Sara Orwig - Lone Star Legacy - Relentless Pursuit

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LONE STAR LEGACY5 super Mills & Boon Desire novels by bestselling author Sara Orwig. 5 sexy, hot-blooded Texan men for your pleasure!RELENTLESS PURSUITA cool million to help a withdrawn child?Widowed teacher Ava is touched that the girl’s guardian, Texas billionaire Will Delaney, cares so deeply. Now Ava is trying – unsuccessfully – to resist the gorgeous tycoon. Will wants her in his bed. But only for the summer. Unless she can teach him to open his guarded heart to love.THE RELUCTANT HEIRESSThe illegitimate daughter of a late Texas billionaire, Sophia stands to inherit a fortune.But she doesn’t want a penny! It’s up to Garrett to convince her to accept the inheritance. If she doesn’t, her half-brothers will lose theirs. But in trying to persuade her, he accidentally falls for the proud beauty. Now the truth may cost him his heart…MIDNIGHT UNDER THE MISTLETOEShe didn’t look like any secretary Zach had ever met.He needs a live in assistant while he recuperates from an injury. But when Emma Hillman arrives at his Texas ranch with her suitcase, he knows he’ll have to work hard to resist her. She’s sexy and efficient, but way too family oriented for a risktaking globetrotter like him.ONE TEXAS NIGHT…One night of seduction…and the next morning Jared Weston could never see his best friend’s little sister again. But that didn’t mean he’d stop wanting her… Years later, when the billionaire tycoon hires her, Allison Tyler is all grown up and hotter than ever. But she wants forever; he wants right now. And she’s still off-limits. What’s a hot-blooded Texan to do?HER TEXAN TO TAMEHiring a hot blonde to do the cooking? Probably not the smartest decision Texas rancher Ryan Delaney has ever made, especially when the temptation proves irresistible. While Jessica is clear from the start that their affair can’t last, Ryan isn’t about to let his heart’s desire just slip through his fingers…

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Garrett was already wealthy— He didn’t care about the money. But he couldn’t turn down the brothers because his obligation to the Delaneys ran deep. He sighed as Will handed him a manila folder.

Garrett looked at a picture of a raven-haired, brown-eyed beauty. Maybe their request isn’t so bad after all, he thought.

“If she cooperates, she will inherit three billion dollars. It’s not like you’re trying to cause her trouble,” Ryan pointed out.

“How can she turn down that kind of money?” Zach asked, shaking his head.

“She must be angry as hell,” Garrett remarked. “That kind of anger isn’t going to change easily.”

“We have to try,” Will stated. “Will you do it?”

Garrett glanced at the picture again. He had just inherited three billion from their father. Will was his closest friend. How could he refuse to help them now?

“Garrett, we’re desperate. And we have a time limit,” Ryan said.

“All right,” Garrett replied reluctantly. “I can’t say no to any of you.”

There were thanks from all and a high five from Will, who grinned. “Everything’s going for you. You’re not a Delaney.”

“I might as well be one,” Garrett grumbled. “I don’t think your half sister will be one degree happier with me than she was with any of you.” Garrett shook his head. “Meeting Sophia Rivers is doomed from the start.”

One

Sophia Rivers sipped champagne and gazed beyond the circle of friends surrounding her. Her small Houston gallery was filled with guests viewing her art and helping her celebrate the second anniversary of her gallery’s opening. The crowd was the perfect size, and she was completely satisfied with the turnout.

“Sophia, I have a question.”

She turned to see Edgar Hollingworth, a father to her and a mentor, as well as a man whom she and her mother had been friends with before she ever moved into the art world. “Excuse me,” she said to the group around her, and stepped away.

“Edgar, what can I do for you?” she said to the tall, thin man.

“You looked as if you needed rescuing,” he said quietly. “You also look ravishing. The black and white is striking on you, Sophia.”

“Thank you,” she replied, shaking her long black hair away from her face.

“Shall we at least act as if I’ve asked you about a painting?” Edgar motioned toward the opposite side of the room and she smiled as she strolled with him. “You have a sizable crowd tonight. I’m glad you were able to make it. I haven’t seen you in a long time.”

“I hadn’t planned to come until about three hours ago. I’ve been in New Mexico, painting. Who’s the couple ahead to our right?” she asked.

