Texas Tough (Tylers of Texas Series #2)

Texas Tough (Tylers of Texas Series #2)

by Janet Dailey

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Texas Tough (Tylers of Texas Series #2) by Janet Dailey

"Big, bold, and sexy . . . Janet Dailey at her best!" --Kat Martin on Texas True

He's everything she doesn't need.

The quiet horse whisperer whose touch still ignites her dreams--and is everything wealthy Lauren Prescott is not. She can think of a million reasons why she should never ever fall into Sky Fletcher's sure embrace again. Until she clashes head-on with the dangerous complications of her privileged life and needs his protection like air to breathe . . .

She's more than he can resist.

The heiress Sky can't get out of his heart, no matter how much he tries. And being the secret third Tyler son doesn't change a thing. All he wants from his two brothers is help uncovering a dangerous conspiracy threatening his land, their ranch, and the spirited beauty he never should have touched . . .

"Dailey confirms her place as a top mega-seller." --Kirkus Reviews

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781420133769
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 03/29/2016
Series: Tylers of Texas Series , #2
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 108,211
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

JANET DAILEY’s first book was published in 1976. Since then she has written more than 100 novels and become one of the top-selling female authors in the world, with 325 million copies of her books sold in nineteen languages in ninety-eight countries. She is known for her strong, decisive characters, her extraordinary ability to recreate a time and a place, and her unerring courage to confront important, controversial issues in her stories. To learn more about Janet Dailey and her novels, please visit www.JanetDailey.com or find her on Facebook at Facebook.com/JanetDaileyAuthor.

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Texas Tough


By JANET DAILEY

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2015 Janet Dailey
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7582-9398-5


CHAPTER 1

The sun burned blood red through a lingering haze of dust. As it sank behind the buttes and turrets of the Caprock Escarpment, shadows stretched long across the heat-seared landscape. With each minute that passed, the two riders grew more anxious. If they didn't find the missing man soon, they'd be searching for him in the dark.

Jasper Platt, the Rimrock's retired foreman, had gone hunting early that morning. When he didn't show up for supper, Sky Fletcher and Beau Tyler had saddled their horses and set out looking for him. Armed with pistols and flashlights, they rode out across the flat toward the dry alkali lake where the old man liked to shoot quail and wild turkey.

"I don't like this." Beau scanned the horizon with his binoculars. "The old man's got no business out here alone, driving that ATV God knows where, maybe rolling it in a wash, or even running into those smugglers who've been leaving tracks all over the place. We need to make some rules and insist that he follow them."

'And how do you think Jasper would take to your rules?" Sky spoke softly, sharp ears alert for any unfamiliar sound. "He may be old, but that's no reason to treat him like a child. After all, he practically raised you and Will after your mother died."

Beau exhaled a tension-charged breath. "Somebody had to do the job. Our dad sure as hell didn't have the patience. Jasper was more of a father to Will and me than Bull Tyler ever was. I just hope we find him safe."

Sky let the words pass. It was no secret that Beau Tyler and his domineering father, Bull, had clashed bitterly at every turn. After their last quarrel, Beau had left for the army and stayed away eleven years.

Sky, however, had nothing but respect for the hard-driving rancher who'd taken in a starving half-Comanche teenager and given him a job. In the fourteen years Sky had worked for the Rimrock, he'd learned that Bull could be harsh but never unfair. The man's death this past spring had been a genuine loss. Sky was still reeling from the legacy Bull had left him in his will—the deed to 100 acres of prime ranchland, the first thing of real value he'd ever owned.

"Maybe we should've brought the dog." Beau's words broke into Sky's thoughts. Tag, the black and white Border Collie, was about Jasper's age in dog years. The two were close companions.

"I didn't see Tag at the house," Sky said. "Jasper might have taken him along in the ATV If anything happened to Jasper, that dog would stay right with him. Keep your ears open. Maybe we'll hear something."

Both men fell silent as the twilight deepened. Sky's ears sifted through the night sounds—the drone of flying insects, the faraway wail of a coyote, the rhythmic ploof of shod hooves in the powdery dust. With scorching temperatures and no rain since spring, the land was drier than he'd ever seen it. The drought was a constant, gnawing worry. But right now the more urgent concern was finding Jasper.

"Listen!" Beau hissed. "Do you hear that?"

"Sounds like a dog!" Sky had caught it, too. Urging their horses to a gallop, the two men thundered toward the sound.

Minutes later they found the ATV The open vehicle had careened and landed on its side in a hollow, where a minuscule spring seeped out of the ground. Protected by the roll bar, Jasper was sprawled belly down, one side of his face pressed in the water-slicked mud. The Border Collie stood guard, barking at their approach.

