Remy, book two in my Daughters of Texas series, is in the final stages of formatting and should be ready to launch in early May. UNTIL THEN, here’s a short excerpt from the chapter entitled “Heartache Tonight.” Enjoy! -EF
** After I sent that text, Cash Dallas didn’t waste any time getting back to Buckle. He was layin’ on my doorbell at three o’clock in the morning.
“Go away,” I yelled through the closed door.
“Remy, please let me in so we can talk,” he said.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” I said.
“Just give me five minutes, darlin’, then I’ll go,” he pleaded.
The “darlin’” was what did it. The straw that broke the camel’s back. I reached into the coat closet, pulled out my Mossberg home defense shotgun and racked it back, the sound unmistakable. “Get off my porch,” I said.
“Damn, Remy,” he said. “I know you’re not gonna’ shoot me, but I’m on the ground, just in case, and your neighbor, Mr. Hendrick, is out on his porch now with his own shotgun. This effin’ street is like the Wild Wild West. Let. Me. In.”
I opened the door, not wanting to air our dirty laundry to the neighborhood or test Mr. Hendrick. He was head of the neighborhood watch, and he took that shit seriously.
“You’ve got five minutes,” I said, proud of myself for managing not to cry. How could I still be attracted to this jerk?
“You can put the gun away,” he said.
“The clock is ticking,” I said, making no move to let go of the Mossberg. “Say what you have to say, then get out.” **