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Georgia Barnes supported herself and her kids as a dancer —an exotic dancer. If Jordan Sommerville didn't like it, he could take a hike. So what if he was the most ...
Georgia Barnes supported herself and her kids as a dancer —an exotic dancer. If Jordan Sommerville didn't like it, he could take a hike. So what if he was the most caring, gentle, desirable man she'd ever known —he was still a man like all the rest.
Surely he couldn't be as perfect as he looked...or could he?
Jordan Sommerville stared at the hand-painted sign po-sitioned crookedly over the ramshackle building. Visible from the roadway, the sign boasted some of the worst pen-manship he'd ever seen. The bright red letters seemed to leap right out at him.
He cursed as another icy trickle of rain slid down the back of his neck. He could hear the others behind him, murmuring in subdued awe as they took in the sights and sounds of the bar. It was late, it was dark, and for Septem-ber, it was unseasonably cool. Surely there didn't exist a more idiotic way to spend a Friday night.
The idea of trying to convince a bar owner to institute a drink limit, especially a bar owner who had thus far al-lowed quite a few men to overimbibe, seemed futile. Jor-dan started forward, anxious to get it over with.
Somehow he'd become the designated leader of the five-man troop, a dubious honor he'd regretfully accepted. The men had been organized by Zenny, a retired farmer who was best described as cantankerous—on his good days. Then there was Walt and Newton, who claimed to be semi-retired from their small-town shops, though they still spent every day there. And Howard and Jesse, the town gossips who volunteered for every project, just to make sure they got to stick their noses into anything that was going on.
Jordan stopped at the neon-lighted doorway to the seedy saloon and turned to face the men. A strobing beer sign in the front window illuminated their rapt faces. Jor-dan had to shout to be heard over the loud music and laughter blaring from inside the establishment.
"Now remember," he said, and though he used his cus-tomary calm tone, he infused enough command to hold all theirattention, "we're going to talk. That's all. There'll be no accusations, no threats and absolutely, under no circum-stances, will there be any violence. Understood?"
Five heads bobbed in agreement even as they looked anxiously beyond Jordan to the rambunctious partying in-side. Jordan sighed.
Buckhorn County was dry, which meant anyone who drank had the good sense to stay indoors and keep it pri-vate. There'd been too many accidents on the lake, mostly from vacationers who thought water sports and alcohol went hand in hand, for the citizens to want it any other way.
But this new bar, a renovated old barn, had opened just over the county line, so the same restriction didn't apply. Lately, some of its customers had tried joyriding through Buckhorn in the dead of the night, hitting fences, tearing up cornfields, terrorizing the farm animals, and generally making minor mayhem. No one had been seriously in-jured, yet, but in the face of such moronic amusements, it was only a matter of time.
So the good citizens of Buckhorn had rallied together and, at the suggestion of the Town Advisory Board, decided to try talking to the owner of the bar. They hoped he would be reasonable and agree to restrict drinks to the rowdier customers, or perhaps institute a drink limit for those that leaned toward nefarious tendencies and overindulgence.
Jordan already knew what a waste of time that would be. He had his own very personal reasons for loathing drunks. He would have gently refused to take part in the futile endeavor tonight, except that he and his brothers were considered leading citizens of Buckhorn, and right now, due to a nasty flu that had swept through the town, Jordan was the only brother available to lead.
With a sigh, he walked through the scarred wooden doors and stepped inside. The smoke immediately made his lungs hurt. Mixed with the smells of sweat and the sick-ening sweet odor of liquor, it was enough to cause the strongest stomach to lurch.
The dank, dark night worked as a seal, enclosing the bar in a sultry cocoon. The walls were covered with dull gray paint. Long fluorescent lights hung down from the ex-posed ceiling beams, adding a dim illumination to an oth-erwise gloomy scene.
Men piled up behind Jordan, looking over his shoulder, breathing on his neck, tsking at what they saw as sala-cious activity. Which didn't, of course, stop them from ogling the scene in deep fascination. Jordan could almost feel their anticipation and knew the evening was not des-tined to end well.
