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Texas Brides: The Rancher and the Runaway Bride & The Bluest Eyes in Texas: The Rancher & The Runaway Bride

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Texas Brides: The Rancher and the Runaway Bride & The Bluest Eyes in Texas: The Rancher & The Runaway Bride
Joan Johnston

THE RANCHER AND THE RUNAWAY BRIDETate Whitelaw has had enough of her older brothers interfering in her life. So she decides to split from the ranch and does what any young, red-blooded girl would do–run straight into the arms of rancher Adam Phillips. Adam's in no mood to rescue a damsel in distress, but his heart has other ideas. Tate has no clue that her estranged brother, Jesse, is as close as the neighboring spread…and Adam has no intention of telling her.But when she discovers that Jesse is a ranch hand next door, Adam has some explaining ahead of him. Add in the three Whitelaw boys, who show up to make sure their sister's an honest woman, and there's nothing left to say except "I do." THE BLUEST EYES IN TEXAS When debutante Lindsey Major came under the protection of Texas Ranger Burr Covington, she discovered her greatest challenge yet. Because Burr was determined not to succumb to her charms–despite the desire she saw simmering in his eyes…

TEXAS BRIDES

Joan Johnston

Texas Brides

CONTENTS

THE RANCHER & THE RUNAWAY BRIDE

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

THE BLUEST EYES IN TEXAS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Dear Reader,

I had no idea when I wrote The Rancher & the Runaway Bride that I was starting a dynasty that would encompass three generations of Whitelaws in Texas. I grew up in a large family—six girls and one boy—and I always wondered what it might have been like to have older brothers. For heroine Tate Whitelaw, her brothers Garth, Jesse and Faron, turn out to be a little more protective than she would like. When they set boundaries that she finds too constraining, she heads off on an adventure that lands her in trouble—and leads her to her one true love.

I hope you’ll enjoy this book in my HAWK’S WAY series, which follows the lives and loves of a powerful and prolific Texas ranching family.

Long after writing The Bluest Eyes in Texas, I’m still writing about Texas Rangers and making them my heroes. They’re a fascinating, elite breed of modern-day lawmen who remain renegades and lone wolves. Burr Covington is one of my favorites!

I have no trouble picturing “the bluest eyes in Texas” because my heroine’s eyes aren’t really blue—they’re the color of Texas bluebonnets, which are actually a striking lavender. I have pictures of my children playing among those glorious Texas wildflowers, which blanket the hill country in south Texas each spring.

I invite you along as Burr Covington, a Texas Ranger from the wrong side of the tracks, rescues the governor’s “ice princess” daughter from kidnappers, and then falls head over heels for The Bluest Eyes in Texas.

I love hearing from you! You can contact me through my Web site at www.joanjohnston.com. Be sure to sign up on my mailing list if you’d like to get notice of upcoming titles.

Happy reading!

THE RANCHER & THE RUNAWAY BRIDE

Chapter 1

“MAY I KISS YOU good night, Tate?”

“Of course you can, Hank.”

“Your brothers—”

“Forget about them! I’m a grown woman. I certainly don’t need permission from Faron or Garth to give you a simple little good-night kiss.” Tate Whitelaw stepped closer to the tall cowboy and slipped her arms around his neck. The bright light over the front door didn’t quite reach to the corner of the railed porch where she was standing with Hank.

Hank took advantage of Tate’s invitation, drawing her into his arms behind one of the massive fluted columns that graced the front of the house and aligning their bodies from breast to hip. She was uncomfortably aware of his arousal, since only two layers of denim—her jeans and his—separated their warm flesh. His mouth sought hers, and his tongue thrust inside. It was more than a simple good-night kiss, and Tate suddenly found herself wishing she hadn’t been quite so encouraging.

“Hank—” she gasped, pulling her head back and trying to escape his ardor. “I don’t think—”

Hank’s arms tightened around her, and Tate found herself in a wrestling match. She struggled to get the heels of her hands to his shoulders to push him away. He gripped her short black hair with one hand and angled her face for his kiss.

“Hank! S-stop it!” she hissed.

Caught up in his lust, Hank was oblivious to Tate’s urgently whispered entreaties. Tate had already decided it was time to take desperate action when the issue was taken out of her hands. Literally.

Tate knew someone had arrived on the scene when Hank gave a grunt of surprise as he was jerked away from her. Her brother Faron had a handful of Hank’s Western shirt in his grasp and was holding the young man at arm’s length.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing with my sister?” Faron demanded.

Hank blinked owlishly. “Kissing her?”

“Who the hell gave you permission to kiss her?”

“I did!” Tate said through gritted teeth. Fisted hands on hips, chin up, she faced her brother defiantly. “Who gave you permission to interfere!”
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