Texas Made

By Eve Gaddy

When pure country meets pure city…

Rancher Marshall Walker isn’t looking for a woman—not permanently, anyway. He's plenty busy raising beautiful Walker paint horses that are in high demand across Texas. But when his sister’s gorgeous friend arrives for an extended visit, he’s not opposed to exploring what could happen. He knows his heart is safe—Jaclyn Carson is a city girl, and he’s country through and through.

Jaclyn isn’t looking for a man, either. Owner and CEO of her own makeup company, she doesn’t have any desire to relax or slow down. With her condo under extensive renovations, she takes up her friend’s offer to stay at her family’s Texas ranch. Jaclyn’s more than a little curious to catch a glimpse of her not-so-secret college crush, and Marshall is hotter than ever. And his proposition—a steamy but very temporary affair—sounds like a fantasy come true.

What happens when two opposites fall in love? Can they meet in the middle or will they go their separate ways, even if it means breaking their hearts?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tule Publishing
• Release date: Jul 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781954894105

Eve Gaddy

“Eve Gaddy is the award winning, national bestselling author of more than twenty-seven novels and novellas. Eve is a member of Romance Writers of America’s Honor Roll for Bestselling authors. Her books have won and been nominated for awards from The Golden Quill, Romantic Times, Bookseller’s Best, Holt Medallion, Texas Gold, Daphne Du Maurier and more. She was nominated for a Romantic Times Career Achievement Award for Innovative Series romance as well as winning the 2008 Romantic Times Career Achievement award for Series Storyteller of the year. Eve’s books have sold over a million copies worldwide and been published in many foreign countries. Eve loves her family, spring and fall in east Texas, the Colorado mountains, dogs, chocolate, books, and electronics. She enjoys cooking except when she is writing, and has been known to tell her husband that is what takeout was created for. Eve also loves a happy ending. That's why she writes romance.  

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Chapter One

Marshall Walker might drive a 4X4 Dodge Ram pickup truck but he’d fantasized about having a Corvette more times than he could count. In front of the cottage that was back behind the barn on the Walker ranch sat a fire-engine red beauty, in perfect condition, and he’d bet it ran like a fire on steroids. It sure didn’t belong to their new ranch manager, Ella Slade. She drove an older model pickup. Plus, she’d moved out of the cottage recently to live with his brother Chase at the big house until their own house was finished.

Whose red Corvette is parked by the cottage? Marshall asked his sister Damaris, who was grooming her mare, Cinnamon.

Damaris looked at him over the mare’s back. Oh, that’s Jaclyn’s. I told you she was going to stay with us for a while, didn’t I?

No. If she had, he hadn’t been paying attention. Jaclyn who?

Damaris looked exasperated. Jaclyn Carson. You know, my friend from college.

Jaclyn Carson? He hadn’t seen her in years, not since she was nineteen. She’d been a pretty girl, a model, Damaris had said. But she was his baby sister’s age. Which had made her too young and definitely off-limits. Then. Jack’s staying here?

"Jaclyn, Damaris said, emphasizing the name, is going to live with us until her condo is ready. The whole complex is being redone and she needs a place to stay."

For how long?

Until her place is finished.

That was informative. I thought she lived in Dallas?

She does. But she needs a change of scene and we decided she should come here. She can work from here when she needs to.

She makes lipstick or something, he remembered. Why can’t she stay at a hotel in Dallas?

Because she’s staying here, in the cottage behind the barn, Damaris said impatiently. And FYI she’s the owner and CEO of a very successful makeup company. It’s called Divinity.

I thought that was candy. He rubbed the back of his neck. Damn, of course he remembered Jaclyn. She’d kissed him, once, when she was nineteen and he was twenty-four, which was also why there had only been one kiss. But that one kiss had been hotter than most of the ones he’d had before or after. And Marshall had kissed a lot of women.

Here she comes now. Be nice, Damaris said. Jaclyn, you remember Marshall, don’t you?

He kind of hoped she wasn’t as pretty as he remembered since he didn’t need the distraction. Then he turned around and saw her. She wasn’t pretty. She was absofreakinlutely gorgeous. Long, tousled blonde hair, clear green eyes set under dark brows and lashes, a perfect nose, and the most luscious, kissable lips he’d ever seen, painted as red as her Corvette. Holy shit, he was in trouble.

Of course. Hello, Marshall. It’s good to see you again. Her voice was sultry as summer, a smooth, silky contralto. She held out her hand and he took it. Her skin was soft but her handshake was firm.

She wasn’t nineteen anymore. This was a woman. A self-possessed, beautiful woman who could slay a man with a look—and knew it. She threw him off-balance. Women never rocked him like one look at Jaclyn Carson had done. He didn’t like it. He said, Hi, Jack. Likewise. Likewise? Had he really said likewise?