Hoping to locate someone in charge, Jordan looked around. A heavy, sloping counter seated several men, all of them hanging over their beers while a painfully skinny, balding man refilled drinks with the quickness of long practice. At the end of the bar stood a massive, menacing bouncer, the look on his face deliberately intimidating. Jor-dan snorted, seeing the ploy for what it was; a way to keep the peace in a place that cultivated disagreements by vir-tue of what it was and the purpose it served.
There were booths lining the walls and a few round ta-bles cluttering up the middle of the floor. Overall, the place seemed crowded and loud, but not lively. An atmosphere of depression hung in the air despite the bawdy laughter.
Then suddenly the noise of conversation, clinking glasses and rowdy music died away. In its place a heavy, expectant hush filled the air. Jordan felt the hair on his arms tingle with a subtle awareness. Everyone stared at a low stage to the left of the front door, almost in the center of the bar. It couldn't have been more than eight feet wide and ten feet long. A faded, threadbare curtain at the back of the stage rustled but didn't open.
Jordan stared, feeling as mesmerized as everyone else, though he had no idea why. Behind him, old man Zenny coughed. Walt eased closer. Newton bumped into his left side.
Slowly, so slowly Jordan hardly noticed it at first, music from a hidden stereo began to filter into the quiet. It crack-led a bit, as if the speakers had been subjected to excessive volume. It started out low and easy and gradually built to a rousing tempo that made him think of the Lone Ranger series. All the men who'd previously been loud were now subdued and waiting.
The curtain parted just as the music grabbed a bounc-ing beat and took off like a horse given his lead. Jordan caught his breath.
A woman, slight in build except for her truly excep-tional breasts, burst onto the stage in what appeared to be an aerobic display except that she moved with the music, and looked seductive as hell.
He'd seen his three sisters-in-law do similar steps while exercising, but then, his sisters-in-law didn't have breasts like this woman, and they were always dressed in sweats when they worked out.
And they sure as certain didn't perform for drunks. Nearly spellbound, Jordan couldn't pull his gaze away. His mouth opened on a deep breath, his hands curled into and kept him off guard.
As he stared he realized the woman wasn't exactly doing a seductive dance. But the way she moved, fluid and graceful and fast, each turn or twist or high kick keeping time to the throbbing beat, had every man in the bar—in-cluding Jordan—holding his breath, balanced on a keen edge of anticipation.
She wore a revealing costume of black lace, strategi-cally placed fringe, and little else. The fringe glittered with jet beads that moved as she moved, drawing attention to her bouncing breasts and rotating hips. Her legs were slen-der, sleekly muscled. She turned her back to the bar, and the fringe on her behind did a little flip-flip-flip. Jordan's right hand twitched, just imagining what that bottom would feel like.
He cursed under his breath. The costume covered her, and yet it didn't. He'd seen women at the lake wearing bi-kinis that were much more revealing, but none that were sexier. She kept perfect time with the heavy pulsing of the music and within two minutes her shoulders and upper chest gleamed with a fine mist of sweat, making her glow. Her full breasts, revealed almost to her nipples, somehow managed to stay inside her skimpy costume, but the thought that they might not kept Jordan rigid and enrapt.
Next to him, Newton whispered, "Lord have mercy," and the same awe Jordan felt was revealed in the older man's voice. Jordan scowled, wishing he could send the men back outside, wishing he could somehow cover the woman up.
He didn't want others looking at her. But he could have looked at her all night long.
His possessive urges toward a complete stranger were absurd, so he buried them away behind a dose of con-tempt while ignoring the punching beat of his heart.
The audience cheered, screamed, banged their thick beer mugs on the counter and on the tabletops. Yet the woman's expression never changed. She didn't smile, though her overly lush, wide mouth trembled slightly with her exertions. She had a mouth made for kissing, for de-vouring. Her lips looked soft and Jordan knew with a man's intuition exactly how sweet they'd feel against his own mouth, his skin. Every now and then she turned in such a way that the lighting reflected in her pale gray eyes, which stared straight ahead, never once focusing on any one man.
In fact, her complete and utter disregard for her all-male audience was somehow arousing. She looked to be the epitome of sexual temptation, but didn't care. She might have been dancing alone, in the privacy of her bed-room, for all the attention she gave to the shouting, leer-ing spectators.
