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McKettricks of Texas: Garrett

McKettricks of Texas: Garrett

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by Linda Lael Miller

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Fast track up the political ladder, fast cars, fast women—that's Garrett McKettrick. Make that was. A scandal has brought him home to Blue River, Texas, a place where a man can slow down, take stock and plan his next move. Which doesn't include staying at the family ranch with his brothers. A city boy, Garrett doesn't think he has the land in


Fast track up the political ladder, fast cars, fast women—that's Garrett McKettrick. Make that was. A scandal has brought him home to Blue River, Texas, a place where a man can slow down, take stock and plan his next move. Which doesn't include staying at the family ranch with his brothers. A city boy, Garrett doesn't think he has the land in his blood.

But Blue River has other attractions, like his former high school nemesis, Julie Remington. Now a striking woman, Julie comes complete with a four-year-old cowboy, a three-legged beagle and deep ties to the community. Good thing they have nothing in common…except their undeniable attraction and a future brighter than the Texas sun.

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"Linda Lael Miller creates vibrant characters and stories I defy you to forget."-#1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber

"Miller has created unforgettable characters and woven a many-faceted yet coherent and lovingly told tale." –Booklist on McKettrick's Choice

"Miller's name is synonymous with the finest in western romance."

-RT Book Reviews

"Full of equal parts heart and heartache, Miller's newest western is sure to tug at the heartstrings from the first charming scene to the last."

-RT Book Reviews on Big Sky Summer

"Miller's down-home, easy-to-read style keeps the plot moving, and she includes...likable characters, picturesque descriptions and some very sweet pets."

-Publishers Weekly on Big Sky Country

"A delightful addition to Miller's Big Sky series. This author has a way with a phrase that is nigh-on poetic...this story [is] especially entertaining."

-RT Book Reviews on Big Sky Mountain

"A passionate love too long denied drives the action in this multifaceted, emotionally rich reunion story that overflows with breathtaking sexual chemistry."

-Library Journal on McKettricks of Texas: Tate

"Miller's prose is smart, and her tough Eastwoodian cowboy cuts a sharp, unexpectedly funny figure in a classroom full of rambunctious frontier kids."

-Publishers Weekly on The Man from Stone Creek

"Miller's return to Parable is a charming story of love in its many forms. The hero's struggles are handled in an informed and heartwarming way, and it's easy to empathize with the heroine's desire to start an independent, new life in this sweetly entertaining and alluring tale."
-RT Book Reviews on Big Sky River

"Miller's third Stone Creek novel gets as hot as the noontime desert. Miller's portrayal of Sarah as a strong, independent woman sets this novel apart from customary tales of the damsel in distress and the rescuing hero...Well-developed, personable characters and a handful of loose ends will leave readers anticipating future installments." —Publishers Weekly on The Rustler

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McKettricks of Texas Series , #3
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Garrett McKettrick wanted a horse under him—a fleet cow-pony like the ones bred to work the herds on the Silver Spur Ranch. But for now, anyway, the Porsche would have to do.

Because of the hour—it was a little after 3:00 a.m.—Garrett had that particular stretch of Texas highway all to himself. The moon and stars cast silvery shadows through the open sunroof and shimmered on the rolled-up sleeves of his white dress shirt, while a country oldie, with lots of twang, pounded from the sound system. Everything in him—from the nuclei of his cells outward—vibrated to the beat.

He'd left the tuxedo jacket, the cummerbund, the tie, the fancy cuff links, back in Austin—right along with one or two of his most cherished illusions.

The party was definitely over—for him, anyhow.

He should have seen it coming—or at least listened to people who did see it coming, specifically his brothers, Tate and Austin. They'd done their best to warn him.

Senator Morgan Cox, they'd said, in so many words and in their different ways, wasn't what he seemed.

Against his will, Garrett's mind looped back a few hours, and even as he sped along that straight, dark ribbon of road, another part of him relived the shock in excruciating detail.

Cox had always presented himself as a family man, in public and private. A corner of each of his hand-carved antique desks in both the Austin and Washington offices supported a small forest of framed photos—himself and Nan on their wedding day, himself and Nan and the first crop of kids, himself and Nan and more kids, some of whom were adopted and had special needs. Altogether, there were nine Cox offspring.

The dogs—several generations of golden retrievers, all rescued, of course—were pictured as well.

