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The Texas Brands Books 1 & 2: The Littlest Cowboy and The Baddest Virgin in Texas
Book 1: THE LITTLEST COWBOY
Baby on his Doorstep!
Sheriff Garrett Brand has raised his 5 siblings single-handedly and done his best to mold them into honorable human beings. So when a baby lands on the doorstep of the Texas Brand, his first question is which younger brother is in for a butt-kicking? But the little fellow isn’t named after Ben, Wes, Adam, or Elliot. According to the note his mama left behind the baby’s name is Garrett. While Garrett-the-elder is still racking his brain to figure it all out, a woman shows up in the dead of night, fighting mad, and accusing Garrett of murdering her sister and stealing the baby!
But the Texas Brand is the best place these two lost souls could’ve wound up. And the kind of trouble dogging their heels doesn’t stand a chance against the Brands of Texas.
Book 2: THE BADDEST VIRGIN IN TEXAS
Jessi Brand always gets what she wants.
And what she wants is part time ranch hand, part time deputy, and full time hunk, Lash Monroe. Unfortunately, her five big (really big) brothers have other ideas. And so does Lash.
He had his fill of large families and overbearing “brothers” during his childhood in foster care. He’s a lone drifter and he intends to stay that way.
And yet he can’t resist Jessi Brand.
When a mischievous kid with a needle gets caught poking holes in foil packets at the local drugstore, the results put poor Lash in more danger than the deadly trouble from his past that’s finally caught up to him.
But the Brands sticks together, and like it or not, Lash is become a part of that family now.
Baby on his Doorstep!
Sheriff Garrett Brand has raised his 5 siblings single-handedly and done his best to mold them into honorable human beings. So when a baby lands on the doorstep of the Texas Brand, his first question is which younger brother is in for a butt-kicking? But the little fellow isn’t named after Ben, Wes, Adam, or Elliot. According to the note his mama left behind the baby’s name is Garrett. While Garrett-the-elder is still racking his brain to figure it all out, a woman shows up in the dead of night, fighting mad, and accusing Garrett of murdering her sister and stealing the baby!
But the Texas Brand is the best place these two lost souls could’ve wound up. And the kind of trouble dogging their heels doesn’t stand a chance against the Brands of Texas.
Book 2: THE BADDEST VIRGIN IN TEXAS
Jessi Brand always gets what she wants.
And what she wants is part time ranch hand, part time deputy, and full time hunk, Lash Monroe. Unfortunately, her five big (really big) brothers have other ideas. And so does Lash.
He had his fill of large families and overbearing “brothers” during his childhood in foster care. He’s a lone drifter and he intends to stay that way.
And yet he can’t resist Jessi Brand.
When a mischievous kid with a needle gets caught poking holes in foil packets at the local drugstore, the results put poor Lash in more danger than the deadly trouble from his past that’s finally caught up to him.
But the Brands sticks together, and like it or not, Lash is become a part of that family now.
246 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 19, 2017
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About the author
Maggie Shayne
258 books2,577 followersI live in the teeny, tiny town of Taylor, NY, (Alliteration Alert!) though my mailing address is Cincinnatus, my telephone exchange is Truxton and I pay taxes and vote in Cuyler. All of these are at least in the same rural county in the southern hills of New York State; Cortland County. There are more cattle than people here. The nearest “big” cities are Syracuse and Binghamton and they are an hour away, in different directions, and not really all that big by most standards, though they both seem humongous to me. I look out my window to see rolling, green, thickly forested hills, wildflower laden meadows and wide open blue, blue skies. My road is barely paved. The nearest neighboring place is a 700 acre dairy farm.
My house is a big, century old farmhouse. I moved in here after my divorce in 2006. Just a little over a year later, the house, which I had named, SERENITY, burned. It was 99% gutted, and I lost my two dogs, Sally, an 11-year-old great Dane, and Wrinkles, my 14-year-old, blind bulldog. This was the culmination of my Dark Night of the soul, which had seemed to hit me all at once in 2006-2007. My mother died that year, after a 14 month battle with pancreatic cancer. She was only 60. The youngest of my five daughters had left home that same year, and while that’s not a tragedy at all, it felt like one to me. Then came the divorce. And finally there was the fire--it seemed my darkest night wasn’t quite finished with me after all. I had lost almost everything before that point, and as I poked through the wet ashes and soot the next day, I realized that I had now been stripped all the way to the bone.
No better time to start over. (And no, I didn’t come to that realization that day--there were a few days of wallowing in pity first, particularly the day after the fire, when I hit a deer and smashed up my car, which I was practically living in!)
That’s when I started to laugh. Just sat on the side of the road as the deer bounded, uninjured and carefree, out of sight, and laughed. It was just too ridiculous at that point, to do anything else!
And from there, I picked myself up, and brushed myself off, and said, okay, there’s only one way to go from here. Forward. And that’s what I did. There I was at the age of harrurmphemmph, living in my one, mostly undamaged remaining room, with a dorm-sized mini-fridge, a futon, a TV, my cat (nine lives!) and a laptop. And not much else. (Though thank goodness the room that survived the fire, was a room that had its own attached bathroom!)
