With: June Faver
Beau Garrett may look rough around the edges, but under that exterior beats a heart of gold—a heart that was broken when his high school sweetheart disappeared days before graduation. Years have passed, but Beau's never forgotten the fiery-haired girl who left him high and dry.
Dixie Moore has her reasons for being angry with Beau. When a family emergency calls Dixie back to her hometown, she brings with her an explosive secret that could divide them for good—if the culprit behind a recent crime spree doesn't get her first. It's up to Beau to unmask this dangerous criminal...and keep Dixie out of the crosshairs.
Dark Horse Cowboys series:
Do or Die Cowboy (Book 1)
Hot Target Cowboy (Book 2)
Full Throttle Cowboy (Book 3)
Praise for Do or Die Cowboy:
"[A] cowboy love story that is guarantee melt your heart romance."—Romancing the Book
"If you're in the mood for a cowboy romance with a touch of mystery, then you'd enjoy Do or Die Cowboy."—Keeper Bookshelf
"[A] very entertaining story."—Harlequin Junkie
Beau gave her a week. He thought that should be enough time for her to get settled in...and for her to get used to the fact that she would have to deal with him for a year.
He gripped the steering wheel with both hands as he drove to the Moore ranch. He gave himself a pep talk about keeping his cool and not losing it if she shut him out...again.
When he turned his silver double dually truck in at her ranch, he slowed, rolling to a stop in front of the house. He killed the motor and sat, gazing at the one story rambling ranch house. Dixie’s SUV was in place, so he figured she was inside. He hoped her boyfriend was not. It wasn’t that he was afraid of the muscle-bound oaf, but he didn’t want to do anything to upset Dixie. It was too important to him that he be able to communicate with her.
Man up, Beau.
He opened the door and stepped down out of the truck, hoping he could break through the wall Dixie had built up against him. Sucking in a chest full of air, he then blew it all out. He strode across the porch and rang the doorbell. Nothing. No sounds from within.
He knocked this time, but again, the house remained silent. He figured she had peeked out and decided not to open the door to him.
Just as he turned to go, he heard her laughter...and her voice. She was talking to someone and coming closer.
Beau stood frozen on the porch, watching as Dixie rounded the corner, hand-in-hand with a young red-haired girl. A strangling sensation wrapped his throat. Undeniably, this was Dixie’s clone. She has a child—a daughter.
He struggled to draw a breath. “Dixie,” he gasped out.
Dixie’s gaze lit on him, and she stopped in place. “B—Beau,” her voice rasped.
The child turned her attention to him as well. She was Dixie’s spitting image, except for her eyes. Garrett eyes. Bright, turquoise blue eyes ringed with a fringe of black lashes stared back at him.
Beau felt as though he had been sucker punched. He dropped to one knee, unable to speak. Obviously this was his daughter. The question was, why had Dixie hidden the child from him?