Feigning nonchalance, Jordan crossed his arms over his chest and decided to wait until her show ended be-fore finding the proprietor. Not because she interested him. Of course not. But because right now it would be useless to start his search, being that everyone was caught up in the show.
Despite his attempt at indifference, Jordan's gaze never left her, and every so often it seemed his heartbeat mirrored her rhythm. Beneath his skin, a strange warmth expanded, pulsed. Something about her, something elusive yet in-trinsically female, called to him. He ignored the call. He was not a man drawn in by flagrant sexuality. No, when a woman caught his attention, it was because of her gentle-ness, her intelligence, her morals. Unlike his brothers—who were the finest men he knew—he'd never been a slave to his libido. They'd often teased him about his staid per-sonality, his lack of fire, because he'd made a point of keep-ing his composure in all things. At least most of the time.
His eyes narrowed.
Short, golden brown curls framed her face and were be-ginning to darken with sweat, clinging to her temples and her throat. It was an earthy look, dredging up basic primal appetites. Jordan wondered what those damp curls would feel like in his fingers, what her heated skin would taste under his, moving as smoothly to his sexual demands as it moved to the music.
As the rhythmic beat began to fade, she dropped smoothly to her knees, then her stomach. Palms flat on the a woman in the throes of pleasure. The move was bla-tantly sexual, deliberately seducing, causing the crowd to almost riot and making Jordan catch his breath.
Her face was exquisite at that moment, eyes closed, mouth slightly parted, nostrils flaring. Jordan locked his jaw against the mental images filling his brain—images of him holding her hips while she rode him in just that way,
He wanted to banish the thoughts, but they wouldn't budge. Anger at himself and at the woman conflicted with his growing tension.
He knew every damn man in the place was imagining the same thing and it enraged him.
In that instant her eyes slowly opened and her glitter-ing gray gaze locked on his. Jordan sucked in a breath, feel-ing as though she'd just touched him in all the right places. They were connected as surely as any lovers, despite the space between them, the surroundings and the lack of prior knowledge. Her eyes turned hot and a bit frightened as they filled with awareness.
Then she caught herself and with a lift of her chin, she swung her legs around and came effortlessly to her feet.
Scowling at the unexpected effect of her, Jordan tried, without success, to pull his gaze away. There was nothing about a mostly naked vamp dancing in a sleazy bar for the delectation of drunks that should appeal to him.
So why was he so aroused?
Posted November 9, 2014
Hey Mouse! I just put this together as general timeline and any ideas you have we can add to it! <br>
Attack on Rainclan: So tonight and probably part or all of tomorrow Redspirit will force the clan to attack Rainclan. I think you are going to have to drag Goldenstar out and torchure him a bit for them to agree cause at the moment some are refusing. Oh and I just facepalmed at Cinderpaw's death. Cats can't write! Ugg I'll point it out there. *eyeroll* <br>
Velvetpaw's Visit: Hopefully we can fit this in tonight! Like you said she will sneak to the moonpool from the battle with Rainclan in search of Lilywolf and find her way to the Dark Forest. Then she and Lilywolf will see each other and I'm assuming Phantom will try to kill Velvetpaw. Then Lilywllf will make an offer hard to refuse in exchange for Velvetpaw to leave safely. This will also boost her determination to destroy him. <br>
Larkfrost's Kits: This will probably happen tomorrow or Tuesday. So once Larkfrost gives birth to her kits Redspirit will have to probably gravely injure her or knock her out and then carry them out to the clearing. Then he needs to pick a cat who has stood up to him in the past to punish. So far Riverpaw has stood up against him. He would make a good example. I'm assuming Riverpaw would never kill the kits and so then Whitefury or Toadpaw would kill him. Otherwise any other cat who stands up against Redspirit could be used for this. <br>
End Game for Phantom and Redspirit: This should start Wednesday to be safe! So with Lilywolf's new change in attitude after Velvetpaw's visit, she'll slowly begin to act more and more "friendly" towards Phantom. Eventually she'll get him to the point where he doesn't suspect her true motives and... dead Phantom. Then she will find her way back to Horseclan. Now I thought of something that I think you'll like. Obviously Redspirit hates "weakness" in the clan and besides Larkfrost's kits there is also Rosepetal. I've been thinking that perhaps he does the same thing with her and this time chooses Cloudripple as the cat to have kill Rosie. Obviously Cloudripple will refuse and when Toadpaw or Whitefury are about to kill her, Lilywolf will burst into the clearing and declare Phantom dead and Redspirit a lier. Then she will order Horseclan into battle against Redspirit and his followers. Though Whitefury and Toadpaw will merely be captured to await punishment, Redspirit will be killed, hopefully by Cloudripple. In the meantime Lilywolf will find Goldenstar and protet him only to eventually die (lol not literally just black out or something). After that there will need to be a lot of explaining and sadness before things get better. But eventually they do. <br>
