Teasing...Long, Tall Cowboy Christmas
LONG, TALL COBWOY CHRISTMAS by Carolyn Brown
(September 26, 2017; Forever Mass Market; $7.99; Happy, Texas Series Book 2)
A heartwarming holiday read from USA Today bestselling
author Carolyn Brown
Nash Lamont is a man about as solitary as they come. That's
exactly why ranch life in middle-of-nowhere Happy, Texas suits him. So what the
heck is he doing letting a beautiful widow and her three rambunctious children
temporarily move in? Before he knows it, they're stringing Christmas lights and
decorating the tree... and he's having the time of his life. But after
everything he's been through, Nash knows this kind of happiness doesn't last.
Kasey Dawson thought she'd never get over the death of her
husband. Nash, with his strong hands and infinite patience, is stirring
something she hasn't felt in a long time. Kasey knows the sexy cowboy isn't
telling her everything about this past, though. And she refuses to risk
heartbreak all over again. But her kids have a plan of their own: Nothing will
keep them from having a real family again-even if it takes a little help from
Santa himself.
"Genuinely sweet." --Publishers Weekly
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About the Author
Carolyn Brown is a New York Times and USA
Today bestselling romance author and RITA® Finalist who has sold more
than 3 million books. She presently writes both women's fiction and cowboy
romance. She has also written historical single title, historical series,
contemporary single title, and contemporary series. She lives in southern
Oklahoma with her husband, a former English teacher, who is not allowed to read
her books until they are published. They have three children and enough
grandchildren to keep them young. For a complete listing of her books (series
in order) check out her website at CarolynLBrown.com.
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Padding out of the
room in her flannel pajama pants and an oversized faded shirt, Kasey found Nash
washing dishes and no kids in sight.
“Shhh…” He put a
finger over his lips. “They just now dropped off for naps. If they hear your
voice, they’ll wake up.”
She frowned and
pointed toward the dining room. “What is that?”
“Camping out,” he
explained.
A white sheet had
been draped over the dining room table, creating a tent. Underneath were pillows,
books and two sleeping children.
“They’re camping
and I’m watching out for bears and skunks,” he explained. “Hungry?”
“Starving. I’m
always nauseated at the onset of one of the headaches and afterwards so hungry
I could eat one of those bears if you catch it.” She caught a whiff of Italian
food. “You cooked?”
“Of course,” he
said. “Sit down right here and let me work on your neck. Lots of headaches are
stress related and come out of the neck.”
She eased down
into a chair and Nash went to work on her temples first, placing his hands on
her cheeks so that his thumbs worked on the spots between her eyebrows and hair
line. Making lazy circles and increasing the pressure every few seconds, he
kept up the massage for a good five minutes before moving around to the back of
the chair. He took her neck in his hands, heating her hormones to the boiling
point. Rolling it around in his hands, she could feel the tension leaving her
body by degrees. Then he began to massage her shoulders, digging his fingers
into the knots and dissolving them. The pain in her head dissolved to half
strength and her stomach grumbled.
“Now for food. Sit
right there and I will bring it to the table.”
Kasey couldn’t
remember the last time a man had waited on her.
“God, this is amazing,” she said after taking a bite of the spaghetti he
put in front of her. “Did you make the sauce from scratch?”
He nodded. “Just
like my cousin Amanda taught me. She married an Italian, and she’s an amazing
cook. After eating her marinara, that stuff you buy in a jar at the grocery
store is pretty bland.”
“You cook and watch kids, run a ranch—what can
you not do?” Kasey asked.
“I’m not real good
at talkin’ to most people,” he said.
“That’s not what I
see.” She almost groaned when she bit into a slab of garlic bread.
“Oh yeah? And what
do you see?”
“I see a man who’s
got some demons, but you talk to me just fine,” she told him between bites.
“Well, you’re
special,” he replied softly.
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