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.Â
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
sheâ€™s not writing, she loves spending time with her family, reading her friendsâ€™
books, lunching with friends, browsing antique malls, checking Facebook, and
taking the occasional nap.
the danger that links themâ€¦
Memphis with her son. Her gambling husband tricked the wrong people and theyâ€™re
demanding Betsie pay his debtsâ€”or else. Sheâ€™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.
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 Betsieâ€™s safety. He and
the men of the Kincaid family prepare to meet the enemy.
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?Â
door. She hated their time together was over.
shoulders. â€œBetsie, may I kiss you goodnight?â€
she pretended to be demure. She certainly didnâ€™t want him to think she was a
hoyden. â€œI think that would be all right.â€
into an embrace. Sheâ€™d thought he meant a kiss on the cheek, but that wasnâ€™t
the case. His lips sought hers softly at first, then as if he would consume
her. Without conscious thought her arms went around him, pulling him closer.
if sheâ€™d been deprived of a part of herself. Each of them panted with ragged
breaths. He held her a few minutes longer, his forehead against hers.
you as if I was drowning and you were a life preserver.â€
face. â€œThen youâ€™re not sorry?â€
carried away, too. Perhaps itâ€™s not proper to admit, but I enjoyed your
to his face. â€œGoodnight, Betsie. Iâ€™ll be by to escort you to Mass in the
morning. I hope I may call again soon.â€