That night, with no warning at all, Garrett's longtime boss and mentor had arrived at an important fundraiser, held in a glittering hotel ballroom, but not with Nan on his arm—elegant, articulate, wholesome Nan, with her own pedigree as a former Texas governor's daughter. Oh, no. This powerful U.S. senator, a war hero, a man with what many people considered a straight shot at the White House, had instead escorted a classic bimbo, later identified as a twenty-two-year-old pole dancer who went by the unlikely name of Mandy Chante.

Before God, his amazed supporters, the press and, worst of all, Nan, the senator proceeded to announce that he and Mandy were soul mates. Kindred spirits. They'd been lovers in a dozen other lifetimes, he rhapsodized. In short, Cox explained from the microphone on the dais—his lover hovering earnestly beside him in a long, form-fitting dress rippling with ice-blue sequins, which gave her the look of a mermaid with feet—he hoped everyone would understand.

He had to follow his heart.

If only the senator's heart were the organ he was following, Garrett lamented silently.

One of those freeze-frame silences followed, vast and uncomfortable, turning the whole assembly into a garden of stone statues while several hundred people tried to process what they'd just heard Cox say.

Who was this guy, they were probably asking themselves, and what had he done with the Morgan Cox they all knew? Where, Garrett himself wondered, was the man who had given that stirring eulogy at the double funeral after Jim and Sally McKettrick, his folks, were killed a decade before?

The mass paralysis following Morgan's proclamation lasted only a few seconds, and Garrett was quick to shake it off. Automatically, he scanned the room for Nan Cox—his late mother's college roommate—and found her standing near the grand piano, alone.

Most likely, Nan, a veteran political wife, had been in transit between one conversational cluster and another when her husband dropped the bombshell. She was still smiling, in fact, and the effect was eerie, even surreal.

Like the true lady she was, however, Nan immediately drew herself up, made her way through friends and strangers, enemies and intimate confidants to step up to Garrett's side, link her arm with his and whisper, "Get him out of here, Garrett. Get Morgan out of here now, before this gets any worse."

Garrett glanced at the senator, who ignored his wife of more than three decades, the mother of his children, the flesh-and-blood, hurting woman he had just humiliated in a very public way, to gaze lovingly into the upturned face of his mistress. The mermaid's plump, glistening lower lip jutted out in a pout.

Cox patted the young woman's hand reassuringly then, acting as though she, not Nan, might have been traumatized.

The cameras came out, amateur and professional; a blinding dazzle surrounded the happy couple. Within a couple of minutes, some of that attention would surely shift to Nan.

"I'm getting you away first," Garrett told Nan, using his right arm to lock her against his side and starting for the nearest way out. As the senator's aide, Garrett had a lot of experience at running interference, and he always scoped out every exit in every venue in advance, just in case. Even the familiar ones, like that hotel, which happened to be the senator's favorite.

Nan didn't argue—not then, anyway. She kept up with Garrett, offered no protest when he hustled her through a corridor crowded with carts and wait-staff, then into a service elevator.

Garrett flipped open his cell phone and speed-dialed a number as they descended, Nan leaning against the elevator wall now, looking down at her feet, stricken to silence. Her beautifully coiffed silver hair gleamed in the fluorescent light.

The senator's personal driver, Troy, answered on the first ring, his tone cheerful. "Garrett? What's up, man?"

"Bring the car around to the back of the hotel," Garrett said. "And hurry."

Nan looked up, met Garrett's gaze. She was pale, and her eyes looked haunted, but the smile resting on her mouth was real, if slight. "You're probably scaring poor Troy to death," she scolded, putting a hand out for the cell phone.

Garrett handed it over just as they reached the ground floor, and Nan spoke efficiently into the mouthpiece.

"Troy? This is Mrs. Cox. Just so you know, there's no fire, and nobody's been shot or had a heart attack. But it probably is a good idea for me to leave the building, so be a dear and pick me up behind the hotel." A pause. "Oh, you are? Perfect. I'll explain in the car. Meanwhile, here's Garrett again."

With that, she handed the phone back to Garrett.

When he put it to his ear, he heard Troy suck in a nervous breath. "I'm outside the kitchen door, buddy," he said. "I'll take Mrs. Cox home and come straight back, in case you need some help."

"Excellent idea," Garrett said, as the elevator doors opened into the institution-sized kitchen.

