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I’ve been gone a year from my adopted home state, and I’m still pining for wide open skies where you can see a billion stars on most any cloudless night. I miss good Tex-Mex food—fried strips of cabrito wrapped in a freshly made corn tortilla, menudo with lemon squeezed over it, and chorizo and egg breakfast tacos. I miss the herds of deer that grazed on the long grass across the creek just off my front porch, the roadrunners that would race along my long driveway, the raccoon family that found my dogs food bowl every night, the Mexican bluejays, armadilloes and even the Turkey buzzards. Yeah, I’m plenty homesick.

Know what I miss most?

Yeah, the cowboys. The sight of a rounded, muscled backside in a snug pair of wranglers, bronzed skin that doesn’t have a thing to do with a tanning bed, a slow smile, and polite tip of a hat…sigh…

Must be why I’m so content to revisit Texas in my mind with every story I’ve penned lately for Kensington. My next release is Down in Texas, and it comes out October 28th. Here’s a bit about the three heroes you’ll meet and a glimpse inside the pages.

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Down in Texas, there’s a little town called Honkytonk, where the women get exactly what they want…and the men know just how to give it to them.

Wearing His Brand

Lyssa McDonough just got tangled up in a coil of barbed wire, and her clothes are ripped to shreds. Rancher Brandon Tynan to the rescue—but why is she so ornery? Could it be the whole state of Texas isn’t big enough for the two of them? Hell, they’ll still have to share one horse to get home. Lyssa better hang on tight—she’s in for the wildest ride of her life…

Slow Ride

Maggie McDermott doesn’t know the first thing about horses and Daniel Tynan is more than willing to show her the ropes. His gentle ways melt her heart and his sensual passion burns away her inhibitions. Daniel takes the time to love her right.

Straight Up Soldier

Suki Reece needs protection and she can see that Mac McDonough has the muscle. Too bad he can’t stand taking orders from a woman. The rugged ex-Marine won’t listen to a word she says until Suki distracts him with a sexy striptease. That gets his attention. Suki may have gotten the upper hand, but Mac is going to be on top…

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Mac McDonough’s body ached with the need to sink into soft, wet woman.

An escape, no matter how brief, from the constant, throbbing in his shattered leg.

Like an answer to his prayer, a familiar SUV crawled up the rough gravel road. His body tightened. Tara Toomey had offered the last time she paid him a visit, for old time’s sake, but he’d turned her down because he’d still had just enough pride and just enough affection for his old friend not to want to use her like that.

Today, she wouldn’t make it past the door. The thought of her blond flyaway curls wrapped around his dick made him throb with anticipation.

As she slowly made her way up the winding, rutted road, Mac McDonough closed his eyes and turned his face into the gusting, humid air and inhaled the fresh scent of the coming rain—a fierce reminder of just how far he’d come.

Over seven thousand miles and another lifetime.

The cabin nestled high on a ridge overlooking hills covered with live oak and cedar seemed as far removed from his version of reality as the face of Mars.

Sure the ground was a bed of sand and rock, but the sand was grittier, the grains larger than the wheat flour a Hummer could kick up into the air, leaving a trail that could be tracked for miles across the desert floor.

The air was almost as hot, but filled with so much moisture it felt thick as he dragged it deep into his lungs.

Mac curled his fingers around the porch rail and leaned into it, savoring the solitude he’d needed to heal his soul that no amount of therapy or medicine could compare with.

Only thing missing from the picture was another case of whiskey to help him sink into a stupor to ease the pain-filled tension in his body and shut out the memories that haunted his dreams.

And a woman. Not that he was willing to leave the cabin to go on the prowl for one, but the longer he remained in his self-imposed isolation, the more urgent became the need. Any woman would do—so long as she didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to be wooed. He hadn’t the time or the heart left for either.

However, if all Tara offered him this go-round was whiskey, he might make it through another week before he lost his mind.

The silver SUV ground to a halt. Tara slammed open her door and jumped down from the cab, her arms already opening wide as she approached.

He stiffened automatically as her embrace surrounded him, and then forced himself to relax. “Tara, let’s get it on,” he growled.

