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Prairie Bliss – Cowboys of the Flint Hills Book 9 – The Graces Book 3 By Tessa Layne



Prairie Bliss
Cowboys of the Flint Hills Book 9
The Graces Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Tessa Layne

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All’s fair in love and war…
Including dropping your pants.

When a special election is called after Prairie’s mayor has died, newcomer Jarrod O’Neill finds himself pitted against Prairie’s homegrown environmentalist Lexi Grace.

Fresh off a stint from lobbying in Washington DC, Lexi returns to Prairie only to discover corporate interests and her biggest enemy threatening to develop the land she loves.

As the dividing lines are drawn, Lexi and Jarrod discover the fireworks they experience in public lead to earth shattering explosions in the bedroom. And while they fight for Prairie’s future, will they be able to put their differences aside long enough to fight for their love?

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Oh how I love this series and this book is another one to love.

As this book opens, Jamie’s brother Jarrod O’Neill has come to Prairie for his niece Fiona’s Christening. Only there’s a wedding first, Caro Grace is getting married and Jamie is catering the affair. This is the perfect time for Jarrod to help with the baby and tease one opposing council, Alexis Grace.

Jarrod met Alexis in Washington DC where they are both high-power attorneys, but he hadn’t really put together that she was one of the Grace family in Prairie. Now that he has he is more than looking forward to crashing this wedding.

This is a favorite scene.

Blake Sinclaire met him as he stepped out from where he’d parked the car behind the Grace’s barn. “Good to see you again, Jarrod. You here for long?”

He shook his head as he clasped Blake’s hand. “Just for the baptism tomorrow.”

“I know Jamey’s thrilled you’re here. She said to meet her in the kitchen for uncle duty.” Blake waved up at the old farm-house. “If the ladies kick you out, we’ll be on the porch with Scotch and cigars.”

“You know I only drink the Irish stuff.”

“Brodie brought Jamey’s bottle of 12-year Redbreast, we’ve got you covered,” Blake called after him as he made his way to the gracious porch that wrapped around the perimeter of the Grace house.

Nobody paid him any attention as he slipped inside and followed the sounds of ladies’ voices to the kitchen. “There you are,” Jamey said, cheeks pink. “I just changed her diaper, you can sit over there.” She waved to a chair in the corner, and lowered her voice. “Dottie’s… stressed,” she said, saying far more with her eyebrows than her words. “I need to take the lead or she’s gonna have a heart attack.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll hang in the corner and recite the Constitution to Fiona.”

But Jamey had already sailed across to the far side of the kitchen to instruct a group of women on how to place finger sandwiches.

Fiona’s eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him. Jarrod’s heart leaped to his throat. It was like she knew him. He drew a finger across her satin cheek. He’d never felt skin so smooth. “Well, hi there, sweet pea. I’m your Uncle J. Are you lookin’ for your mama? She’s over there doing what she does best — bossing people around.” He lowered his voice. “But don’t tell her I said that. She’s also the best chef I’ve ever met, and you’re lucky to—”

“Jarrod?”

He knew that voice, and the flashing hazel eyes and plump red mouth that went with it. And the lovely dark hair he fantasized about yanking from the confines of its low bun, and running his fingers through. The long legs made even more shapely by nude stilettos, and perfectly tailored suits in a rainbow of neutrals and power colors. Alexis Grace stood before him in the flesh.

His eyes jerked up, gaze tangling with hers, but he was utterly unprepared for the stampede of wildebeests that seeing her like this would unleash. She was, in a word, captivating. Soft. Sensuous. Hair hanging past her shoulders in long, loose waves, and held out of her face with a flower tucked behind an ear. He’d never seen her in anything but a suit. She always dressed for success, even at legal mixers, and it had served her well, landing her a place at a competing law firm in D.C.

“What are you doing here?” she hissed, looking over her shoulder as if being seen talking with him would get her in trouble.

He took his time perusing her figure. The dress she wore was the color of the first kiss of dawn, a pale, peachy pink that brought out the rose in her cheeks and highlighted her porcelain skin. But it was the way the dress clung to her curves that made his blood heat and a shock of awareness sizzle through him. This was a dress that begged to be slowly peeled away, exposing a creamy expanse of luscious curves that were meant to be caressed, worshipped. Jarrod’s mouth went dry as vision upon vision flashed through his brain.

