Sawyer (Buckhorn Brothers Series #1)

Sawyer (Buckhorn Brothers Series #1)

by Lori Foster

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Overview

This Buckhorn brother will fight for the woman of his dreams in this beloved classic
from New York Times bestselling author Lori Foster…




As the only doctor in Buckhorn County, Kentucky, Sawyer Hudson knows a thing or two
about saving lives. But when he rescues the beautiful Honey Malone from a car wreck and
nurses her to health at his home, he finds himself dreading the day she's well enough to
walk away. Because now that he's met the woman of his dreams, he's not about to let her
go.



Honey's been on the run for days, but when a car accident lands her in Sawyer's arms,
she's never felt so safe in her life. But can he convince her that it's safe to stop
running—and build a future in the one place that's ever felt like home?



Originally published in 2000

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781488032332
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 05/15/2017
Series: Buckhorn Brothers Series , #1
Sold by: HARLEQUIN
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 28,157
File size: 3 MB

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 www.lorifoster.com.

Read an Excerpt

ONE MINUTE he'd been reveling in the late afternoon sun, feeling the sweat dry on his shoulders and neck before he could wipe it away.

In the next instant, she was there.

He'd just glanced over at his son, Casey, only fifteen, but working as hard as any man, tall and strong and deter-mined. His smile was filled with incredible pride.

The last two weekends he'd been caught up with pa-tients, and he'd missed working outside with Casey, enjoy-physical strain tired him.

Summer scents were heavy in the air, drifting to him as he layered another replacement board on the fence and hammered it in. A warm, humid breeze stirred his hair, bringing with it the promise of a harsh evening storm. He'd inhaled deeply, thinking how perfect his life was.

Then his son shouted, "Holy sh—ah, heck!" catching Sawyer's attention.

Not knowing what to expect, Sawyer turned in the di-rection Casey pointed his hammer and disbelief filled him as a rusted sedan, moving at breakneck speed, came bar-reling down the gravel road bordering their property. The turn at the bottom, hugging the Kentucky hills, was sharp; the car would never make it.

Sawyer got a mere glimpse of a pale, wide-eyed female face behind the wheel before, tires squealing, gravel flying, the car came right through the fence he'd just repaired, splin-tering wood and scattering nails, forcing him to leap for cover. Sheer momentum sent the car airborne for a few feet before it hit the grassy ground with a loud thump and was propelled forward several more feet to slide hood first into a narrow cove of the lake. The front end was submerged, hissing and bubbling, while the trunk and back wheels still rested on solid land, leaving the car at a crazy tilt.

Both Sawyer and Casey stood frozen for several sec-onds, stunned by what had happened, before ungluing their feet and rushing to the edge of the small cove. With-out hesitation, Casey waded waist-deep into the water and peered in the driver's window. "It's a girl!"

Sawyer pushed him aside and leaned down.

His breath caught and held. "Girl" wasn't exactly an apt description of the unconscious woman inside. In a heart-beat, he took in all her features, scanning her from head to toes. As a doctor, he looked for signs of injury, but as a man, he appreciated how incredibly, utterly feminine she was. He guessed her to be in her mid-twenties. Young, a tiny woman, but definitely full grown.

The window was thankfully open, giving him easy ac-cess to her, but water rapidly washed into the car, almost covering her shins. Silently cursing himself and his mas-culine, knee-jerk reaction to her, he told Casey, "Go to the truck and call Gabe at the house. Tell him to meet us out front."

Casey hurried off while Sawyer considered the situa-tion. The woman was out cold, her head slumped over the filled with taped cardboard boxes and luggage, some of which had tumbled forward, landing awkwardly against her. A few open crates had dumped, and items—bric-a-brac, books and framed photos—were strewn about. It was obvious she'd been packed up for a long trip—or a permanent one.

Sawyer reached for her delicate wrist and was rewarded to feel a strong pulse. Her skin was velvety smooth, warm to the touch. He carefully placed her hand back in her lap, keeping it away from the icy cold water.