Tara flung back her head and laughed. “Soldier Boy, that’s the least appealing proposition I’ve gotten today.”

His arms clamped hard around her lean body. “I’m not kidding. Right here, right now. Let’s do it.”

Her blue eyes clung to his face, and her smile dimmed for just a moment, before stretching wide again. “You’re in a bad way, aren’t you?”

“You gotta ask?” he said, rutting his groin crudely against her soft belly.

Air whistled through her pursed lips. “Now, there’s something I don’t feel every day. Almost forgot you come packin’ some serious hardware.”

“Is that a yes?” he bit out irritably.

Tara gave him another hug then eased out of his arms. “As tempting as your offer is, I’m gonna have to say no. I’m saving myself these days.”

He lifted an eyebrow, not missing the slight blush that painted her cheeks a pretty rose. “Well, fuck.”

She laughed again, and whirled, heading back to her vehicle. “Go get off that leg. I brought gifts. We’ll talk.”

Mac cussed again. The last thing he wanted to do was talk. About anything. Especially about anything to do with his returning home. He wasn’t ready.

Fact was, he didn’t know if he ever would be.

He gathered the cane he’d left leaning against the rail and limped into the cabin, heading for the lounge chair and the overstuffed ottoman that had served as his bed more times than the mattress in the cozy room at the back of the one-bedroom cabin she’d lent him.

Tara returned with two grocery bags and set them on the kitchen table. She hummed as she put away her purchases in the cupboard, and Mac closed his eyes, pretending to nap.

When something cold touched his fingers, he peeked from beneath his eyelids and gratefully accepted the tumbler with a double-shot of whiskey on ice.

He raised his glass and gave her a glare which had her chuckling as she took a seat on the small sofa opposite him.

“A toast,” she said, raising her own glass.

“What are we celebrating?” he said, determined to make the effort to be polite even though his “condition” still screamed for attention.

“To friends,” she replied, her gaze sliding away.

Suspicion raised hackles on the back of his neck, but he remained silent, watching Tara fidget on the sofa as she sought the right words to start the conversation.

He sighed, knowing he had to show polite interest. “Lyssa and Brand set a date?”

“They’re waiting for you.”

Mac’s lips twisted. “Tell her to plan it. I’ll walk her down the damn aisle.”

“They want you home first. To stay.”

“Thought Brand had everything under control. They have any more problems with smugglers?”

“No signs, lately. DEA and the Rangers scoured the place and set up patrols up and down this side of the river. They think the bastards moved their route.”

Mac eased back in his chair. “Then he’s got it covered.”

“They’re both run pretty ragged. Brand’s got his own spread to manage; Lyssa’s working yours. Of course, they’re not getting much sleep.”

Mac grimaced, knowing exactly why his baby sister wasn’t getting any rest. “Danny still back at Wasp Creek with his woman?”

Tara nodded, a smile stretched her mouth. “He’s got his hands full. Maggie’s pregnant, and he’s decided to pitch in to run her place.”

“Pregnant? Is he marrying her?”

“They did it last weekend at the saloon.”

A pang of regret tightened his chest. In that other lifetime, he would have been there. “Good for him.”

“Mac…”

He tensed, knowing she was finally getting to the point of the visit and girding himself to refuse. Saying no to family or Tara tore him up, but he just wasn’t ready to reenter that world again.

Too many shadows hovered around him. He felt too tense, too rangy. His mood swings still verged on dangerous. Habits he’d picked up in the desert, instincts he couldn’t turn off, left him feeling out of control of his reactions and emotions.

Maybe if he could get a good night’s sleep, just once without the aid of alcohol…

Just one night…

“Go ahead and spit it out,” Mac ground out. “I’ll tell you no. You can nag me to death until you go. Then you can tell the folks at home you tried. But Tara, I’m not going back. Not yet.”

“This is something else…”

The quiet tension in her voice caught his attention

“…And I don’t know who else to ask.”

He stared into the glass, not willing to see the plea in her blue eyes. “What is it?”

“I have this friend who’s in trouble. Her ex boyfriend’s gonna kill her.”