For a long moment, he forgot his sole purpose in crashing the wedding was the hope that he could mess with Alexis. A slow smile crooked the corner of his mouth up as her cheeks darkened. “Hello, Kansas.”

His use of her nickname achieved the desired effect. She scowled, cheeks flaming brighter. “Don’t call me that,” she whispered harshly, eyes growing wide.

Jarrod bit back a chuckle. “Nice to see you, too, counselor.”

“Don’t call me that either.”

“I knew it.” He snapped his fingers pointing upward. “You prefer babe.” He swore she growled as her face screwed up and she directed a scathing glare his way. He fucking loved that glare.

“You. Are. Impossible,” she grumbled, spinning on a heel and hurrying out of the kitchen, dress swishing behind her.

He looked down at the baby gurgling in his arms. “Round one to Uncle Jarrod,” he said with a grin. Yep, this wedding would be just the kind of diversion he needed before heading back to D.C.
Tessa Layne. Prairie Bliss: A Cowboys of the Flint Hills Novel (Kindle Locations 126-160). Shady Layne Media.

Things go awry after Jarrod wins his case against Alexis. With a family tragedy he decides to take a sabbatical and spend some time with Jamie in Prairie.

On the other hand Alexis had been fired after losing the high profile case and she was back in Prairie to re-evaluate her life.

Little did they know they would not only be clashing in the bedroom but also in the political arena. Running for mayor on some interesting platforms.

I laughed, cried, fanned myself and totally enjoyed every page of this book. What a great election!

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The Sinclaires

The Hansens

The Graces

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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Mr. Whiskey – The Case Brothers Book 4 By Tessa Layne



mr. whiskey
The Case Brothers Book 4
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Tessa Layne

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I knew she was sin in stilettos
the second I laid eyes on her…

But did that stop me? Hell, no.

Because I’m nothing, if not a risk taker. And Roxi Rickoli, with a snake tattoo climbing up her leg and hinting at unparalleled pleasure, tempts me like the devil himself.

And while I can’t get enough of the wild redhead who runs my bar, I know that fate is a cruel mistress. And when she comes calling, someone must pay…

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Danny is friends with the Case Brothers, he has lots of money and invests where he pleases and also helps women in need.

This book opens with a fund raiser and Danny is supplying a debut whiskey and an after party poker game at his club the Whiskey Den.

However it’s the bartender at this event that catches his eye. She’s mysterious beauty, and the attraction is electrifying.

This is a favorite scene as Danny makes his claim.

Harrison rolls his eyes. “Always behind the scenes, pulling strings like a puppet-master. When are you going to let go and start enjoying life?”

I sidestep his question with one of my own. “Where’s Stockton?”

“He refused to come tonight because his mother keeps trying to set him up with one of Muffy’s granddaughters.”

“Stockton’s mother has been trying to marry him off since college.”

“It’s only gotten worse,” Harrison states with a scowl. She’s taken to ‘dropping by the office’ with a new girl each week.”

“Sounds like you could use a drink,” I say, moving to the makeshift bar and filling a tumbler of whiskey directly from the cask. I hand it to him. “Tom’s Special Reserve.”

He lifts his glass in a toast. “To snatching kisses and kissing snatch.”

“Who is she?” I ask, suddenly suspicious. It’s not like Harrison to be that crude.

“No one,” he answers too sharply.

“Liar. Your eyebrow always twitches when you lie,” I say pointing to the corner of his eye. “Whoever she is, she’s got you tied up in knots.”

Harrison’s eyebrows knit together. “The only tying up going on will be happening later tonight.”

“But not with Roxi. Just so we’re clear,” I growl pouring myself a tumbler. It’s not like me to stake a claim, but I’ve seen Harrison work. He loves the chase almost as much as winning the prize. And I don’t know what happened when Roxi and I touched, but I’ve never felt electrocuted by a woman’s touch before. Not like this.

“Roxi, huh? That her name?” Harrison’s smile turns sly.

“Don’t get any ideas. My love life’s off limits.”

He spreads is hands. “I just want to help.”

“You want to help? Spread the word — discretely — about tonight’s poker game.”

Harrison quickly turns serious. “What’s the buy in?”

“Fifty.” He knows I mean thousand. “Limited to the first five. If we have ten, I’ll do a second seating at one.”

He nods. “See you at midnight?”
Tessa Layne. Mr. Whiskey (Kindle Locations 113-131). Shady Layne Media.