The senator's wife smiled and nodded to a bevy of surprised kitchen workers as she and Garrett headed for the outside door.

True to his word, Troy was waiting in back, the rear passenger-side door of the sedan already open for Mrs. Cox.

He and Garrett exchanged glances as Nan slipped into the back seat, but neither of them spoke.

Troy closed her door, but she immediately lowered the window.

"My husband needs your help," she told Garrett quietly but firmly. "This is no time to judge him—there will be enough of that in the media."

"Yes, ma'am," Garrett answered.

Troy climbed behind the wheel again, and Garrett was already heading back through the kitchen door when they pulled away.

He strode to the service elevator, pushed the button and waited until it lumbered down from some upper floor.

When the doors slid open, there were the senator and the bimbo.

The senator blinked when he saw Garrett. He looked older somehow, and he was wearing his glasses. "There you are," he said. "I was wondering where you'd gotten to, young McKettrick. Nan, too. Have you seen my wife?"

Nan's remark, spoken only a minute or two before, echoed in Garrett's mind.

My husband needs your help.

And juxtaposed to that, the senator's oddly solicitous, Have you seen my wife?

Garrett made an attempt at a smile, but it felt like a grimace instead. He narrowed his eyes slightly, shot a glance at the mermaid and then faced the senator again. "Mrs. Cox is on her way home, sir," he said.

"I imagine she was upset," Cox replied, looking both regretful and detached.

"She's a lady, sir," Garrett answered evenly. "And she's behaving like one."

Cox gave a fond chuckle and nodded. "First, last and always, Nan is a lady," he agreed.

Beside him, the mermaid seethed, clinging a little more tightly to the senator's arm and glaring at Garrett.

Garrett glared right back. This woman, he decided, was no mermaid, and no lady, either. She was a barracuda.

"It would seem I haven't chosen the best time to break our news to the world, my dear," the senator said, patting his beloved's bejeweled and manicured hand in the same devoted way he'd done upstairs. "I probably should have told Nan in private."

Ya think? Garrett asked silently.

"You work for Senator Cox," said the barracuda, turning to Garrett, "not his wife. Why did you just go off and leave us—him—stranded like that? The reporters—"

Garrett folded his arms and waited.

"It was awful!" blurted the barracuda.

What had the woman expected? Champagne all around? Congratulatory kisses and handshakes? A romantic waltz with the senator while the orchestra played "Moon River"?

"Luckily," the senator told Garrett affably, as though there had been no outburst from the sequined contingent, "I remembered how often you and I had discussed security measures, and Mandy and I were able to slip away and find the nearest service elevator."

The corridor seemed to be closing in on Garrett. He undid his string tie and opened the top three buttons of his shirt. "Mandy?" he asked.

The senator laughed warmly. "Mandy Chante," he said, "meet Garrett McKettrick, my right-hand man."

"Mandy Chante," Garrett repeated, with no inflection at all.

Mandy's eyes blazed. "What are we supposed to do now?" she demanded.

"I guess that depends on the senator's wishes," Garrett said mildly. "Will you be going home to the ranch tonight, sir, or staying in town?"

Or maybe I could just drop you off at the nearest E.R. for psychiatric evaluation.

"I'm sure Nan will be at the condo," the senator mused. "Our showing up there could be awkward."

Awkward. Yes, indeed, Senator, that would be awkward.

Garrett cleared his throat. "Could I speak to you alone for a moment, sir?" he asked.

Mandy, with one arm already resting in the crook of the senator's elbow, intertwined the fingers of both hands to get a double grip. "Pooky and I have no secrets from each other," she said.


Garrett's stomach did a slow roll.

"Now, now, dear," Cox told Mandy, gently freeing himself fromher physical hold, at least. "Garrett means well, and you mustn't feel threatened." Addressing Garrett next, the older man added, "This is not a good time for a discussion. I'd rather not leave Mandy standing alone in this corridor."


"Tomorrow, Garrett," the senator said. "You and I will discuss this tomorrow, in my office."

Garrett merely nodded, clamping his back teeth together.

"It's weird down here," Mandy complained, looking around. "Weird and spooky. Couldn't we get a suite or something?"

"That's a fine idea," Cox replied ebulliently. There was more hand-patting, and then the senator turned to face Garrett again. "You'll take care of that for us, won't you, Garrett? Book a suite upstairs, I mean? Under your own name, of course, and not mine."