Lol so what do you think? I'll leave this up and we can discuss it in our book as normal. ~ Lilywolf &hearts
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It was ok. The female character wasnt so likeable as the rest.out of all the series this one was the most annoying. The female had kids at 16 was a stripper and proud of it because she was independent..she also claims to not like the men she dances for and yet sleeps with the main character as soon as she dumps her kids to his family. Buckhorn legacy (emma and casey) story so much better. Ginger was too slutty to be nice and making her having kids makes you wonder if author thought putting a woman with no morals into family would make story more interesting.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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## Wow. This series was amazing. I absolutely adored these brothers. Even though they are a tad overbearing, they have great honor and huge hearts. And what's amazing is there wasn't one annoying heroine in the bunch. That's a major bonus in my book. Lori Foster was born to write. Can't wait for her next!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Ms. Foster never disappoints. After reading about Sawyer, I was hooked with the Buckhorn Brothers. And this story was equally wonderful. Though Jordan was considered the most timid one out of the four brothers, he was still brave enough to do everything in order to win Georgia's heart. Without a doubt that readers expect happy ending with these love stories. Yet it's the way of how Ms. Foster creates the characters and the plot that satisfied her readers.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 7, 2000
This book...Wow. the whole Buckhorn brothers series is a wonderful way to spend the afternoon and evenings. This is what it is all about. Love, Action, Romance, and Happy ever After. I cant wait until I find out what happens to Cassey in the next one...Please let there be another one...!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 20, 2000
<P>With 'Jordan,' Lori Foster pens a fitting finish to what has been a great summer series featuring 4 brothers from Buckhorn County and the women who win their hearts. <P>Handsome Jordan Sommerville, the area vet, is a man on a mission, the night he walks into the bar, bent on talking the owner into being more responsible with dispensing liquor. Before he gets the chance to speak one word to the owner, his attention and mission take a side-road as the floor show starts and Jordan finds himself staring at the woman who will be his wife. He just doesn't know it yet. At the moment, all he can think is that he's seen bathing suits that covered more than the scraps of cloth the exotic dancer on stage wore. <P>Georgia Barnes, 23 and mom to two, uses her dancing skills to earn money to support her children and her mother. The skimpy outfits the bar owner demands she wear mortifies her but does add money in tips to feed and clothe her children and pay for repairs on the house. And she doesn't take too kindly to Jordan barging in and basically taking over her life and quite possibly getting her place of employment shut down. <P>In this, the last of the Buckhorn Brothers series, Ms. Foster's trademark wit, knack for dialogue and sizzling sexual tension are clearly evident in this story that spotlights the last bachelor and brings in the whole extended family one last time. Once again, we are invited to look on as the four brothers clown around, pick on Jordan unmercifully but are there with the degree of love and support that has been evident throughout the whole series. And anyone with children, who knows how the little ones love to mimic what they hear their parents say, will laugh at the antics of Amber, her dad (Morgan) and her uncle Sawyer as she parrots a few choice words, much to the men's dismay. <P>If you have not had the chance to read 'Sawyer', 'Morgan', 'Gabe' or 'Jordan,' you're missing some terrific reading. Fortunately, they are still available, so pack them in your bag to take on vacation. <P>And thanks, Lori, for giving me a summer of wonderful men.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 18, 2000
