Quick Visit to Harland County!

Unruly cowboys and the women who tame them… 

Another visit to Harland County, Texas is right around the corner! HER HEALING COWBOY/Book 5: Jace in the Harland County Series is releasing May 21st.

The hero is Doctor Jace Turner, Texas National Guardsman and General Practitioner waiting for his commission to run out before he joins Doctors Without Borders, but sometimes love complications our well-laid plans.

Here’s a little unedited snippet for your reading enjoyment:

With her arms laded with empty dishes, she headed for the kitchen, only after making sure the pregnant woman was directing the servers on breaking down the buffet table and not lifting a finger herself. Happy to be useful, Holly pushed through the swinging door into the kitchen and walked right into Doctor Hotty.


Despite the shock of literally running into the doctor where she never expected, she was proud the squeak that escaped her lips was a small one. Between the two of them, they managed to keep her armful from falling to the floor.

“Whoa, I got you,” he said, steadying them.

What he got, was her heart fluttering and pulse pounding in her ears. “Sorry. I-I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

He grabbed half her load and carried them to the sink. “I’d just finished taking out Connor stitches.”

“Oh.” She set her stack next to his, then turned to face him. “I didn’t know he had any, or that you made house calls.”

That caused all kind of crazy, hot thoughts to rush through her head all at once. And the blood to rush to her face. Dammit.

Smile tugging his lips, the handsome man stepped close to brush a strand of hair off her face. “He did, and I do…when my patients are too stubborn to come to me.”

Something in his tone told her he had been prepared to seek her out about her arm. Good thing she’d run into him at the office building then, because the last thing she needed was to be alone with the tempting, sexy man.

Like now.

She tried to draw in a breath, but her thudding heart was stuck in her throat, blocking passage.

“How’s your arm?” He was dressed casual today in jeans and a white T-shirt.

She wondered if he looked as good without his clothes. “What?”

“Your arm? How is it?” he asked, again.

She tilted her head back. “Fine.” Truth was she couldn’t really feel her arm, or the rest of her body for that matter, with him standing so close. Everything was sort of foggy, even her brain, although, thoughts of the kiss they’d shared when he’d examined her arm were quite vivid at the moment.

His gaze dropped to her lips and heated. Yeah, he remembered the kiss, too. She opened her mouth, managing to drag some air into her starved lungs, her mind suddenly screaming for her to step back to break the chemistry. But it was no use. Her body was not cooperating with her brain.

“Very… fine,” he said, voice so husky her good parts quivered.

But what was lethal was the delicious scruff covering his jaw, something she’d only seen a few times on him, always when he was off work for a day or so. And his eyes. Fathomless clear, blue pools, searching deep for her secrets, yet giving nothing away of himself. “Like that kiss we shared. We haven’t talked about it. Maybe we should.”

“The kiss was… fine,” she repeated and his eyes narrowed. Better than fine. Incredible times infinity divided by amazing with a cherry on top. He just stared at her. “Okay,” she admitted, sagging against the sink. “So we both know it was great. But I’m not looking for a…a…thing. Or for a guy like you.”

“Like me,” he said slowly, as if the words didn’t make sense.

She nodded, regaining a little bit of her thought process. “Look, Jace, we’ve been through this. You know I’m not going to be in Texas much longer, so while I’m here, it’s probably best if I stay away from fun.”

“So…no fun.”

“Yeah. It’s for the best.”

“Yeah.” He stepped closer, and since there was no place to go, she found herself sandwiched between the sink and his delectably hard body. He set his hands on her hips, where they squeezed before they slid up her sides, over her ribs, to her arms and her shoulders. By the time his touch trailed up her throat and cupped her face, her body was singing an ‘Ode To Jace’ tune.

She swallowed. “What are you doing?”

“Testing a theory.”

His husky whisper sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew what he was doing. He was building the anticipation, heating her from the inside out. And it was working. Dammit. She didn’t want this attraction, and yet, her body strained a little closer to him.

“What theory?”

His gaze met hers and held. “That the chemistry we felt before wasn’t a fluke. Do you still think it doesn’t exist?” he asked softly.

“I…” She swallowed hard.

He quirked a brow. “Say it, Holly.”

“Fine. So, maybe we have a little chemistry,” she admitted. “But it doesn’t—”

He dipped down and nibbled her lower lip, then stroked and teased her with his tongue until a helpless murmur of arousal rumbled up her throat and she fisted his T-shirt.

His eyes were heavy-lidded when he pulled back. “Nothing little about that.”


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4 Responses to Quick Visit to Harland County!

  1. Clare O'Beara says:

    Good for him for wanting to join Doctors without Borders!

  2. laineslite says:

    Looks great I definitely need to check it out.

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