"Sure," Garrett answered wearily, thinking of Nan and the many kids and the faithful golden retrievers. Pointing out to his employer that nobody would be fooled by the suite-booking gambit would probably be futile.

"Good," the senator said, satisfied.

"Do we have to wait here while he gets us a room, Pooky?" Mandy whined. "I don't like this place. It's like a cellar or something."

Cox smiled at her, and his tone was soothing. "The press will be watching the lobby for us," he said reasonably. "And we won't have to wait long, because Garrett will be quick. Won't you, Garrett?"

Bile scalded the back of Garrett's throat. "I'll be quick," he answered.

That was when he started wanting the horse under him. He wanted to hear hooves pounding over hard ground and breathe the clean, uncomplicated air of home.

Duty first.

He went upstairs, arranged for comfortable quarters at the reception desk, and called the senator's personal cell phone when he had a room number to give him.

"Here's Troy, back again," the senator said on the other end of the call, sounding pleased. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind escorting us up there. If you'd just get us some ice before you leave, Garrett—"

Garrett closed his eyes, refrained from pointing out that he wasn't a bellman, or a room service waiter. "Yes, sir," he said.

Fifteen minutes later, he and Troy descended together, in yet another service elevator. For a black man, Troy looked pale.

"Is he serious?" Troy asked.

Garrett sighed deeply, looking up and watching the digital numbers over the doors as they plunged. His tie was dangling; he tugged it loose from his shirt collar and stuffed it into the pocket of his tuxedo jacket. "It would seem so," he said.

"Mrs. Cox says the senator is having a mental breakdown, and we all have to stick by him," Troy said glumly, shaking his head. "She's sure he'll come to his senses and everything will be fine."

"Right," Garrett said, grimly distracted. He'd sprint around to the side parking lot once he and Troy were outside, climb into his Porsche, and head for home. In two hours, he could be back on the Silver Spur.

They were standing in the alley again when Troy asked, "Why do I get the feeling that this comes as a surprise to you?"

The question threw Garrett, at least momentarily, and he didn't answer.

Troy thumbed the fob on his key ring, and the sedan started up. "Get in, and I'll give you a lift to your car," he told Garrett, with a sigh.

Garrett got into the sedan. "You knew about Mandy and the senator?" he asked.

Troy shook his head again and gave a raspy chuckle. "Hell, Garrett," he said, "I drive the man's car. He's been seeing her for months."

Garrett closed his eyes. Tate had accused him once of having his head up his ass, as far as the senator's true nature was concerned. And he'd defended Morgan Cox, been ready to fight his own brother to defend the bastard's honor.

"What about Nan? Did she know, too?" Remembering the expression on her face earlier, in the ballroom, Garrett didn't think so.

"Maybe," Troy said. "She didn't hear it from me, though."

He drew the sedan to a stop behind Garrett's Porsche. News vans were pulling out on the other end of the lot, along with a stream of ordinary cars.

Film clips and sound bites were probably already running on the local channels.

Turn out the lights, Garrett thought dismally. The party's over.

The senator not only wouldn't be getting the presidential nomination, he'd be lucky if he wasn't forced to resign before he'd finished his current term in office.

All of which left Garrett himself up Shit's Creek, without a paddle.

He got out of the sedan and said goodnight to Troy.

Meet the Author

The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is the author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels. Now living in Spokane, Washington, the “First Lady of the West” hit a career high when all three of her 2011 Creed Cowboy books debuted at #1 on the New York Times list. In 2007, the Romance Writers of America presented her their Lifetime Achievement Award. She personally funds her Linda Lael Miller Scholarships for Women. Visit her at www.lindalaelmiller.com.

