Gabe (Buckhorn Brothers Series #3)

Gabe (Buckhorn Brothers Series #3)

by Lori Foster

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Gabe Kasper, heartthrob of Buckhorn County, could have had any woman he wanted— if he'd had a mind to settle down. Which he didn't. The freedom of being a jack-of-all-trades with no one to answer to suited him just fine. And then a prickly, uptight, red-haired college woman showed up.—

Elizabeth Parks needed Gabe to complete her thesis on heroism, but he didn't seem to think saving a couple of lives made him a hero. She was inclined to agree that he seemed like the exception to the rule. Until he rescued her heart and soul with his fearless passion.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781488032455
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 06/12/2017
Series: Buckhorn Brothers Series , #3
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 45,276
File size: 363 KB

About the Author

Lori Foster is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author with books from a variety of publishers, including Berkley/Jove, Kensington, St. Martin's, Harlequin and Silhouette. Lori has been a recipient of the prestigious RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award for Series Romantic Fantasy, and for Contemporary Romance. For more about Lori, visit her Web site at

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"ISN'T HE JUST the absolute sexiest thing you've ever seen?"

"Hmm. And thank heavens for this heat wave. I love it when he leaves his shirt off." A wistful, feminine sigh. "I swear, I could sit here all day and look at him."

"We have been sitting here all day looking at him." Gabe Kasper, pretending to be asleep, had to struggle with a small smile. Life was good. Here he was, sprawled in the warm sun, letting the waves from the weekend boat-ers gently rock the dock, with a fishing pole loosely held in one hand, a Van Halen hat pulled low over his eyes and a gaggle of good-lookin' women ogling him. He had not a care in the world. Man couldn't ask for much more sat-isfaction out of living.

"He is so gorgeous."

"And wicked lookin'. I dearly love those whiskers on his chin."

Aha. And here his brother Jordan had sworn the whisk-ers looked disreputable and tried to convince him to shave. Jordan could be such a stuffed shirt sometimes.

Gabe almost chuckled out loud. He couldn't wait to tell his brothers about this. Now that the two eldest were mar-ried and off-limits, Gabe and Jordan, the only two single ones left, got even more attention. Not that he was com-plaining. Female adoration was one of those things that couldn't really go to excess, at least, in his opinion.

"I don't mind tellin' you, Rosemary, it made me nervous when the first two brothers got married off. I cried for two days, and I was so afraid they'd all end up doing it. Heck, besides dying to have one of them to myself, those brothers were the biggest tourist draw we had here in Buckhorn."

Gabe bit the side of his lip. He'd just keep that little tid-bit to himself when he did the retelling. Hell, his brothers' egos—Morgan's especially—were big enough as it was. No need adding to them. No, he'd just stick to sharing the compliments about himself.

"And Gabe is the biggest draw my boat dock has. With him sitting there, no one wants to get their gas or bait any-where else. I keep thinkin' I ought to pay him or something."

"Ha! You're just hoping to get a little closer to him."

"No, I just wanna make sure he doesn't take his sexy self off to some other dock."

"Amen to that!"

Giggles erupted after such a heartfelt comment and Gabe sighed. He had no intention of switching loyalties. Hell, Rosemary's daddy had been letting him hang out on his docks since he was just a grasshopper and had first no-ticed what a pleasing thing it was to see females in biki-nis. This place felt almost like a second home now. And since Rosemary's daddy had passed away, he felt honor bound to stick around and help out on occasion. The trick was to keep Rosemary from getting marriage minded, be-cause that was one route his brothers could travel alone, thank you very much.

"It amazes me that those brothers aren't full related. They all look different—"

"But they're all gorgeous, I know. And they're all so, strong. My daddy used to say it took a hell of a woman to raise boys like that. I just wish they didn't live so far out on that land. Thinking up a good excuse to visit isn't easy. Not like accidentally running into the other men here in town."

Gabe did smile at that, he couldn't help himself. He and his brothers—he refused to think of them as half broth-ers—had often joked about going into town to see who was looking for them. Usually some female or another was. But by living out a ways, they could always choose when and if they wanted to get friendly. It had been helpful, because once they'd hit their teens, the females had come on in droves. His mother used to claim to keep a broom by the front and back doors to beat the women away. Not that any of them minded overmuch, though his two new sisters-in-law were sure disgruntled over all the downcast female faces since the two weddings had taken place.

Gabe was just about to give up feigning sleep when a new female voice joined the others over by the gas pumps.

"Excuse me, but I was told Gabriel Kasper might be here." It was more a statement than anything else, and rather, strident to boot.

