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  “Whoa, there,” Cade whispered. “Are you okay?”

  His lips brushed her forehead and her heart raced much faster than when she was falling. “I—I think so.”

  Yet she clung to him, closing her eyes, relishing the security, being in his arms.

  “Dawn.”

  She was well aware that she was plastered up against his body, chest to chest, hips to hips, thighs to thighs. “Hold me, just a little longer, Cade.”

  He tightened his grip on her and she relaxed against him. She didn’t want to think about the ramifications of this little slipup.

  And so when Cade put a finger under her chin and she lifted her eyes to his, she found hunger and want. “Cade,” she whispered.

  “I’m gonna kiss you, Dawn. Fair warning.”

  And when she didn’t protest, didn’t back away, tenderly he cupped the sides of her face and brought his mouth down on hers.

  * * *

  Craving a Real Texan by Charlene Sands is part of The Texas Tremaines series.

  Dear Reader,

  I will admit, I’m not a huge fan of reality television, although I enjoy talent and cooking shows. I do find dating shows fascinating, and as I was plotting this first Tremaine story, ideas ran wild in my head of a heroine who is on her way professionally as a talented chef. All that is missing in her life is true love. She’s failed at achieving that in the conventional way, so she is coaxed into going on the reality show One Last Date. We meet Harper Dawn after she goes from being America’s darling to becoming one of the most hated women in the country when she declines an offer of marriage from a beloved contestant on national TV.

  I love a woman-on-the run story, don’t you? Harper runs from the paparazzi hounding her and finds solace at her dear friend’s remote lake cabin only to find she is not alone. Rich and gorgeous Cade Tremaine has his own valid reasons for being at the cabin. He’s a man running from his past, a man who’d been ordered by his doctor to take a much-needed vacation.

  The fun begins when Harper pretends to be Cade’s personal chef. Cade has no idea who Harper really is. He thinks reality shows are ridiculous—how can you find love in only a few short weeks? Yet, sharing a cabin with the pretty and talented Harper might just change his mind.

  I hope you enjoy visiting the Tremaine family. I’m hard at work now writing Gage’s love story. And who knows, maybe even sister Lily will find love, too!

  Happy reading!

  Charlene

  Charlene Sands

  Craving a Real Texan

  Charlene Sands is a USA TODAY bestselling author of contemporary romance and stories set in the American West. She’s been honored with the National Readers’ Choice Award, the CataRomance Reviewers’ Choice Award and is a double recipient of the Booksellers’ Best Award. Her 2014 Harlequin Desire title was named the Best Desire of the Year.

  Charlene knows a little something about romance—she married her high school sweetheart! And her perfect day includes reading, drinking mocha cappuccinos, watching Hallmark movies and riding bikes with her hubby. She has two adult children and four sweet young princesses, who make her smile every day. Visit her at www.charlenesands.com to keep up with her new releases and fun contests. Find her on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter, too: Facebook.com/charlenesandsbooks and Twitter.com/charlenesands.

  Books by Charlene Sands

  Harlequin Desire

  The Texas Tremaines

  Craving a Real Texan

  The Slades of Sunset Ranch

  Sunset Surrender

  Sunset Seduction

  The Secret Heir of Sunset Ranch

  Redeeming the CEO Cowboy

  Visit her Author Profile page at Harlequin.com, or charlenesands.com, for more titles.

  You can also find Charlene Sands on Facebook, along with other Harlequin Desire authors, at Facebook.com/harlequindesireauthors.

  To Don, my loving husband and lifelong best friend.

  Always.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Excerpt from Waking Up Married by Reese Ryan

  One

  “I’m here now, Lily,” Harper Dawn whispered into the cell phone. “I don’t think anyone saw me.”

  At least she hoped not. She’d emptied a box of dark chestnut-brown color onto her hair, changing her look from a soft honey blond to shiny brunette in a matter of minutes. She’d cut her signature waist-length locks to fall just below her shoulders now, and the transformation surprised even her. Hopefully her disguise was enough to fool the paparazzi.

  “How did you manage it?” Lily asked. Her friend sounded relieved. No more than she was. Right now, she was probably the most hated reality star on the planet for dumping her seemingly perfect guy, a chef like herself, in front of millions who’d followed their love affair on national TV. “How’d you get out of your apartment complex without being seen?”

  “It was tricky. My neighbor Tony walked me out. I’m in disguise now. You won’t even know it’s me.” She spotted Lily’s car passing her on the street. “In fact, you just drove by me.”

  “What? I didn’t see...oh, wow. Okay, I see you now on the library steps. Hold on, I’m turning the car around.”

  Harper laughed for the first time in three days, ever since her big breakup on One Last Date, and the sound was welcome to her ears. If she could fool her onetime college roomie, then this little plan Lily had cooked up might just work.

  Her friend stopped the car, and Harper quickly jumped in. It was like a movie scene where Harper was the bank robber and Lily drove the getaway car. “Wow,” her friend said. “You do look different. How are you holding up?”

  “Better, now that I’m with you.”

