About the Book:
Carson Benson has wanted to be a cop for as long as he can
remember, but there are some days that he doesn’t like his job. Like the day he
gets called out for a domestic disturbance and finds a battered woman and
terrified child. What Carson didn’t realize was that it would be a turning
point in his life.
Peaches Malone and her daughter Daisy are very important to
Carson, and he’ll do anything to protect them. Including taking them home—to
his home, where he can watch over them. And if Peaches feels that same spark he
feels when he looks into her eyes, all the better.
Excerpt:
Carson nursed his beer,
staring out across the crowd while he waited on his brother to show. He was
surprised Drew was going to peel himself away from Lexie long enough to hang
out at the bar for a while. His brother had taken fewer rodeo trips lately,
since discovering Lexie was pregnant, so now when he rode he really had to make
it count. Carson wondered how long it would be before his big brother decided
to get a ‘real’ job––something closer to home.
Carson had followed the
rodeo for a bit, but it really wasn’t his scene. All those women, wanting to
sleep with a winner… He shook his head. Nope. Not his scene at all. When he was
with a woman, he didn’t want to wonder who had come before him, possibly within
an hour or two. He’d had a few relationships over the years, but nothing in a
while. His poor dick hadn’t had any action, other than his hand, for months
now. Ever since they’d made their permanent home base in Bryson Corners, he’d
been alone.
He didn’t think it had
anything to do with his mixed heritage. If his brother was any proof, women
couldn’t care less that he was half-black. And if anything, Lexie seemed to
love Drew even more because of it. She claimed it made him different, and sexy.
Carson grimaced. Sexy was not how he wanted to picture his brother.
Drew eased up to the
table. “You supposed to be drinking while wearing that badge?”
Carson glanced down at
the badge clipped to his belt. Hell, he’d forgotten all about it. He plucked it
off the belt and shoved it into his pocket. His job was still new to him, but
he loved it.
“At least I ain’t on the
clock,” Carson said.
“Chief Lumley would tear
into your ass if he saw you drinking while wearing that badge,” Drew said. “You
can’t afford to fuck up with this job. I know it’s something you’ve wanted for
a while.”
Carson shrugged. “I just
forgot about it. I’m not used to wearing it yet. If I was still in my uniform,
I mighta remembered. Got called out after hours, so I just grabbed the badge on
my way out the door.”
“You like the job so
far?”
Carson nodded. “It ain’t
quite what I expected, but it’s a good job. I got to help a lady the other day
when she was broken down on the side of the road. Felt good.”
“And how are things on a
more personal front?” Drew asked. “You haven’t dated anyone since we moved
here.”
“No one interesting, I
guess. The women around here are a little too independent for my taste. I want
a woman I can take care of. Someone who will lean on me, not boss me around and
go out drinking with her friends every Friday night, ogling half the cowboys in
town.”
Drew grinned. “In other
words, you don’t want Lexie’s friend, Shelly.”
Carson snorted. “Not
hardly. Guess I’m just old-fashioned. I’m not saying I don’t want her to think
for herself, because I do. I just want her to need me.”
“Lexie’s a strong woman,
but she needs me, even if she won’t admit it half the time. But I get what
you’re saying. You want someone quiet, someone who will come to you when they
get into trouble.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s
what I want.”
“She’s out there somewhere, Carson. You’ll find her. Probably not sitting in this bar, but you’ll find her.”
“She’s out there somewhere, Carson. You’ll find her. Probably not sitting in this bar, but you’ll find her.”
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Author Bio:
Paige Warren spends her days weaving tales about alpha male
cowboys and the women who love them. There's nothing hotter than a man in tight
Wranglers and a pair of well-worn boots. You have to admit, there's something
sexy about a man who knows how to use a rope!
A cat lover, she has more than one furbaby running around,
keeping her company in the wee hours of the morning as she tries to find just
the right way to say "His skin gleamed, the early morning rays caressing
his sun bronzed flesh, as he studied her from beneath the brim of his
Stetson." Or, you know, something similar.
When Paige isn't dolling out tons of affection on the
furbabies, or slurping down a pot of coffee (Yes! A whole pot!) so she can get
in her daily word count, she enjoys reading and watching movies - romances,
usually.
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