Now poker games are not exactly legal, and the players are a suspicious bunch of characters. That of course is why they’re held in Danny’s private club in a back room with only members and vetted friends.

All this get very interesting when Danny discovers Roxi is his bar manager’s replacement while she’s on maternity leave.

So many twists and turns, edge of your seat suspense and intrigue, plus enough heat to melt your kindle.

I truly hope we get to see more of these characters.

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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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Mr. Red – The Case Brothers Book 3 by Tessa Layne



Mr. Red
The Case Brothers Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Tessa Layne

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Nicholas

They say an eye for an eye, and God knows I deserve every punishment for the things I’ve done. But when Alison comes sweeping into my life like an angel of death, begging for mercy is the last thing on my mind.

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Nicholas aka Nico Case has been played. Not only did his ex-wife take him for a bundle, she also emptied their joint accounts. To top it off his ‘friend’ and accountant let it happen.

With his trust fund locked by his father, Nico is broke and decides to take his brother Declan up on his offer to stay at his new vineyard. What he finds is a bottle of Grappa on the table and dives into it before crashing on the couch.

Alison is Declan’s winemaker, she was highly recommended by Danny who has connections just about everywhere. She has some secrets, but she never expected Nicholas Case to show up on her couch in the middle of the night.

This is a favorite scene.

She lets out a squeak and lowers the pan, a dusky flush creeping across her chest. “I work for Declan,” she grits indignantly. “But you still haven’t told me who you are.”

I drop my head- it takes too much effort to be upright at the moment, and I study her through half-lidded eyes. What kind of game is she playing here? She’s looking at me like she knows me. Really knows me. But I swear I’ve never seen her before in my life. I don’t recognize her voice, or her body. And I’m pretty sure, once the err… creative face covering is removed, I’m not going to recognize her face either. “I think you know who I am.” I don’t have the energy to be coy.

She lets out a sigh. “You’re Nicholas Case, aren’t you?”

“Nico.” I raise my wrists again. “I’d shake your hand…” I shrug.

“Why are you here? Declan didn’t mention anything about visitors.”

The stabbing above my left eye starts again. “He invited me here weeks ago. Ask him.” I crack open an eye, immediately drawn to dark buds puckered tight and pushing through the sheer fabric, teasing me with how untouchable they are. They might as well be eyeing me through a glass wall. I force myself back to neutral territory. “So you’re the foreman? Very progressive of Dec.”

She makes that squeaky noise deep in her throat again. “Hardly. I’m the winemaker.”

That makes me sit up, albeit too fast, as my head angrily reminds me.

“Wait. Dec’s making wine?” Sonofagun. He’s never shown the faintest interest.

“No. I’m making wine. That’s why he hired me. That’s why-” She shakes her head. “Why’m I telling you this?”

I flash her a mischievous grin. “Because I’m the kind of guy women love to confide in.” Not. So not. If anything, I was the kind of guy mothers forbid their daughters to date. But maybe I’m about to turn over a new leaf.

She’s not buying it. She scoffs. “Good to know you’re still a bullshitter,” she retorts with a huff.

“Wait. Do we know each other?”

She freezes, but it’s so fucking hard to read her with that thing covering her face, I can’t tell what she’s thinking. “No,” she says firmly with a shake of her head. “The papers have said all anyone needs to know about you.” Truth. My brothers and I have been fodder for both the society pages and the gossip rags since we were probably sixteen. But she’d only know that if she’s from here. “What did you say your name was?”

She cocks her head, eyes narrowing. “Alison.”

“Alison?”

Her mouth thins as if she’s having some kind of inner battle with herself. “Alison Walker.”

“A pleasure to meet you. Alison.” I catch her eyes and let my mouth linger over her name. It’s as sensuous on the tongue as her body would be underneath me. If only we could resolve the small issue of the duct tape.

Something hot flares in the deep dark depths of her eyes, and she clears her throat. “Stay here.”

Like I’m going anywhere. I stare unabashedly as she turns and hurries down the hall, still clutching the frying pan. Her barely-there nighty barely covering the plump curves of her ass as it sways in time with her hips.

Holy. Hell.

Maybe there’s a silver lining in this nightmare after all.
Tessa Layne. Mr. Red (Kindle Locations 176-177). Shady Layne Media.

I really got a kick out of these two. Alison puts Nico to work and even while he grumbles he has to respect what she is doing with the vineyard.