Since then I have rebuilt my beloved home, which really has become my haven, my “Serenity.” I share it now with my fiancé, Lance, and we have accumulated quite the little family together. “Little” being a relative term. We have a pair of English Mastiffs, Dozer and Daisy, who weigh 203 pounds and 208 pounds respectively, and a little pudgy English Bulldog named Niblet, who is bigger than both of them, inside her mind. We also have the aforementioned cat, Glorificus (“Glory” for short,) who adores her canine pups and keeps them firmly in line. And we've acquired a pair of stray cats as well, a mother and son, Luna (Lulu for short) and Butters aka Buddy. Lulu showed up pregnant during a lunar eclipse, had a litter, and vanished again. We found homes for all the kittens except one. Butters. We got him fixed and kept him. A few months later, Lulu returned, again expecting. This litter was born on the "Monster Moon." Again, all the kittens were spayed and neutered and placed in homes, and this time we got Lulu to the vet in time to spay her before the cycle could repeat.
Glory is not amused.
She has a story of her own, my old Glory cat, having been with me before the Dark Times descended, she went through it all with me, moved with me, survived the fire, and remains with me still. She's tolerating the newcomers. Barely.
My partner is an artist, a mechanic, a welder and an inventor, and the rumors are true, he is much younger than I
My house is a big, century old farmhouse. I moved in here after my divorce in 2006. Just a little over a year later, the house, which I had named, SERENITY, burned. It was 99% gutted, and I lost my two dogs, Sally, an 11-year-old great Dane, and Wrinkles, my 14-year-old, blind bulldog. This was the culmination of my Dark Night of the soul, which had seemed to hit me all at once in 2006-2007. My mother died that year, after a 14 month battle with pancreatic cancer. She was only 60. The youngest of my five daughters had left home that same year, and while that’s not a tragedy at all, it felt like one to me. Then came the divorce. And finally there was the fire--it seemed my darkest night wasn’t quite finished with me after all. I had lost almost everything before that point, and as I poked through the wet ashes and soot the next day, I realized that I had now been stripped all the way to the bone.
No better time to start over. (And no, I didn’t come to that realization that day--there were a few days of wallowing in pity first, particularly the day after the fire, when I hit a deer and smashed up my car, which I was practically living in!)
That’s when I started to laugh. Just sat on the side of the road as the deer bounded, uninjured and carefree, out of sight, and laughed. It was just too ridiculous at that point, to do anything else!
And from there, I picked myself up, and brushed myself off, and said, okay, there’s only one way to go from here. Forward. And that’s what I did. There I was at the age of harrurmphemmph, living in my one, mostly undamaged remaining room, with a dorm-sized mini-fridge, a futon, a TV, my cat (nine lives!) and a laptop. And not much else. (Though thank goodness the room that survived the fire, was a room that had its own attached bathroom!)
Since then I have rebuilt my beloved home, which really has become my haven, my “Serenity.” I share it now with my fiancé, Lance, and we have accumulated quite the little family together. “Little” being a relative term. We have a pair of English Mastiffs, Dozer and Daisy, who weigh 203 pounds and 208 pounds respectively, and a little pudgy English Bulldog named Niblet, who is bigger than both of them, inside her mind. We also have the aforementioned cat, Glorificus (“Glory” for short,) who adores her canine pups and keeps them firmly in line. And we've acquired a pair of stray cats as well, a mother and son, Luna (Lulu for short) and Butters aka Buddy. Lulu showed up pregnant during a lunar eclipse, had a litter, and vanished again. We found homes for all the kittens except one. Butters. We got him fixed and kept him. A few months later, Lulu returned, again expecting. This litter was born on the "Monster Moon." Again, all the kittens were spayed and neutered and placed in homes, and this time we got Lulu to the vet in time to spay her before the cycle could repeat.
Glory is not amused.
She has a story of her own, my old Glory cat, having been with me before the Dark Times descended, she went through it all with me, moved with me, survived the fire, and remains with me still. She's tolerating the newcomers. Barely.
My partner is an artist, a mechanic, a welder and an inventor, and the rumors are true, he is much younger than I
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September 1, 2019
Mixed Emotions
The Littlest Cowboy 5*****
The Baddest Virgin 3***
So am average at 4****
Loves the first story and it has a little bit of everything.
This gives the whole family dynamic and sets up book two as well. Jessi is the badass baby and only sister with five older brothers.
But Baddest Virgin has a bitchy, fake Jessi as the virgin. I really hated how they had her acting in this one, the virgin femme fatale seducing Lash almost against his will. I just wanted to skim over the second half of her book. Everyone else was great in it by the way just not her. Very disappointed. Hence since this was a two book set it got a four.
The Littlest Cowboy 5*****
The Baddest Virgin 3***
So am average at 4****
Loves the first story and it has a little bit of everything.
This gives the whole family dynamic and sets up book two as well. Jessi is the badass baby and only sister with five older brothers.
But Baddest Virgin has a bitchy, fake Jessi as the virgin. I really hated how they had her acting in this one, the virgin femme fatale seducing Lash almost against his will. I just wanted to skim over the second half of her book. Everyone else was great in it by the way just not her. Very disappointed. Hence since this was a two book set it got a four.
February 9, 2023
Jessi and Lash. The Princess and 5 brotherzr
This is a beautiful love story. Jessi made up her mind she was going to marry Lash. Even if her brothers said he was a drifter. He would only hurt her. But she knew better and she had a plan.
This is a beautiful love story. Jessi made up her mind she was going to marry Lash. Even if her brothers said he was a drifter. He would only hurt her. But she knew better and she had a plan.
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