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The Rebel Heir's Bride
Patricia Thayer
He thought no woman could tame him – he thought wrong! Brady Randell has always been a rebel. Even now, injured out of the air force, he’s a dark presence on the Randell estate. But enter lovely Lindsey Stafford, and a glint appears in the headstrong pilot’s eye. Lindsey is like no woman he’s ever met before.Despite her innocence she takes Brady’s brooding nature in her stride. But her arrival has rocked the Randell family to the core. She has secrets that could destroy them…The Randell Brotherhood Coming home to take a bride!
THE RANDELLBROTHERHOOD
Coming home to take a bride!
A home. A family. A legacy of their own.
Mustang Valley has long been home to
the brotherhood. United by blood, trust
and loyalty, these men fight for what they
believe—for family, for what’s right,
and ultimately…for love.
Now there are newcomers in their midst.
Two gorgeous new Randell brothers are back
to reclaim their heritage, find their family,
and just maybe discover the
women of their dreams…
In January Luke Randell returnedand claimed a wife inTHE BLACK SHEEP’S PROPOSALNow his brother’s back!But is this rebel ready to wed?Find out in:THE REBEL HEIR’S BRIDE
Originally born and raised in Muncie, Indiana, PatriciaThayer was the second of eight children. She attended Ball State University, and soon afterwards headed west. Over the years she’s made frequent visits back to the Midwest, trying to keep up with her family’s numerous weddings and births.
Patricia has called Orange County, California, home for many years. She not only enjoys the warm climate, but also the company and support of other published authors in the local writers’ organisation. For the past eighteen years she has had the unwavering support and encouragement of her critique group. It’s a sisterhood like no other.
When not working on a story, you might find her travelling the United States and Europe, taking in the scenery and doing story research while thoroughly enjoying herself, accompanied by Steve, her husband for over thirty-six years. Together they have three grown sons and three grandsons. As she calls them, her own true-life heroes. On rare days off from writing you might catch her at Disneyland, spoiling those grandkids rotten! She also volunteers for the Grandparent Autism Network.
Patricia has written for over twenty years and has authored over thirty books. She has been nominated for both the National Readers’ Choice Award and the prestigious RITA® Award. Her book NOTHING SHORT OF A MIRACLE won a Romantic Times BOOKreviews Reviewer’s Choice award.
She has been a guest reader at elementary schools and lectured aspiring authors. A long-time member of Romance Writers of America, she has served as President and held many other board positions for her local chapter in Orange County. She’s a firm believer in giving back.
Check her website at www.patriciathayer.com for upcoming books.
Dear Reader
I’m so pleased that I have the opportunity to return to Mustang Valley and revisit the Randell men from my Randell Brotherhood series. You will want to find out what Jack Randell’s boys, Chance, Cade and Travis, have been up to. Along with their half-brothers, Jared Trager and Wyatt and Dylan Gentry, they have all adjusted to the valley. I’m here to say that they’re all doing well, including Hank Barrett, the adopted patriarch of the family.
My inspiration for this series and Hank’s character was my dear friend Hence Barrow, a West Texas rancher. He’s the one who taught this city girl all about ranching. I’m sorry to say Hence passed away in 2007, just a few months shy of his 98th birthday, but I’ll never forget his stories, and his love of the land. It was an honour and a privilege to know him, and to be called his friend. I’ll miss you, Hence.
In the series I bring Jack’s brother Sam’s sons, Luke and Brady, to the valley. This story, F-16 pilot Captain Brady Randell is injured on a mission and comes home to the Rocking R Ranch. While recuperating he gets to know his half-brother, and the rest of the Randell cousins. He also tangles with an independent female veterinarian, Lindsey Stafford, who has secrets of her own. In the end they both want the same thing: to be a part of the Randell family.
There are many more surprises. Hope you enjoy it.
With regards
Patricia Thayer
THE REBEL HEIR’S BRIDE
BY
PATRICIA THAYER
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To the newest addition to the family, Finley Steven.
Hero material for sure. And to his mother, Daralynn.
You never stop amazing me.
Thank you for another fine grandson.
To Dr. Michael Pahl.
Thanks for all your help with this book.
