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BIG SURPRISE—TIMES THREE!
BIG SURPRISE—TIMES THREE!
The
last time rodeo cowboy Tyler Buckham was in Cowboy Creek, he spent a steamy
night with local beauty Shay O’Neill. Back in town for a quick visit, he’s
hoping they’ll have another go-around before he heads for his next rodeo. But
seeing Shay pregnant—with triplets!—leaves Tyler feeling as if his best horse
has kicked him in the gut.
last time rodeo cowboy Tyler Buckham was in Cowboy Creek, he spent a steamy
night with local beauty Shay O’Neill. Back in town for a quick visit, he’s
hoping they’ll have another go-around before he heads for his next rodeo. But
seeing Shay pregnant—with triplets!—leaves Tyler feeling as if his best horse
has kicked him in the gut.
Shay
swore she wouldn’t fall for an unreliable cowboy, and Tyler’s playboy past
makes him even less likely to settle down. The whole town conspires to push
them together, and Tyler insists he wants to do his duty by Shay and the
triplets, but Shay knows she can’t count on promises from a cowboy. Besides,
Tyler never once mentioned the word love…
swore she wouldn’t fall for an unreliable cowboy, and Tyler’s playboy past
makes him even less likely to settle down. The whole town conspires to push
them together, and Tyler insists he wants to do his duty by Shay and the
triplets, but Shay knows she can’t count on promises from a cowboy. Besides,
Tyler never once mentioned the word love…
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Excerpt
The Hitching Post’s dining room was crowded with
Garland family members and hotel guests, yet the instant Tyler paused in the
doorway, he spotted Shay.
Garland family members and hotel guests, yet the instant Tyler paused in the
doorway, he spotted Shay.
She sat on the far side of the long center table
reserved for the Garlands, half turned away from him as she talked with one of
Jed’s granddaughters. He recognized the straight, wheat-blond hair that fell
below her shoulders and felt like silk against his fingers. He knew when she
looked his way he would see eyes one shade lighter than her green sweater. Her
cheeks held a natural pink tint. Her lips curved in a soft smile.
reserved for the Garlands, half turned away from him as she talked with one of
Jed’s granddaughters. He recognized the straight, wheat-blond hair that fell
below her shoulders and felt like silk against his fingers. He knew when she
looked his way he would see eyes one shade lighter than her green sweater. Her
cheeks held a natural pink tint. Her lips curved in a soft smile.
Just looking at her from a distance made his pulse
speed up and his jeans tighten.
speed up and his jeans tighten.
She reached for a cloth napkin and unfolded it. As
if she’d given a signal, the folks around him began heading toward the tables.
The movement spurred him toward the vacant seat at her side before anyone else
could grab it. As he slid onto the chair, she turned his way.
if she’d given a signal, the folks around him began heading toward the tables.
The movement spurred him toward the vacant seat at her side before anyone else
could grab it. As he slid onto the chair, she turned his way.
The smile stayed, but the light pink color drained
from her cheeks. He saw her fingers clutch the napkin she had draped across her
lap. And then he saw the rounded expanse of belly straining the knitted weave
of her sweater.
from her cheeks. He saw her fingers clutch the napkin she had draped across her
lap. And then he saw the rounded expanse of belly straining the knitted weave
of her sweater.
She was extremely pregnant.
Thoughts of anticipated pleasure flew from his
head. Words did, too, leaving him struggling for something to say.
head. Words did, too, leaving him struggling for something to say.
Jed Garland had no such problem. “Shay, you
remember Tyler, don’t you?”
remember Tyler, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“I thought
you might.”
you might.”
Tyler couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. He
also couldn’t miss hearing the satisfaction in the older man’s voice. What had
brought that on? And why had Jed mentioned Shay’s invitation to lunch but said
nothing about her condition? Of course, Jed—and everyone else at the Hitching
Post—probably thought he and Shay were just passing acquaintances.
also couldn’t miss hearing the satisfaction in the older man’s voice. What had
brought that on? And why had Jed mentioned Shay’s invitation to lunch but said
nothing about her condition? Of course, Jed—and everyone else at the Hitching
Post—probably thought he and Shay were just passing acquaintances.
He tried for a casual smile. The one she gave him
looked about as sincere as his felt.
looked about as sincere as his felt.
Obviously, she’d met someone else since they were
together last summer. Or she’d already been involved with the man when they’d
had their fling. Either way, she wouldn’t want him hanging around, maybe
bringing up their brief relationship in some conversation. As if he would.
together last summer. Or she’d already been involved with the man when they’d
had their fling. Either way, she wouldn’t want him hanging around, maybe
bringing up their brief relationship in some conversation. As if he would.
The boys at the ranch back in Texas always said he
needed to have “Love ˋem and leave ˋem” tattooed across his chest. That didn’t mean
he’d make a public announcement about a one-night stand. Shay couldn’t know
that, but you would think she’d at least give him the benefit of the doubt.
needed to have “Love ˋem and leave ˋem” tattooed across his chest. That didn’t mean
he’d make a public announcement about a one-night stand. Shay couldn’t know
that, but you would think she’d at least give him the benefit of the doubt.
About the Author
Barbara
White Daille lives with her husband in the sunny Southwest. Though they love
the warm winters and the lizards in their front yard, they haven’t gotten used
to the scorpions in the bathroom. Barbara also
loves writing, reading, and chocolate. Come to think of it, she enjoys writing
about those subjects, too!
White Daille lives with her husband in the sunny Southwest. Though they love
the warm winters and the lizards in their front yard, they haven’t gotten used
to the scorpions in the bathroom. Barbara also
loves writing, reading, and chocolate. Come to think of it, she enjoys writing
about those subjects, too!
Barbara wrote her first short story at the age of nine, then
typed “The End” to her first novel many years later…in the eighth
grade. Now she’s writing contemporary romance on a daily basis, with a
brand-new series from Entangled Bliss (Snowflake Valley), an ongoing series
from Harlequin Western Romance (The Hitching Post Hotel), and many more books
on the schedule.
typed “The End” to her first novel many years later…in the eighth
grade. Now she’s writing contemporary romance on a daily basis, with a
brand-new series from Entangled Bliss (Snowflake Valley), an ongoing series
from Harlequin Western Romance (The Hitching Post Hotel), and many more books
on the schedule.
She
would love to have you stop by her website and to look for her on Facebook
and Twitter.
would love to have you stop by her website and to look for her on Facebook
and Twitter.
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Ruth – thanks so much for hosting me and for sharing the next Hitching Post Hotel book with your readers!