The hot and heavy relationship develops quickly, but of course the rest of Nico’s family crap has to rear it’s ugly head.

A page turning read with a surprise or three. I can’t wait to read Danny’s story in Mr. Whiskey.

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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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Releases Tomorrow! mr. white – The Case Brothers Book 2 By Tessa Layne



mr. white
The Case Brothers Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Tessa Layne

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DECLAN

Banished.
Banished for being too good with the ladies, and now I’m stuck East of Nowhere
doing my brother’s bidding as penance.
But the luscious Emmaline Andersson
might just be the silver lining in this nightmare.
Who knew that a sweet mouth could be so wicked?

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Holy moly, this one is a page-turner with plenty of sizzle, and drama.

Declan has his eye on Emmaline, the seamstress with a secret and a taste for the naughty. They don’t have to sneak around like Macey and Austin did, but Declan has his own interests and really doesn’t want to follow the rules.

After losing out on a big deal because his father froze his trust, Declan manages to acquire a vineyard and a winemaker via his friend Danny. He need this to create the perfect wine required by his father. Which of course gives him free rein to pursue other more pleasurable things. There’s only one thing, Danny said there may be squatters…

This is a favorite scene as he confronts the ‘boss’ at what appears to be a high end lingerie show.

“What kind of work did you do for Danny?”

“Suits.”

“You make suits?”

“And wedding dresses. Custom designs.”

“And lingerie,” I add wryly, thinking of the scantily clad models upstairs. Did she make all those?

“Madame M designs the lingerie.”

“And you’re Madame M.”

“No one knows who Madame M is,” she corrects with a tremor in her voice.

I cage her in again. “Liar.” Her eyes widen, and for a second, I forget myself, and I lose myself in the intensity of her gaze. I forget about this clusterfuck of a week, about having my trust fund locked up, about being kicked out of the family estate, and worst of all, about the fact that for the next handful of months, I’m going to have to answer to my asshole brother if I want to see my inheritance. In her eyes I see acceptance, curiosity… desire. And my body responds in kind. “Don’t lie to me Emmaline. I don’t take kindly to keeping secrets.” Except the ones I have buried deep in my psyche.

“No one can know,” she murmurs above a whisper, eyes pleading.

I melt a little. I never should have kissed her, tasted her sweetness and the heat beneath, because now I’m vulnerable. Now, I want to do things for her, please her. I don’t want to say no to her or disappoint her. I want to kiss her and coddle her and make her come, over and over again. I want to be her goddamned hero, which is pathetic, because I’m a dick with a bank account – at least I was until a week ago – and enough baggage to sink a ship. “Why?” I don’t see the need for secrecy.

She chews on her lower lip and her eyes drill into me, as if she’s weighing her options. “I said it’s a long story.”

My frustration returns, eating at my insides like a dog gnawing a bone. “And I said I have all night. What’s it gonna be?”

Her eyes turn calculating. “A secret for a secret.”

I push off the wall and jam my fists in my pockets. “I don’t play these games, princess.”

She steps to me and gives my tie a tug. “I’m not playing games, either, big guy. This event was set up months ago. Did you own this property months ago?”

She has me there, and I hate it. I silently gnash my teeth at Danny.

She construes my silence for admission and rushes ahead. “We’ll be out of here, cleaned up as if we’ve never set foot on the property by four a.m.”

“What about the cars parked next to the vines. How do you know they haven’t damaged the vines?” I don’t give a shit about the vines, but I’m grasping at straws, at anything to regain control of our conversation.”

“Bill me. You know where to find me.”

“I don’t even know your last name.”

Her laughter rings off the walls, soft and musical, and the arousal it incites knocks the breath out of me. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

She’s right. Emmaline Andersson popped right up when I Googled Emmaline and Prairie as soon as I returned from what amounted to the reception from hell, thanks to dear old dad. Her website was simple – one page with Emmaline’s Dress Shop: Repairs and Creations, and a contact form. Too simple for the obviously complicated woman standing in front of me. It doesn’t add up.

“You’re not the type of man to kiss the way you did and let a woman walk out of your life.”

“That’s a bold statement,” I toss back. “Maybe I kiss everyone that way.”

“But you don’t, do you?” She gives me the look that pries right into my soul, making a liar of me on the spot.

I’ve probably kissed hundreds of women, but not one of them affected me like kissing Emmaline. None of them shook me to my core. I can’t deny it, but I will obfuscate. “So you’re saying I should have chased after you?”