"Get the dog out of the way" Cursing, Beau dropped to a crouch beside the old man, who was as much a part of the Rimrock Ranch as the land itself.

Gripped by dread, Sky held the dog's collar, stroking and soothing the agitated animal while Beau, who'd had some medical experience as an Army Ranger, checked for vital signs.

"Is he alive?" Sky asked, steeling himself against the answer.

"Barely. His pulse feels week. Sounds like he might have some fluid in his lungs, too." Beau worked a hand beneath Jasper's head to lift his face clear of the mud. "I'd guess he's been here awhile. Damned lucky he didn't drown."

Sky's free hand whipped out his cell phone. "I'll get Life Flight. Want me to call the house, too? Will and Bernice will be worried. And they'll need to tell Erin."

Beau was probing for broken bones. "Go ahead and call Life Flight. Then you can help me push the ATV off him and turn him over. I'll phone Will when we've got him more comfortable."

By the time Sky had finished the call, the dog was calm enough to stay put. Between them, Sky and Beau tipped the light vehicle back onto its wheels and pushed it out of the way Jasper was semiconscious, muttering and moaning, his Stetson gone, his muddy white hair plastered to his scalp.

"I'll take his head and shoulders," Beau directed. "You support his hips and spine. On the count of three, we roll him onto his back."

Crouching low, Sky worked his hands beneath the bony old body and waited for the count. Jasper had been on the Rimrock since before Will and Beau were born. By the time Sky showed up, he was already a silver-haired elder. Arthritis had ended his days in the saddle, but he remained a treasure trove of wisdom, humor, and experience. If he didn't make it, his loss would devastate the ranch family.

Between advanced age and dehydration, Jasper's body felt almost weightless. After lifting him like a child, they rolled him onto a patch of dry grass. By then the twilight had deepened to dusk. But even without the flashlight, they could see the dark stain spread around the hole in the front of his faded plaid shirt. Sky's heart slammed. Beau cursed.

Jasper had been shot.


Will Tyler had left for the hospital within minutes of Beau's call, taking Bernice, Jasper's widowed younger sister who'd run the Tyler household for the past thirty years. Beau had gone with Jasper in the helicopter, leaving Sky to take the dog and horses to the barn and return in the pickup for the ATV

Sky had decided against going to the hospital. Somebody had to look after things at the ranch—and even though he thought the world of Jasper, Sky was aware that he wasn't family. Not like the Tylers were family

He was helping with early-morning chores when the call came from Will. "The old man's barely hanging on." Will's voice was gritty with exhaustion. "He's got pneumonia now, as well as the gunshot wound. He's a tough old man, but the doctor isn't sure he'll make it."

'Anything I can do?" Sky spoke past the knot in his throat.

"Yes. Jasper's conscious and asking for you. Get here as soon as you can."

Still in his work clothes, Sky piled into his ten-year-old Ford pickup and set out on the hour-long drive to the hospital in Lubbock. He couldn't think of any reason why Jasper would ask for him, but if that was what the old man wanted, he would be there. If the worst happened, it would at least give him a chance to say good-bye.

The rising sun, a fireball above the rolling plains, promised another day of blistering heat. On either side of the road, the grassy landscape stretched as dead as broom straw, dotted with clumps of dry mesquite. Buzzards, a half mile distant, flocked around a dark, bulky shape. A dead cow, maybe even a horse. At least the scavengers were eating well.

Sky had seen droughts before, but never one as bad as this. With the summer not half over, things were bound to get even worse. Will had already talked about selling off the cattle early, which made Sky's work training horses to sell even more vital to the ranch's survival.

But concerns about the drought would have to wait. Right now what mattered most was Jasper's life.

As Sky swung the pickup into a parking spot, a white Toyota Land Cruiser pulled up next to him. Beau's fiancée, Natalie Haskell, flew out of the driver's seat to join Sky on a fast walk to the waiting room. Doll-sized, she was dressed for her work as a vet in jeans and a tan cotton shirt.

"Beau said I didn't need to come, but I couldn't stay away. I've known Jasper all my life." She brushed back her mop of dark curls. The diamond on her finger scattered rainbows where it caught the sunlight.

Sky didn't reply as he held the door for her. There were no words for a time like this.

The small waiting room was crowded. Beau, who'd been awake all night and looked it, hurried forward to pull Natalie in his arms. The two held each other, taking and giving comfort.

Bernice, red-eyed and disheveled, huddled on a couch, needles clicking with each stitch of the brown afghan she was knitting. Will's ex-wife, Tori, a willowy blonde, sat next to her with an arm around their twelve-year-old daughter, Erin. Tears stained the girl's pretty, young face. Jasper was like a grandfather to her.

