Jan Hudson – In Roared Flint (страница 1)
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“I Should Be Married And At My Wedding Reception Right This Minute!”
Julie shouted at Flint. “You cannot kiss me. No.”
“Darlin’, I wasn’t the only one doing the kissing.”
“Don’t call me darlin’. I’m not your darlin’. I’m about to become Mrs. Robert Allen Newly.”
“
She bopped him on the shoulder with her fist. “Don’t you dare laugh. Yes, I’ll be Julie Newly, and it’s not funny. And if you know what’s good for you, Flint Durham, you’ll take me back to my wedding ceremony right this minute.”
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In Roared Flint
Jan Hudson
JAN HUDSON,
a winner of the Romance Writers of America RITA Award, is a native Texan who lives with her husband in historically rich Nacogdoches, the oldest town in Texas. Formerly a licensed psychologist, she taught college psychology for over a decade before becoming a full-time author. Jan loves to write fast-paced stories laced with humor, fantasy and adventure, using bold characters who reach beyond the mundane and celebrate life.
For Alex Thorleifson.
Thanks for friendship and
for Garner Valley.
Flint Durham was back.
A fury of emotions surged through Julie Travis Stevens as she clutched the lace curtains of her upstairs bedroom and watched him rip down Travis Boulevard toward the house.
Dressed in black and astride a Harley, he was roaring in the same way he’d roared out six years before. An unforgettable aura of dark intensity and menacing allure rode with him like a familiar. Unshaven, with a red bandanna on his head and his long black hair streaming behind him, he exuded a wild sensuality that was every mother’s nightmare. And every daughter’s secret dream.
Squeezing her lids tightly shut, Julie prayed that her eyes had deceived her, that her mind had conjured up an apparition.
After six long years, why had he picked
One thing she knew for sure: Flint Durham was up to no good. A sick, sinking feeling gripped her stomach, and she groaned involuntarily.
“Julie, what’s wrong?” her younger sister, Melissa, asked. She gathered her long shirt and crossed the room to peer out the window. “You look like you’ve seen a—Holy horse patties!” She grabbed Julie’s arm in a death grip, and her eyes bugged out like a bullfrog’s. “Would you look at that? I can’t believe it. It’s
Julie fought back the panic building inside her as she watched him roll to a stop behind the caterer’s truck and set the kickstand. Sure that she teetered on the edge of screaming hysteria, she clung to the shreds of her self-control as he came up the walk, his broad shoulders and long legs moving with the familiar, confident swagger that always had women in six counties swooning over him.
“Julie, he’s coming to the door,” Melissa said, her voice an octave higher. “What are you going to do?”
“If I had a gun, I’d shoot the bastard!”