She gives me a crooked smile. “I’m surprised you didn’t.”
Tessa Layne. Mr. White (Kindle Locations 299-330). Shady Layne Media.

So many secrets, so many tears as Declan falls deeper in love with Emmaline.

Even with all the family drama on both sides, this book sizzles and brings on the tears.

I can’t wait to read mr. red, which is Nico’s story!

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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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mr. pink – The Case Brothers Book 1 by Tessa Layne



mr. pink
The Case Brothers Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Tessa Layne

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She was only supposed to be a one-night stand…

You know why banned books are bestsellers? Because everyone wants what they can’t have. And I want Macey McCaslin. I want her sassy mouth driving me wild, and her luscious curves under my hands. In a barn, in a bed, on a table. Whenever. Wherever.

But Macey’s off-limits. So far off-limits, my brother Jason might kill me if he found out about us. He thinks I’m nothing more than a skirt-chasing manwhore not worthy to lick the dirt off her sexy little feet. And I’m definitely that, but ask me if I care? Because one taste of Macey was all it took to make me an addict. This may cost me everything, but I’m not staying away.

A Racy new series by USA Today Bestselling Author, Tessa Layne

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I have to say when I first saw this title I didn’t get the connection to any of Tessa’s previous series. Now I get it, this series is about Jason Case’s half brothers. The Triplets are a source of irritation to their father, and also hold some secrets about Jason that are disturbing. This story really started with the wine-tasting in which we saw a different side in A Hero’s Home.

I fell in love with Macey and her daughter Sophie in A Hero’s Heart and as they appeared in other books I truly wanted Macey to get her happily ever after. The person to fill that would need to be very special indeed, what with Jason and Sterling watching out for them.

Now Austin and his brother Declan have quite the reputation with the ladies and their father is sick of it, he’s cut off their trust fund deposits and ordered them to Jason’s vineyard. They have to make a perfect wine in order to get their money flowing again.

Apparently Austin and Macey have hooked up a couple of times, but Macey was the last person he expected to see and for her to be the sommelier was quite the surprise. Arranging to meet outside of the vineyard would be even tougher, since Jason has told him hands off. Of course that isn’t going to stop either of them.

As Austin finds himself falling deeper with Macey a circumstance has him babysitting for Sophie.

This is a favorite scene.

I have to remind myself this is the daughter of an Army Ranger, and both her ‘uncles’, are retired Rangers. They probably taught her to swing from trees before she could walk. “Okay…” I stretch out the last syllable, at a loss for what to suggest next. “Books?”

She crosses her arms. “Park.”

“Park, okay. We can go to the park.”

Then I realize Macey didn’t leave me a key. I get the feeling that if I say no to the park I’m going to be dealing with hellfire and brimstone. I hold up a finger. “Hang on a sec, I need to ask your mom where the key is.”

“We don’t lock the door,” she says matter-of-factly, staring me down with her enormous blue eyes.

“Of course you do. Everyone locks their door when they leave the house.”

“We don’t.”

“I’m sure you do, sweetheart. Let me just ask your mom.” I shoot off a quick text. You forgot to tell me where the key is?

She texts right back. Don’t worry about locking it, you’ll be fine.

A: Seriously?

M: Yes.

I can’t fucking believe it. Who – in this day and age – leaves their door unlocked?!? Jeezus. Does she leave it unlocked at night, too? Visions of all kinds of vicious and violent outcomes fill my head. I swear to God, if I have to camp outside her house every night from here on out because she won’t lock her damned door, I’ll do it. We’re talking about this later, I text back before jamming jamming my phone in my pocket. “All right, kiddo. I guess we’re going to the park.” Sophie shoots me a smile of pure ‘I told you so’ and flounces out the door, ruffly skirt bouncing with her.

“Hey, wait,” I call after her. “You forgot your shoes.” But she’s already grabbed the bike I saw lying in the grass and is pedaling down the street hell for leather, red curls flying behind her. I grab the pair of pink and purple sneakers by the front door. Motherfucker. Then I notice the helmet on the front step. I grab that too as I jog after the little hellion, cursing Jason with each out breath. This has to be his doing. Surely Macey isn’t the type of parent who lets her daughter run wild?

My leather soles slip on the gravel as I cross the intersection. I manage to catch myself before I fall spread-eagle.

