Hawk's Way Collection: Faron And Garth: Hawk's Way: Garth / Hawk's Way: Faron

Hawk's Way Collection: Faron And Garth: Hawk's Way: Garth / Hawk's Way: Faron
Joan Johnston

Joan Johnston’s beloved Whitelaw boys have been branding hearts for over a decade.Celebrate the return of Hawk’s Way’s sexiest cowboys with these classic tales…Hawk's Way: FaronFaron Whitelaw had some nerve calling Belinda Prescott a princess. A nearly bankrupt ranch was hardly a castle, and Faron, an ill-tempered cowboy who’d inherited half her kingdom, was certainly no prince. Faron became spitting mad when Belinda informed him about the truth of his parentage: he wasn’t one of the Whitelaws of Texas. He wanted to believe that she was nothing more than a gold digger, but all she seemed to want was him…Hawk's Way: GarthGarth Whitelaw couldn’t understand why a rich Texas debutante like Candy Baylor would want to train horses. But she looked darn sexy in worn jeans with hay in her hair, so who was he to judge? Candy had no idea why Garth was suddenly so agreeable, but she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, her instructors in school had never been so ruggedly handsome as this wrangler…and she wouldn’t mind engaging in some horseplay!

Hawk's Way Collection: Faron and Garth

The Cowboy and the Princess

Joan Johnston

The Wrangler and the Rich Girl

Joan Johnston

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Table of Contents

Cover (#u523a3c79-ee14-5a1f-94e0-3a87204ac164)

Title Page (#ua433fa2e-f861-5dc1-9dea-83bced0544ff)

The Cowboy and the Princess (#ue3ff156c-ee24-5c84-9c7b-2a68fd061e76)

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

The Wrangler and the Rich Girl (#litres_trial_promo)

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

The Cowboy and the Princess (#u7cd2f596-fa07-59bc-b677-2a37a0087b56)

Joan Johnston

CHAPTER ONE (#u7cd2f596-fa07-59bc-b677-2a37a0087b56)

HE WAS A MAN WHO LOVED WOMEN. Blond or brunette, freckled or dimpled, witty or shy, Faron Whitelaw made it his business to discover the facet of each woman that made her uniquely beautiful. Needless to say, women found Faron irresistible. Even if he hadn’t been handsome, which he was, they would have loved him for the innate thoughtfulness that always made him give as much as he took. Any woman who passed through Faron Whitelaw’s life—whether in bed or out—received a gift that would remain with her a lifetime: the knowledge that she was a very special, desirable human being.

In fact, Faron had never known a woman he didn’t like. Until now. At the age of thirty he had finally encountered the exception to the rule. He not only didn’t like Belinda Prescott, he was prepared to hate her with a passion. Because, despite the fact he had never laid eyes on her, the woman was personally responsible for turning his life upside down.

“Want some company?”

Faron looked up at his eldest brother from the chair where he sat slouched with a whiskey in his hand. “Not particularly.”

Garth snorted. “Too damn bad.” He poured himself two fingers of whiskey and took the chair opposite Faron’s in front of the stone fireplace. He put his feet up on a sturdy rawhide-covered stool that had held generations of Whitelaw boots. “I can’t believe you’re making so much out of this.”

Faron’s gray-green eyes narrowed. His lips twisted into a bitter smile. “You’re not the one who just found out he’s a bastard.”

Garth laughed. “Hell. I’ve been called a bastard all my life.”

“That’s how you act. It’s what I am.”

Faron’s voice was stark as he asked, “How could Mom have done such a thing? Having an affair with some rich sonofabitch…. Did Dad know?”

Garth’s lips flattened. “He knew.” He paused and added, “So did I.”

Faron stared into his brother’s dark eyes, stunned by the realization that Garth had lived for years with this awful knowledge. “How long have you known that I was only half your kin?”