Smooth as ever, I see. She gave him a wintry smile and added, Call me Jaclyn.

She hadn’t liked the nickname at eighteen or nineteen and it didn’t seem as if she liked it any better now. Good. This woman had trouble with a capital T written all over her.

Sure, Jaclyn, he said, releasing her hand.

Damaris, who was a damn sight too observant, said, We could use some help with Jaclyn’s stuff. If you’re not too busy. The look in her eyes said he’d better not be.

Hell, he wasn’t scared of his little sister. Even if she did have ways to make him pay.

On second thought, he’d been on the receiving end of Damaris being pissed and it was definitely to be avoided.

How bad could it be? Since she’d be living with them, he’d have to be around Jaclyn so he might as well start now. Treat her like he did Damaris. That was the ticket.

Yeah, that wasn’t going to work. He didn’t, in any way, shape, or form, think of Jaclyn Carson the same way he did his sisters.

* *

Damn it, Marshall Walker looked every bit as mouthwateringly tempting as he had years ago, when she was in college. The least he could do was have a potbelly, but no, he was every inch a lean, hardworking, sexy-as-sin cowboy.

His dark wavy hair was medium length, a little shaggy, like he needed a haircut. He had the same gray eyes, which she assumed still darkened or lightened with his mood. Perfectly sculptured features. Strong and manly. He hadn’t shaved, which only seemed to accent his good looks. Odd, since she preferred men to be clean-shaven. Which nowadays was pretty damn hard to find.

He was still single and, according to Damaris, there wasn’t a girlfriend in the picture either. Did that give her ideas? Yes, of course it did. She’d had ideas about Marshall since her college days, whenever she went home with Damaris.

Here she was again, trying out country life. Lord knows she wasn’t cut out for it. Her idea of hard work was an all-day board meeting or reading through results of human testing on new products. Trying to decide whether to expand the makeup business or start a new product line, and if so, where. Those were all hard work.

Shoveling out horse shit was nowhere on her list. She liked horses. Horse shit, not so much. She had liked riding when she was younger and had visited Damaris. But she hadn’t been on a horse since. Of course, Damaris had said they’d soon change that. She’d brought a pair of boots with her, but they weren’t cowboy boots. Maybe she’d go into town and check out the Kelly Boots store. She loved footwear and Kelly Boots were famous for a reason.

As for all the other tasks running a horse farm involved, Jaclyn wouldn’t have a clue where to start. Which was just fine with her. She wasn’t interested in the ranch. Only the rancher. Marshall Walker, who she’d had a crush on since she was eighteen years old, and Damaris had taken her down to the corral to watch Marshall putting one of the horses through his paces. She’d thought he looked amazing on the horse’s back. Then he’d dismounted and walked over to meet her.

She’d been dumbstruck. He was everything she’d imagined wanting in a man. He was definitely a man and not a boy, which only made him more desirable in her mind. And he looked at her in exactly the same way he did his sister.

Marshall hadn’t known she was alive. Not until the following summer when she’d kissed him. He’d kissed her back and totally blown her mind. But then he’d let go of her, muttered something about ‘too young’ and had made sure he wasn’t alone with her for the rest of her visit.

She hadn’t spent the intervening years mooning over the man, but she admitted to thinking about him from time to time and wondering if she’d respond the same way now as she had then. Well, she had her answer. Hell, yes.

Marshall, Jaclyn decided, was a damn sight too sure of himself. Wouldn’t it be fun to befuddle him as he’d done to her? Wouldn’t it be even more satisfying to discover just what kind of lover Marshall Walker would be?

But what if she actually fell for him? Fell, as in want to be with forever? That would be a disaster even if he felt the same way. Even more so if he felt the same. Because Marshall was firmly country and she was firmly city and never was that twain going to meet.

There were other men around Whiskey River. Men, she was certain, she wouldn’t be in danger of actually falling for. Or here was a thought. What did she need with a man? Beyond the obvious of course. She’d done without before. In fact, had been doing so ever since her last boyfriend had broken up with her.

Jaclyn hadn’t brought a lot of stuff with her. But then, not a lot would fit in her car. She had her computer, a printer, a suitcase with clothes, another suitcase with cosmetics, some that she usually wore and some experimental, a box with the ingredients for a new lipstick and new eye shadow she was experimenting with, and a file folder box full of what she deemed essential papers. Of course, she had everything on the computer but she liked having a paper copy for backup as well.

