(Calahan Cowboys 08) The Cowboy Soldier's Sons
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Authors: Tina Leonard
Soldier. Cowboy. Father. Husband?
Hired to work the Callahan brothers’ New Mexico spread, Shaman Phillips doesn’t know what to do about the stunning blonde he finds on his porch…except haul her into his arms. Turns out Tempest Thornbury wants to share more than just the returning soldier’s out-of-this-world kisses. She wants to have Shaman’s baby!
Tempest came home to turn her not-so-hot past into a better future. The sexy, broody military man’s bringing that dream one step closer to reality—she’s got twin boys on the way. At Shaman’s insistence, she agrees to marry him…and remain his lawful wife for one year after their sons are born.
But once he’s officially a father, Shaman can’t let Tempest head back to Hollywood. It’s time for this lonesome cowboy to join the ranks of those Callahan cowboys—and open a new chapter in all their lives!
“I have a proposal for you,” Shaman said. “It’s not a Hollywood contract type of proposal, but it’s one that might interest you.”
“I consider all proposals and offers,” Tempest said.
It was worth a shot. “About that baby you wanted.”
The silence went long. “I might want a child one day.”
“Mmm. And if you decide you do, I wouldn’t mind letting you try to have that baby with me.”
“That’s nice to know, soldier.”
“I thought you might think so. But here’s the hook—”
“There’s always a hook with you.”
“You have to marry me first. Then we’d practice,” Shaman said. “I’m just saying that if you decide the bright lights aren’t what you want, and that you want to see if you can handle the heat back here in Tempest, maybe I’ll let you get in bed with me again, with that intent in mind.”
“Well, that is an offer I’ll have to consider,” Tempest said. “Considering I’ve been chasing you all this time, cowboy.”
Dear Reader,
The Callahan Cowboys series is such a pleasure to write! I really enjoy the journey of these cowboys and their friends—I hope you do, too!
In this story, we find that Shaman Phillips, who wants peace and quiet more than anything, has taken over his brother Gage’s job. He’s content to live at Dark Diablo and give himself some time to lick his war wounds—that is, until the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen finds her way to the ranch. Tempest Thornbury seems to want him—but why she’s attracted to a beast like him, Shaman just can’t figure. Tempest brings him a lot of wonder and peace he thought he’d never feel again; giving his heart to her feels easier than he ever imagined it could be. Yet he’s well aware the gorgeous blonde has no desire to tie herself to the town whose name she bears—and there are plenty of secrets she’s keeping safely hidden away in her heart. Is there any way Shaman can convince Tempest that protecting her—and her heart—is the one job this warrior wants more than anything?
Writing about the Callahans and the Phillipses is like coming home for me. I hope you find a little sliver of home among these pages, and that wherever you are, you find the happiness you deserve.
Best always,
Tina Leonard
The Cowboy
Soldier’s Sons
Tina Leonard
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tina Leonard is a
USA TODAY
bestselling author of more than forty projects, including a popular thirteen-book miniseries for Harlequin American Romance. Her books have made the Waldenbooks, Ingram and Nielsen BookScan bestseller lists. Tina feels she has been blessed with a fertile imagination and quick typing skills, excellent editors and a family who loves her career. Born on a military base, she lived in many states before eventually marrying the boy who did her crayon printing for her in the first grade. Tina believes happy endings are a wonderful part of a good life. You can visit her at
www.tinaleonard.com
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Books by Tina Leonard
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
1018—FANNIN’S FLAME†
1037—NAVARRO OR NOT†
1045—CATCHING CALHOUN†
1053—ARCHER’S ANGELS†
1069—BELONGING TO BANDERA†
1083—CROCKETT’S SEDUCTION†
1107—LAST’S TEMPTATION†
1113—MASON’S MARRIAGE†
1129—MY BABY, MY BRIDE*
1137—THE CHRISTMAS TWINS*
1153—HER SECRET SONS*
1213—TEXAS LULLABY
1241—THE TEXAS RANGER’S TWINS
1246—THE SECRET AGENT’S SURPRISES‡
1250—THE TRIPLETS’ RODEO MAN‡
1263—THE TEXAS TWINS
1282—THE COWBOY FROM CHRISTMAS PAST
1354—THE COWBOY’S TRIPLETS**
1362—THE COWBOY’S BONUS BABY**
1370—THE BULL RIDER’S TWINS**
1378—HOLIDAY IN A STETSON
“A Rancho Diablo Christmas”
1385—HIS VALENTINE TRIPLETS**
1393—COWBOY SAM’S QUADRUPLETS**
1401—A CALLAHAN WEDDING**
1411—THE RENEGADE COWBOY RETURNS**
†Cowboys by the Dozen
*The Tulips Saloon
‡The Morgan Men
**Callahan Cowboys
No book is ever dreamed in a vacuum, and I have lots of help. Many thanks to Kathleen Scheibling, editor nonpareil, and Laura Barth, who gently keeps me in line. Also my darling and fearless agent, Roberta Brown. Much love to my cheerleading family, who always put me first, and a special thanks to the readers, who have made my career a dream come true.