A wall-mounted television in the far corner was blaring an early-morning talk show, but no one in the room was paying it any heed. As he looked around for Will, Sky found himself wondering if the sheriff's men had been here, or if the press had caught wind of the shooting. If Jasper didn't make it, the authorities would be looking for a murderer.

Unshaven and haggard, Will stood alone by the window. Dark, blue-eyed, and muscular, he was the near image of his late father. Seeing Sky come in, Will crossed the room to join him.

For the past six years, since Bull Tyler's paralysis in a riding accident, Will had run the Rimrock. After Bull's recent death, Beau had come home for the funeral and stayed on as foreman, freeing Sky to manage the horses full time. But it had been Jasper's deep knowledge of the ranch—the how and why of things—that had sustained them all. Much as Jasper would be missed by the ranch family, Sky suspected Will would miss him most.

"He's down the left hallway. I'll show you where." Will opened the swinging doors that led from the waiting room to the ICU.

"Do we know who shot him?" Sky asked.

"Jasper says he didn't see a soul. When the bullet hit, he lost control of the ATV and that's the last thing he remembers. The doctor thinks he may have a concussion." Will's lips tightened. "He'll have an oxygen mask on, but he can take it off long enough to talk to you. Just make sure you don't tire him."

"Don't worry. I'll make the visit a short one." Sky had long since accepted Will's need to manage things. Bull's nature had been much the same.

Alone now, Sky opened the door to Jasper's room and walked in. Propped in bed with a thin blanket covering his legs, the old man looked as frail as an ancient skeleton, ready to crumble at a touch. Monitors and IV lines formed a web around him, beeping and flashing. Anchored by a clip, a catheter bag hung over the side of the mattress.

Growing up among his Comanche mother's people, Sky had learned to accept age and death as a natural process. To truss up an elder in such a way, denying him the dignity of a good death, struck him as demeaning. But who was he to question the wisdom of the doctors?

A plastic cup, supplying oxygen, covered Jasper's nose and mouth. Above it, his pale eyes were open and surprisingly alert. One hand gestured feebly toward the oxygen mask, signaling that he wanted Sky to move it aside—easily done, since it was held in place by a strip of soft elastic.

"Isn't this a pickle? For two cents I'd yank off all this fancy rigging and walk out of here." Jasper's voice was weak. Will had been right about not tiring the old man. Every word seemed to cost him strength.

"Will said you wanted to see me," Sky said. "I got here as soon as I could."

"Thanks. Feelin' like hell. If the good Lord's ready to take me, I'm willin' to go. But I won't rest easy till I've told you a secret—" Jasper's voice dropped to a labored breath. 'A secret I've kept all your life."

"You need to rest, Jasper." Why did Sky feel that he was about to hear something he was better off not knowing? "The secret can wait."

"No. You deserve the truth. And I'm the only one left who knows to tell you." Jasper's gaze flickered toward the open door. "Close it," he rasped.

Sky closed the door and returned to the bed. Jasper seemed to be struggling to breathe. Sky touched the oxygen mask in a silent question. The old man shook his head. "This won't take long," he said. "Lean closer.... That's better. You never knew about your father, did you, boy?"

"Only that he was white. And that he wouldn't marry my mother."

"Listen, then." Jasper was fighting to breathe. "I swear this is God's truth. Your father was Bull Tyler."

CHAPTER 2

Leaving Jasper in the care of a nurse, Sky walked back down the hall toward the waiting area. He passed through the swinging double doors into a roomful of strangers—Will and Beau, his half brothers; Erin, his niece; Tori and Natalie, his once and future sisters-in-law.

None of them knew the truth, of course. And he would never tell them—Sky had made that decision by the time he left Jasper's hospital room. Life would go on exactly as before. But whether he liked it or not, he would be looking at the family through different eyes. Tyler eyes.

"You're leaving?" Beau stopped him on his way to the outside door.

"Somebody needs to look after the ranch, and I can't be much help here. Keep me posted on how Jasper's doing." Sky turned aside. Right now all he wanted was to get away and sort things out for himself.

But what difference did it make now that he knew? Sky wrestled with that question as he drove home. Bull Tyler hadn't wanted anybody to know he'd slept with a Comanche woman and fathered her son. Yet, when young Sky had wandered onto the ranch and asked for work, Bull had kept him on and, years later, left him a parcel of land. Had Bull been moved by affection—or, more likely, by guilt?

