A Very Tempting Texan (Texas Cattleman’s Club: The Missing Mogul)

BOOK: A Very Tempting Texan (Texas Cattleman’s Club: The Missing Mogul)
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The
Texas
Cattleman’s
Club
is
back
with
a
new
series
from
Harlequin
Desire
!
And
things
are
heating
up
in
Royal
,
Texas
,
in
this
prequel
novella
by
USA TODAY
bestselling
author
Janice
Maynard

Rory Fentress was the town bad boy who made good. Now a successful businessman and an honorary member of the elite Texas Cattleman’s Club, he needs a permanent home in Royal, Texas, to run for state senate—and he’s got his eye on the ranch run by his former lover.

Shannon Morrison ended her steamy affair with Rory, afraid he’s only using her to get the ranch. But she’ll
never
give up her family’s hard-won legacy—even if Rory is more tempting than ever.

Rory knows what he wants, and he wants Shannon. He’s determined to change her mind about their future—and the best place to do that is between the sheets….

Return
to
Royal
,
Texas
,
with
the
Texas
Cattleman’s
Club
:
The
Missing
Mogul
series
from
Harlequin
Desire
,
starting
with
by
Rumor Has It
by
Maureen
Child
.

A Very Tempting Texan

Janice Maynard

Contents

One

Two

Three

One

S
hannon Morrison scrunched down in the driver’s seat and pulled her ball cap low over her eyes, hands clenched on the steering wheel. She was parked at the curb of the local mercantile where she had recently purchased two new pairs of work gloves, a washing machine hose and a half dozen potted begonias to brighten up the front porch of the home that had been in her family for six generations—the Bar None Ranch.

Across the street and down the block, in front of the courthouse, stood a man she wanted to avoid at all cost. Rory Fentress. Hometown bad boy made good. A guy who happened to live hundreds of miles away in Austin.

As a rebellious eighteen-year-old kid, he had kicked the dust of Royal, Texas, off his feet and headed out to make his fortune. Little more than a dozen years later, he was wealthy, powerful and even more good-looking than he’d been as a wiry high school kid.

Unfortunately for Shannon, she knew exactly what the adult Rory looked like naked.

Her skin tingled. The mental image was impossible to shake. Especially since she returned there again and again in her dreams on a nightly basis. She should be over him by now. After all,
she
had been the one to call a halt to their madness some weeks ago. It wasn’t as if he had dumped her. Theirs was an incendiary affair that had burned hot and bright, leaving ashes in its wake. And all because she had been introduced to a man she now knew to be her own personal Kryptonite.

One hundred and eighty days ago, give or take—not that Shannon was counting—Rory had returned to Royal intent on mending fences with his past and proving that he was now a man and not an angry teenager. The town had welcomed him with open arms. Even in a state as big as Texas, Rory had managed to become a household name after being named Austin’s most eligible bachelor. After graduating from law school with honors, he had founded a financial consulting firm that rocketed to success like an expensive Fourth of July firework. The man had money, good looks and charm. Who could resist him? Certainly not the old-timers in Royal who saw a chance to put their town center stage on the political map. Rory made no secret of his ambitions.

The incumbent state senator in Austin was deeply entrenched, so Rory had decided to run from the district of his birth. Once elected, rumor had it that the next goal would be a governor’s race by the time he was forty.

It wasn’t long before Rory’s visits to Royal became monthly and then bi-weekly. His popularity grew. It was no surprise to anyone when the final seal of approval was offered and accepted. The Texas Cattleman’s Club inducted the sinfully handsome and sexy Rory Fentress into its hallowed ranks as an honorary member.

Shannon was still a little miffed about that. It had taken a veritable earthquake of change to orchestrate the inclusion of women in the esteemed membership of the TCC. Shannon herself was one of the first four female members, and she had received an invitation only because her late father had been a wealthy, powerful fixture in Royal. And because Shannon was keeping his ranching legacy alive. But Rory, who had been a hell-raiser for most of his misspent youth, had been ushered in with typical “good ol’ boy” enthusiasm.

All a man had to do was reinvent himself, and suddenly all his past sins were forgotten. At least that’s how it seemed to Shannon.

Now...barely able to peer over the dashboard given her current position, she eyed him from a safe distance. Much as she would a dangerous bull. Because on his last trip to Royal, Rory had spent three days and nights with her, most of them in bed.