Contents
Chapter One
We are such stuff as dreams are made on.
—Shakespeare’s
The Tempest
Shaman Phillips wasn’t expecting a blonde bombshell to show up at the front door of the Dark Diablo farmhouse, but one glance at her shapely legs, long silky hair and beautiful face made him believe tonight might be a lucky night for a lone wolf. “Hello,” he said. “Can I help you?”
“Hi.”
Shaman decided the voice of an angel went with her amazing looks. She was way out of his league—and yet even a man with scars liked to gaze at beautiful things.
“I’m looking for Chelsea Myers.”
“Ah. The Chelsea Myers who married my brother Gage in July. She’s Chelsea Phillips now.” Shaman leaned forward, out of the doorway, planting his well-worn boots on the porch. “They live at the Callahan place, Rancho Diablo, in Diablo.”
The goddess stepped closer, her high fire-engine-red heels clicking on the wood porch. “My name is Tempest Thornbury. I met Chelsea and Cat in July, before I returned to Italy.” She held up a small Louis Vuitton bag, complete with tufts of tissue paper coming out the top. Shaman knew what Louis Vuitton was; his sister, Kendall, was a huge fan. “I brought this for Cat. Is there a possibility you could give it to her?”
“Come on in,” Shaman said, tamping down the wolflike tendencies fighting inside him. “I’ll get their address and you can send it to her. It’d probably be quicker. I never know when I’ll see them, now that the school year has started.”
Tempest smiled. “Thank you.”
Shaman went to get the address, and she followed him into the house. He handed her a piece of paper. “Cat started school in the middle of August in Diablo. She’s real happy there.”
“I’m so glad.”
He decided his visitor was even more beautiful close up. The hot-red suit fit her curves to perfection. She didn’t wear a wedding ring or jewelry, just some gold hoop earrings that kissed her cheeks.
“She’s a sweet girl,” Tempest added.
Shaman nodded, suddenly uncomfortable and not sure why. His first thought was to seduce this angel—what man could resist?—but she was too perfect for him. How dumb was that?
Ten years in the military, most of them spent in Iraq and Afghanistan, might have left him hungry for female companionship, but it had also left him with scars on his back, a chunk missing from his shoulder and a red slash across his sun-browned cheek. He was lucky those were his only visible scars. Many of his buddies hadn’t fared so well.
A little less perfection in a woman would suit him better. “Sorry I couldn’t be more help.”
Tempest smiled and turned on her heel. “I was hoping to see Cat and Chelsea, but I suppose they won’t be back until the semester is over?”
“Can’t say.” He wasn’t familiar with Cat’s routine. “Chelsea and Gage just announced that they’re expecting a baby, so I don’t know how often Chelsea will be out here.”
Tempest glanced back at him, looking pleased. “That’s wonderful! I’m glad to hear it.” She opened the front door before he could do so. “I didn’t get your name?”
“Shaman Phillips.” He held the door for her, and as she walked out, caught a tease of a light flowery perfume. “You staying in Tempest, Tempest?” He grinned. “I didn’t realize you were named after the town.”
She leaned into him, catching him off guard. “It’s a stage name. My real name is Zola Cupertino.”
His brain tried to process that information, along with the distracting fact that she was dangerously close to him. And he didn’t think it was an accident. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she—
“Soldier...” Tempest murmured.
“Yes, ma’am?” he said, out of habit. She must have seen his military bag, and his combat boots in the living room.
“I just got off a plane from Italy,” she announced. “I wonder if you might be interested in taking me out to dinner?”
He blinked. “Certainly,” he said, trying to be chivalrous and not sound as surprised as he was by her unexpected invitation.
She smiled at him, a sweet, slow, sexy smile, her angelic eyes free of artifice, but holding a silent plea. Maybe he didn’t want to see it. But she was still standing oh-so-close to him, and the next thing he knew, he’d taken the statuesque blonde in his arms and was kissing her like a dying man.
She kissed him back hungrily.
“Wait a second,” Shaman said. He was a lucky guy, but not this lucky. Angels didn’t just drop from the sky into his hard-edged world. “How did you say you know Gage and Chelsea?”
“Met them this summer. Don’t stop what you’re doing, soldier.”
He kissed her again, his mind trying to find the hook in the sweet deal she seemed to be offering him. She could have any guy in the world. Why would she choose him, instead of running from the sight of his scar-streaked face?
What the hell. A man didn’t get too many gifts in life, and if this angel wanted to fly into his arms, he needed to quit acting like a skittish horse. “Hey, you want that dinner or not?” he asked, giving her one last chance to back away.