Great Summer Reads of 2019 Day 4!
Through a crazy twist of fate, Caroline Clemmons
was not born on a Texas ranch. To compensate for this illogical error, she
writes about handsome cowboys, feisty ranch women, and scheming villains in a
tiny office her family calls her pink cave. She and her Hero live in North
Central Texas cowboy country where they ride herd on their three rescued indoor
cats as well as providing nourishment outdoors for squirrels, birds, four feral
cats, a fox, a raccoon, and two possums.
The books she creates in her pink cave have made her an Amazon bestselling
author and won several awards. She writes sweet to sensual romances about the
West, both historical and contemporary as well as time travel and mystery. Her
series include the Kincaids, McClintocks, Stone Mountain Texas, Bride Brigade,
Texas Time Travel, Texas Caprock Tales, Pearson Grove, and Loving A Rancher as
well as numerous single titles and contributions to multi-author sets. When
she’s not writing, she loves spending time with her family, reading her friends’
books, lunching with friends, browsing antique malls, checking Facebook, and
taking the occasional nap.
A destitute widow; a reformed con man;
the danger that links them…
Betsie Galloway Hirsch has escaped
Memphis with her son. Her gambling husband tricked the wrong people and they’re
demanding Betsie pay his debts—or else. She’s come to Kincaid Springs to stay
with her mother and seek a safe place for her son. Being so far from her former
home, she feels secure. That is, until danger confronts her.
After 34 years alone, Michael “Monk”
Magonagle is falling in love with Betsie and is fond of her son. Monk is
certain she is not free of the men her late husband cheated. Although he is not
a violent man by nature, Monk is willing to fight for Betsie’s safety. He and
the men of the Kincaid family prepare to meet the enemy.
How can Betsie and Liam be protected
from the approaching danger? Will she and Monk be able to forge a love that
endures or will one of them be silenced forever? What toll will the enemy exact?
Monk hoped he wasn’t about to make
a fool of himself. He took her hand. “Betsie, I know you’re recently widowed
and I don’t want to rush you. When you’re ready to receive callers, may I call
“Well, of course. Mam’s said she’s
told you you’re always welcome here…” He saw when his meaning dawn on her. She
gaped and laid a hand at her throat. “Wait… you mean on me personally?”
He nodded, suddenly overcome by
A wide smile graced her face. “Oh,
Monk, I’d like that.” She raised her chin. “I-I’m not mourning my late husband
for several reasons. You may call whenever you wish.”
He released his breath. “Thank
you. I’ll be by this evening after supper.” He realized he still held her hand
and relinquished it.
She laid her fingers on his arm.
“Why not come for supper? You have to eat sometime.”
“You’ve convinced me. I’ll see you
later this afternoon. Goodbye.” He grabbed his hat and left before he did or
said something goofy.
At least she hadn’t made fun of
him for asking. She’d appeared pleased but she didn’t know many people in town
yet. Would she change her mind after meeting other eligible men?