It took some doing, but he got the driver's door wedged open. If the car had surged a little deeper into the lake, he never would have managed it. More water flooded in. The woman moaned and turned her head, pushing away from the steering wheel, then dropping forward again. Her easy, unconscious movements assured Sawyer she had no spi-nal or neck injuries. After moving the fallen objects away from her, he carefully checked her slender arms, slipping his fingers over her warm flesh, gently flexing each elbow, wrist and shoulder. He drew his hands over her jeans-clad legs beneath the water, but again found no injuries. Her lips parted and she groaned, a rasping, almost breathless sound of pain. Frowning, Sawyer examined the swelling bump on her head. He didn't like it that she was still out, and her skin felt a little too warm, almost feverish.

Casey came to a skidding, sloshing halt beside him, sending waves to lap at Sawyer's waist. His gaze was nar-rowed with concern on the woman's face. "Gabe offered to bring you your bag, but I told him I'd call him back if you needed it." He spoke in a whisper, as if afraid of disturb-ing her. "We're taking her to the house with us, aren't we?"

"Looks like." If she didn't come to on the way to the house, he'd get her over to the hospital. But that was a good hour away, and most people in Buckhorn chose him over the hospital anyway, unless the situation was truly se-vere. And even then, it was generally his call.

He'd decide what to do after he determined the extent of her injuries. But first things first; he needed to get her out of the car and away from the debilitating effects of the cold water and hot sun.

Luckily, they weren't that far away from the house. He owned fifty acres, thick with trees and scrub bushes and wildflowers. The lake, long and narrow like a river, bor-dered the back of his property for a long stretch of shore. The ten acres surrounding the house and abutting the lake were kept mowed, and though it couldn't be called an ac-tual road, there was a worn dirt path where they often brought the truck to the cove to fish or swim. Today they'd driven down to make repairs to a worn fence.

A crooked smile tipped up one side of his mouth. Thanks to the lady, the repairs to the fence were now more necessary than ever.

Sawyer carefully slid one arm beneath her legs, the other behind the small of her back. Her head tipped to-ward him, landing softly on his bare, sweaty shoulder. Her hair was a deep honey blond with lighter sun streaks framing her face. It smelled of sunshine and woman, and he instinctively breathed in the scent, letting it fill his lungs. Her hair was long enough to drag across the car seat as he lifted her out. "Grab her keys and purse, then get the shirt I left by the fence." He needed to cover her, and not only to counter the chill of the lake water.

He was almost ashamed to admit it, even to himself, but he'd noticed right off that her white T-shirt was all but transparent with the dousing she'd taken. And she wasn't wearing a bra.

He easily shook that observation from his mind.

Even with her clothes soaked, the woman weighed next to nothing, but still it was an effort to climb the small em-bankment out of the lake without jarring her further. She'd lost one thin sandal in the wreck, and now the other fell off with a small splash. The mud squished beneath Sawyer's boots, making for unsure footing. Casey scram-bled out ahead, then caught at Sawyer's elbow, helping to steady him. Once they were all on the grassy embank-ment, Casey ran off to follow the rest of his instructions, but was back in a flash with the shirt, which he helped Sawyer arrange around her shoulders. Sawyer kept her pressed close to his chest, preserving her privacy and sav-ing his son from major embarrassment.

"You want me to drive?" Walking backward, Casey man-aged to keep his gaze on the woman and avoid tripping.

"Yeah, but slowly. No unnecessary bumps, okay?" Casey was still learning the rudiments of changing gears, and he used any excuse to get behind the wheel.

"No problem, I'll just, " His voice trailed off as the woman stirred, lifting one limp hand to her forehead.

Sawyer stopped, holding her securely in his arms. He stared down at her face, waiting for her to regain complete awareness, strangely anticipating her reaction. "Easy now."

Her lashes were thick and dark brown tipped with gold and they fluttered for a moment before her eyes slowly opened—and locked on his. Deep, deep blue, staring into him, only inches away.

Sawyer became aware of several things at once: her soft, accelerated breath on his throat, the firmness of her slim thighs on his bare arm, her breasts pressing through the damp cotton of her shirt against his ribs. He could feel the now stiffened the tiniest bit. He felt a wave of tingling way to his thighs. His reaction to her was out of propor-tion, considering the circumstances and his usual de-meanor. He was a physician, for God's sake, and didn't, in the normal course of things, even notice a woman as a woman when medical treatment was required.

