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Circle Eight: Caleb

Series: Circle Eight , Book 3.0
By: Emma Lang | Other books by Emma Lang
Published By: Beth Williamson
Published: Feb 12, 2013
ISBN # 9780988566606
Word Count: 78,043
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Categories: Romance>Westerns/Cowboys Romance>Historical America

Description
A Texas Ranger, a lady blacksmith, a fierce passion, a dangerous game.

Caleb Graham has spent the last four years in too many dangerous situations to count. As a Texas Ranger, he knows no fear, or at least he never shows it. When he’s sent to force a blacksmith off government seized property, he runs face to face into the woman who will change his life.

Aurora Foster grew up on the very land the obnoxious Ranger is trying to throw her off of. Her parents and her husband died for it and there is no chance she would leave without a fight. A lady blacksmith might be an anomaly but she has the strength of the steel she forges and the courage to fight for what she believes is right.

When Aurora is inadvertently injured by Caleb, he seeks medical help from a neighboring ranch. The sprawling hacienda is full of the finer things in life and the one person Caleb never expected to see again… his youngest brother Benjamin. Forced to flee from a man who has kept the boy captive, the trio become traveling companions in a deadly game where no one wins.

Life turns upside down and sideways for Caleb and Aurora, caught in a game neither of them expected while they desperately try to save the boy who was lost to his family. Pursued and hunted, the three of them ride for the Circle Eight ranch. The unlikely pair of rescuers fight their attraction and for their lives.
 
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Excerpt:
The afternoon crept by while he waited, poking around her things. He knew she watched him but he couldn’t spot her. Damndest thing ever. To find a woman like her was like a punch to the gut. She unmanned him with her frank and sneaky ways.
He would have shot a man in the leg. A flesh wound of course, but it slowed them down. No way he could do that with a woman. It went against all he’d been taught. Even if she cussed and swung a hammer, she was a female and deserved a measure of chivalry, or a flavor of it anyway.
When she sat down beside him, he had to tell himself not to react. It was damn hard. She was warm, hot even, with a firm body he could clearly see outlined in the trousers she wore. They were pulled tight on her ass and hips. There was a hell of a lot more curves than he expected.
“I’m sorry I pulled that dirty trick on you, Ranger. I was angry. Still am.” Her tone was honest but tight with that anger she professed to.
“Understandable, but I’m an officer of the law for the Republic. I could arrest you for assault.” He would do no such thing. It would embarrass the hell out of him but she didn’t need to know that.
“Facing a dangerous person like me must be exhausting.”
A chuckle crept up his throat and he managed to swallow it. “I have my fair share of perilous situations in this job, Mrs. Foster. You’re not the first and you won’t be the last.”
“Hm, I’m sure that’s true.” She didn’t sound as though she believed him. “I have a proposition, Ranger.”
For a moment, perhaps two, he wondered if her proposition involved naked bodies and the promise never to tell what they’d done. Hot, sweaty bodies in the tall grass, firm curves and an afternoon of pleasure he would never forget.
“I want you to leave and forget you found me. Tell the government they made a mistake and this land belongs to me.”
His fantasy about her curves in his hands was gone in a puff of reality. “Pardon?”
“The way I see it, you can’t admit I bested you and I have nowhere to go. Leave now and no one has to know.” She had a smug expression on her face, as though she had solved both their problems with her foolish notions.
“You didn’t best me.” He crossed his arms and gave her his best lawman stone cold stare.
“Yep, I did. You just don’t have the balls to admit it.” She got to her feet and brushed her trousers off. His gaze slid to that posterior, its round shape giving him all kinds of ideas of how it would feel if he took her from behind.
Caleb was surprised by the direction of his thoughts. A few days ago, he had Mary in his lap, her tits in his face. Yet he hadn’t had one thought as lascivious as what had rolled through his head about the lady blacksmith. Maybe he should have found his pleasure with sweet Mary and he wouldn’t be twisted up about Aurora Foster.
“I’ve got balls, big ones. You wanna see them?” He reached for his trouser buttons.
She held up her hands. “I’ve seen enough men’s balls to last me a lifetime.” Her eyes widened after the words fell out of her mouth, then, to his amusement, she blushed. That’s when he noted her amber eyes, a deep shade that shone in the speckles of sunlight coming through the leaves.
“You’ve seen plenty of men’s balls then?”
“No, but more than I ever need to see.” She backed up a step. “Now I need you to leave.”
“I ain’t going without you. I will make sure you leave this property, pack up everything and find a new place to live.” He gestured to the house. “I’ll help you pack up.” It was kind of him to offer, even she had to admit that.
“I’m not leaving.” She backed up two more steps. “And I can guarantee you won’t make me.”
He chuckled. “You can’t guarantee a damn thing, Aurora.”
“You do not have my permissions to use my given name.” She was now ten feet away from him and from the looks of her, ready to run like a rabbit.
“Don’t disappear again.” He still didn’t get to his feet, confident whatever she did, he would be victorious in this little skirmish. Hell, he was an ex-soldier and a Texas Ranger. One lady blacksmith was no match for him.
“This is my land. It belonged to my father and now it belongs to me. You cannot make me leave.” She reached the fifteen foot mark and he moved to stand.
Quick as lightning, she was gone into the shadows with nary a puff of dust to give away she’d even been there. He stared at the spot, stunned by the speed at which she moved.
Damn. This was going to take a lot longer than he thought.

Circle Eight: Caleb

By: Emma Lang
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