A Wedding in Red Creek: Rori and Jackson (The Sons of Dusty Walker Book 9) by Randi Alexander Page A
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him.
His dad. The man had been dead and buried for over a month,
but his legacy lived on. Especially the part where he’d conceived four sons
from four different women—none of them his wife—and had kept the four brothers
from each other.
Now that all four of them had each spent a separate week in
this boringly quiet little town, somehow they’d each decided to stay, at least
most of the time. Some of them had kept interests back home that had to be
dealt with. “Stupid spawn of a deceitful asshole.” Jackson shook his head,
catching himself. No, he had forgiven his father, had sat down and spoken with
his mother, who still loved ol’ dead-and-gone Dusty as if he were her main
reason for breathing.
Drinking his water, he let it cool his anger. That dream,
though. So real, it had to mean something. Jackson wandered into the living
room and checked the time on one of Rori’s many gaming consoles. Nearly four in
the morning. Was he subliminally picking up uncertainty from Rori? Hell, he
could barely keep track of his own thought processes, much less sense anything
from anyone else.
He sat on the arm of a heavy recliner and stared at the
blank TV. The rodeo reference in the dream disturbed him. Rori had been okay
with his travel schedule when he’d told her he wanted to hit a few hot rodeos
this fall. How come, in his dream, it felt like he was abandoning her?
Hell, the whole concept confused him. This was the first
time in his life he’d even considered settling down. How did he know if it was
real love, or if Rori just happened to come into his world when he needed
someone? The thought of walking away from her, though, nearly broke him.
“Hey, cowboy.” Her sexy, low voice preceded the padding of
her bare feet across the floor. “Are you looking for a rematch?” She stepped in
front of him, and her functional blue cotton robe flapped open as she reached
for the game controller, revealing her curvy, nude beauty.
Jackson set down his glass and pulled Rori onto his lap,
dropping them both into the big chair. “You know I’m a lover, not a paid
assassin fighter.”
Rori giggled, her shoulder-length black hair swinging wildly
as she settled in, her blue eyes glowing. “I appreciate that you tried it,
though. For me.”
“Anything.” Something choked the word in his throat a bit as
he stared at his amazing woman. “Anything for you, darlin’.” His fingers found
the tight, red bud at the tip of her breast that gave them both so damn much
pleasure.
As she sighed, the memory of his dream assaulted him again.
He had to get his shit together. Rori was the best thing that’d ever happened
in his life, and he would make this work if it took every last ounce of his
strength to do it.
*~*~*~*
Connect With Me
Don’t you love a wedding? I had a lovely time writing Rori
and Jackson. Of course, they had to travel over a little bit of rough road to
get to that happy ending. I hope you enjoyed the final book in the series. I
hate to see it end!
Be sure to read the other books in The Sons of Dusty Walker
Series;
Book 1, Dylan by Jodi Redford
Book 2, Jackson by Randi Alexander
Book 3, Killian by Desiree Holt
Book 4, Rogue by Sable Hunter
Book 5, Zoe and Dylan by Jodi Redford
Book 7, Lexie and Killian by Desiree Holt
Book 8, Kit and Rogue by Sable Hunter
Book 9, A Wedding in Red Creek by Randi Alexander
I’ve included links to the authors’ websites so you can
easily find the stories.
Watch for another series coming from our group. Desiree
Holt, Sable Hunter, Jodi Redford and I are already planning another four-part
set of stories – four sisters this time. Subscribe to my Newsletter so you can hear all the latest on my upcoming projects.
If you liked reading A Wedding in Red Creek: Rori and
Jackson, please do me the honor of returning to where you purchased the book,
and to Goodreads (if you use that service) and post a review for me. Much
appreciated!
I'd love to hear from you. I've listed all
His dad. The man had been dead and buried for over a month,
but his legacy lived on. Especially the part where he’d conceived four sons
from four different women—none of them his wife—and had kept the four brothers
from each other.
Now that all four of them had each spent a separate week in
this boringly quiet little town, somehow they’d each decided to stay, at least
most of the time. Some of them had kept interests back home that had to be
dealt with. “Stupid spawn of a deceitful asshole.” Jackson shook his head,
catching himself. No, he had forgiven his father, had sat down and spoken with
his mother, who still loved ol’ dead-and-gone Dusty as if he were her main
reason for breathing.
Drinking his water, he let it cool his anger. That dream,
though. So real, it had to mean something. Jackson wandered into the living
room and checked the time on one of Rori’s many gaming consoles. Nearly four in
the morning. Was he subliminally picking up uncertainty from Rori? Hell, he
could barely keep track of his own thought processes, much less sense anything
from anyone else.
He sat on the arm of a heavy recliner and stared at the
blank TV. The rodeo reference in the dream disturbed him. Rori had been okay
with his travel schedule when he’d told her he wanted to hit a few hot rodeos
this fall. How come, in his dream, it felt like he was abandoning her?
Hell, the whole concept confused him. This was the first
time in his life he’d even considered settling down. How did he know if it was
real love, or if Rori just happened to come into his world when he needed
someone? The thought of walking away from her, though, nearly broke him.
“Hey, cowboy.” Her sexy, low voice preceded the padding of
her bare feet across the floor. “Are you looking for a rematch?” She stepped in
front of him, and her functional blue cotton robe flapped open as she reached
for the game controller, revealing her curvy, nude beauty.
Jackson set down his glass and pulled Rori onto his lap,
dropping them both into the big chair. “You know I’m a lover, not a paid
assassin fighter.”
Rori giggled, her shoulder-length black hair swinging wildly
as she settled in, her blue eyes glowing. “I appreciate that you tried it,
though. For me.”
“Anything.” Something choked the word in his throat a bit as
he stared at his amazing woman. “Anything for you, darlin’.” His fingers found
the tight, red bud at the tip of her breast that gave them both so damn much
pleasure.
As she sighed, the memory of his dream assaulted him again.
He had to get his shit together. Rori was the best thing that’d ever happened
in his life, and he would make this work if it took every last ounce of his
strength to do it.
*~*~*~*
Connect With Me
Don’t you love a wedding? I had a lovely time writing Rori
and Jackson. Of course, they had to travel over a little bit of rough road to
get to that happy ending. I hope you enjoyed the final book in the series. I
hate to see it end!
Be sure to read the other books in The Sons of Dusty Walker
Series;
Book 1, Dylan by Jodi Redford
Book 2, Jackson by Randi Alexander
Book 3, Killian by Desiree Holt
Book 4, Rogue by Sable Hunter
Book 5, Zoe and Dylan by Jodi Redford
Book 7, Lexie and Killian by Desiree Holt
Book 8, Kit and Rogue by Sable Hunter
Book 9, A Wedding in Red Creek by Randi Alexander
I’ve included links to the authors’ websites so you can
easily find the stories.
Watch for another series coming from our group. Desiree
Holt, Sable Hunter, Jodi Redford and I are already planning another four-part
set of stories – four sisters this time. Subscribe to my Newsletter so you can hear all the latest on my upcoming projects.
If you liked reading A Wedding in Red Creek: Rori and
Jackson, please do me the honor of returning to where you purchased the book,
and to Goodreads (if you use that service) and post a review for me. Much
appreciated!
I'd love to hear from you. I've listed all
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