They had met six months ago during his first week back home, introduced by mutual friends. Soon, Rory was pursuing her with single-minded intent. And she had enjoyed every minute of it. Until she discovered a disheartening truth. In order to run for state senator from Royal’s district, Rory had to be a legal resident.

Shannon had been courted once in the past for her family’s land. She didn’t want to repeat the humiliating experience. But that didn’t stop her from falling head over heels for the fascinating, sexy Rory. Though she had gone out with him numerous times in the last half a year, it wasn’t until recently that he had coaxed her into bed.

Paradoxically, that experience had prompted her to break up with him. Because the sex had been so incredible, she’d almost crumbled when he asked to buy her family’s ranch. That was a sin she absolutely could not commit, even if Rory mesmerized her like a snake charmer.

The Bar None Ranch was her sacred responsibility...a part of the Morrison legacy left to her by her parents at their untimely deaths. No sweet-talkin’ Texan was going to influence her to do something she would later regret. Even if he did make her melt with longing when he touched her.

Today, he looked better than ever, if that was possible. He was tall and lean and muscular. His ebony hair, sculpted cheekbones and deeply tanned skin framed eyes that were the black of a moonless night.

Despite the fact that he could charm the diamonds off a rattlesnake with his generous smile and smooth manners, he projected an air of utter masculinity. No one would ever call him a “citified” guy, though he now wandered the halls of government in the Texas capital.

Rory Fentress was a man’s man through and through. His intelligence and charisma had propelled him on the political fast track, but beneath his sophisticated persona lay an alpha male who was virile, driven and good with his hands—whether than meant stroking a woman or gentling a horse, handling a firearm or wrestling a bronco.

Rory was the real deal. A Texas maverick. A rule-breaker. And an amazing lover.

Feeling her cheeks heat, Shannon moved restlessly, suddenly too hot in her khaki work shirt and well-worn jeans. Taking care not to sit up, she flipped the ignition long enough to roll down both windows. The spring morning that had started out with a gentle breeze was heating up rapidly. Much like her quivering insides.

Surely Rory would move on in the next few minutes. The day was wasting away, and she needed to get back to the ranch. But the only means of exiting the one-way street was to drive smack in front of the man she absolutely could not face.

Determined to wait him out, she fished her phone from her purse and perused her email. Pickup trucks were a dime a dozen in Royal, so she wasn’t worried about him recognizing her vehicle. He was probably in town to shake down some of Royal’s wealthiest citizens for backing of his upcoming political campaign or to purchase whichever piece of property he had decided to buy after Shannon turned him down. Trouble was, Royal didn’t have a very mobile population. Huge ranching operations remained in families for decades. Available real estate, at least the kind Rory would want, was slim pickings.

She had finished checking email and was playing a silly video game when a shadow fell across her left shoulder. Startled, she jerked upright, dropped her phone and bumped her elbow on the door handle.

A low, all-too-familiar voice spoke in tones more suited to a cloistered bedroom than a public street.

“Hello, Shannon. How are you?”

* * *

Rory Fentress knew a thing or two about political maneuvering. A man who could facilitate compromise had it in his power to make things happen. Important things. Dealing with a woman was similar, but far trickier.

At the moment, Shannon Morrison’s cool stare could have frozen molten lava. “What are you doing here?” she asked, the words tight and breathless. He hoped that his unexpected reappearance in Royal had shaken her.

“Business.” He shrugged, resting his right hand on the windowsill, wondering if she would buy that excuse. The lady was one smart cookie, and despite her bright, sassy hair and pale blue eyes, the voluptuous Shannon was no blonde bimbo. Come to think of it, if she had been, he would never have been interested in her to start with. Though he’d been less discriminating as a horny college kid, along the way since then he had learned that a woman’s brain was as fascinating as her soft skin and seductive curves.

Today, Shannon’s stylish chin-length bob was half hidden beneath a baseball cap. Not even the battered hat could detract from her innate sexuality. Her utilitarian work clothes merely drew attention to the radiant glow of her skin and the feminine strength of her slender arms and legs.

She ignored his intense perusal. “I have to go,” she said. “Please move your arm.”

“Let me buy you a drink.”

“It’s not even noon. I don’t know what you and your cohorts up in Austin are used to, but here in Royal we don’t break out the booze until after five.”

