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Emma Clark is back in Buckhorn. Once she was the girl with too much makeup and a bad reputation—and she tried everything she could to get Casey Hudson into bed. He was the cutest guy in town, and the only one who seemed to really care about her.
As a hot-blooded teen it was hard for Casey to resist Emma. Now, eight years later, it's impossible. But Emma is doing her best to shut him out—and Casey needs to convince her that the attraction that burns between them isn't just leftover teenage lust, but his real love for a real woman…
- Sales Rank: #216400 in Books
- Brand: Harlequin HQN
- Published on: 2012-10-23
- Released on: 2012-10-23
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.62" h x .83" w x 4.21" l, .35 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 304 pages
- Great product!
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"Bestseller Foster...has an amazing ability to capture a man's emotions and lust with sizzling sex scenes and meld it with a strong woman's point of view."
-Publishers Weekly on A Perfect Storm
"The fast-paced thriller keeps these well-developed characters moving...Foster's series will continue to garner fans with this exciting installment."
-Publishers Weekly on Trace of Fever
"Steamy, edgy, and taut."
-Library Journal on When You Dare
"Foster writes smart, sexy, engaging characters."
-New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan
About the Author
Lori Foster is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author with books from a variety of publishers, including Berkley/Jove, Kensington, St. Martin’s, Harlequin and Silhouette. Lori has been a recipient of the prestigious RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award for Series Romantic Fantasy, and for Contemporary Romance. She’s had top-selling books for Amazon, Waldenbooks and the BGI Group. For more about Lori, visit her Web site at www.lorifoster.com.
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Enraged and uncertain what he planned to do, Casey started forward. Before he reached Dell, Sawyer caught his arm and drew him up short. "Take it easy, Case."
Emma covered her mouth with a shaking hand, crying while trying not to cry, held tight by her father's grip even as she attempted to inch away from him. She wouldn't look at any of them, her narrow shoulders hunched in embarrassment—and possibly pain.
Casey's heart hurt, and his temper roiled. Emma's pretty brown eyes, usually so warm and sexy, were downcast, circled by ruined makeup and swollen from her tears. There was a bruise on her cheek, just visible in the glow of the porch light.
Casey felt tight enough to break as a kind of animal outrage that he'd never before experienced struggled to break free. Every night he'd thought about seeing Emma again, and every night he'd talked himself out of it.
Not once had he considered that he'd see her like this.
His vision nearly blurred as he heard Emma sniff and watched her wipe her eyes with a shaking hand.
With unnecessary roughness, her father shoved her forward and she stumbled across the wide porch before righting herself and turning her back to Casey. Without a word, she held on to the railing, staring out at the moonlit yard. Her broken breathing was audible over the night sounds of wind and crickets and rustling leaves.
"Do you know what your damn son did?" Dell demanded.
Casey felt Sawyer look at him but he ignored the unasked questions and instead went to Emma, taking her arm and pulling her close. It didn't matter why she was here; he wanted to hold her, to tell her it'd be all right.
Drawn into herself, Emma sidled away from him, whispering a broken apology again and again. She hugged her arms around herself. Casey realized the night was cool, and while Dell wore a jacket, Emma wore only a T-shirt and jeans, as if she'd been pulled away without having time to grab her coat. Since he was shirtless, he couldn't offer her anything. He tried to think, to figure out what to do, but he couldn't get his brain to work. He felt glued to the spot, unable to take his gaze off her.
She needed his help.
Honey came to the same realization. "Why don't we all go inside and talk?"
Looking horrified by that proposition, Emma backed up. "No. That's not—"
"Be quiet, girl!" Her father reached for her again, his anger and his intent obvious.
Casey stepped in front of him, bristling, coiled. "Don't even try it." No way in hell would he let Dell touch her again.
Face mottled with rage, her father shouted, "You think you get some say-so, boy? You think what you've done to her gives you that right?"
Without moving his gaze from the man in front of him, Casey said, "Honey, will you take Emma inside?"
Honey looked at her husband, who nodded. Casey hadn't had a single doubt what his father would do or say. Not once in his entire life had he ever had to question his father's support.
Never in his life had he been more grateful for it.
Again, Emma tried to back away, moving into the far shadows of the big porch. Casey snapped his gaze to hers, so attuned to her it seemed he felt her every shuddering breath. "Go inside, Emma."
