kidding.” Shannon Calhoun threw her purse on top of the scarred wood. “My family’s name is on this company. Honey, I didn’t put on my Prada pumps for this.”

      The woman who’d walked her here from personnel didn’t bother to hide her smirk.

      “They’re such lovely Prada pumps too.” A middle-aged woman in a fashionable black suit leaned over the partition that supposedly gave the cube some privacy. “Run along, Marge. I’ve got this.”

      “Are you sure, Ms. Wilson?” The woman from personnel, Marge, seemed reluctant to leave.

      “She said to run along. You afraid to miss the fireworks?” Shannon smiled and apparently she still had what it took to make underlings like Marge get the message. She ran.

      “Look around the room, Ms. Calhoun.” Ms. Wilson gestured with a well-manicured hand. “See anyone else here?”

      Shannon stepped out into the aisle. Her footsteps echoed as she walked between the rows of cubes. Clean desktops, neatly shoved in rolling chairs. The whole place had the air of a ghost town.

      “Where is everybody?” Shannon faced the dragon in good shoes.

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