Red's Hot Cowboy (Spikes & Spurs Series #2)

by Carolyn Brown Narrated by Ann Marie Lee

Overview

He wasn't looking for trouble . . . But when the cops are knocking on your door, trouble's definitely found you. And this is where Wil Marshall finds himself after checking in to the Longhorn Inn. It could all be a big mistake, but Wil's not getting much sleep. Then the motel owner-who is drop dead gorgeous and feisty to boot-saves him from an even worse night behind bars. Now he owes her one, big time . . .

Pearl never wanted that run-down motel, but her aunt didn't leave her much choice. And then this steaming hot cowboy shows up looking for a place to rest. Next thing she knows, she wants to offer him more than just room service. But if he calls her Red one more time, he won't be the only one accused of murder . . .

Sparks are definitely flying and before long, the Do Not Disturb sign might be swinging from the door . . .

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

"An old-fashioned love story told well... A delight. 4 Stars" — RT Book Reviews

"Plenty of twists, turns, hot cowboys, and a storyline that's got to be continued... " — The Long and Short of It Reviews

"[Brown’s] heroes are hunky and sexy, and completely droolworthy... " — Drey’s Library

"Brown delivered a charming romance laced with down home fun. " — SOS Aloha

"A fun read with real world characters that are easy to relate to. " — Michelle’s Ramblings

"Sweet as pecan pie!" — Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell

"With hunky cowboys and sassy cowgirls, and a little mystery thrown in, this is a great summer read. " — Debbie’s Book Bag

"Brown is a superstar... Full-throttle fun." — Wendy’s Minding Spot

"Filled with quirky, endearing characters... " — Book Lover and Procrastinator

"This story made me laugh out loud on quite a few occasions and the action packed sex scenes are enough to steam up your glasses." — Eva’s Sanctuary

"A world of hot cowboys and strong women." — Beck’s Book Picks

"The Texas twang comes through loud and clear... A total delight to read. " — Sugarbeat’s Books

"Carolyn Brown brings her characters to life with fire and spunk." — Thoughts in Progress

"Vivid and crafty, this tale has it all. Sexy, punchy and heart-stopping." — Seriously Reviewed

"A great, fun and heartwarming romance. " — Book Chick City

Product Details

BN ID:	2940171296230
Publisher:	Tantor Audio
Publication date:	09/17/2012
Series:	Spikes & Spurs Series , #2
Edition description:	Unabridged