She bit her lip, big tears spilling over her blotchy cheeks and clinging to her long lashes. Her mouth trembled. "Casey, I…"
"it's all right." He struggled to keep his voice soft, comforting, but it wasn't easy—not while he could see the hurt in her eyes and feel her very real distress. "We'll talk in a little bit."
Speaking low and gentle, Honey put her arm around Emma, and reluctantly, Emma allowed herself to be led away. The front door closed quietly behind them.
With his daughter out of sight, Dell seemed more incensed than ever. He took two aggressive steps forward. "You'll do more than talk. You'll damn well marry her."
Casey gave him a cool look of disdain. That Dell could treat a female so callously made him sick to his stomach, but that he'd treat his own daughter that way brought out all Casey's protective instincts. More than anyone else he knew, Emma needed love and understanding. Yet, her own father was throwing her out, deliberately humiliating her.
"You brought her here," Casey growled. "You've delivered her to my doorstep, to me. What she or I do now is no concern of yours. Go home and leave us the hell alone."
Though Casey knew it would only complicate things more, he wanted to tear Dell apart. It wouldn't strain him at all. He was taller, stronger, with raw fury adding to his edge. He deliberately provoked Dell, and waited for his reaction.
It came in a lightning flash of curses and motion. The older man erupted, lunging forward. Smiling with intent, anxious for the confrontation, Casey braced himself.
Unfortunately, Sawyer caught Dell by his jacket collar before Casey could throw his first swing.
At well over six feet tall, solid with muscle, Sawyer wasn't a man to be messed with. He slammed Dell hard into the side of the house, and held him there with his forearm braced across his throat. He leaned close enough that their noses nearly touched.
"You come onto my property," Sawyer snarled, looking meaner than Casey had ever seen him look, "treating your only daughter like garbage and threatening my son?" He slammed Dell again, making his head smack back against the wood siding. "unless you want me to take you apart right now, which I'm more than willing to do, I suggest you get hold of your goddamn temper."
Dell's face turned red from Sawyer's choking hold, but he managed a weak nod. When Sawyer released him, he sagged down, gulping in air. It took him several moments, and Casey was glad that Emma had gone inside so she didn't hear her father's next words.
Wheezing, Dell eyed both Sawyer and Casey. "You're so worried about Emma, fine. She's yours." He spit as he talked, his face distorted with anger and pain. "You and your son are welcome to her, but don't think you can turn around and send her back home."
"To you?" Casey curled his lip. "Hell no."
Something in the man's eyes didn't make sense. The fury remained, no doubt about that. But Dell also looked…desperate. And a bit relieved. "You swear?"
He should have hit the son of a bitch at least once, Casey thought. He nodded, and forced the next words out from between clenched teeth. "You just make sure you stay the hell away from her."
Glaring one last time, Dell stepped around Sawyer and stomped down off the porch. At the edge of the grass, he stopped, his shoulders stiff, his back expanding with deep breaths, and for a long moment he hesitated. Casey narrowed his eyes, waiting. For Emma's sake, he half hoped her father had a change of heart, that he showed even an ounce of concern or compassion.
Dell looked over his shoulder at Casey. His mouth opened twice but no words were spoken. Finally he shook his head and went to his battered truck. He didn't glance back again. His headlights came on and he left the yard, squealing his tires and spewing gravel.
Casey stood there, breathing hard, his hands curled into fists, his whole body vibrating with tension. The enormity of the situation, of what he'd just taken on, nearly leveled him. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think.
Jesus, what had he done?
Sawyer's hand slipped around the back of his neck, comforting, supportive. A heavy, uncomfortable beat of silence passed.
"What do you want to do first, Case?" Sawyer spoke in a nearly soundless murmur, his voice disappearing in the dark night. "Talk to me, or talk to Emma?"
Casey looked at his dad, a man he loved and respected more than anyone else on earth. He swallowed. "Emma."
Nodding, Sawyer turned them both around and headed for the door. Casey hoped a few answers came to him before the morning light began creeping over the lake. Because, at the moment, he had no idea what the hell was going on.
Emma heard the opening and the closing of the front door. She squeezed her eyes shut, horrified, ashamed, scared spitless.
And oddly relieved.
More tears leaked out, choking her, burning her cheeks and throat. What had she done? What choice had she been given?
Honey touched her arm in a motherly way. "Drink your hot chocolate. And Emma, everything will be okay. You'll see."
