THE HILLS OF TEXAS #2
First comes marriage, then comes…
|Rusty Walker has spent her entire life trying to earn her tough, ranching father’s respect and approval by learning the business inside and out. But now her uncompromising parent has decreed she must marry if she wants to inherit. Worse, her husband has to be someone who can help her run the business. As if she needs it!
Williams Hill kissed Rusty in a bar in an act of temporary insanity, and lost his heart to her on the spot. Despite the complications to his own rodeo stock business, he agrees to marry the feisty red-head, hoping to woo her once they’re hitched. But she only views him with suspicion and resentment.
Can this soft-spoken Texas cowboy convince his proud wife, who’s never known unconditional love, that she is everything he wants?
Tule Publishing | 7/30/2018
BOOKS IN THE HILLS OF TEXAS SERIES
✭✭✭✭✭ A very good read that just might make you crazy — in a good way…. Author Kadie Scott writes a romance that will hold you glued to the pages, reading furiously because you just need to see what happens next. ~Fresh Fiction
✭✭✭✭✭ This series is proving to be an excellent love of a lifetime series. ~Moonshine’s Corner
✭✭✭✭✭ Will might be a fictional character, but he is so freakin’ adorable you can just tell he’s hotter than a Texas summer. ~Romance 4 the Beach
✭✭✭✭ I love the writing style of Ms Scott, especially her descriptions of Will’s family. That family is #goals. A good, old-fashioned storybook type family that I really would love to read more about. Hell, I want to be one of them! ~Jo Reads Books
✭✭✭✭ The author has adopted a deft, light touch in her story telling with this series – and it works very well indeed. ~A British Bookworm’s Blog
✭✭✭✭✭ Definitely a fun read with just the right amount of spice, leather and, of course, the Hill family antics! Pure entertainment joy that will leave readers smiling! ~Tome Tender
Rusty caught a whiff of cigarette smoke hanging around the man who’d taken the stool beside her. She didn’t bother to look over, keeping her eyes on her drink hoping he’d get the hint and go away.
No such luck.
He leaned forward and raised his voice. “Hey there, red.”
She turned her head and could now see he was swaying slightly. He gave a slow blink, trying to focus, obviously drunk. Great. She didn’t acknowledge the guy in any other way, but apparently looking at him was enough encouragement.
She held up her glass. “I’m good. Thanks.”
“My treat when you’re done with that.”
“I’m leaving when I’m done with this.” Maybe sooner at this rate.
He reached out and tugged on her arm. “Now don’t be like that.”
Rusty sighed. “I’m not interested.” She couldn’t be clearer than that.
The guy, who was good-looking enough—tall, blond, strong chin, and nice eyes—bristled visibly.
He straightened his back as his eyebrows lowered. “All I did was offer to buy you a drink.”
She turned back to the one she already had. “Thanks, but no thanks.”
“Move along.” She waved a hand as though shooing a fly.
He stood suddenly, his stool scraping along the wooden floor with a screech of protest loud enough to be heard over the music and chatter. In the mirror, several heads turned in their direction. Travis and Dave stood up, ready to intervene, but before they could do anything, and even before the jerk could say anything else, let alone touch her, a large hand landed on her shoulder and spun her around in her seat.
“Sorry I’m late, baby,” the newcomer murmured.
Rusty only had time to register the new player in the scene was that Will guy with the blue, blue eyes before he leaned forward and kissed her.
She gave a little squeak of protest and he released her lips immediately. The sudden absence of warmth left her feeling slightly bereft, which was crazy since he’d barley brushed his lips across hers.
Before she could process what just happened, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Follow along and we’ll get rid of this guy.”
Realizing he was now standing between her legs, she hid the shiver sliding down her spine by giving him a tiny nod. He pulled back and smiled down into her eyes. The blue of his eyes, up close like this, was nothing short of startling. The irises were rimmed in black which somehow made the blue even bluer. She could drown in those depths, like falling into the sky, or the deepest of oceans. She had the strangest urge to trace the cleft in his chin.
“Miss me?” he asked, loud enough for the ass on the other stool to hear.
“Of course,” she purred.
Some small part of her brain registered that wasn’t exactly a lie. She’d spent a ridiculous amount of time thinking about him given their two extremely brief shared moments. They hadn’t even been properly introduced or exchanged more than a handful of words.
“Me too,” he said as he lowered his lips to hers again.
CONTRIBUTOR & BOOK INFO
AUTHOR: Kadie Scott