“Macey,” I holler. “I mean Sophie. STOP.” But she’s too far ahead. I swear I will wring her neck when I reach her. Visions of her falling and breaking an arm, or being hit by a car, fly through my mind with alarming vividness. Macey will kill me if anything happens to her. Hell, I might kill myself. I’m winded and sweaty when I finally reach her. She’s dumped her bike at the edge of the playground and has climbed to the very top of the jungle gym. “Sophie,” I bellow. “Get your ass down here. NOW.”

She looks down at me, eyes snapping, just like her mother. “I’m telling mommy you said a bad word.”

“And I’m telling mommy you rode to the park in bare feet without your helmet.” I hold up the evidence of her disobedience.

Her eyes narrow.

I narrow mine back.

If this were a Clint Eastwood movie, both our hands would be twitching above our six-shooters.

In the end, she decides to climb down, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I check my watch. It’s only ten-thirty.

I am so screwed.
Layne, Tessa. Mr. Pink (The Case Brothers Book 1). Shady Layne Media. Kindle Locations (1352-1379). Kindle Edition.

The interactions between Austin and Sophie had me giggling every single time. Even though he doesn’t think he’s father material, he does quite well.

On the other hand, I truly feared my kindle would start melting in my hand when he and Macey are together. Yet in spite of that Austin does learn what he’s supposed to. However, it’s the things he discovers while checking the various Case vineyards for a grape from which to make his wine, that will be a major turning point.

Plenty of family drama, and revelations that will make your jaw drop especially if you’ve read the Resolution Ranch books with Millie and Jason. Plus a surprise or two.

I really enjoyed the sizzling start to this trilogy. I cant wait to read mr. white, Declan’s story.

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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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New Release! Prairie Redemption – Cowboys of the Flint Hills Book 8 By Tessa Layne



Prairie Redemption
Cowboys of the Flint Hills
The Graces Book 2
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Tessa Layne

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Two broken hearts…

A career-ending injury from a bull named Damnation has stopped Cody Hansen’s life in its tracks and sent him home to Prairie to lick his wounds. Refusing to accept his career is over, he limps into the office of physical therapist Carolina Grace. The sweet girl next door is now all woman, and Cody can’t deny his attraction. But nothing—not even love—will deter him from returning to the arena.

Carolina Grace is unlucky in love. Two times she’s been left at the altar. Once is a mistake. Twice is a pattern. She really doesn’t wanna know what three times would be, so despite the best efforts of Prairie’s well-intentioned matchmakers, she’s locked up her heart and thrown away the key. Until old friend Cody Hansen hobbles into her office. In spite of her good intentions, she can’t help but fall straight into his arms—and his bed.

Are they brave enough for one last risk?

Will the third time be the charm for Carolina? Or will Cody’s stubbornness cost him everything? Even his life?

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I love Prairie and the families I’ve come to know through these books.

Caroline Grace is someone we have heard about in previous books. This book is her story and Cody Hanson’s as well.

When last we saw Cody he had been thrown and trampled by the bull he was riding. This book opens with Parker kicking Cody out of his home. He and Cassie had opened their home to him for his recuperation but he hasn’t been doing any of the Physical Therapy. Parker has decided enough is enough and Cody needs to be accountable for his own well being.

Carolina Hansen moved home from Chicago after her fiancé was killed in an auto accident. A physical therapist she’s working at the new Physical Therapy Center. It’s here that she encounters Cody for the first time in years.

This is a favorite scene as he arrives for his appointment.

A man who looked more like a bouncer than a physical therapist looked up from behind a computer. “Can I help you?”

Cody jammed his hands in his pockets. “Yeah. Cody Hansen. I have an appointment at eleven?”

The guy nodded, studying the screen.

“Yes. I see you’re scheduled with Carolina. She’ll meet you in room B.”

Wait. Carolina? He only knew one Carolina, and she was Cassie’s little sister. No way was he stripping down to his skivvies in front of her. He shook his head. “No way. I’m not seein’ a girl.”

The man, who wore a badge with the name Greg on it, eyed him critically. “Did you bring a change of clothes? You’ll probably be more comfortable in sweats.” He craned his neck over the front of the desk. “And sneakers.”

“I said,” Cody began sharply, “I don’t want to be seen by a girl.”

“It’s a good thing I’m not a girl, then, Cody Hansen.” A husky voice behind him answered sharply.

He swung around and froze.

