A Hero’s Honor: Resolution Ranch – Flint Hills Military Heroes Book 1 By Tessa Layne

A Hero’s Honor
Flint Hills Military Heroes Book 1
Tessa Layne


Police Chief Travis Kincaid Has Rules…

· Never leave the door unlocked
· Never mix work and pleasure
· And Never, Never kiss the object of your affection

Years ago, the former Navy SEAL learned the hard way that breaking the rules only leads to disaster. Since then, he’s followed strict rules to stay focused on his career and keep his heart locked away where it won’t cloud his judgment.

Too bad the woman he’s fallen for was a born rule-breaker.

In spite of her shady past, Travis finds himself bending the rules… repeatedly, for single-mom Elaine Ryder. In the aftermath of Prairie’s devastating tornado, Travis must come to a decision about his future. More importantly, he’ll have to decide whether breaking the rules one last time will cost him everything he holds dear… or give him his heart’s desire.

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I read this book as part of the Protected By A Hero Box Set. I enjoyed it so much I started reading the Cowboys of the Flint Hills, to get to know the characters who are mentioned in this story. If you’re following my blog, you’ll see yesterday I posted the book where this Tornado occurs, Prairie Storm. Don’t miss that one. It just made sense to review this one by itself here at this time.

Prairie, Kansas is rebuilding from a EF4 tornado. So much destruction and yet the town has come together to start the arduous process.

Dottie’s Diner now a pile of rubble has morphed into a food truck across from it’s original location. A place for folks to gather and share news it’s where we meet the main characters in this tale.

Chief Travis has a thing for Elaine, Dottie’s waitress. Of course he’ll never admit it, he has relationship rules, rules that his friend and deputy chief Weston thinks need to be broken. Weston also thinks Travis should run for sheriff which he eventually agrees to do.

This is a favorite scene when Travis announces he’s running to his opponent Lawson and pisses off Elaine in the process.

Lawson’s facade slipped a fraction as his eyes went cold. Travis had to hand it to him. The guy was a pro. He wouldn’t easily be provoked into doing or saying something stupid. The fake smile was back, as was the politician’s voice. “I was just introducing myself to the lady. Good opportunity to meet the people of this great town. You probably saw this morning that I’m running for sheriff.”

Travis’s stomach churned at the way the lie slipped out of the man’s mouth. He could stomach a lot of things, but lying wasn’t one of them. “I know who you are,” Travis answered, letting his voice get steely and focusing his gaze on the man. “I should have introduced myself this morning. I’m Travis Kincaid. Prairie’s police chief, and your opponent.”

Lawson’s eyes widened slightly, just enough to give away his surprise. Although, of the three of them, Travis was arguably the most surprised at the bomb he’d just dropped. What did Dottie always say? In for a penny, in for a pound? His stomach felt just like it had the first time he’d jumped out of a plane at twenty-thousand. He was damn well gonna make sure he landed in one piece. He gave Elaine a reassuring squeeze. “And this is Elaine Ryder, my treasurer.”

She squeaked and stiffened.

“Elaine, is it?” Menace flashed in Lawson’s eyes, and then, just as quickly, disappeared. Every cell in Travis’s body went on alert. Lawson was trouble. He knew it. So much so, he’d double down on his last dollar at a poker table with the Sinclaire brothers.

Lawson took Elaine’s hand, bowed slightly, and kissed the back. “A pleasure meeting you, Elaine.”

Revulsion slithered through Travis, and he clenched his fist at his side, refraining from forcefully removing the man only because he’d gone and jumped into a political campaign without thinking about the consequences. Not his best moment.

Lawson turned to him, his eyes glittering points. “I’ll see you on the campaign trail, Kincaid. Good luck.” He spun on his heel and stalked off, not bothering to meet the people.

Elaine turned to him, eyes sparking in anger, cheeks pink. He should be thinking of how to fix this, but instead the air in his lungs turned to ash and he couldn’t breathe, let alone think. He’d never seen Elaine this way, all riled up and intense. Awareness shot through him leaving a trail of fried synapses on the way to his cock. Holy smokes, did his cock like this side of her.

Elaine was the kind of woman who hated to be the center of attention. And for two years, she’d done an excellent job of blending in with the decor at Dottie’s. If he had to guess, he bet half the folks who came into the diner didn’t even know her name. Of course post-tornado, everyone knew who Elaine and Dax were, and he’d seen her discomfort at the attention. Seeing her outraged and not caring who saw, was a revelation.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He couldn’t help smiling, even if it made her madder. She was so damned cute.

