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Top 5 reasons to escape to the Texas Hill Country
1. To drink a lot of wine. Napa Valley has nothing on the Texas Hill Country. Try driving Wine Road 290 outside of Fredericksburg, which will take you to more than a dozen wineries along a 45-mile stretch. If you’re a wine lover, what’s not to love about that?
2. To see the wildflowers. Go in April and May for the most amazing displays. It’s not unusual to see people stop along the roadside, plop their toddlers down in a big patch of bluebonnets, and take photos. You might hear that it’s illegal to pick our state flower, but it’s not. Even Snopes says that’s a myth, so feel free to gather a bouquet of bluebonnets to take home and enjoy.
3. To stay at the bed and breakfasts. There you’ll find great food, stunning vistas, and beautiful suites for romantic getaways. And no matter how rustic your room is, you can bet there’ll be a hot tub. The temperature in Texas climbs as high as 110 in the summer, but that doesn’t seem to stop people from taking the plunge.
4. For the culture and the shopping. Museums, art galleries, and antique shops are absolutely everywhere. Merchandise in the shops ranges from the weird to the wonderful. I’ve seen Victorian fainting couches, wine-filled chocolates, pink high-heeled cowboy boots, silver-embellished Stetsons, and goat’s milk soap. You’ll go home with things you never knew you needed but now you absolutely must have.
5. To visit Rainbow Valley, the most pet-friendly town in America and the home of the mythical Rainbow Bridge. (Okay, so it doesn’t really exist. But wouldn’t it be great if it did?) Go to www.rainbowvalleytexas.com to meet the citizens and learn about the fictional town of Rainbow Valley, the setting of Baby, It’s You.
And now he was kissing her and loving every minute of it. She returned his kiss with a fierceness that astonished him. He loved the way she tasted sweet and hot and silky smooth everything he'd imagined she would be. It was as if he'd fallen into an alternate universe, one where a beautiful woman had appeared in front of him and all the restrictions he'd put on his love life for the past eighteen years had been blasted away.
Then her hands were on his shirt buttons, flicking them open with the enthusiasm of a prospector who'd spotted gold and was going after it. If he'd been in his right mind he might have call a halt to this. But not only had he lost his train of thought, it had veered off the track and plunged over a cliff.
It's just you, this woman, and nobody else. What do you need? An engraved invitation? Go for it!
He ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside, then went for her robe. He loosened the tie and pushed it off her shoulders, and she gave a little shimmy and it dropped to the floor behind her. He saw what she had on underneath it and froze. Leopard print panties. And that was all.
He felt like some kind of Pavlov's dog where this woman's panties were concerned. What could she possibly wear that didn't turn him on?
His gaze rose to her breasts. It was just as he'd suspected. They were the Eighth Wonder of the World, clearly the ones God gave her, so he felt justified in deciding they were just about perfect. He spread his hands wide over them and rubbed them in circles, squeezing, releasing, kissing her deeply at the same time.
Just touching her made his jeans grow tighter by the second. He shifted, trying to take away the exquisite pain, but only one thing was going to cure that problem. He couldn't remember ever wanting a woman this much. He was dying to make love to her, willing to walk through fire for it.
He pulled away and sat down on the sofa to yank off his boots. When he stood again, she pressed her hands against his chest and dragged them down to his belt buckle. In no time she had his belt off and then he was kicking both his jeans and underwear aside. She fell back on the sofa, and he stopped for a hard-breathing moment to stare down at her.
"My God," he whispered.
"Don't stop now."
He sprang into action again, sliding those leopard panties down her hot, silky thighs. He pulled them all the way off and tossed them aside.
"Damn," he muttered. "Sofa bed. Gotta pull it out."
"Forget that," she said. "Don't need it. Right here. Just like this."
Her eyes were alight with excitement, those green eyes that had messed up his mind in ways he'd never felt before. All he wanted to do was fall on top of her, slide inside, and make love to her until his nerves exploded.
Then he remembered.
Condom. Christ, he didn't have a condom! What the hell was he supposed to do now? Think. Think!
Okay. Daniel stayed at the cottage whenever he was in town. And he never hesitated to entertain women. Lots of women. And that meant he needed lots of condoms. Marc only hoped he'd left a few behind.
"Wait," he told Kari, pointing at her. "Don't move. Do not move!"
He jerked open the dresser drawer and plowed through it. He shoved pens, notepads, paperclips, and other assorted junk aside. Come on, Daniel. Don't let me down now!
Then he saw it. A whole freaking box of condoms. He opened the box and snagged one of the plastic packets. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Would she think it was weird if he kissed it?
He ripped it open. Rolled it on. Then he turned, fell between her legs, and slid inside her, groaning out loud with the sheer pleasure of it. She was so hot and tight that he damned near came on the spot. He wanted to go slow. Knew he should. But it had been too long. Too damned long, and now he couldn't get enough. He had to move hard and fast. Had to. His brain was telling him to go slow, but his body was telling him to hit the gas. His body was winning. Kari's fingertips dug into his back, and no matter how hard he thrust, she lifted her hips to meet him, urging him on, and that shoved him even closer to the brink. Her breath was fiery hot against his neck, coming faster and faster with every stroke.
Then she gasped, a single sharp intake of air. Then the gasp became a groan of pleasure. Her thighs tightened around him. She whispered his name between hot, heavy breaths. He whispered hers.
And then he was coming.
He plunged deep inside her, gritting his teeth against the indescribable sensations. Oh, God…this was it. What he'd wanted for so long, what he'd lain awake nights thinking about. Maybe any woman would have made him feel this way. Or maybe she had to have wild auburn hair. Electric green eyes. Breasts to die for. Long, tanned legs he could slide his hands up until they reached the promised land.
He lifted himself away from her, then sat down on the end of the sofa, his breath still labored, his body still a boneless mass of pure ecstasy. Kari sat up next to him, leaning in to kiss his neck.
"Hang around for a while," she whispered. "You never know what might pop up again later."
Excerpt from BABY IT'S YOU ©2014 by Jane Graves. All rights reserved.
Length: 400 pages
Publisher: Forever (May 27, 2014)
With only the wedding dress on her back and her honeymoon luggage in the car, Kari Worthington is running away. Determined to put her controlling father, her rigidly structured life, and the uptight groom she left at the altar in her rearview mirror, she escapes to the Texas Hill country . . . and lands on a tall, dark, and gorgeous winery owner's doorstep. All she needs is a job and a place to live until she can get back on her feet. So why is she fantasizing about losing herself in his powerful arms?
For Marc Cordero, freedom is so close he can taste it. He's devoted his life to managing the family business and being a single dad. Now with his daughter away at college and his brother taking over the winery, Marc is ready to hop on his Harley for parts unknown-until a runaway bride bursts onto the scene. Free-spirited and tantalizingly sexy, Kari excites him like no other woman has before. But when irresistible passion turns into something more, will Marc give up his future to take a chance on love?
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