 | THE COWBOY'S CHARMS Texas Brides of Pike's Run Series Book 3 Historical Western Romance J.T. Davis meets his match on the banks of the Buffalo Bayou when Angelique Morgan flashes her blue eyes. He is instantly attracted and in love. Even when he discovers she's from a wealthy family, and happens to be the daughter of his rival, he can't let circumstances keep him from winning her. Angelique Morgan is yearning for challenge and finds it in the life J.T. Davis offers her. She falls madly in love with him and marries him quickly. When she realizes she may not be good enough for him, doubts plague her. So do the manipulations of her father, Kendrick Morgan. While Kendrick Morgan's spies threaten their fragile future, J.T. must get his cattle to the rail head in Wichita or lose everything....including his wife. PURCHASE THE COWBOY'S CHARMS |
THE COWBOY'S CHARMS
As the workers carried the three crates down the gang plank, cat calls from the far corner of the dock drew J.T.’s attention.
“Lookee over there!” one man shouted, pointing across the water.
Whistles accompanied the cat calls. Curious, and slightly concerned, J.T. stepped forward and craned his neck over the men. He froze when he saw what caused their excitement.
A lady cooled herself on the opposite side of the bayou. Her legs dangled in the water as she sat in the grass and the shade of the trees. Her stockings hung over a branch.
The distance was far enough that not too much could really be seen, and she probably couldn’t hear the men clearly. Certainly she knew they could see her. The whistles irritated J.T. While she shouldn’t be revealing any skin in public, he couldn’t stand by and allow these men to ogle her. “Shut up,” he ordered them. “Stop gawkin’.”
One dockworker glared at him. “She’s givin’ the peep show. We didn’t make her.”
The others glared at him as well. They weren’t going to act right. J.T. sighed. The tenth dock was the last on the bayou. He jumped the railing and started up the bank.
“Where you goin’?” one yelled after him. “Don’t ya ruin it!”
J.T. ignored him as he walked quickly, keeping his eye on her. She lifted a leg out of the water, and he caught a glimpse of creamy, shapely calf. The cat calls grew louder, and her head snapped in the direction of the dock.
J.T. drew abreast of her. To get her attention, he called, “Ma’am?”
She turned.
J.T.’s heart stopped when she looked directly at him. Wavy, blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders, framing a face as angelic as it was desirable. But what grabbed him was the energy he felt when her eyes met his. Even with twenty yards of space between them, he could feel her. It was as if she’d touched him. His flesh burned as he leaned toward her.
He swallowed, completely forgetting what he needed to say.
“What’s wrong?” she called. “Have I got your tongue?”
His breath strangled in his throat. Should he say she did?
Slowly she got to her feet.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He hadn’t meant to share in the ogling of the display she offered, but he couldn’t help it.
As she reached for her stockings, his breath stilled. Was she leaving? Unwilling to see her go without at least knowing who she was, he hollered back at her. “What’s your name?”
She gave him a coy grin. Tossing her hair over one shoulder, she called, “I’m just a water nymph, running around the banks of the bayou. A figment of your imagination.”
Ordered thought flew from his mind. He possessed no witty remark. And when she turned and disappeared into the trees, he couldn’t even find the words to call her back. And now she could only exist in his imagination.
As the workers carried the three crates down the gang plank, cat calls from the far corner of the dock drew J.T.’s attention.
“Lookee over there!” one man shouted, pointing across the water.
Whistles accompanied the cat calls. Curious, and slightly concerned, J.T. stepped forward and craned his neck over the men. He froze when he saw what caused their excitement.
A lady cooled herself on the opposite side of the bayou. Her legs dangled in the water as she sat in the grass and the shade of the trees. Her stockings hung over a branch.
The distance was far enough that not too much could really be seen, and she probably couldn’t hear the men clearly. Certainly she knew they could see her. The whistles irritated J.T. While she shouldn’t be revealing any skin in public, he couldn’t stand by and allow these men to ogle her. “Shut up,” he ordered them. “Stop gawkin’.”
One dockworker glared at him. “She’s givin’ the peep show. We didn’t make her.”
The others glared at him as well. They weren’t going to act right. J.T. sighed. The tenth dock was the last on the bayou. He jumped the railing and started up the bank.
“Where you goin’?” one yelled after him. “Don’t ya ruin it!”
J.T. ignored him as he walked quickly, keeping his eye on her. She lifted a leg out of the water, and he caught a glimpse of creamy, shapely calf. The cat calls grew louder, and her head snapped in the direction of the dock.
J.T. drew abreast of her. To get her attention, he called, “Ma’am?”
She turned.
J.T.’s heart stopped when she looked directly at him. Wavy, blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders, framing a face as angelic as it was desirable. But what grabbed him was the energy he felt when her eyes met his. Even with twenty yards of space between them, he could feel her. It was as if she’d touched him. His flesh burned as he leaned toward her.
He swallowed, completely forgetting what he needed to say.
“What’s wrong?” she called. “Have I got your tongue?”
His breath strangled in his throat. Should he say she did?
Slowly she got to her feet.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He hadn’t meant to share in the ogling of the display she offered, but he couldn’t help it.
As she reached for her stockings, his breath stilled. Was she leaving? Unwilling to see her go without at least knowing who she was, he hollered back at her. “What’s your name?”
She gave him a coy grin. Tossing her hair over one shoulder, she called, “I’m just a water nymph, running around the banks of the bayou. A figment of your imagination.”
Ordered thought flew from his mind. He possessed no witty remark. And when she turned and disappeared into the trees, he couldn’t even find the words to call her back. And now she could only exist in his imagination.
REVIEWS FOR THE COWBOY'S CHARMS
"After reading the first two books of the series, I fell in love with JT. His book doesn't disappoint. The story is packed full of love, pain, betrayal, and passion. My favorite combination. I definitely recommend this one."
-- Amazon Reviewer
"There should be a miniseries. Kara O'Neal is an awesome author."
-- Amazon Reviewer
"Kara O’Neal’s Cowboy Charms succeeds on several levels. Her characters are clearly-drawn, the setting is fleshed out with period details and colloquial dialogue, and the action moves the story along at a good pace. I would recommend this book for anyone who likes plenty of adventure along with romance."
-- Gooodreads Reviewer
-- Amazon Reviewer
"There should be a miniseries. Kara O'Neal is an awesome author."
-- Amazon Reviewer
"Kara O’Neal’s Cowboy Charms succeeds on several levels. Her characters are clearly-drawn, the setting is fleshed out with period details and colloquial dialogue, and the action moves the story along at a good pace. I would recommend this book for anyone who likes plenty of adventure along with romance."
-- Gooodreads Reviewer
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