“Running for sheriff?”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “And apparently, I’m your treasurer,” she answered, lower lip jutting out. “How about you explain that?”

Her tone was meant to intimidate. She was as puffed up as an angry prairie chicken, and the only effect it had was to heighten his desire. Tingles raced down his spine, and he could only focus on that sweet lower lip.

“Well?” She tapped her foot.

Pull yourself together, asshole.

“Dottie and Weston both mentioned you’re a whiz with numbers, and I need a treasurer to file.”

“Then find somebody else.”

“But I want you.”
Layne, Tessa. Protected By A Hero (Kindle Locations 21328-21357). One Acre Press. Kindle Edition.

Even as Travis battles his feelings the sparks fly between him and Elaine. Her son Dex wins his heart as well as they work closely on the campaign.

Elaine does have a secret she’s keeping from him though and it’s one that could ruin his chances of winning.

Lots of fun, plenty of drama and a finish that has me wanting more of all these characters.

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Tessa Layne writes smokin’ hot contemporary cowboy and military romances filled with tenderhearted tough guys and sassy strong women who capture their hearts.She grew up in Colorado in the mountains at the edge of the Great Plains. There, she met her own smokin’ hot Cowboy and they had a whirlwind romance to rival any novel. She believes in Happily Ever Afters, loves fireflies, horses, and breathing clean country air. Her favorite thing to do is to sit on the porch swing with a glass of Rose, listening to her Cowboy pluck his guitar!

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Prairie Storm – Cowboys of the Flint Hills Book 4 By Tessa Layne

Prairie Storm
Cowboys of the Flint Hills Book 4
Tessa Layne


Will an Alpha cowboy take a second chance at true love in this sexy, small town western?

He’s a down-home rancher

Axel Hansen is Prairie’s fickle Casanova and resident prankster. Ten years ago, he wanted nothing more than to settle down on the family ranch with his college sweetheart. But his adrenaline junkie girlfriend, Haley, chose her profession over love.

She’s the thrill seeker who broke his heart

Meteorologist Haley Cooper has devoted her career to facing down tornadoes and saving lives. She’s finally offered the promotion of a lifetime, but it means boarding at the last place on Earth she thought she’d see again and facing down her biggest regret.

Will Lightning Strike Twice for Love?

Axel jumps at the chance to help Haley with her research, and before they know it, they’re caught in the crosswinds of love and obligation. But as devastating tornadoes rip through the area, they’ll have to confront their feelings for each other and decide if their love can weather any storm

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I think this may be my favorite of this series so far. Not only because of the emotional rollercoaster it puts us on, but also because of the characters involved.

Axel is a troublemaker, which we’ve seen in interactions with his sister Hope. Really all this is a cover-up, he’s been hurt and doesn’t want to be hurt again.

Haley never intended to return to the Flint Hills, unfortunately her boss has put her on a head on collision with her past. As a meteorologist at CPARC – Climate Prediction and Research Center she’s been tasked with recording severe weather activity around Prairie, Kansas. Having to drive herself she has been assured locating one would not be an issue.

I’m not sure who was more surprised Haley or Axel when she shows up at Hanson Stables where she will be living for the next two months while collecting tornado data.

Now Axel is determined not to fall under her spell again, that is until they meet up at the Trading Post after she’s settled in at the Ranch.

This is a favorite scene.

His feet propelled him onto the dance floor, and when he spotted them, he marched over and tapped Johnny on the shoulder.“Mind?”

Johnny’s eyes narrowed a fraction, but then he nodded. “Be my guest.” Johnny smiled at Coop and melted away.

Coop stood looking at him, curiosity and suspicion battling in her eyes. He extended his hand.

“I promise I won’t bite.”

“Are you sure?”

He extended his hand, heart thudding like a bass drum. The jukebox changed, and the opening melody of Tim McGraw’s It’s Your Love floated over them as she slipped her hand into his. Electricity zinged up his arm at her touch.

She flinched.

Did she feel it too?

The connection between them was still palpable, even after so many years. He pulled her close and began to move in time to the music. “You pick this song?” How many times had they danced to this song?

She shook her head, letting out a small laugh. “Emmaline.”

