Win great prizes from The Wild Rose Press popular Honky Tonk Hearts series! Gus Rankin himself has provided the instructions below.
Ladies, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking old Gus, owner of The Lonesome Steer honky tonk couldn’t have brought together all the lonely, broken hearts that he did. But I’m here to tell you I have. Not only do I have the pictures of these couples in my office to prove it, but there’s been a whole series of romances written about the men and women who found love at The Lonesome Steer. And just like every one of my couples, each of these romances is a keeper.
The authors of these books have put
together a Valentine Honky Tonk Blog Hop, an easy way for you to get a sneak
peak at every story. And there are prizes to put a bounce in your Texan
Two-Step.To be Eligible, visit each blog link below and leave a comment. The
more hop stops you visit and comment on, the more chances YOU have to
win a $50 gift card to The Wild Rose Press. In addition, the publisher has
provided a second grand prize of a $25 gift card to The Wild Rose Press and a TWRP Mug for a random commenter (Sorry,
US visitors only for the mug prize). Some of the ladies will also be giving
away their own personal prizes. So whatchawaitin’ for? Happy hoppin’!
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LOST MEMORIES -
“Nick
Matthews? What drags you out this way?” Gus, owner of the Lonesome Steer Honky Tonk, fingered his handlebar moustache.
“I heard you’ve been out of town more than in since your parents took up
traveling. How they doin’?” He tugged on the ends of his black leather vest.
When your past is a blank, it’s hard to trust the future…
“Nick
Matthews? What drags you out this way?” Gus, owner of the Lonesome Steer Honky Tonk, fingered his handlebar moustache.
“I heard you’ve been out of town more than in since your parents took up
traveling. How they doin’?” He tugged on the ends of his black leather vest.
“Good.”
A crash of
balls along with a cowboy’s hoot sounded from the pool tables tucked in the
back corner.
The barkeep glanced at all of them. “Aren’t you missing one? Where’s
Sam?”
Chris spoke up. “He stayed behind, but we brought Darcy.”
Nick’s hand
slid to the small of her back, ushering her forward. “Darc, this is Gus Rankin.
He owns the place.”
“Nice to meet
you.” She smiled and stuck her hand out.
“Pleasure,
ma’am.” A grin spread across his tanned face. “What can I get y’all?”
“Four beers?”
Nick glanced to the group. Everyone nodded.
Long neck
bottles were soon placed on the wooden bar.
“We have a new
waitress, Pam,” Gus told them. “She’ll be around to see if y’all need refills
or want to order food.”
“You have a
cook tonight, Gus?” Chris asked with a grin.
“We have a
cook most nights, boy.” He chuckled deep and rich. “Just hardly ever the same
one.”
A fiery
redhead bumped into Chris from behind.
The woman balanced a tray on one slender hip and rubbed a
hand over Chris’s back. “Sorry, you okay, sweetie?”
Nick shook his
head at his brother’s goofy grin.
Eyes wide the
young stud nodded.
Gus removed
the tray from her hands. “Pam, this is the Matthews clan. They own the dude
ranch out on Hope Road.”
“You want
anything, just give me a holler.” She winked at the runt.
“Let’s get a
table.” Trent led the way through the room.
Nick ushered Darcy across the dance floor and headed to one
of the round tables. Unwilling to put much space between them, he pulled out a
seat for her and seized the one on her right. Chris straddled a chair on the far
end. Trent grabbed the remaining one.
“Let’s do a
toast to the last family who stayed in cabin three. Thank the good Lord they
left. The kid was a brat,” Trent stated with a snarl.
While his
brothers recapped stories of past guests, Nick noted the strained smile on
Darcy’s face. She raised her beer and downed a good portion of the contents.
He nudged her
leg. “You havin’ a good time?”
“Sure.” She drained the rest of
her beer and motioned to Pam for another as the waitress drifted past the
table.
Nick worried
over her slamming down the barley. With her slight frame, the alcohol wouldn’t
take long to affect her.
“So, you two together or what? Romantically, I mean?” Pam
placed a bottle in front of her.
“Never a good
idea to mix business and pleasure,” he answered automatically, raising his
voice over the noise. A glance in Darcy’s direction had him taken back by the
hurt that flashed across her face.