The more he thought about it, the darker Sky's mood became. Jasper had been too weak to tell him how it all happened. But any way you looked at it, the bottom line was, Bull Tyler had been too ashamed to acknowledge his half-breed son. And he hadn't cared enough to reach out and help the mother who'd died of cancer when Sky was three. Maybe if he had, things would have been different. She might even have lived.

The pickup's wheels spat dust as he pulled up to the long barn that housed the mares and foals. Across the yard, the rambling stone house appeared empty with the family gone.

But not quite empty

Parked next to the porch, with the dust still settling around it, was a sleek black Corvette. Sky struggled to ignore the jolt he felt. He'd met Lauren Prescott face-to-face just once. But that meeting stuck like a cholla spine in his memory. He'd picked her up in town at the Blue Coyote, half drunk and looking for trouble. The lady, who'd declined to give her name, had invited him to drive her car. They'd parked on an overlook and things were heating up when he'd realized the time and place wouldn't work for what they had in mind. He'd driven her back to town, bought her coffee, and set her on the road home. End of story Or so he'd thought.

A few weeks later he'd learned she was the visiting daughter of their jackass neighbor, Congressman Garn Prescott. She was also a capable accountant. Beau had hired her part time to create an online spreadsheet and enter the data for the ranch accounts. That would explain what she was doing here today.

So far, Sky had made himself scarce when she was around. Any meeting between them was bound to be awkward as hell. And her being Prescott's spoiled princess daughter was a complication he didn't need.

But that hadn't stopped him from thinking about her, picturing that tousled red hair and those thoroughbred legs. It hadn't stopped him from remembering the taste of her luscious mouth and the cool, firm silk of her breast in the hollow of his hand.

Now she was here—alone. And the pain of what he'd learned from Jasper was eating a hole in his gut. The urge to break the rules and do something crazy surged like wildfire in his veins. Damn it, he wanted her. And if having her was a risk, so much the better.

Kicking caution into the dust, Sky raked a hand through his black hair and strode toward the house.


Lauren was entering a line of data into the computerized studbook and double-checking the numbers when she heard the creak of a floorboard. She looked up.

He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame as if he'd been there awhile, just watching her.

Heat flooded Lauren's face, staining her cheeks with crimson. "Can I ... help you with something?" Her voice betrayed the effect he was having on her.

He took his time, his gaze flicking over her white linen blouse, unbuttoned at the throat and sheer enough to show the outline of the pink lace bra beneath. His mouth twitched as if holding back some forbidden comment.


(Continues...)

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Texas Tough 4.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was one of the best books I've ever read. Ms. Dailey knows how to tell a story and make it come alive for the reader. What a gifted writer she is. I also learned a few new terms such as ramada which means a herd of horses that cowboys keep together.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read two of the Tyler series. I will definitely read the next. I have always enjoyed your books Ms Daily. Thanks for writing them.
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TEXAS TALL Will And Tory story. NLR
DebsIN More than 1 year ago
"Texas Tough" was a winner for me! Janet Dailey was one of my favorite authors and I love reading her books.The second in the series, it can be read alone, and all questions in this story are answered. I would recommend that you also read Texas True, the first in the series, if you would like for more details and background on all of the Tylers. Although "Texas Tough" is primarily about Sky and Lauren and their journey to happily ever after, one of the things I really enjoy about this series is that the whole family is very involved in each book and not just a character that is a filler. I am looking forward to Texas Tall at the end of summer to see a HEA for all of the Tylers. If you love western romance with suspense thrown in, then I highly recommend this book! Thank You to NetGalley and Kensington Books for gifting me with a copy of "Texas Tough" and only asking for an honest review. 4.5 Stars!
Pure_Jonel More than 1 year ago
Talk about romance with an edge of suspense! Dailey has the genre nailed. Romance abounds as readers are drawn deeper and deeper into the fascinating world that she’s created. Yet there’s so much more to the story. A strong plot and seamless narrative combine to present a tale with both substance and heart. The realistic characters in this novel are both well developed and approachable. I enjoyed getting to know them amidst the mystery and scandal that abounded in this novel. They stand apart as individuals, even as I was able to see them as a couple. This was a great novel to read on its own and even better as part of this series. I will warn readers that the first novel in the series contains some context points, but this story can also be read on its own. Please note that I received a complimentary copy of this work in exchange for an honest review.
SaraBetty More than 1 year ago
Lauren and Sky were so wrong for each other proving that opposites really do attract... Lots of action in this one and most of it bad... Excellent series so far (this is book 2)... Anxious to read book 3... The "bad guy" is still in business so we need to get through the murders and heartache to reach the real HEA... Excellent plot, characters and writing...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it cant wait until the next Tyler installment.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Can't wait for the next installment.