By: Isla Bennet
Blurb
Ranch owner
Valerie Jordan learned the hard way that people carve out their own destiny.
She knows firsthand what can come of one night of unchecked attraction and lost
inhibitions. And she also knows there’s only one way to handle guarded
missionary doctor Peyton Turner: with caution. Thirteen years ago, they went
from being friends to lovers to strangers. To save himself and outrun his past,
Peyton disappeared. Now the prodigal son of Night Sky, Texas, is home—though he
has no intention of staying. But once the revelation that he and Valerie share
a troubled teenage daughter sends him on a hunt for answers, there’s no
avoiding one another…no ignoring the undeniable desire that draws them
together.
Texas Redeemed is a passionately written and
emotionally gripping story of lust and risk, love and forgiveness, of
confronting the damaging secrets of the past for a chance at redemption.
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Author Info
Isla
Bennet’s first encounter with a smoldering hero was on the junior high school
bus—between the pages of a novel. Books have been her constant through growing
up in the Midwest, partaking in some wicked travels, and working as a
bookseller and nanny while earning two college degrees. She’s studied
everything from English to sociology to art, and has figured out that she loves
meeting people—particularly the ones she makes up. These days she indulges in
her weakness for carpentry and all things retro, and dives into a new love
story every day as a writer, freelance editor and RWA member—all while pursuing
her wish to become a horseback-riding, volleyball-playing, French-speaking
seasoned traveler.
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Excerpt
Valerie
could match his stubbornness measure for measure. “I’m not leaving then.”
He swaggered into the bathroom, then
came the sounds of a toilet flushing and water running. He appeared in the
doorway with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. “Still here?”
“I said I’m not leaving.” She
emphasized her point by sitting at the foot of the bed.
Peyton said nothing more as he
brushed and rinsed, then stalked into the bedroom to grab a pair of crumpled
jeans from the floor and yank them on. “You look good in my bed, Val.”
“Seriously, that’s not why I’m
here.” She walked to the opposite side of the room. “So what’s with the scar?
Did you miss the patient when you were operating?”
The look he gave her was grim. “I
was mugged and stabbed while I was on a mission. It happened a long time ago
and as you can see, I’m fine. Luckily, all my necessary parts function.”
She mentally cringed when she met
his eyes at the words necessary parts. “I don’t believe in luck.”
He ventured closer. “What do you
believe?”
“That you have some ridiculous death
wish.”
“I’m a doctor, not a stuntman.”
Frustrated, she shoved his shoulder.
“Quit brushing off what I say. You’re a doctor who works in the most dangerous
places. You’re Anthony Turner’s boy, the rebel—the guy who rode around on a
motorcycle at crazy speeds and got into trouble left and right. You never give
a damn what happens to you, and you never consider the people who might care.”
“You actually care, Valerie?” His
eyes were shuttered, the words a low rumble.
“Force of habit.”
“Why’s that?”
“We—because we’re friends.” At his
harsh look, she continued, “Isn’t that what you want? Us to be buddies again?”
“You want to be friends with the guy
who hauled ass out of this town thirteen years ago. That’s not me. I’m
different, Valerie. I’m not that man, and too much has gone down for me to want
to be. And if you don’t realize that, you’re making a mistake.” He brought his
lips toward hers, almost touching her. “Get to know me.”
It might as well have been an erotic
proposition. Instantly her body reacted—a warm wave passed over her skin, her
mouth watered, her thigh muscles clenched. “Peyton …”
“I want to learn you.” This time he
did touch her, tracing the scar next to her eye with the tip of his finger
before molding both hands to her buttocks and urging her forward.
Instantly she felt his heat … and
the need to have his hands right where they were, but with her skirt out of the
way. Something in the way he squeezed her flesh and parted her legs with one of
his told her he was more than ready to fulfill that need.
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ReplyDeleteI'm excited to read! I think we all have secrets in our pasts that can hinder our chances for love and redemption. I'm excited to see how these characters get beyond their history together.
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