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McKettricks of Texas: Garrett 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 179 reviews.
hcbm More than 1 year ago
I had a wonderful time savoring this story. Garrett was an interesting hero, though he was a bit naive thinking the best of people he admired and not seeing their foibles. However, none of us are omnipotent and he has a good heart. It was enlightening to see how his eyes were opened and how he responded to the different situations one they were. Our heroine Julie although she was attracted to Garrett was deliberate in her choice in pursuing a relationship with him. She is thinking of two things: She has a child to consider and he probably will be moving on. Is it enough to just live in the moment? The story was just the right mix of family interactions, romance and a little bit of danger and intrigue.
RaeRS More than 1 year ago
This was an interesting read for me because I did not care for the lead female character Julie. I cannot in good conscience call her the heroine. I found her annoying, a worry wart, and over protective of her child. One minute she's prim and proper the next her inner slut erupts, which came across as bi-polar to me. I could not figure out why Garrett would be interested in her, looks aside. I did enjoy the family theme and the concept of the McKettricks. Since this is the first book in this series I have read my curisoity about the family demands I give another in the series a try. Hopefully I won't be disappointed as I was with this book.
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It is fair.
usMP More than 1 year ago
Mintkit people get off the ratings page.  Not fair to the rest of us.  BN once again you do not do anything!!!!!
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Oh no! Mintkit! Go to Winterberry! This is not going to end well, is it? But still, it is amazing!
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Only the slight breeze that whistled through the drafts of the Warriors' Den distured the silence. Tabbypelt had his tail curled around Mintkit like a snake; except it was a warm, comforting squeeze, not one a foul reptile would use to choke its prey. One simple question lingered in her mind- *Why /does/ Flowerkit hate me? I've only been living for maybe a moon, her even less. What have I done wrong?* <br> The next few minutes were filled with thoughts and theories brewing like a medicine in the back of Mintkit's brain. But none made sense. Winterberry stalked in the almost-empty den as quiet as a dead mouse. Only when she cleared her throat to speak did Mintkit notice her mother was there. <br> "As expected," she began with a sigh, sounding as downcast as the weather outside, "Lightstar didn't like the news. He called for your apprenticeship ceremony to be delayed." Mintkit sighed inwardly. She knew it was coming. <br> "I need some alone time," was all she said before running out of the den wordlessly, ignoring the glances her parents exchanged. <p> She scanned the clearing with wide, minty green eyes. <br> *Definately not the Nursery while Flowerkit, Featherkit, and Ashkit are still there... I just came from the Warriors' Den. The Apprentices' Den? Nah, the 'Paws are just about to get back from training. The Elders' Den is occupied by an always-grumpy Jumpflare, and of course not Lightstar's den.* Her stare shifted to the tunnel at the back of camp and almost gagged at the thought. *I guess the Dirtplace is the only place to go...* Making sure no cat was already in there, she hesitantly made her way over to the stench-ridden Dirtplace. Mintkit stood by the entrence, bracing herself. *1... 2... 3...* She trotted all the way in, trying to block out the nose-killing scents. Mintkit finally made her way to the back corner; that section seemed to be the main culprit of the smell, but there it was dim and quiet. <p> Completely quiet. <p> She felt like she should do something. Cry, maybe. Brainstorm unlikely ideas about why Flowerkit would've framed her. Throw a hissy fit, like a senseless kit. But she just took in the peacefullness, the silence. It felt good to get away from the busy camp. <p> A few more minutes of bliss. Until Mintkit heard Winterberry call her name. <p> She abruptly stood up, but banged her head on the dirt roof. Wincing, she squinted her eyes so the few sprinks of falling earth wouldn't get in her eyes, and cotinued on her way out. But Mintkit was soon to stop in her tracks. Falling earth. She padded back to where she had hit her head and pawed at the roof. Sure enough, it was then weak enough so that more and more earth came raining down. <br> *Wouldn't outside be a nice place to explore?* The thought drove her on, until a beam of light shone overhead. She drove her muddy paws throught it and made the hole bigger and bigger, until a cat the size of her could get through. Squeezing her small body through the hole, Mintkit ignored Winterberry's calls, which were growing deeper with anxiety, until she was all the way out. <br> Mintkit was greeted with trees. <br> Streams. <br> Scents of prey. <br> Plants. <br> And she knew she was officially outside of camp. <p> (Thanks for all the encouraging comments! Be sure to keep checking the the Novellas at 'superstar'!) <p> -&#1071|Reflections&#9830
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I read all of her Nook books and thought they were all good. Love how the series includes updates and the people from the other books in the series.
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Honeysweet More than 1 year ago
This book gives defintion to the phrase " ALL AMERICAN COWBOY!" Garrett is a man who holds on to his values, and his manners that were taught to him by his parents. He is that man with that tough exterior, but is all heart and soul on the inside. Julie is a women who works hard to be a wonderful mother and teacher. Not to mention she tends to be the level headed of all the three sisters. I love her son Calvin. The story of how they all come together is surely one to remeber. So sit back, relax, and get lost in the wonderful world of the McKettrick brothers!
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