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The boot-scootin' finale to Debra's Whirlwind, Texas series
The Cowboy She Never Forgot When the woman he loved vanished without so much as a farewell, cowboy Bram Ross vowed to harden his heart. He doesn't want to trust beautiful Deborah Blue again -- and she's now suspected of being an accomplice to a treacherous outlaw. Yet trauma has erased Deborah's memory of not just her supposed misdeeds, but also her passionate past with Bram. As the murky truth about Deborah's disappearance unravels, Bram must protect her -- by keeping her very close ....
West Texas 1886
The heat he always
felt around her burned him from the inside, made him want. But
since learning that the morning after she'd turned down his marriage
proposal she had left town with that murdering thief, Cosgrove, Bram could
hardly stand to look at her.
"Get dressed," he
snapped, lowering his weapon.
She nodded, taking
a step toward the bedroom.
"Uh-uh.
Right here, sweetheart."
Her eyes widened.
"Not with you watching!"
"Put the dress
on," he said softly. "Or I'll do it for you."
A spark of temper
masked the uncertainty in her eyes. She angled her chin at him,
clearly prepared to argue, then she seemed to realize he wasn't bluffing
about dressing her himself.
She backed into
the corner and stepped into the garment. When she bent to pull the
dress over her hips, Bram got a tantalizing view of her breasts, plump and
pale and perfect.
He bit his cheek.
Hard. Once she was covered and buttoning her bodice, he pinned her
with a look. "Now, let's try again. What are you doing here in
my cabin?"
"I didn't know it
was your cabin. I took shelter so I wouldn't get caught in the dust
storm."
"Don't test me.
I've had all of that I want from you."
She froze, her
gaze riveting on his face. "You sound as though you know me."
Bram stared at her
for a full five seconds, fighting back a roar of anger. The ebony of
her hair made the light blue of her eyes even more striking. And her
petal-smooth skin had a faint tinge of a blush. There was an innocence
about her. Even now, after what she'd done, she looked angelic.
"Of course, I know
you," he bit out.
"Well, I
don't know you," she said in a voice thick with tears. "And I
don't know who I am either."
To read Prologue and Chapter One,
click here.
From the book: WHIRLWIND COWBOY |
COMING SEPTEMBER 2012