Publication Date: March 1st 2016 by Sourcebooks Casablanca
About the book:
Carolyn Brown’s New York Times and USA Today bestselling cowboys prove that love is bigger in Burnt Boot, TexasShe’s got too many cowboys on her handsLeah Brennan has always been the good girl of the Brennan family, groomed to become the matriarch of the clan. When a dark-eyed, tattooed, ponytailed bad boy saunters into her life, Leah knows he’s off-limits—but his mesmerizing gaze makes her forget everything she used to think was important. As town-wide tension rises, Leah wonders if love really can conquer all…And the whole town’s taking sidesWhen Rhett O’Donnell roars into Burnt Boot on a hot July evening, the first thing he sees is a beautiful blonde. She puts a little extra giddy-up in his heartbeat, but when Rhett’s desire throws him into the middle of a love triangle and a hundred-year-old feud, he realizes that winning his cowgirl’s heart will be a lot more complicated than he thought.
Leah Brennan is supposed to be the good girl of the bunch, and is expected to take over someday for her Grandmother, Mavis, at the River Bend Ranch. Her family has been locked in a battle with a neighboring family, the Gallagher’s, for decades and Leah is sick and tired of the whole feud. While she was in school she had her heart set on Tanner Gallagher, but growing up she realized that could never happen just because he’s a Gallagher. No one would expect Leah to go against her Grandmother’s rules or wishes, but that’s exactly what she does when a sexy, dangerous looking cowboy arrives in town riding a motorcycle! Rhett is smoking hot, with green eyes, and wavy hair, and a tattoo, but there’s more to this cowboy than his sinfully good looks. He’s got a sweet heart and it’s immediately focused on Leah after he lays eyes on her.
Rhett O’Donnell has come into town to work with his cousin Sawyer on Fiddle Creek Ranch. He doesn’t expect to be dragged into the battle between the Gallagher’s and the Brennan’s, but Leah’s a Brennan so there’s no way around it. In between ranching and bartending he strikes up a romance with Leah, and it isn’t long before his heart is long gone to this sweet and sassy schoolteacher.
One Texas Cowboy Too Many was a sexy, fun, laugh out loud romance. When you see the title you may worry a bit about there being a love triangle, but trust, that was never a big concern as much as the Gallagher’s tried. Rhett was the clear winner in Leah’s heart for the entire book. They have a grown up romance without any petty drama. All the drama comes in the form of the Brennan and Gallagher feud.
In the Burnt Boot, Texas series there’s been a long ongoing feud between the Brennan’s and the Gallagher’s, and let me just say the fighting has been taken up a few notches with this installment. I laughed over Mavis Brennan and Naomi Gallagher’s knock-down-drag-out, these old ladies can sure brawl with the best of them! The hair piece had me giggling! But at the same time the fighting has become serious and I’m worried someone will eventually get hurt or worse. These matriarchs should be ashamed of themselves carrying on this ridiculous feud! Also, I was also furious with Mavis after learning her role in Leah’s mother, Eden, leaving! I hope Eden becomes more a part of Leah’s life in the future.
Carolyn Brown once again makes me swoon, laugh, and dream of living on my very own sprawling Texas ranch complete with a drop-dead-sexy cowboy, of course!
The Burnt Boot Bar and Grill was not exactly what Rhett expected. The parking lot was gravel, or at least it had been at one time. Now it was thinly distributed gravel on top of dirt with only one streetlamp to illuminate the whole place. The building was weathered wood that didn’t look as if it had ever seen a drop of paint applied. Hell, it might have even been petrified, as old as that sign swinging above the entrance. The roof was rusty sheet metal, and the only window in the place was the one in the door.
“Not what you thought it would be?” Sawyer asked when Rhett got out of his truck.
“Looks more like a barn than a bar,” he said.
“The inside is better—air-conditioning, jukebox, and even paint on the walls.” Jill laughed.