She knew she’d have to make a few trips to Dallas to take care of things in person, but most of her business could be done via video conferencing. At least until her condo was ready, but she didn’t know how long that would be. Her COO, Rachel Moore, was in Dallas, handling the day-to-day operations, and she reported to Jaclyn frequently. Besides being her COO, Rachel was one of her best friends and she trusted her implicitly. All in all, Jaclyn thought she should have plenty of time to relax and have fun with Damaris.

Jaclyn was a bit of a workaholic. Okay, make that a lot. Which Damaris knew and was one reason her friend had talked her into coming to Whiskey River. And maybe her friend was right and it was time she took a break and had some fun.

With Marshall? She’d have to see. She knew one thing though. He was entirely too tempting for her peace of mind.

Chapter Two

"Jaclyn’s coming to dinner tonight," Damaris told Marshall the following day.

He tightened the cinch on the saddle he was putting on Cappuchino, his original stud, and looked at her. Okay.

I want you to be there.

I usually am. He checked the stirrup length, wondering what was so important about this dinner.

I don’t want you to drag in late, Damaris continued. Ruthie’s cooking a nice dinner for everyone.

Everyone?

I’ve invited Gabe and Chantel and Chase and Ella, too. Cole’s not in town or I’d have asked him.

Sounds like you’re going to a lot of trouble. What’s the occasion?

What do you think? I want Jaclyn to feel welcome. I thought it would be a nice way for her to see the family again, plus meet Chantel and Ella.

Why don’t you just take her to your girls’ night out thing?

I’m going to, but this is for family.

He led the stallion out of the barn. I don’t see why you’re making such a big deal out of it. I thought she was going to be here awhile.

Do you have to argue about every damn thing, Marshall?

He started to deny it but given the look in his sister’s eyes, he figured the less said the better. What time is it going to be?

Seven o’clock and don’t come in smelling like horses.

You’re one to talk.

Marshall, she said warningly.

Fine. Want me to wear a tux or is a suit okay?

Ha-ha. Just don’t be late. Ruthie’s making her special spaghetti and meat sauce.

Marshall perked up at that. Ruthie’s spaghetti was one of his favorites. Why didn’t you lead with the menu?

But she’d already left. Shaking his head, Marshall swung himself into the saddle and pointed Cappuchino in the direction of one of his favorite rides.

As requested—ordered was more like it—Marshall showed up at the appointed time, showered and wearing one of his better pair of jeans. Since he’d shaved that morning, he drew the line at shaving twice in one day. Dinner with most of the Walker family was not a quiet affair. Jaclyn was seated directly across from him. Damn, she looked better every time he saw her. Tonight she wore a fitted sweater in a soft pink with, he’d seen earlier, blessedly tight jeans. Her blonde hair was down, flowing over her shoulders and down her back. He knew she wore makeup—hell, she owned a makeup company—but she didn’t really look like it. She just looked…beautiful.

Jaclyn, will you be here for the annual Boots & Bangles gala? Chantel asked.

Before she could answer, Gabe laughed. Watch out, Jaclyn. She’s probably got someone in mind to matchmake you with.

Jaclyn looked puzzled. Uh, thanks but I’ll pass on that.

Chantel laughed. He’s just giving me a hard time. I tried to set him up with someone and well— she held up her left hand to show off her wedding and engagement rings —this is what happened.

Everyone laughed.

Tell me about this gala, Jaclyn said. Where is it and when is it?

It’s in March, Damaris told her. I can’t believe I never told you about it. The Kellys and the Blues host a charity ball every year at the Kelly ranch. You know who they are, right?

I live in Texas, Jaclyn said dryly.

Of course she knew about the Kellys. Pretty much everyone in Texas knew of the Kellys and their brothers, the Blues. The Kelly holdings were vast, including of course, the world-famous Kelly Boots. Added to that were their oil wells, cattle business and Trey Kelly’s championship quarter horses. And Nick Blue was a former PBA champ who raised bulls since his retirement from the circuit. Wyatt Kelly was the tycoon of the family, though none of them were hurting for cash. And Xander Blue was an IT expert who kept the company’s computer system on the cutting edge.

I knew they were big into philanthropy. Now that you mention it, I’m sure I’ve heard about the gala. I never have been invited though.

Well you’re invited now. I’ll introduce you to Paloma Kelly. She’s the family matriarch and chair of the silent auction that takes place at the ball. I’m sure she’d love to have something from your makeup company donated. The gala would be perfect for you to advertise your company. You could put together a makeup bundle. The proceeds go to charity, so it’s not only advertising but it also goes for a good cause.

That sounds interesting, but I’m not sure how long I’ll be here, you know. My condo could be finished by then.

It’s about a month away. Mid-March. Wait and see how your condo is going. You don’t want to go back too soon.

"Even so, I don’t think I should commit to it. But I can certainly donate a basket of our makeup. I’ll