Shaking down deep in her soul, Emma wiped at her eyes. She felt like a child, and knew she looked more like a barroom whore. Her makeup had long since been ruined and her nose and eyes were red. Her hair was a wild mess and her T-shirt was dirty.
Though the Hudson household was cozy and warm, she still felt chilled from the inside out. In that moment, she wondered if she'd ever be warm again.
Hugging herself in self-conscious dismay, she wished she could just disappear. She didn't belong in this house with these nice respectable people. But disappearing wasn't an option. She'd gotten herself in this mess and now she had to face them all. She had to explain.
She owed Casey at least that much.
At that moment, barefoot and shirtless, Casey came around the corner into the kitchen. His muscled arms crossed over his chest as he stopped in front of the kitchen table where she sat. His light-brown eyes, filled with compassion and confusion, warmed to glittering amber as he looked her over.
Stomach churning in dread, Emma flicked her gaze away.
Casey's father, Sawyer, stood behind him. Honey sat beside her. She felt surrounded, circled by their concern and curiosity, hemmed in by their kindness.
The damn tears welled up again and she felt herself start to shudder. Oh, God, if she bawled like a baby now she'd never forgive herself.
His expression solemn, Casey held out his hand. "Let's me and you talk a little, Emma."
She stared at him through a haze of tears.
Sawyer frowned. "Casey."
"Just a few minutes, Dad. I promise."
Honey sent Sawyer a pointed look, then patted Emma's shoulder. "You can use the family room. Sawyer and I will make sandwiches and join you in just a few minutes."
Keeping her head bowed so she wouldn't have to make eye contact with anyone, Emma left her chair. She didn't want to take Casey's hand, and tried to walk around him, but he caught her and his fingers laced into hers. His hand was big and warm, strong and steady. Reassuring.
Normally, just being near him made her feel more secure. But not this time.
To her amazement, when he reached the family room, Casey sat down and tugged her into his lap. She couldn't remember anyone ever holding her like that before. Emma was so shocked she almost bolted upright, but Casey wrapped both arms around her and pulled her so tightly to him, her head just naturally went to his shoulder. Her shaking increased.
Very gently, Casey stroked one hand up and down her back. "Em? Tell me what's going on."
Despite her resolve, she clutched at him. "I'm so sorry, Casey. So, so sorry."
He pushed her hair away from her face, then reached for a box of tissues on the end table and held them in front of her. Emma blew her nose, but it didn't help. The tears kept coming and she couldn't make them stop. "I didn't mean to get you involved, I swear."
Calmly, as if she hadn't just turned his life upside down, he said, "Involved in what?"
That was the thing about Casey. He was always calm, always so mature and sure of himself that, without thinking, she'd used his name and now… Emma grabbed for three more tissues. This was where she had to be careful. "I told my parents that I'm pregnant."
Casey went very still. Silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by her gasping breaths and awful sniffling. Casey sat there, tall and proud and strong, while she fell apart like a deranged child.
In that moment, Emma hated herself.
His hand began stroking her again. "I take it they weren't too happy about it?"
She laughed, but the humor faded into a wail. "I couldn't think of what else to do."
"So you came to me?"
He didn't seem nearly as outraged as she had expected. But then Casey was so different from any other guy she knew, she didn't know what to expect from him. He had a good handle on everything, on his life, his temper, his future.
"It's not…not what you think." This was even harder than she'd imagined. On the silent drive to his house, with her father fuming beside her, she'd tried to prepare herself, tried to make decisions. But this was the worst thing she'd ever done.
"No?" His thumb carefully smoothed over the bruise on her cheek.
God, she wished he'd say something more, maybe yell at her or throw her out. His calm destroyed what little control she'd been able to hold on to. "No." She shook her head and leaned away from the gentleness of his touch. It took one breath, then another, before she could speak convincingly. "I don't need or want anything from you, Case."
The intensity of his darkened gaze seeped into her and she tried to look away.
Gently, Casey brought her face back up to his. "Then why are you here, Em?"
"I just. " I had to escape. She drew a shaking breath and attempted to gather herself together. The last few hours had seemed endless, and the night was far from over. "I needed to get away and I couldn't think of anything else."
A rap on the door made her jerk, and she looked up to see Sawyer and Honey standing there, each carrying a tray. Sawyer held sandwiches and Honey held mugs of hot chocolate.
