Carolyn Brown
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Funny, sexy, and sure to appeal to the huge audience of country music fans, this new trilogy features the Honky Tonk beer joint and its succession of lovelorn owners.

Serving two counties, one wet and one dry, the Honky Tonk is the gathering place for every hothead, thirsty rancher, and lusty lady looking for a good time. Owner Daisy O'Dell vows she'll run the place until they drag her cold dead body through the swinging doors. That is, until the day Jarod McElroy walks in, looking for a cold drink and a moment's peace from his ornery Uncle Emmitt.

The minute Jarod sees Daisy, with her hot looks and smart mouth; he knows he's met not only his own match, but Uncle Emmitt's as well. Now, if only he can convince her to come out from behind that bar and come on home with him…

Excerpt

All the air escaped Daisy’s lungs in a whoosh when the cowboy collapsed on top of her body. She sucked in air and pushed at the weight, but her arms were pinned. She opened her eyes to see a head full of dark hair and felt the sharp bone of his nose pressing into her left breast. He raised his head and looked over at her, his face only inches from hers, his eyes zeroing in on her lips.

Hot damn! That’s one sexy face, they both thought at the same time.

She shut her eyes and started to lean in for the kiss, then reality hit. She had fallen flat on her back on the floor of the Honky Tonk beer joint and taken the nearest cowboy down with her. She popped her eyes wide open and wriggled back away from the sexiest gray eyes she’d ever seen.

Oh, shit, who saw us? Daisy looked up to find everyone staring down at them, the cowboy’s body still touching her from breast to toe, even though he had rolled to one side. The blush that filled her cheeks had nothing to do with afterglow.

The joint was as quiet as a tomb. It was a hell of a time for the jukebox to go silent.

“You all right?” Tinker, the bouncer, asked. He was hovering over the two of them, worry etched in his face as he bent to touch her shoulder.

“I’m fine. Make sure he is too,” she panted.

He’d seen the girl slip in the same slick puddle of spilled beer and grab for him.

Daisy forced a smile.

Tinker held out a hand and in one swift movement the cowboy was on his feet.

Tinker picked up Daisy carefully and set her on a barstool. “You sure you’re all right?”

“My dignity is in tatters and I might have a bruise or two, but I’ll live,” she said.

“I’d better get back to the door. Motion if you need me,” Tinker said.

She nodded and raised her voice to the customers, who were still watching the whole scenario as if it were an X-rated movie. “I’m fine, everyone. I promise. Get on back to having a good time.”

Someone plugged coins into the jukebox and George Strait’s song “River of Love” filled the place. Several people started a line dance and by the time the song ended everything was back to normal.

All except Daisy’s heart. It still raced.

She looked at the cowboy. He was just as sexy sitting on the barstool as he’d been lying on top of her. “Sorry about that. I hope you don’t have anything broken.”

The cowboy barely nodded. “Just a little stunned. Stupid things like that happen so fast it’s like it happened to someone else. Might have a bruise—but you broke my fall.”

Daisy forced a smile.

“Guess we stepped in that beer at the same time.

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