  Lily punched the gas pedal, and they were off. “I’m glad you got away. Do me a favor and don’t look at your Twitter feed anytime soon.”

  “That bad?”

  Lily nodded. “Worse, and I can’t help but feel responsible for this. I suggested you go on the show. But honestly, Harper, I had no idea it could all go to crapola so quickly.”

  “It’s not your fault. You didn’t twist my arm. Too much.” Harper gave her a crooked smile. “I don’t blame you. I should’ve known better.”

  “You’re looking for love. Everyone should have a chance at happiness, Harp. Including you.”

  “I’m beginning to think I won’t ever find it. Let’s face it—I’m thirty years old and have had one broken relationship after another. Either I’m a bad judge of character or I’m totally unlovable.”

  “BS, Harper,” Lily said, taking her eyes off the road to shoot her a solemn look. “You are neither of those things. You just haven’t met the right guy. When you do, it’ll be like creating the perfect soufflé. You’ll get all gooey inside.”

  Harper laughed for the second time in less than an hour. “You’re using foodie examples to persuade me.”

  “Is it working?”

  “Not at the moment, but keep trying and eventually it will.”

  “Good. Well, here we are. This is where I leave you.” Lily parked beside a white sedan in the Good Times Diner lot and handed her the keys to the rental car.

  “Whose car is this?” Harper asked.

  “It’s a rental.
In my name, so no one will be able to find you. Hopefully. Oh, and here,” she said, handing her a big duffel bag. “You’ll need some clothes and things. I put a spare computer in there, too.”

  “Lily, this is so...sweet. You’ve thought of everything. I promise, I’ll repay you for all of this.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Your birthday’s coming up. Consider it your gift.”

  “My birthday? That’s not for two months.”

  “Well, I didn’t think you’d get away with walking out of your apartment complex with any luggage.”

  She sighed. Lily was the best friend she’d ever had. “You drove all the way from Juliet County to come rescue me.”

  It was an hour drive from the Tremaine estate in Juliet County to her little town of Barrel Falls. She’d only lived here a few months before she’d gotten picked for the show. And she’d put her professional life on hold to find love. Now, Lily was giving her an opportunity to escape the media that had followed her here from Los Angeles.

  “No thanks necessary. Just go up to the cabin and try to relax. There’s plenty of room there. You can work on your cookbook and no one will bother you. I wrote down the address. It’s up in the hills and quite beautiful. Use the GPS to find your way. You’ve got a good two-hour drive, so be careful on the road. And we’ll talk often, I promise.”

  “Okay,” Harper said, nodding and taking a steadying breath. “Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I feel like I’ve committed a crime or something.”

  “Harper, you followed your heart. You didn’t love Dale Murphy, and you did the right thing by breaking it off. I guarantee you in a week or two, this crazy fiasco will be over and you can come home to peace and quiet.”

  “This is...” Harper bit down on her lower lip as tears welled in her eyes. “You’re such a good friend, Lil.”

  Lily was the only daughter in the Tremaine family, one of the richest families in Juliet County if not in all of Texas. She and Lily had been college roomies at Stanford and vowed to remain friends for life. Both had decided on different career paths, Lily going into interior design and Harper opting for culinary school. “You’d do the same for me, Harper. I know that for sure.”

  Harper climbed out of Lily’s car and hopped into the rental car. She waved at her dear friend.

  Then she was off, driving to a remote cabin up in the Texas hills.

  * * *

  Take a vacation, Cade. You’re working yourself too hard.

  Dr. Adams had laid down the law after a physical exam had confirmed high blood pressure—way too high for a man in his early thirties. Cade had insomnia most of the time and walked the halls at night, too keyed up to sleep. He’d been pouring himself into the family business, putting in too many hours at Tremaine Corp., and his body couldn’t handle the strain much longer. So said the doc.

  Cade Tremaine sat down on his bed, rubbing his forehead. He’d been an athlete in high school and college, playing baseball while earning degrees in business and communications. He’d prided himself on good health and keeping his body fit. But that was before he’d lost Bree, the love of his life and the world’s most perfect woman, to a cruel disease a year and a half ago.

  Now, he shuddered at the idea of being alone with his thoughts, of not working, not pushing himself to the brink to keep his mind occupied and his grief at bay. Running the Tremaine ranch, keeping their oil business and real estate interests right on track was his whole life now. But the doctor had told him quite forcefully he had to take a break. Either that or go on a slew of medications to combat his physical problems.

  This was the one time that he wished he was more like his brother Gage. The outgoing country music star never seemed to get rattled. He was as cool as a cucumber and let things slide off his back, whereas Cade bottled things up inside. Cade, the oldest of two brothers and one sister, had helped pick up the pieces when his father, Brand, had passed away eight years ago. And since then, Cade had done everything he could to keep the business and the family thriving.

  His mother entered his bedroom. Head held high, she had stately elegance and commanded attention whenever she walked into a room. Rose Tremaine treated everyone equally, from the housekeeper to the mayor of Juliet, setting a good example for her family. They’d often teased that she was really Helen Mirren disguised as their mother.