Female, but not at all local.

This new voice wasn't soft, Southern or sweet. She'd sounded almost impatient.

Gabe decided just to wait and see what the lady was up to. It wasn't unusual for someone female to be looking for him, and most everyone in these parts knew that in the summer, you could find him by the lake more often than not. He resisted the urge to peek at the owner of the voice

"Whatdya want Gabe for?" That suspicious tone was from Rosemary, bless her sweet little heart, and Gabe vowed to take her to dinner real soon.

There was a beat of silence, then, "I have personal busi-ness to discuss with him."

Oh, great, Gabe thought. That'll get the gossip going. What the hell kind of personal business could he have with a woman he didn't know? And he was certain he didn't know her. She didn't sound at all familiar.

"Well, he's right there, but he's relaxin', and he won't thank you none for disturbing him."

"I appreciate your warning."

Well used to the soft thud of sneakers or bare feet on the wooden planks of the dock, Gabe almost winced when the clack of hard-soled shoes rang over the water. He ig-nored it, and ignored the woman he could feel hesitating next to his lawn chair. The breeze stirred and he caught a light feminine scent, not really perfume, but maybe scented shampoo. He breathed deeply, but otherwise re-mained still.

He heard her clear her throat. "Uh, excuse me?"

She didn't sound so confident, and he waited, wonder-ing if she'd shake him awake. He felt her hesitate, knew in his gut she was reaching for his naked shoulder,

And the fishing pole nearly leaped out of his hand. "Son of a bi—" Gabe jolted upright, barely managing to hang on to his expensive rod and reel. His feet hit the dock and he deftly maneuvered the rod, going with the action of the fish. "Damn, it's a big one!"

Rosemary, Darlene and Ceily all ran over to his side. "I'll grab the net!" Rosemary said.

Ceily, who usually worked the diner in town, squealed as the fish, a big ugly carp, flipped up out the water. Dar-lene pressed to his back, peering over his shoulder.

Gabe slid over the side of the dock to the smooth, slick, moss-covered concrete boat ramp, bracing his legs wide to keep his balance while he struggled with the fish. Rose-mary, a fisherwoman of long standing, didn't hesitate to slip in beside him. She held the net at the ready. Just as Gabe got the carp close enough, she scooped him with the net. The fish looked to weigh a good fifteen pounds, and she struggled with it while Gabe tried to reach for the net and hold onto his pole.

But then Rosemary lost her footing and Gabe made a grab for her and they both went down, splashing and curs-ing and laughing, too. The rod jerked out of his hands and he dove forward to grab it, barely getting ahold and soak-ing himself thoroughly in the process. The other two women leaped in to help, all of them struggling to keep the fish and the rod while roaring with hilarity.

When the battle was over, Gabe had his fish, and a woman, in his lap. Rosemary had settled herself there while Darlene and Ceily hung on him, both struggling to control their raucous laughter. He'd known all three of them since grade school, so it wasn't the first time they'd played in the water; they felt totally familiar with each other and it showed. Along string of seaweed clung to the top of Gabe's head, and that started the women giggling again.

Gabe, enjoying himself, unhooked the big fish, kissed it—making the women smack at him—then tossed it back.

It was then they heard the tap, tap, tap of that damned hard-soled shoe.

Turning as one, they all peered at the woman who Gabe only then remembered. He had to shade his eyes against the hot sun to see, and it wasn't easy with three women

Silhouetted by the sunshine, her long hair looked like ruby fire. And he'd never in his life seen so many freckles on a woman before. She wore a crisp white blouse, a long jean skirt and black pumps with nylons. Nylons in this heat? Gabe blinked. "Can I help you with somethin', sugar?"

Her lips tightened and her arms crossed over her mid-dle. "I don't think so. I was looking for Gabriel Kasper."

"That'd be me."

"But, I was looking for Gabriel, the town hero." Darlene grinned hugely. "That's our Gabe!"

Ceily added, "The one and only." Gabe rolled his eyes. "That's nonsense and you all know it."

The women all started in at once, Ceily, Rosemary and Darlene assuring him he was all that was heroic and won-derful and more.

Little Red merely stared in absolute disbelief. "You mean, you are the one who rescued those swimmers?"

He gently lifted Rosemary off his lap and cautiously stood on the slick concrete. The women had gone silent now, and Gabe could see why. While they looked down-right sexy in their colorful bikinis, loose hair and golden tans, this woman looked like the stern, buttoned-up super-visor of a girls' prep school. And she was glaring at them all, as if she'd caught them having an orgy in the lake, rather than just romping.