His stomach sank a little. It was foolish to think that she might still carry a torch for him. He maneuvered them between the other couples on the floor. At first, she followed him stiffly, but by the second chorus she relaxed into him and he tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her flush.

Their thighs brushed as they moved, and awareness surged through him. God, he could get used to this in a hurry. The song ended, but he didn’t let go. Instead he kept moving as the strains of Brad Paisley’s Then came through the speakers.

What was he doing out here on the dance floor with her? Besides playing with fire and begging to get hurt? If she was really water under the bridge, couldn’t they just talk?

Axel cleared his throat. “So tell me, Coop,” he murmured into her ear, catching a whiff of her scent, which was at once surprisingly familiar and deliciously intoxicating. Like roses and sunshine. Funny, she hadn’t changed her perfume in ten years. The realization warmed him. “Last time I saw you, you were tucked up under my arm, sound asleep, and when I woke up, you’d bolted.”

She stiffened and her head snapped back, eyes searching his warily. “Axe, I don’t think–”

He chuckled and smiled bitterly. “No? All right, we can stick to safer topics.” So anything too personal was still off limits for her. Fine. But he wouldn’t let it go indefinitely. He deserved an explanation, even if it wasn’t right now. “Why don’t you start by telling me what you’ve been up to the last ten years?”

She cocked her head, eyes narrowed. “For real?”

“Mhm,” he nodded. “I’m all ears.”

In truth, he was.

“Well, there’s not much to tell, really.” Her soft, husky drawl washed over him, setting his nerve endings alight. “I still live in Norman when I’m not doing field work. I got my Ph.D. in Meteorology a few years back. I was chief meteorologist at the NBC affiliate in Norman until I left to work with CPARC a year ago.”

Admiration swelled through him. “I bet you were great,” Axel grinned down at her. “I’d have watched you every day.”

She blushed and looked away. When she looked back a moment later, her eyes had gone soft. “What about you Axe? You running the show now?”

Bitterness rose in his throat. “Does it look like it? Pops is still the same. I’ve tried to innovate where I can. Gunn’s been good about pushing through some of my suggestions with Pops.

“Are you happy?”

Her question stopped him dead on the dance floor, and dread churned in his belly. Talk about unsafe topics. But hell, maybe he needed to shake things up. Quit following everyone’s rules and start following his own for a change. He took her by the elbow and steered her toward the patio.


“You still need a driver?”
Layne, Tessa. Prairie Storm: Cowboys of the Flint Hills (pp. 34-37). Shady Layne Media. Kindle Edition.

Chasing the weather is quite the adrenaline high, and a Tornado touchdown later, Axel is reprimanding her about safety.

These two have enough emotions swirling around it’s like their own personal tornado.

But it’s the one that hits Prairie proper that causes a whole new level of everything, pretty much for everybody.

Love, laughter, and plenty of tears in this book.

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Coming September 18th

Tessa Layne

Tessa Layne writes smokin’ hot contemporary cowboy and military romances filled with tenderhearted tough guys and sassy strong women who capture their hearts.She grew up in Colorado in the mountains at the edge of the Great Plains. There, she met her own smokin’ hot Cowboy and they had a whirlwind romance to rival any novel. She believes in Happily Ever Afters, loves fireflies, horses, and breathing clean country air. Her favorite thing to do is to sit on the porch swing with a glass of Rose, listening to her Cowboy pluck his guitar!

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Caged Wolf – Wolves of Willow Bend Book 2 By Heather Long

Caged Wolf
Wolves of Willow Bend Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long


Triplets, the Buckley brothers were inseparable until everything went wrong one violent, bloody night. A.J. Buckley, the eldest of the trio, faced a human trial for a brutal murder. Found guilty, he was sentenced to twenty-five to life. Without argument or regret, he accepted the sentence. After six years in prison, A.J.’s conviction is overturned on a technicality and he returns to Willow Bend to face a new Alpha and fresh charges.

Vivian Knox was the only witness to the murder. She refused to testify in the human courtroom and spent a year in prison on contempt charges. Once released, she worked tirelessly to free A.J., finally locating a loophole in the case against him. Satisfied with his freedom, the last thing she expected was to be kidnapped to the back of beyond where another judge demands she testify to what she saw that night. This time, contempt is the least of her problems.

Only four people know exactly what happened that night and none are talking. When pack law threatens Vivian, A.J. must stake his claim, but his wolf might be too damaged to help him…

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Mason is now Alpha of Willow Bend. As such, he is going to right the wrongs done by his predecessor, Toman. Getting AJ Buckley out of prison is the first one.