Emma started to groan. God, they were like Leave it to freakin' Beaver or something, so homey and together that nothing shook them for long, not even the neighborhood riffraff dropping in with a bombshell that should have disrupted the rest of their lives.
Envy formed a vise around her heart, but she knew she'd never belong to a family like theirs. They'd never want her.
Her own family didn't.
Sawyer's smile appeared strained but kind. "I think we should all do a little talking now."
He set the tray on the coffee table and settled into a chair. Honey did the same. They both seemed to ignore the fact that she'd ended up perched on Casey's lap, held in his strong arms. But the second Emma realized just how that would look, she shot to her feet. Before she could move too far away, Casey leaned forward and caught her wrist. Unlike her father's grip, his was gentle and warm.
Casey's hold offered comfort not restraint.
He came to his feet beside her, and she had the awful suspicion he wanted to provide a united front to his parents. He faced his father squarely, without an ounce of uncertainty or embarrassment. "Emma is pregnant."
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15 of 19 people found the following review helpful.
RE-PRINT WARNING
By T. Taylor
While I enjoyed this book when it was released originally in 2002, I find it hard to believe that once again the publishers are re-issuing a book under a new title (previously issued under the title "The Buckhorn Brothers : Casey), put a new cover on it and expect readers to buy the book - AGAIN! I almost purchased the book, but waited until it had been issued to check the copyright - WHOA!
I really enjoy Lori Foster's writing and credible characters - and this book, if you haven't read the original, is a good example of her writing talent. Don't stomp the author, but realize that publishers want to make money and will stoop to tricks to get you to buy a "NEW" novel. Good reason to continue purchasing from Amazon!
9 of 11 people found the following review helpful.
Great Way to End Series!
By Ann
I could not wait to get my hands on this book! Casey played such big parts throughout the series that I was anxious to see how he would end up with Emma.
The book starts out without any lagging and the easy rhythm throughout the entire book made this book so enjoyable to read. I admit I finished it in one night and it provided great closure to this series.
Casey is strong, sensitive, and just alpha enough to go for what he wants and he has set his sights on Emma. Emma has grown into a spunky, determined, and caring woman who was determined not to let her past rule her future. Together, Casey and Emma just work! They seem like the type of people you want as your friend and,if possible, as part of your family.
I would highly recommend this book to anyone who has read any of the other Buckhorn books, because, come on - it's Casey's story!!!
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful.
an unusual and well-written romance...a worthwhile heroine...
By Virginia Campbell
Compelling characterizations and a sweet and sensual reunion romance make author Lori Foster's "The Buckhorn Legacy" an involving read. This story is the finale to her "Buckhorn Brothers" series, but due to the strength of the story line, it works well as a stand-alone. However, after getting a glimpse of the "brothers" and their romantic histories, I would love to read the rest of the series! In "The Buckhorn Legacy", teenaged Emma Clark has a troubled home life, a trampy reputation, and a huge crush on Casey Hudson, the son of town doctor Sawyer Hudson. Casey and Emma are great friends, and each of them feels a special connection to the other, but Casey resists becoming intimately involved with Emma. He feels protective toward her, and he has always seen through her makeup, bleached hair, and provocative attire to the beautiful person inside. When Emma's difficult home life results in a rescue by Casey and his family, Emma spends one night in the Hudson home before quietly leaving the next morning without saying goodbye. Casey is devastated, feeling deserted by Emma, and never forgetting her throughout the years. Almost a decade later, they are reunited when Emma returns to Buckhorn to see her ailing father. That special connection between them is still there, immediate and intense, but Emma and Casey have each grown and matured as a person. Casey wants Emma more than ever, and now he is no longer a confused teenager. He is a man, with one woman on his mind and in his heart, and the more time he spends with Emma, the more he wants her to stay in his life. Sadly, Emma is all too aware that the small-town gossips have never forgotten the girl with a bad name who loved a good time. Even though she has moved on from being an insecure girl looking for love and acceptance, and become a young woman with a business of her own and a whole new life, she still feels the scrutiny of the community. Can Casey make Emma see herself as the lovely and well-loved woman he knows her to be? Will Emma resolve old fears and hurts from the past and reach for a happy future with the man she has loved for so long? An unusual love story, and a frank look at teenaged sexuality, "The Buckhorn Legacy" is a well-written romantic tale from talented author Lori Foster.
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