Karen Kelley - How to Seduce a Texan

2009

Checklist:

1. Must love our son, even though he doesnt pick up his dirty clothes

2. Can tolerate our sons (loud) snoring

3. Enjoy large, noisy family gatherings

4. Love shopping, shopping, shopping

5. Love sappy movies

6. Can bake yummy Holly Berry cookies

7. Must have a pulse

Number one, yep. Number two, yep. Amazing! Number three, four, five, six, and seven: yes! yes! yes! yes! yes!

Welcome to the family Ms. Jodie Kelley!!!

If Cal Braxton had to explain one more time the workings of a dude ranch, hed rip out the phone, throw it against the wall, and say to hell with everything.

What? People couldnt figure it out for themselves? A ranch was a ranch. Horses and cows equaled ranch.

He sighed deeply. Damn, was this what his life had become? When had his temper gotten so short?

Yeah, right, as if he didnt already know the answer to that. About a week after hed dropped in at his little brother Brians ranch, which had been turned into aa resort, of all things. Cal could take fresh air only in small doses, no matter what kind of label his brother had put on it.

The country was starting to get to him. It always did. That was the reason hed left in the first place. He mightve been raised on this ranch, but country life wasnt for him, unlike Brian, who seemed to thrive on living out in the middle of nowhere.

Cal wasnt a phone person, either. Never had been, never would be. But baby brother had stuck him with the chore when Shelley called in sick with a cold.

Ringggggg!

He glared at the phone. It was possessed-taunting him.

He took a deep breath and jerked it up to his ear. Crystal Creek Dude Ranch, Cal speaking.

Id like to make a reservation, a very sexy, throaty voice drawled.

Her words wrapped around him, caressed him. His gut clenched. He suddenly realized something else hed been missing while on his self-imposed hiatus from city life-a hot sexy woman.

A spark of interest swept over him. So maybe his day wasnt going to hell after all. What exactly are you looking for? He leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on the desk.

What do you have? she flirted.

She was flirting, wasnt she? Did it matter? Well, yeah, sort of. Damn, he liked the sound of her voice, though. He switched the phone to his other ear. Will you be aloneor with someone?

Im definitely single, and I dont plan to change that fact anytime soon.

Oh, yeah, he really liked this lady a lot. He wanted to stay as far away from serious relationships as he could get. The female with the hot voice was exactly what he needed.

He pictured her sunning herself beside the pool wearing only a thong bikini, tanned curves stretched out on a lounge chair for his lengthy perusal.

Let me see whats available. His boots slapped the floor as he opened the registration book. Fanning the pages, he came to the current month.

Oh, man, this wasnt right. Not right at all. They were full. The first opening wasnt for two months. He probably wouldnt be around by then. He had no choice except to tell her shed have to continue looking for a vacation spot somewhere else-unless

Hope sprang inside him. The old homestead was empty. Not surprising. That place was nearly always open. Just as quickly as the spark of hope ignited, it died. Nah, he wouldnt foist that place on anyone, no matter how horny he got. It wouldnt be fair.

Man, it was a damn shame, too. The country had finally started looking better. He took a deep breath to tell her they were full up but stopped at the last second.

Then again

Just how rough do you like it? he asked.

Her chuckle rippled across the line and down his spine. I like it real rough.

He immediately lost himself in a fantasy of a sexy lady wearing black leather and stilettos walking slowly toward him. Lips painted red, blond hair flowing down her back in soft waves.

A door slammed. He looked up. A young couple strolled toward one of the cabins, their two redheaded sons in tow. The mother looked tired and worn.

Those were the type of people who visited a dude ranch. Families. Not sex-starved playgirls. The woman on the phone probably wanted to get back to basics: roughing it in the backwoods, seeing how pioneer women lived. He wouldnt doubt she was a dumpy, middle-aged history teacherbut with a really sexy voice. He might be desperate, but he wasnt that desperate.

He cleared his throat. I have one secluded cabin thats open.

Book me for the next two weeks. My name is Nicole Scott.

He had to admire her guts. Two weeks in the old homestead would certainly be roughing it. No electricity, no running water-just a pump in the kitchenoutside toilet facilities, as in the outhouse from hell, complete with a half-moon cutout. A shiver of revulsion swept over him. Yeah, the woman had a lot of guts.

But maybe he should explain it a little better just so she would understood. This cabin doesnt come with a lot of amenities

Im sure Ill manage.

Yep, definitely a spinster schoolteacher or maybe she was an older widowed woman and wanted to relive the Depression. Shed get her wish. The cabin would depress just about anyone.

He pictured his eighth-grade history teacher. Miss Horton had never married, and he could understand why. She wore her hair short, no make-up, and dark green heavy shoes.

The way the story went, her parents had died and left her the farm when she was sixteen. Shed had to work like a man to keep it going, and then once she was able to make it profitable, she sold it and went to college to get her teaching degree, but she never lost her mannishness.

Except shed had a really nice voice.

Before he could push it back, a vision formed of Miss Horton wearing a black leather dominatrix outfit and combat boots. The image did as much good to bring his thoughts back to the present as if hed jumped into the river during the middle of winter.

Back to business. He finished making the necessary arrangements with Ms. Scott and hung up. A shame.

Dumpy history teacher or not, she had a voice that warmed him all over. It would be interesting to see exactly what she looked like. Since she was arriving tomorrow, he wouldnt have long to wait.

Nicole Scott. Hell, he even liked the sound of her name when it rolled off his tongue. What if she was young and attractive? For just a few seconds, he closed his eyes and imagined her walking toward him, peeling off each layer of clothing she wore.

Just when it was starting to get good, he heard the mother of the wild little boys screech at one of them. For some reason, she sounded like Cynthia, his ex fiance. That was enough to kill his amorous mood.

He almost hoped Nicole was matronly. He didnt need to start another relationship. Just look what happened with the last one. Hed glanced away and found himself engaged to Cynthia-the witch from hell whod decided she wanted him on a leash, another toy to add to her collection, then discard when she was tired of her plaything.

He hated manipulative women. No, make that rich, spoiled, manipulative women. Women who didnt know or care about the meaning of survival. They ranked on the top of his list of people to avoid-right along with reporters, whod dogged his football career right from the start and made his life a living hell.

But like his grandpa had always told him, what goes around, comes around. He had no doubt that someday the people he wanted to avoid would realize the errors of their way, and if he ever got the chance to help them see the light, he planned to take it.