Who is Jordan Sommerville? We know he is the quietest of the Buckhorn Brothers and is a Vet who is kind to humans and animals alike. In this 4th book of the Buckhorn Brothers series by Lori Foster, she reveals who Jordan is and introduces us to the woman who captures his heart. She is a dancer named Georgia that he met in a bar he was at while trying to force the owner to limit the drinks due to it causing problems in Buckhorn. While trying to protect her from a drunken patron they both end up arrested and the kindling relationship begins between the feisty single mother and Jordan. He immediately becomes part of her family and he introduces her to his. They both learn to overcome what they perceive as character flaws in themselves, and fall in love. The other brothers are present in the book, with Morgan having the most presence (outrageous as ever). There is a secondary story involving Casey, the son and nephew of the brothers. I will not give the plot away, except to say that there is a cliffhanger involving Casey that makes you want to shout: I want Caseys' story! Hopefully we will get our wish. I found Jordan very enjoyable and know that other readers of the Buckhorn Brothers series will also.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 28, 2000
Jordan Sommerville is the last hero in Ms. Foster's beloved series the Buckhorn Brothers. In a family full of wonderful heroes, Jordan is the quiet one who prefers to keep to himself. Until he stumbles across dancer Georgia Barnes, who has a tendency to get Jordan riled up pretty quick. If you love to read about sexy heroes and fiesty heroines you are in for a delightful treat with Jordan. If a book with hilarious dialogue and strong family bonds is what you are looking for, do not pass up the chance to read his story. The sexual tension sizzles and the family interaction will have you holding your sides from the laughter. As a reader I feel that there are more stories left in Buckhorn. I just hope that Ms. Foster gets the opporutnity to tell them as only she could.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 13, 2000
Jordan is the fourth and hopefully not the last in Lori Foster's Buckhorn series. Jordan is the most serious of the four and he falls hard for Olivia and her two children. There is also a secondary romance in there that hopefully lead to another book. Rush right to the store and pick up Jordan as soon as it hit the shelves.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 13, 2000
And focus on what's between the covers. I'm sure you'll find that not only is Jordan everything you've come to expect from this series, but more. Jordan Sommerville is the vet of Buckthorn County. Kind and compassionate to both two- and four-legged creatures, Jordan is almost a paragon. It's rumored that he can seduce a woman using only his mesmerizing voice, yet he never employs this tool. He has no intention of following in the footsteps of his three happily wedded brothers, until he meets up with Georgia. Trying to shut down a troublesome bar, he has no idea that the resident stripper will strike up a beat in his heart. Georgia Barnes is a dancer. An exotic dancer. And she really doesn't care what the arrogant, sanctimonious, misguided man who tries to save her honor thinks of her profession or her two young children. She has no intention of becoming embroiled with Jordan. Men, she has learned, never care much about those weaker or smaller than they. Yet Jordan and the men of his family slowly show her how wrong she is. How could she resist a man who is as kind and gentle to her as he is to her children? If you've come this far in the series, you probably don't even need this review to coerce you to buy JORDAN, but I'll try anyway. JORDAN is a wonderful way to follow GABE. I love the layering of the man: outside, he is a quiet, self-confident, and gentle man. On the inside, however, Jordan proves that he has a temper which is provoked only when someone smaller is hurt (how can you deny the appeal of that?) and he shows the sweetest vulnerability. And not only can he cook, but he gives great foot massages. Georgia was a wonderful heroine. Forced by circumstance and strained financial pockets, she reluctantly becomes a dancer at a bar. Not only is she intelligent and resourceful, but she is strong and prepared to do whatever it takes to keep her family fed, housed, and healthy. Still, she retains that hint of vulnerability: you know what I'm talking about, readers. The one that says: 'I don't need or expect a man to take care of me and all my burdens, but still...wouldn't be nice to have someone to share with?' Georgia, unfortunately, has been once burned and it takes Jordan more than a foot massage to get her to agree to let him be the man she shares her troubles with. In JORDAN, I found a wonderful combination of love, humor and a burning sexual tension. I won't say that JORDAN was the best way to conclude this series because as far as I am concerned, it's not over. By the end of JORDAN, you'll be panting for Casey's own story. Time to storm the publishing houses people...we must have CASEY...and soon!! Sit back, relax, and enjoy this book.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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