  “Cade, I see you’re all packed up.”

  “Yeah, Mom. I’m packed.”

  “I’m glad you’re going up to the cabin. It’ll do you good.”

  “Will it, Mom? I don’t know.”

  “You need a change of pace, Cade. And work can wait. We have Albert at the helm at Tremaine in your absence, and he’s capable.”

  “We have that possible merger I’ve been busting my butt on.”

  “Cade,” his mother said, “are you forgetting who helped start this company with your father? I’m here, and Albert knows he can look to me if he needs any help. But son, this is a good thing. You haven’t really come to terms with Bree’s death.”

  “How can you say that, when it’s with me all the time?”

  “That’s exactly my point. This is a good opportunity for you to shed some of that grief you’ve been holding inside. You’ve gone on a downward spiral lately. You don’t eat well, you hardly sleep. You work yourself into the ground. None of that’s healthy.”

  “You sound like my doctor,” he grumbled. He wasn’t thrilled about any of this. He squeezed his eyes closed. He hated the notion of being alone at the cabin with his mental demons.

  His mother kissed his cheek and patted his face. “I’m your mother, and Mother knows best. I promise this trip will do you good. I’ve called ahead, and everything is ready for you.”

  “Thanks, Mom.”

  His mother sure knew how to get things done.

  Then his thoughts turned to Bree. Holding on to his grief meant keeping her close in his heart. Somehow, it felt like he was betraying her by trying to move on with his life.

  He wasn’t sure he was ready to let go.

  * * *

  What a difference a day or two made. Harper couldn’t believe less than a week ago, she was being hounded by the media, running away from paparazzi and being touted as the most hated woman in all of TV land. Oh no, she hadn’t taken Lily’s advice as she should have. Instead, curiosity had gotten the best of her and she’d ventured into the Twitter-sphere, coming out scarred and shaken. Not that she didn’t have some support on social media. There were a few brave souls who’d taken her side, more rational human beings who hadn’t fallen for Dale Murphy’s charm and wit, finding instead that he and Harper weren’t a good match.

  But today was a different story. She hummed along with the radio playing Gage Tremaine’s latest country hit—the story of a man falling on hard times and coming out a winner because of the love of a good woman. To this day, she could hardly believe that gorgeous Gage Tremaine, famous country music star, was Lily’s brother. She’d never met either of her friend’s two brothers, their paths never crossing, but Lily spoke of them often while they were roomies. In a loving way, mostly. And now, here Harper was, staying in the Tremaine cabin, which was more like a four-bedroom estate overlooking a lake in a glorious and remote mountain community, cooking herb-roasted chicken in their state-of-the-art kitchen. The luscious scents of sage, rosemary and garlic filled the air, almost bringing tears of joy to her eyes.

  This place was amazing. Peaceful. And paparazzi-free.

  She pulled the roaster out of the oven and covered it with foil. The only thing missing was a kale salad. The fridge had been stocked when she’d gotten here, except for fresh fruits and veggies. Today, she’d venture out for the first time in two days to do some shopping. If Lily was right, hopefully by now the hoopla about her breakup with Dale was yesterday’s news.

  She put on a ball cap and tossed on her hoodie. Though the spring a
ir was warm, the hills this time of late afternoon could get cold. She slipped on a pair of sunglasses and ventured outside. The market in Bright Landing was a short mile and a half away. She left her rental car behind and headed out on foot, enjoying the fresh mountain air.

  Before long she’d reached her destination and entered the quaint but well-stocked Bright Market. She grabbed a basket and walked down the aisles, finding ingredients she needed for her salad: kale, broccoli, green cabbage, Brussels sprouts and radicchio. Her basket was brimming to the top with fruit and veggies by the time she was through.

  She turned the corner of the aisle and bumped right smack into a man. A tall man, with dark hair and a chest hard as granite. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you,” she said, catching her balance, feeling grossly inelegant as an apple spilled out of her basket.

  “I didn’t see you, either.” His voice was rich with a Texas twang, and his words made her feel like less of a clod. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, I’m fine.”

  He noticed the fallen apple and bent to pick it up, dropping it into her hand. Their eyes met. She blinked, reeling from the immediate impact of his dark, soulful gaze. She saw something in his eyes, something akin to well-hidden pain. And it touched her, making her wonder what had happened in his life to elicit such a look.

  She realized she was staring at him, and he was staring right back. He smiled, in stunning contrast to the pain she’d witnessed in his expression just a second ago. Wow. His smile made something click inside and go a little wacky.

  But then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a tabloid newspaper sitting on a rack at the checkout counter with a photo of her as a blonde splashed across the front page. The headline read, Where Is Heartbreaker Harper? Chef Dale Murphy Wants to Know.

  Oh man. It was proof positive the scandal hadn’t gone away. No, it was still going strong if it had reached the outskirts of a small hillside town like this. Warning bells went off. Her heart began to pound. She wasn’t safe anywhere. Luckily, her disguise was holding up, because customers in the store were walking by her, and the handsome man she’d bumped into hadn’t shown any recognition.