“The Winstons. They’re probably on your guest list because they bought a painting recently.”

“Now how do you know that?”

“I sold it to them,” he said, smiling at her, causing creases to fan from the corners of his blue eyes. “I still think you should move your gallery nearer mine. Our galleries would complement each other.”

Sophia smiled at the familiar conversation that always ended with her saying no. “I do appreciate your gallery carrying my art. You were the first and I’ll always be indebted to you for that.”

“You would have been in a gallery anyway whether it was my place or another’s. You have a fine talent.”

“Thank you, Edgar,” she said.

Sophia glanced around the room again and was slightly surprised when she saw another unfamiliar face. Except this one took her breath away.

Perhaps the tallest man in the room, he stood in profile. His brown hair had an unruly wave to it and his hawk nose and rugged looks made her think instantly that he would be an interesting subject to paint. He held a champagne flute in his hand as he looked at a painting.

“There’s someone else I don’t know,” she said.

“His name is Garrett Cantrell. We talked awhile. He has a property management business here and he’s a financial adviser. He, too, bought one of your paintings last week. Another satisfied customer.”

A woman approached Edgar, who excused himself, leaving Sophia to contemplate the tall, brown-haired stranger, strolling slowly around the gallery. She suddenly found herself crossing the room to stand near him.

“I hope you like it,” she said.

“I do,” he replied, turning to look at her with thickly lashed eyes the color of smoke. Her breath caught. Up close he was even more fascinating—handsome in a craggy way—and his gray eyes were unforgettable.

“That’s good,” she replied, smiling and extending her hand while still held in his compelling gaze. “Because I’m the artist. I’m Sophia Rivers.”

“Garrett Cantrell,” he said, shaking her hand. His warm fingers wrapped around hers and an uncustomary tingle ran to her toes. She gazed into his smoke-colored eyes and couldn’t get her breath. Her gaze slipped lower to his mouth. She wondered what it would be like to kiss him. The temperature in the room rose. She knew she should look away, yet she didn’t want to stop studying him.

“The artist herself. And even more beautiful than your paintings,” he said as he released her hand. “You’ve caught the atmosphere of the West.”

“It’s New Mexico, around Taos. And thank you,” she added. Her pulse jumped at his compliment and she was keenly aware of him as they moved to view another painting.

“You’re very good at what you do. I look at these and feel as if I’m there instead of standing in a steamy metropolitan city.”

“That’s what I hope to achieve. So this is the first time you’ve been to my gallery.”

“Yes, but I own one of your pictures,” he said, moving to the next painting. “You must spend a lot of time in New Mexico. I assume you have a gallery there?”

“Actually, I don’t. I intend to open one early next year, but I haven’t launched into that yet. It will take time away from painting.”

“I understand.” He sipped champagne and moved to another painting. “Ah, I really like this one,” he said and she looked at a familiar work. It was an aged cart in front of a brown adobe house with bright hollyhocks growing around it. A small mesquite tree stood at one corner of the house.

He looked at the next series of paintings. “These are my favorites. The Native American ones,” he said, indicating a man with a long black braid standing beside a horse in an open stretch of ground dotted with mesquite. Overhead, white clouds billowed against a blue sky and a large hawk sailed with widespread wings.

“That’s a great painting,” he said. “The light and shadows are an interesting contrast.” Happy with his compliment, she smiled. “I’ll take this one. Any chance the artist will help me decide where to hang it? A dinner is in the offering.”

Again, she had a flutter in her heartbeat. “We’re strangers, Mr. Cantrell.”

“It’s Garrett. We can fix the ‘strangers’ part. When you can get away tonight, why don’t we go around the corner to the hotel bar and have a drink? Tomorrow evening we’ll hang my painting and then I’ll take you to dinner.”

“You don’t waste time. I’d be delighted to have a drink tonight. I should be through here in another hour.”

“Excellent,” he said, glancing at his watch.

“I’ll get one of my staff to wrap your painting and we can deliver it tomorrow if you’d like.”

“That will be fine. The delivery person can leave it with my gatekeeper.”

She smiled and left to find one of her employees. “Barry, would you help Mr. Cantrell? He wants number 32. Please take care of the sale and get the delivery information.”

She had to resist the temptation to glance over her shoulder at Garrett.

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