“I like the air-conditioned part best of all.” Rhett followed them inside.
The bar itself was only eight stools long and had a small area for grilling burgers and making fries behind it. There were no pool tables, which surprised Rhett. But not as much as the shelves holding loaves of bread, hot dog and hamburger buns, and a small assortment of prepackaged pastries, or the refrigerated section beside that, with milk, beer, wine, and soda pop behind sliding glass doors. The other end of the long, rectangular room sported a jukebox, a few mismatched tables with chairs around them, and a small area for dancing.
“After the store closes in the evening, folks can get milk and bread or beer in here,” Sawyer answered the unasked question.
“And I thought Comfort was a small town. I’m not sure this qualifies as a town.” Rhett chuckled.
Sawyer clamped a hand on his shoulder. “You’ll get used to it. Besides, you know what Grandpa says. To be a town, the place has to have a church and a place to buy beer or get a shot of whiskey. So by the O’Donnell qualifications, Burnt Boot passes the test.”
At , he’d filled a few pitchers of beer for folks who’d drifted in and out, and Sawyer had shown him the process of making burger baskets.
danced around Jill and Sawyer every time they brushed against each other. It
damn sure didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that their honeymoon wasn’t
Two lonesome, old cowboys sat in a back corner drinking beer and telling tall tales. The jukebox had gone quiet and Rhett had wiped down the bar so often that it was shiny clean. If every night was like that, he’d have to bring some rope to make a bridle or something to keep himself from dying of complete boredom.
“Why don’t y’all go on home? I can handle it for the next couple of hours,” Rhett said.
“If you’re sure, we won’t argue.” Jill removed her apron and hung it on a nail.
Sawyer didn’t waste a bit of time hanging his apron right beside hers. “We damn sure won’t. Can’t remember the last time we got to go home before . Sweep up and put the chairs on the tables. We don’t do mopping unless there’s major spills. Here’s the keys. Be sure to turn off the grill and the lights.”
“Will do.” Rhett rolled the sleeves of his white T-shirt and wiped down the bar one more time.
Jill and Sawyer were gone less than five minutes when the door flew open and suddenly the bar was crowded to capacity. Someone plugged money into the jukebox, and in seconds it was going full blast, playing “Boys ’Round Here” by Blake Shelton. Folks wasted no time getting out onto the dance floor and making a long line to do a line dance. The noise level went from zero to one hundred so quick that it took a while for Rhett’s ears to adjust.
“Hey, Rhett, we need three pitchers of beer and about six red cups,” Kinsey yelled from the end of the bar.
He quickly filled the pitchers, set them on the bar, and stacked up six plastic cups. Kinsey handed him a bill and he made change.
“And when you finish that, I need two longneck bottles of Coors,” Betsy said from the other end of the bar.
It kept him hopping, keeping the beer orders filled, the money straight, and making a few pitchers of margaritas. Then there was a lull, and there she was, sitting on a bar stool, her light green eyes watching him. His heart threw in an extra beat and his chest tightened.
“Well, hello, did you just fall from heaven?” he asked.
“I’ll have a double shot of Jack on the rocks, so the answer is no. I don’t think angels drink whiskey, but it is a fine line,” she answered.
“So you are a
whiskey lady?” he asked. Tennessee
“Tonight I am,” she said.
About the author:
NY Times and USA Today Bestselling author and RITA Finalist, Carolyn Brown, has published more than seventy books. She has written historical single title, historical series, contemporary series and single titles, cowboy romance and women’s fiction. These days she is concentrating on her two loves: romantic women’s fiction and cowboy romance. She and her husband, a retired English teacher, make their home in southern Oklahoma. They have three grown children and enough grandchildren to keep them young. When she’s not writing she likes to spend time in her back yard with her two cats, Boots Randolph Terminator Outlaw and Chester Fat Boy, and watch them protect the yard from vicious critters like field mice, crickets and spiders.