A Taste of Texas. Liz Talley

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      Her gaze hit his, then dipped lower to his bare chest

      Rayne swallowed and redirected her gaze, but not before Brent caught the interest that flared in the warm depths of her eyes. “Hey.”

      A frisson of awareness skipped up his spine. She’d looked at him as though he was the last scoop of ice cream in the tub of Rocky Road. It made his body tighten with anticipation even though he knew it wasn’t a good idea. It wouldn’t get him what he wanted. Well, it would get him something he wanted, but he wanted more than sweaty sheets and sexual satisfaction.

      He wanted a piece of what he’d once had with her…and that had nothing to do with lust.

      Dear Reader,

      From the first time I wrote the character of Brent Hamilton, the man intrigued me. He was handsome, slightly egotistical and a bit slimy. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Wondering about guys like him and why they don’t fall in love. Then it came to me. What if Brent had missed his chance at love? What if he hated who he was? And what if he had a secret?

      So A Taste of Texas was born.

      This book is basically Brent’s story of redemption, but it also touches on something many successful woman, like the heroine, Rayne, deal with—balancing career and family, and wondering how we’ll ever get it right.

      For those who have been following my stories, Bubba Malone shows up and runs into a feisty feminist. And a few characters from previous books pop by, plus Oak Stand faces off against Mother Nature.

      But most important, soul mates find each other…for a second time around.

      I love hearing from my readers. Drop me a line or two at www.liztalleybooks.com or snail mail me at P.O. Box 5418, Bossier City, LA 71171.

      Happy reading,

      Liz Talley

      A Taste of Texas

      Liz Talley

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      From devouring the Harlequin Superromance books on the shelves of her aunt’s used bookstore to swiping her grandmother’s medical romances, Liz Talley has always loved a good romance novel. So it was no surprise to anyone when she started writing a book one day while her infant napped. She soon found writing more exciting than scrubbing hardened cereal off the love seat. Underneath her baby-food-stained clothes a dream stirred. Liz followed that dream and, after a foray into historical romance and a Golden Heart final, she started her first contemporary romance on the same day she met her editor. Coincidence? She prefers to call it fate.

      Currently Liz lives in north Louisiana with her high school sweetheart, two beautiful children and a menagerie of animals. Liz loves strawberries, fishing and retail therapy, and is always game for a spa day. When not writing contemporary romances for Harlequin Superromance, she can be found working in the flower bed, doing laundry or driving car pool.

      To the boy who once twisted my hair

       around his finger, and sang me Elvis songs,

       who gave me my first kiss, two beautiful children

       and the life you promised me in all those notes

       we passed in the halls of Webster Junior High.

       I believe in soul mates.

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      CHAPTER FIFTEEN

      CHAPTER SIXTEEN

      CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

      CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

      CHAPTER NINETEEN

      CHAPTER TWENTY

      CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

      CHAPTER ONE

      BRENT HAMILTON HATED HIMSELF.

      That was the only thought in his head as he sprawled on his parents’ back porch steps watching a titmouse hopping from branch to branch in the scarred redbud tree.

      The birdhouse he’d made last week already showed signs of inhabitancy, if the scruffy mat of pine straw peeking from the opening was any indication. At least that had worked.

      Because nothing else in his life had.

      In fact, it was one big royal suck.

      He didn’t hear the footsteps, only felt the long fingernails scraping his scalp as Tamara Beach tousled his hair.

      “Morning,” she said.

      “Morning.” He cradled his coffee mug between his calloused hands.

      She squatted next to him and eased herself onto the step. She set her strappy-heeled sandals next to her.

      “You want some coffee?” he asked, staring at the tufts of hair on his bare feet. He hadn’t bothered with pants. Just wore the boxers he’d pulled on that morning when he’d rolled from his bed in the carriage house and padded across the backyard toward his parents’ home to let the dog out.

      Tamara’s bright red toenails waggled as she stretched. “Nah.”

      Awkward silence reigned.

      Apple, his parents’ overweight Boston terrier, sniffed through a patch of Aztec grass.

      Finally Tamara nudged him with her shoulder. “Hey.”

      He didn’t say anything.

      “It’s no big deal. I mean, it happens to all guys.”

      Brent rubbed a hand over his face. It had never happened to him. Ever. He couldn’t blame it on the liquor or the fact he hadn’t really wanted СКАЧАТЬ