Enticing: The Buckhorn Brothers: Casey/Caught in the Act

Enticing: The Buckhorn Brothers: Casey/Caught in the Act

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by Lori Foster

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The Buckhorn Brothers: Casey

As a teen, Emma Clark was the girl with the bad reputation-- and trying to get Casey Hudson into bed hadn't helped! Not only was he the cutest guy in town, but he was also the only one who'd really seemed to care about her-- so much so that the usually hot-blooded teen had resisted all her awkward advances. Now, eight


The Buckhorn Brothers: Casey

As a teen, Emma Clark was the girl with the bad reputation-- and trying to get Casey Hudson into bed hadn't helped! Not only was he the cutest guy in town, but he was also the only one who'd really seemed to care about her-- so much so that the usually hot-blooded teen had resisted all her awkward advances. Now, eight years later, it's a different story...

Caught in the Act

When a robbery goes bad, undercover cop Mick Dawson can't believe Delilah Piper (aka mystery writer Lela DeBraye) was just in the wrong place at the wrong time-- and neither do the perps. The only way to protect her while he investigates what really happened is to stick with her 24/7-- and try not to fall for the object of his investigation!

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The Buckhorn Brothers Series
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5.13(w) x 8.00(h) x 1.45(d)

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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 abroken 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 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 dark 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."
Sawyer's jaw locked, and Honey looked down at her clasped hands, but not fast enough to hide her distress. When Emma started to speak, Casey squeezed her hand, silencing her. She understood what he wanted to do, and this time it was love clenching her heart. Not infatuation, not jealousy for all he had.
Real love.

Meet the Author

Lori Foster first published with Harlequin in January 1996. Her second book launched the Temptation Blaze series and her twenty-fifth book launched Temptation Heat books. Since those early days, Lori has routinely had six to ten releases a year. She's a Waldenbooks, USA TODAY, Publisher's Weekly and New York Times bestselling author with over fifty titles published with a variety of houses, including Kensington, Berkley/Jove, St. Martins, Harlequin and Silhouette. In 2001, Lori received the prestigious Romantic Times Career Achievement Award for Series Romantic Fantasy. In 2004, Romantic Times nominated Lori for another Career Achievement Award, in contemporary romance. In 2003, Say No to Joe was the second Bestselling Original Contemporary romance for Waldenbooks, and in 2004, The Secret Life of Bryan was the "Bestselling Original Contemporary" romance for the BGI group.

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Enticing: The Buckhorn Brothers: Casey/Caught in the Act 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 204 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I bought this to read Casey's story, because I loved all the Buckhorn brothers. Casey did not disappoint. Loved Casey and Emma's story about growing up and growing into love. I admit I was a bit bummed that I had to purchase Caught in the Act in order to finish with the Buckhorn guys; however, I was pleasantly surprised. This was a different story, and I liked it. From love/heat at first sight to a bit of a mystery. I am now purchasing the books with the other characters. And Lori Foster does write some great, hot, love scenes without being totally tawdry trash.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Enticing: The Buckhorn Brothers: Casey\Caught In The Act by Lori Foster is two tales in one. The first: The Buckhorn Brothers: Casey: centers around the son of Sawyer Hudson and I really enjoyed it. Emma Clark was spunky and independant. She was a very admirable heroine (and she cracked me up)! Casey, the 15 year old was great. The interaction between the two was... well... hot. (Lori writes such terrific love scenes.) They are filled with so much passion and steam! About the other brothers they live together and more or less run Buckhorn County. Sawyer Hudson is a doctor. Morgan Hudson is the sheriff. Their half brother Jordan Sommerville is a vet, and Gabe Kasper is a handyman. Their mother has been married three times. Her first husband died in the service and left her with two young sons. She remarried Jordan's father, but divorced him later when it became apparent he had a drinking problem. Then years later, she learned to trust love again and married Gabe's father -- who she's still with. Women who meet the brothers don't quite know the education their mama gave them. The brothers know women, love and respect women, and understand women. Lori Foster has a whole host of books to read, so you'll be in for a treat.
tupperlake53 More than 1 year ago
Both are well worth reading. Tthe second book im gonna see if incan track stories on the other people in it .NII LOVSD THEM BOTH??ONE HELLL OF A WRITER.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Disappointed that this book wasn't included in the bundle pack, but was worth it. You have to read the complete series, it keeps you on the edge of your seat.
BookWormNG More than 1 year ago
Great book! As if I expected anything less...
1badkittie More than 1 year ago
This whole series was awsome!! I've already read this one twice.
sleo More than 1 year ago
Not as good as the others.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
##Great conclusion to a wonderful series. Buy them all, but read in order if at all possible. So much more enjoyable as there are so many family members that play an important role in this series. Holy cow, Casey was so sweet and supportive, i loved him as much as the brothers. A must read!
clmc5 More than 1 year ago
This book is great! This is the second time I've read it and it's every bit as enjoyable as the first time. Lori Foster writes with humor, wit , and sensuality.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved Casey's story! A great way to end the series...a must read!!.
CDSTX More than 1 year ago
This book is the last of the Buckhorn Brother Series from Lori Foster. I loved all of them including this one. I would recommend any of Lori Fosters books to friends.
Bec4 More than 1 year ago
I loved this series! Because of this book I am a total fan of Lori. I'm now read her dare series .
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mcknightmare More than 1 year ago
I loved the Buckhorn Brother Series. They are all well written and captivating. These books have started me on checking out all of Lori Foster's other books. I know you will enjoy this book, but I recommend you start with "Lori Foster Bundle: Sawyer,Morgan,Gabe, Jordan".
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
series was great
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i loved this book! i have been waiting forever for it to come out and the story was even better that i could have imagnined
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Thought I might be a little put off reading Casey's story as he was pretty young when this series started, but Lori Foster did such a great job with it! Can't wait to read more of her!
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