Armed with new evidence, Ryan heads to court to get AJ out. Succeeding they head to Willow Bend. Unknown to AJ, Vivian is at that very moment being abducted by a couple of familiar characters.

It wasn’t meant to go that way but it did. This is a favorite scene after a confrontation with Mason.

“Can I tell you a secret?” The question caught him off guard and he focused on her.

“Of course.” Hungry for any part of her she would share, he ignored the disarray of his thoughts.

“I didn’t want to be here.” She swallowed, then released her knees and straightened. “I really didn’t. I thought I’d imagined all of this and there’s a part of me that still thinks I am.” Another hesitation, a spike in her fear. What was she trying to work up the courage to tell him? “But if this is another delusion…”

“Another?” A.J. frowned. In her earlier rant, she’d insisted he wasn’t real.

A slow, hesitant nod from her. “I had some issues—have some issues. I—I thought I was losing my mind. I’d go into these…Nathanial called them dissociative fugues. Once I disappeared for almost two days and I woke up in Castlewood, it’s a state park. I had dirt under my nails and leaves in my hair. I had no idea where I was, apparently miles from the road. Took me half a day of hiking to find a person. After that, I started tying myself to my bed at night.”

His heart fisted at the image awaking a slumbering rage. “Did it help?”

Despite expecting her slow headshake, he clenched his fists. “No,” she whispered, a hesitation hitching the words. “No one could explain it. I couldn’t keep a job. A lot of my friends faded away over those couple of years, especially during my contempt confinement. My mother wanted to commit me, but then she…”

She’d lost her mother. She didn’t have to say the words, he saw the stark truth of a child abandoned in her eyes and his heart bled for her. “I’m sorry.”

Vivian shrugged, but sadness was not so easily dispelled. “The fugues got worse. One day I couldn’t take it anymore.”

One day…three years ago. “You tried to kill yourself.”

A jerk, surprise beneath the shame and the sadness. “How did you know?”

Because he’d woken up from a nightmare three years before, and it had taken him two weeks of scouring the obituaries every chance he had to be certain. “What happened?”

“I took some pills—”

He didn’t want to know how truly lost she’d been. The slowly rising rage turned to fury, but he swallowed both. “No, after. What happened after?”

“I called Nathanial. He’d been my court ordered shrink.” She bit down on her lip—again—and he found the action infuriating. She would do injury to herself if she continued. “He got me to a hospital in time for them to pump my stomach then committed me for a seventy-two hour psych hold.”

They’d locked her up? Again?

“It was for my own good,” she said in a soft, nearly inaudible voice. “You don’t have to be angry.”

A rumbling growl was the only answer he had.

“Stop. Nathanial helped me. He was there for me when I received my diagnosis, and he helped me. First with medication, then taking me home and giving me a place to live—”

The man was going to die.

“—with him and his wife.”

Oh. He relaxed his hands and exhaled. “He’s your friend.”

One nod. “Confidante. Savior. Doctor. But he was never inappropriate, never tried to be more than that.”

Good. Uncharitable as his thoughts were, he didn’t want her looking to someone else. She didn’t need them, she had…Does she have me? Could he be there for anyone?

“I stayed with them for a few months, then got a place of my own. Working on finding a way to free you helped ground me out. I had fewer fugues…”

“But you still have them?” Concern blunted the edges of his fury.

She nodded. “I thought I was having one here. I mean they were all here and then they were gone and I was alone. It wouldn’t be the first time I imagined you.”

This whole situation was fucked up. Standing, he crossed to her and held out his hand. To his immediate gratification, she accepted the aid and he pulled her to her feet. Interlacing their fingers together, he headed for the trail. He didn’t have to see it to know it was there.

“Where are we going?” She didn’t fight following him, keeping pace.

“We’re going to see Emma and Gillian.” The healers would know what was wrong with her or they would figure it out.
Long, Heather. Caged Wolf: Wolves of Willow Bend (pp. 64-67). Heather Long. Kindle Edition.

What Emma figures out and what even Mason suspected came as a surprise to everyone.

These two are meant to be together and AJ has some healing of his own to do, especially with his wolf.

A page turning, tearful read, with some giggles as well. Off to read the next one. I love this series.

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Heather Long Heather Long

USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.

From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.

When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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