CHAPTER ONE
HE’D always been told he was too cocky for his own good.
On a sunny November morning, Brady Randell hobbled out to the porch with the aid of a crutch. His left leg was bandaged from his last surgery and covered in a removable cast strapped from his foot up over his knee to his thigh. It served to protect the damaged bone so it could heal properly. If it ever did. Three months since the accident, and he wasn’t feeling so damn cocky anymore.
With a groan Brady dropped into the Adirondack chair. This was about as far as he traveled these days. He was tired of doing nothing but sleeping, eating and sitting around. Oh, yeah, he forgot about going to therapy twice a week. Or maybe he should call it torture.
After all his hard work, he hoped for a payoff, some good news when he saw the doctor next week. With a little luck he could get the cast off and finally be able to walk on his own again.
“Wouldn’t that be a miracle,” he murmured in frustration.
He sighed, recalling the vivid details of the accident that had caused him to drop right out of the sky. He’d barely had time to eject from the cockpit before the crash of his F-16.
Brady tensed. He could still feel the bone-bruising tremors; hear the death screams of the powerful aircraft disintegrating as it plowed into the desert floor. He’d gone over and over in his head what he could have done differently. What had gone so terribly wrong that day?
Was this possibly the end of Captain “Rebel” Randell’s air force career?
Now instead of being in the cockpit of the Fighting Falcon, he was parked on a porch of the foreman’s house outside San Angelo, Texas. His daddy’s home, the Rocking R Ranch. After Sam Randell’s death, it now belonged to him and his half brother, Luke, who, after thirty years, he’d finally met. Since the accident, Brady had needed a place to heal. He thought a remote, inherited ranch would be perfect for a loner like him.
Brady stared out toward the barn and corral area where his new sister-in-law, Tess Randell, was working one of her horses in the large arena. She rode like nobody’s business. Watching her skill and grace was the treat of his day. That and being left alone.
Brady closed his eyes and leaned back. Not that he was going to get any peace and quiet staying here. He had family coming out of the woodwork. Up at the main ranch house Luke lived with his bride and readymade family—a young daughter, Livy, Tess’s father, Ray, who had Alzheimer’s and kept referring to Brady as Sam’s boy. And Aunt Bernice, who spoke her mind and could cook up a storm.
They weren’t so bad, but the six Randell cousins who lived in the neighboring ranches with all their wives and kids were a bit much. And there were lots of kids. Evidently, there wasn’t much else to do on the ranch during those long nights.
With a groan he shifted in his chair, recalling the last time he’d spent the night with a willing woman. It had been too long.
“Excuse me, are you all right?”
At the sound of a female voice, Brady’s eyes shot open. He blinked and focused on a pair of big, emerald-green eyes staring back at him from the edge of the porch. They belonged to a petite woman dressed in snug jeans, a white blouse and a denim jacket. Her hair was the rich color of cinnamon, cut just at her jawline, and wayward strands brushed against her full lips. A black cowboy hat sat firmly on her head.
He swallowed the sudden dryness in his throat. “I’m fine,” he told her.
“I heard you groan and—” she glanced down at his injured leg “—wondered if you were in pain.”
Damn right he was. “I’m fine,” he repeated.
She gave him a half smile and his heart began to race. “Then I apologize for disturbing you.”
This woman could disturb a man in a coma. She looked like every man’s dream. That was if you were into fiery redheads. Oh, yeah. He sat up straighter. “Are you lost or something?”
She looked around. “I’m here to see Tess Randell.”
Brady glanced at the oversize case she was toting. Great, a solicitor out in the middle of nowhere. “If you’re here to sell her something, she’s busy.”
The woman shook her head and raised an eyebrow. “Actually, I was invited. She called me.”
“Right.”
Her shoulders tensed. “If you’ll just direct me to Tess Randell, I won’t bother you any longer.”
From the corner of his eye, Brady saw his sister-in-law hurrying toward them. “Looks like we’ll both get our wish,” he told the pretty intruder.
Tess rushed toward them. “Good, you found us,” she said a little breathless. The statuesque blonde wore her long hair tired back in a ponytail. “Did you have much trouble with my directions?”