Read an Excerpt

The lights went out in Henrietta, Texas.
Everything west of the bridge into town was black: no streetlights and very few humming generators. But the flashing neon sign advertising the Longhorn Inn motel still flickered on and off, showing a bowlegged old cowboy wearing six guns, a ten-gallon hat, and a big smile as he pointed toward the vacancy sign at his feet.
Santa Claus and a cold north wind kept everyone inside that Christmas Eve night and there were no customers, which was fine with the new owner, Pearl Richland. She could cuss, stomp, and pout about operating a damn motel in north Texas rather than spending the holiday in Savannah with her southern relatives, and no one would hear a thing. Not even her mother, who had told her she was making the biggest mistake of her life when she quit her banking job in Durant, Oklahoma, and moved to Henrietta, Texas.
"Entrepreneur! Running a fifty-year-old motel and cleaning rooms is not an entrepreneur. You are ruining your life, Katy Pearl Richland," her mother had said.
But Pearl had always loved the time she spent at the motel when she was a kid, and after sitting at the loan officer's desk in a bank, she had a hankering to be on the other side. The one where she was the person with a new business and bright, fresh ideas as to how to improve it.
Now she was, but it did have a price to pay. Pearl, the party girl, was now an entrepreneur and had more work than she could keep up with and hadn't been out on a date in months. Hard work, she didn't mind. Long hours, she didn't mind. Online classes with research projects that took a chunk of her days, she didn't mind. Not dating—that she minded a helluva lot.
Pearl put the finishing touches on the assignments for the two online motel hospitality classes she was taking out of Midwestern University in Wichita Falls. One needed a few tweaks, but she'd have it done by New Year's, and then she'd enroll in more courses, which would begin the middle of January.
She was on her way to the kitchen to see if Santa Claus had left something wonderful like double fudge brownies in her cabinet when all hell broke loose. She thought about that guy in the poem about the night before Christmas as she ran to the window and peeked out at all the vehicles crunching gravel under their wheels—cars, vans, trucks. She wouldn't have been surprised to see a fat feller dressed in red with tiny reindeer stopping an oversized sleigh in amongst all those vehicles.
She hustled back to the check-in counter and put on her best smile as she looked at the crowd pushing their way toward the door. The tiny lobby of the twenty-five-unit 1950s-style motel didn't offer breakfast, not even donuts and coffee. That was something on her list for the future, right along with a major overhaul when she decided whether she wanted to go modern or rustic. It didn't have a crystal chandelier or a plasma television. It did have two brown leather recliners with a small table between them. In addition to the recliners, it was now packed with people all talking so loudly that it overpowered the whistling wind of the Texas blue norther that had hit an hour earlier.
She was reminded of Toby Keith's song "I Love This Bar." He sang about hookers, lookers, and bikers. Well, if he'd loved her motel instead of a bar he could have added a bride and groom, a pissed off granny who was trying to corral a bunch of bored teenage grandchildren, and sure enough there was Santa Claus over there in the corner. Pearl didn't see anyone offering to sit on his chubby knees, but maybe that was because he'd taken off his hat and his fake beard. He was bald except for a rim of curly gray hair that ended, of all things, in a ponytail about three inches long at his neck.
Pearl raised her voice. "Who was here first?"
The door opened and four more people crowded into the room, letting in a blast of freezing air that made everyone shiver.
A young man in a tuxedo stepped up to the tall desk separating the lobby from the office. "That would be us."
"Fill out this card. Rooms are all alike. Two double beds, micro-fridge, and free wireless Internet," Pearl said.
A girl in a long white velvet dress hugged up to his side. "We sure aren't interested in Internet or a microwave oven tonight. This is so quaint and very romantic, and it's got all we need... a bed!"
The man took time out from the card to kiss her.
Quaint and romantic? Pearl thought. It's more like the motel in that old movie Psycho. But I do like the idea of quaint and romantic. Hadn't thought of that, but it has a nice ring for a black-and-white brochure. Visit the quaint and romantic inn... I like it.
Built in a low spot on the east side of town more than half a century before, it had a rough, weathered wood exterior that had turned gray with wind, rain, sleet, and pure old Texas heat; wind-out windows that used to work before air conditioning had been installed (now they'd been painted shut); a covered walkway all the way around the U-shaped building; and a gravel parking lot.
Pearl had twenty-five units and it was beginning to look like it really could be a full house. That meant she'd be cleaning a hell of a lot of rooms on Christmas Day because Rosa, the lady who'd helped her Aunt Pearlita for the past twenty years, decided to retire when Pearlita passed away in the fall.
While Mrs. Bride whispered love words in Mr. Bridegroom's ear, Pearl looked out over the impatient crowd. Santa good-naturedly waited his turn, but the lady behind him with six teenagers in tow looked like she could chew up railroad spikes and spit out ten penny nails.
Maybe Pearl needed to sit on Santa's lap and ask if he'd send his elves to help clean the rooms the next day. Cleaning hadn't been a problem because renting five or six units a night was the norm up until that moment. The east side of the motel had ten units along with Pearl's apartment. The bottom of the U had five units and a laundry room, and the west side had ten units. There was parking for one vehicle per room with extra parking for big trucks behind the laundry room. Part of her last online assignment was designing charts to make a few more spots in the wide middle. Even if she implemented the idea, it couldn't happen until spring. Winter, even in Texas, wasn't the right season to pour concrete.
The motel area had been carved out of a stand of mesquite trees fifty-plus years before, and every few years Pearlita had ordered a couple of truckloads of new gravel for the center lot and the drive around the outside edge. She'd declared that concrete was hot and that it made the place too modern, but Pearl figured she couldn't afford the concrete. When she saw the savings account her aunt left in her name, she changed her mind. Aunt Pearlita was just plain tight.

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