Gabe, always the gentleman, boosted each woman to the dock, then deftly hauled himself out. He shook like a mongrel dog, sending lake water flying in cold droplets. The woman quickly backed up two steps.

Rosemary plucked the seaweed from his hair and he grinned at her. "Thanks, sweetie. Ah, would you gals mind if I talk to, " He lifted a brow at Red.

"Elizabeth Parks," she answered stiffly. She clutched a notepad and pencil and had a huge purselike bag slung over one shoulder, stuffed to overflowing with papers.

"Yeah, can I have a minute with Ms. Parks?" He had the sneaking suspicion Ms. Parks was another reporter, and he had no intention of chatting with her for more time than it took to say thanks but no thanks. "I won't be long."

"All right, Gabe, but you owe us for rescuing your fish."

"That I do. And I promise to think up some appropri-ate compensation."

Giggling again, the women started away, dragging their feet every step, sashaying their sexy behinds. But then two boats pulled in and he knew that would keep them busy selling gas and bait and whatever other supplies the vaca-tioners wanted. He turned to Red. "What can I do for you?"

Now, without the sun in his eyes, Gabe could see she had about the bluest blue eyes he'd ever seen. They stood out like beacons among all that bright red hair and those abundant freckles.

She flipped open her bag and dragged out a folded newspaper. Turning it toward him, she asked, still with a twinge of disbelief, "Is this you?"

She sounded suspicious, but Gabe didn't even have to glance at the paper. Buckhorn, Kentucky was a small town, and they looked for any excuse at all to celebrate. The town paper, Buckhorn Press, had used the changing of a traffic light for front-page news once, so it was no wonder they'd stuck him in there for a spell when he helped fish a few swimmers out of the path of an unmanned boat. It hadn't been even close to an act of heroism, but if chang-ing traffic lights was important, human endangerment was outright momentous.

"Yeah, that's me." Gabe reached for his mirrored sun-glasses and slipped them on, then dragged both hands, fin-gers spread, over his head to smooth his wet hair. He stuck his cap on backward then looked at the woman again. With the shades in place, he could check her over a little better without her knowing.

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At least that's how it seems in this multi-title series from Lori Foster. The latest free-agent to take a walk down the matrimonial path is Gabe Kasper, youngest of the brood and the most frisky. Gabe makes no bones about sowing wild oats and has cut a wide path through the female population of Buckhorn County. All this is about to come to an a screeching halt with the arrival of Ms. Elizabeth Parks, a spunky red-head bound and determined to interview Gabe for her thesis on heroism.

Not only does Gabe *not* want to talk about past heroic feats, but Ms.Parks is exactly the opposite of the kind of female he's attracted to. Her prim, proper appearance and a bit straight-laced demeanor has him trying to stay far away. But, little by little, Ms. Lizzy creeps under his skin, and before he knows it, she's touched his heart in a big way. As Gabe learns more about her and the events in her past that have made her into the woman she is today, he begins to realize that he's more attracted to her than he cares to admit. And when she asks him to teach her ways of love the last shreds of his resolve crumble as it finally dawns on him the true extent of his feelings for her. I love it when the macho man, so blithely going on his swaggering way, is felled by the one spunky woman he's sworn to avoid at all costs

The emotional heroic ending will have the reader's heartstrings aching a bit and the reader themselves left with a sense of satisfaction.

It took me longer to warm up to Gabe than Sawyer and Morgan, but not through any fault of the author. Because of age difference (me vs. Gabe), I found it harder to relate to the younger brother than I did the older ones. This is not to say he wasn't likeable. He certainly is. In a devil-may-care, kick-up-your-heels sort of way, he epitomizes the sexy, carefree young bachelor that all the women have set their sites on. That he also has a soft (hidden) side and a heart of gold only add to his attractiveness. And speaking of attractive, this book's cover is a vast improvement over the previous two.

I know the series has to end, but I'm gonna miss these guys.

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Im sorry it ended this way *walks away*
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great series
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## Lori foster is AMAZING. I was reluctant to read this book because the hero was such a womanizer. But lori was able to write his character with honor and integrity. The brothers of course are fabulous and i enjoyed how lori intertwined their updates in this story. Worth reading indeed.
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highly recommended- enjoyed the whole series
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lil-lady More than 1 year ago
IF your looking for a great series about a family of Hot steamy brothers that are gorgeous then this is the series for you has plenty story time and just the right amount of steamy.
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Loved this book great read but definately need to reed all the series to know the back stories
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