He wasn’t imagining the tilt to her chin. Or the barely veiled antagonism. Deliberately reaching a few inches farther into the cab of the truck, he trailed a finger down her arm. “I was talking about a Coke...or some sweet tea. But you’re still mad at me. I get it. Though I don’t know why.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she whispered. The words were forced from a clench-jawed, incredibly sexy mouth. Her eyes darted from side to side to see if anyone was observing their exchange. “I’m not mad. I’m merely busy. Very busy. And if you don’t mind, Rory, I’d like to get on with my day.”

“I love the way you say my name.” It was true. Every time he left Royal to go back to Austin, he thought about her constantly. Her ample rounded breasts. The way her throat flushed pink when he embarrassed her. The honeyed drawl of her words that made him feel at home, even in a town where he had started out his adult life by burning bridges. In the beginning he had fought the attraction, because it threatened to divert focus from his political plans. But more recently he had conceded, at least to himself, that he wanted somehow to fit Shannon into his list of life goals. “Let me take you to lunch at the diner. I know you’re not much of a breakfast eater. But we could grab a burger.”

“Absolutely not.”

His jaw tightened at her look of horror. The local eatery served coffee that was hot and strong but had a gossipy grapevine that could spread secrets faster than a brushfire in August. Clearly Shannon didn’t want to be seen with him. Though her response wasn’t unexpected, it had a surprising sting.

He threw down the gauntlet. “I thought I’d drive out to the ranch later. I never did get a chance to see it.” Mainly because he and Shannon had been more interested in getting to know each other over intimate dinners and during moonlit drives around the countryside. Most recently, that
interest
had translated into being alone in his hotel room. A hot shiver of remembrance snaked down his spine and hardened his sex.

“Are you threatening me?” Her eyebrows jumped to her hairline.

“You and I have unfinished business.”

Her beautiful pale blue eyes narrowed. “If you think I’m available for some kind of booty call whenever you happen to come back to town, you can forget it. And I’m
not
selling.”

“You made both of those points abundantly clear. But you also jumped to conclusions. I was simply trying to solve two problems at once. I see how you work yourself to death. You told me you’d love to be able to travel. I need to buy some property. My offer was designed to relieve some of your burden.”

“My problems are my business. Move that finger or lose it.”

Her glare would have discouraged a lesser man. He stepped back, letting her think she had won this round. “We had something special.”

“Put it in a Hallmark card.” She slammed her gearshift into reverse, shot backward, then pulled out onto the road with a screech and hurtled away from him, just a hairbreadth under the speed limit.

* * *

Stupid
,
stupid
,
stupid
. Shannon berated herself as she drove back home. How was Rory supposed to believe she was indifferent to him if she came apart in a girly meltdown whenever he showed up?

All she’d had to do today was be calm and friendly. Then he would have gotten the message that she was no longer interested in him. But no...instead, she had pitched a hissy fit like a jealous girlfriend. Which she wasn’t. Not by a long shot.

As she turned onto the long, winding road that led to the Bar None, she cussed under her breath when she glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a black Mercedes hurtling toward her. Surely he hadn’t followed her.

But apparently this was her day to be taken off guard. Because it soon became apparent that behind the wheel of the car on her tail was her erstwhile lover. In hot pursuit.

Suddenly furious, she pulled to the side of the road, shut off the engine and jumped down from the truck. Rory followed suit and met her more than halfway, his sheer presence forcing her to back up against her vehicle.

She put her hands on her hips and glared at him, wishing she had remembered to put on her sunglasses. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He stood there like a rugged model from a high-end men’s magazine, legs spread, arms crossed over his chest. His expensive suit fit him perfectly, drawing attention to his muscular thighs and broad shoulders. “We need to talk.” The words were quiet, his gaze sober, his face wiped clean of all expression.

Her heart missed several beats and settled into a syncopated rhythm. “Don’t tell me you’re pregnant,” she quipped. A panic attack on her part seemed imminent. She had done the smart thing. She had ended a sexual relationship that was going nowhere. She wouldn’t let it. She had too much pride to be with a man whose underlying motives were practical instead of romantic. Why was he making this so damned hard?

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he muttered. Taking her shoulders in his big hands, he drew her close and settled his mouth over hers in a gentle, drugging caress of warm firm lips. Long and slow and unabashedly intimate. He took charge as if he had every right to kiss her senseless.

His body was warm, and standing beneath the unforgiving sun, it was no wonder.

“Put your arms around me,” he said.

“I’m not selling you my ranch.”

But even as she whispered the words, her mental resistance to him crumbled in the wake of a tidal wave of longing. She did his bidding, because she needed this. Needed him. Painfully. As she had every day since he’d been gone.

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