Welcome Paige Warren with her new release "Southern Drawl"!
Southern Drawl
(Bryson Corners #2)
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.
An
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.”
About
the Author:
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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