The person before him was all woman. He dropped his gaze, taking in her athletic shoes and fancy sweatpants that clung to full hips. This was no girl. The long-sleeved blue knit shirt she wore clung to her curves and set Cody’s imagination whirling. He focused in on a full, sensual mouth, drawn tight.

“You have a problem with me, cowboy?”

The mouth moved, but his brain seemed to slow down, unable to process it was her talking.

He raised his head to lock eyes with a very irate Carolina Grace. When had she transformed from sweet girl next door to spitfire? His belly tightened as they stared at each other, neither willing to look away. A spark of awareness zipped through him, but he stamped out as quickly as it appeared. Another time, another place, maybe. But not now, when he was broken and scarred, a shell of a man. Not ever. Carolina Grace was out of his league, and for that fact alone, he’d rather be dead than let her see his scars and the way his muscles hung off his bones.

“What’d you say?” She said sharply, green eyes going icy.

Shit. Had he said that out loud?

“You’re lucky to be alive and all you can do is stand here mumbling you’d rather be dead?” Her face twisted in anguish. “Greg, you take him. I don’t work with quitters or thumb suckers.” She handed her clipboard to the bodybuilder and spun on her heel.

Parker had used that word on him earlier this morning. Was that how everyone in town viewed him? As a thumb sucker? A pathetic, washed-up excuse of a man? Something inside him snapped. Fuck that. He’d show them all that he was made of stronger stuff. He might be down, but he sure as hell wasn’t out. He’d risen to the top of the bull-riding world not by choosing the expected route, but by acting on instinct, often surprising the heck out of the people around him. And every instinct in his body shouted at him to not let Carolina Grace hand him over to Giant Greg. “Wait.” Cody hustled after her, pushing through the shooting pains traveling up and down his leg. “Hold up a minute, Caro?” he called, slipping into the old nickname everyone had called her by when they were teenagers.

Ahead of him, she stiffened, but stopped, not turning around. “I go by Carolina now,” she answered tersely, still facing forward.

He came abreast of her, laying a hand lightly at her elbow. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did. It was out of line.” He sucked in a breath, gut lurching. Asking for help wasn’t his style. While he’d always been quick to lend a hand on the circuit, he’d prided himself on being self-sufficient, independent. It ate at him that he had to rely on others, now. Every damn day. He swallowed the lump of shame stopping up his throat. “I, ah… will you help me?” The anger peeled off her in waves. “Carolina?”

Her sudden movement caught him by surprise, and he found himself inches from her face, close enough to see gold flecks in the center of her green eyes. His pulse kicked up a notch as he held her gaze. Let her see he meant what he’d said.

“Can you handle it?”

“Bring it.” Her mouth thinned to a straight line. “Like I said, I don’t work with quitters or thumb suckers.”

“Good thing I’m neither.”
Layne, Tessa. Prairie Redemption: Cowboys of the Flint Hills (The Graces Book 2) Kindle Locations(133-165). Shady Layne Media. Kindle Edition.

It seems these two have a lot to overcome, Cody the physical as well as the mental feelings of inadequacy. For Caroline the guilt of betraying a man who’s deceased and the feelings that she isn’t meant to have her happily ever after.

A slow yet, fiery build to this relationship and plenty of emotional decisions that can make or break them.

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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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Praire Fever – Cowboys of the Flint Hills Book 7 by Tessa Layne



Prairie Fever
Cowboys of the Flint Hills Book 7
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Tessa Layne


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Playing doctor has never been so sexy…

Confirmed bachelor Gunnar Hansen, has successfully resisted the matchmaking efforts of Dottie Grace and her posse of granny wannabe’s. There’s no room in his life for love, or for starting a family of his own. Not when his hands are full running Hansen Stables and heading up the board of Prairie’s new medical clinic. But everything turns upside down when the socialite who ditched him at the altar years ago turns out to be Prairie’s new doctor.

Four years ago, fresh out of medical school, Suzannah Winslow took a gamble on a sweet-talking cowboy who left her high and dry… and pregnant. With her residency behind her, and an offer to become Prairie’s first and only physician, she can finally provide her daughter with stability she’s longed for. She has no interest in taking a second chance on a silver-tongued cowboy full of empty promises. Even if his smile still melts her panties.

But Gunnar has other ideas, and when he mounts a full-scale campaign to win back the woman he lost, will little Lula Beth become his unlikely ally or the wedge that drives them apart for good?