The redhead glanced at Brady. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
Smiling, Tess’s gaze shifted to him. “Have you two met?”
Before Brady could speak, the woman said, “We haven’t had a chance.”
“Brady, this is Dr. Lindsey Stafford. She’s the new veterinarian taking over Dr. Hillman’s practice while he’s recovering from his hip surgery. Be nice, or you’ll have to answer to the Randell cousins, especially Travis. He went all the way to Dallas to find her.” Tess turned to the redhead. “Lindsey, this is my brother-in-law, Brady Randell. He’s a captain in the air force.”
Lindsey fought her nervousness. Not because the man was drop-dead gorgeous, but every time she met another Randell she was afraid someone would figure out who she was.
“It was nice to meet you, Brady.” She held out her hand.
He shook it. “Same here, Doc. You’ll excuse me if I don’t get up.”
She nodded, not missing the sarcasm in his voice. “Hope you have a speedy recovery.”
Those midnight eyes locked with hers. “Not nearly as much as I do.”
“Well,” Tess began, “I better take you down to the barn.” She turned to Brady. “You need anything?”
“No, I can manage.”
Tess nodded. “If you see Luke, tell him where I went. Come with me, Lindsey.”
Lindsey quickly followed Tess along the path. She didn’t want to have any more conversation with the man.
“Sorry about my brother-in-law,” Tess began. “He’s recovering from an accident and is a little antsy with his confinement. Of course, that doesn’t excuse his rude behavior.”
“You don’t have to apologize for him. I’ll just keep my distance next visit.”
Tess Randell was beautiful to begin with, but when she smiled she was gorgeous. Tall, with long legs, her every movement was graceful. Everything Lindsey always wanted to be. But at twenty-nine she was resigned to the fact she’d stopped growing at five-foot-three, and her freckles across her nose would not suddenly vanish.
They arrived at the pristine white barn and walked inside. Lindsey looked around the well-kept area where new-looking stalls lined both walls. She followed Tess down the center aisle to a section that was designated as the grooming area. A stable boy was washing one of the horses.
They continued past three beautiful quarter horses that peered over their gates to see the visitors. “These are horses I board and train, and their owner has given me permission to call you if I feel the need.”
“Good.” Lindsey stopped to pet one of the equines. “I’d hate to think about something happening to one of these beautiful animals.”
“That’s the reason I’m so happy you came here to practice.”
“I was lucky to get the chance.” She walked alongside of Tess. “I don’t have much experience yet, and this will definitely help build my résumé.” And she never dreamed she would get the opportunity to meet the Randells. It was a chance she couldn’t pass up.
“The vet you interned for in Ft. Worth gave you a glowing recommendation. That’s good enough for us.” They stopped at the stall of a young bay stallion. “This here is Smooth Whiskey Doc. He’s my number-one concern. I hope to have him compete in the NCHA Futurity.”
Lindsey was mesmerized by the beautiful golden bay horse. When she went to him, he showed no shyness and came to the gate to greet her. She set her case down and he immediately nudged her hand. When she rubbed his muzzle, he blew out a breath.
“I think I’m in love,” Lindsey said with a big grin. But her thoughts suddenly turned to the brooding Brady Randell.
“Be careful,” Tess warned. “He’s fickle.”
“I don’t doubt that for a second,” she said, remarking about both stallions.
Whiskey bobbed his head as if to agree and they both laughed. All the time, Lindsey was looking the animal over. He was about sixteen hands high, his eyes were clear, and his coat shiny. Well cared for.
“What seems to be your problem, big boy?”
Tess swung open the gate and walked in beside the horse. Her hand smoothed over his withers across his back and down his rump. “It’s probably minor, but I didn’t want to take a chance with this guy.” She talked soothingly as she leaned down to reveal the gash just below the hock on his hind leg.
“I was working him in a cutting exercise and he got clipped by a steer.”
Lindsey ran her hand along the horse’s rump as she crooned to him. She didn’t want to get kicked because the animal was nervous. Tess did her part, too, to keep Whiskey still.
Lindsey examined the open wound closely, then asked, “When did it happen?”
“About a week ago. I’ve been treating it with the normal antiseptic cream and clean bandages.”
