By Carolyn Brown
ONE BLIZZARD, ONE BUNKHOUSE, AND A WHOLE LOTTA TROUBLE . . .
Josie Dawson is new in town, but it doesn’t take a local to know that Deke Sullivan is trouble—in a smokin’ hot package. He’s sweet, sexy, and has charmed just about every woman in Dry Creek, Texas. Well, Josie won’t be next. She’ll keep her distance, even if he is great with babies and makes a mean cup of homemade hot chocolate.
Deke Sullivan really is a one-woman type of guy. He just had to do a lot of looking to find that one woman. Now he thinks he’s found her and he won’t let a strong, sassy gal like Josie slip away. Just when he’s wondering how to convince her he only has eyes for her, they get stranded in a tiny cabin during a major blizzard. If Deke can melt her heart before they dig out of the snow, he’ll be the luckiest cowboy in Texas . . .
My review Carolyn Brown’s books are my comfort reads, they’re sweet and comforting. The heros are manly and kind and the heroines are feminine yet feisty. For some reason, in this case the pace was a bit too slow for me, but it still but a big smile on my face.
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It’s a pleasure to be invited to visit your site today. Deke is well known all over north central Texas for his charm when it comes to women. When my son was just a little boy I told him that his movie star handsome looks would take him far in life but charm would take him even further. That’s Deke Sullivan. He’s tall, dark and handsome—and has so much charm that one of his smiles brings women flocking to him like bees to honey.
But Josie was the exception. She hadn’t come to Dry Creek to snag a husband or even a relationship and certainly not with a womanizer like Deke—far from it! She had oil wells and rodeo stock animals on her mind. So what kind of romantic weekend could he offer her to prove that he was serious about dating her?
So a date with Deke has to be something far more than a dinner, even at a fancy restaurant, and a movie, right?
Maybe a little excerpt from the book that shows their actual first date. Now remember this real first date comes after they’ve been stuck in a small bunkhouse for a week during a blizzard:
He crossed the cattle guard onto his ranch and stopped the truck, got out, and pulled a gate from one side to the other with a homemade sign on it written in big letters: PRAYER IS THE BEST WAY TO MEET THE LORD. TRESPASSING TONIGHT IS A FASTER WAY.
She was still giggling when he returned to the truck. “I wonder how many of them will think you are going to try to sweet-talk me into bed, since we are going to your house for our date. Which I don’t mind at all. I’ve missed Rascal this week.”
“Sorry, darlin’, we aren’t going to the house, but you can see Rascal Sunday afternoon when we go four-wheeling,” he said.
“Oh, is that our second date, then?” she asked.
“No, ma’am. I’m going to ask you to go dancing with me at the Rusty Spur tomorrow night for our second date. Sunday will be our third one,” he answered. “But I won’t ask until after this one to give you time to think about it.”
“Do you need time to think about it, Deke?”
He shook his head and brushed a sweet kiss across her lips. “No, darlin’, I do not. I want to spend as much time as I can with you.”
“Deke, I…” she stammered.
He reached across the console and laid a finger on her lips. “Don’t say a word. I’ve got a lot of showing to do before you should say anything. Just enjoy the evening and say yes when I ask you to go dancing with me.”
She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and kissed his finger. She would say yes to a second date, to the Sunday afternoon four-wheeler date, and to one every day next week but right then she was so stunned she couldn’t say a word.
Sunsets in Texas are glorious on a poor day but on that Friday night, there were a few wispy clouds to give even more color to the sky. As he drove through the pastures she watched the sun sink lower and lower. It was only a rim of orange, throwing off brilliant shades of every color in the rainbow when he drove slowly down a rutted lane and parked on the side of a small creek.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“At the site of our first date.” He quickly got out and rounded the front of the truck, opened her door, and helped her to the ground. “I want us to walk over that bridge together as the sun sets behind that cabin right there.” He took her hand in his, and side by side they went to the center of the bridge.
It had no rails and was probably built back in the horse and buggy days but the wood was still sturdy. The small creek that ran under it didn’t have a lot of water but that evening it was bubbling over the rocks, making a sweet sound that Josie could easily fall asleep to—in Deke’s arms.
Are you sighing and wishing that you had a cowboy with that much wicked charm?
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Carolyn Brown is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author and RITA® Finalist who has sold more than 2.75 million books. She presently writes both women’s fiction and cowboy romance. She has also written historical single title, historical series, contemporary single title, and contemporary series. She lives in southern Oklahoma with her husband, a former English teacher, who is not allowed to read her books until they are published. They have three children and enough grandchildren to keep them young.
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