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One of the things I absolutely love about this series is the continuity. I love seeing the characters from previous books as we meet new ones.

Gunnar is the oldest Hansen brother, he seems to have given up on women and in this book we find out why.

Suzannah Winslow is a family doctor, she has passed the requisites the board of the new Clinic in Prairie has set forth and has come to town to start work.

Neither of them realized who the other was until a rather volatile confrontation at the welcoming at Dottie’s diner. Yes Gunner and Suzannah have a history that could undermine the community efforts in one encounter.

A favorite scene is when Gunner goes to apologize after that first encounter.

Even if the woman who’d stolen his heart was back in his life. He wouldn’t make the same mistake again. But he would make things right, and convince her to stay. For Prairie.

He paused at the walk. A swing hung at one end of the porch, and just in front of the screen door, a red tricycle stood, abandoned. What drew him forward though, was the light spilling out from inside, providing a welcome glow in the fading light. Gunnar steeled himself. He could do this, even if the Missouri plates belonged to the dad. He was just here to ensure Dr. Winslow didn’t quit and leave the residents of Prairie high and dry. Nothing more. No need to bring up the past. Ask any one of the hundreds of questions that burned in his brain.

Before he could knock, a tiny thing, white blonde hair spilling out in waves from behind a pair of Batman glasses and wearing a homemade cape ran up to the screen and stopped, staring. “Are you a good guy or a bad guy?” she asked, voice high and pipy.

Everything inside Gunnar melted at the sight of her. Was this Suzannah’s child? He pushed back the wave of longing at what might have been, and smiled down at her. “That depends.” On so, so much. He was pretty certain Suzannah thought he was a bad guy, although for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why. She’d stood him up.

“Lulah.” A voice, not Suzannah’s, called sharply from within the house. “Is someone at the door?”

Lulah? His stomach hollowed. Had she named her daughter Talulah after all? His chest pinched in envy. Tiny ran off, bare feet slapping against the hardwood, and seconds later a woman bustled to the door, smile fading when she recognized him.

Gunnar cleared his throat and offered a conciliatory smile. “Iris? It’s Iris isn’t it?” He remembered her from Vegas, one of Suzannah’s best friends.

Her brown eyes snapped fire. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage already?”

His head snapped back as if he’d been slapped. “I’ve done enough damage? I’m not the guilty party here. I just want to make sure–” This was an exercise in futility. Arguing with Suzannah’s self-appointed gatekeeper would get him nowhere. “Look, can I please talk to her?”

Shooting him another glare, Iris turned and disappeared. Given the look on Iris’s face, he wouldn’t put it past her to make him wait as long as possible. But he could play this game, too. He’d wait all night if necessary. He wasn’t leaving without talking to Suzannah. One minute, two minutes. He retreated to the porch railing, taking a seat. After five minutes, he heard footsteps approaching. Suzannah eyed him warily from inside.

He held out his hands in supplication. “I swear, I won’t take long.”

“You have sixty seconds,” she said with a quiver in her voice.

Shit. Had he made her cry? Nothing made any sense, but if he only had sixty seconds, he had to act fast. “Please, don’t quit. Prairie needs you. If you quit, it’ll be months before we find another suitable candidate, and we need a doctor yesterday.” She didn’t move to shut the door, so he pressed on. “I’ll stay away. It’ll be like we never met.”

His chest wrenched at her grimace, but this was for the best. He’d drive to Manhattan for medical care if it kept her here for the community. After a long moment, she nodded brusquely. “I’ll stay,” she said in a low voice.

Gunnar let out the breath he’d been holding in a whoosh, but he didn’t feel relief. Only emptiness. And deep sorrow for a life that could have been. “Thank you.” He turned to go, but stopped at the steps, turning back around. “Your daughter,” he said in a strangled voice he didn’t recognize as his. “She’s adorable.” And more than anything, he wished she was his.

He spun on his boot heel and hurried down the walk before he made a fool of himself.
Layne, Tessa. Prairie Fever: Cowboys of the Flint Hills (Kindle Locations 349-379). Shady Lane Media. Kindle Edition.

From here things get way more complicated. Gunner does his best to stay away but when he’s injured he has no choice but to see her.

Major misunderstandings, a secret confessed, and a whole lot of making up and other events will keep you turning the pages.

Laughter, love, and some tears all combine to have me almost begging for the next book.

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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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