Right now, he couldn't help but notice. Holding this particular woman was somehow altogether different. So often, he put aside his tendencies as a man in deference to those of a doctor; being a doctor was such an enormous part of him. But now he found it difficult to separate the two. The doctor was present, concerned for her health and determined to give her the best of his care. But the man was also there, acutely aware of her femininity and unaccount-ably responding to it in a very basic way. He'd never faced such a pickle before, and he felt equal parts confusion, cu-riosity and something entirely too close to embarrassment. For a moment while they stared at each other, it was so si-lent, he imagined he could hear her thoughts.

Then she slugged him.

Though she had no strength at all and her awkward blow barely grazed him, he was so taken by surprise he nearly dropped her. While Casey stood there gawking, making no effort to help, Sawyer struggled to maintain his hold and his balance with a squirming woman in his arms.

Out of sheer self-preservation, he lowered her bare feet to the ground—then had to catch her again as she swayed and almost crumpled. She would have fallen if both he and Casey hadn't grabbed hold of some part of her, but she still made the feeble effort to shrug them both away.

"No!" she said in a rough, whispering croak, as if her panicked voice could do no better.

"Hey, now," Sawyer crooned, trying the tone he'd often heard his brother Jordan use when talking to a sick or frightened animal. "You're okay."

She tried to swing at him again, he ducked back, and she whirled in a clumsy circle, stopping when her small fist made contact with Casey's shoulder. Casey jumped a good foot, unhurt but startled, then rubbed his arm.

Enough was enough.

Sawyer wrapped his arms around her from behind, both supporting and restraining her. "Shh. It's okay," he said, over and over again. She appeared somewhat disori-ented, possibly from the blow to her head. "Settle down now before you hurt yourself."

His words only prompted more struggles, but her movements were ineffectual.

"Lady," he whispered very softly, "you're terrorizing my son."

With a gasp, she glanced up at Casey, who looked young and very strong, maybe bursting with curiosity, but in no way terrorized.

Sawyer smiled, then continued in calm, even tones. "Listen to me now, okay? Your car landed in our lake and we fished you out. You were unconscious. It's probable you have a concussion, on top of whatever else ails you."

"Let me go."

and illness, Sawyer decided, feeling that her skin was de-finitely too hot. "If I let you go you'll fall flat on your face. That or try to hit my boy again."

If anything, she panicked more, shaking her head wildly. "No, "

After glaring at Sawyer, Casey held both arms out to his sides. "Hey, lady, I'm not hurt. I'm fine." His neck turned red, but his voice was as calm and soothing as his father's. "Really. Dad just wants to help you."

"Who are you?"

She wasn't talking to Casey now. All her attention seemed to be on staying upright. Even with Sawyer's help, she was wobbly. He gently tightened his hold, keeping her close and hindering her futile movements. "Sawyer Hud-son, ma'am. I'm the man who owns this property. Me and my brothers. As I said, you landed in my lake. But I'm also a doctor and I'm going to help you." He waited for a name, for a reciprocal introduction, but none was forthcoming.

"Just, just let me go."

Slowly, still maintaining his careful hold on her, he turned them both until they faced the lake. "You see your car? It's not going anywhere, honey. Not without a tow truck and some major repairs."

my name."

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harstan More than 1 year ago
In Buckhorn County, Kentucky, Honey Malone took the turn to fast. Her car ended in the lake where Dr. Sawyer Hudson and his teenage son Casey rescue her although she is injured. She refuses to go to the hospital, but agrees to return with the two males to their home.

Honey worries that Sawyer knows who she really is since he used her name. However, she realizes that he was probably using a generic name because he does not know who she is. Soon his three brothers join Sawyer as Honey tells them that an unknown person wants to harm her. Sawyer and his three siblings vow to keep his patient safe. However, even his Hippocratic Oath cannot stop the only doctor in the county and his fleeing client from falling in love. Still the assailant is determined and will not stop until their agenda is accomplished.

SAWYER is the first of four tales starring each of the sexy hunky Hudson brothers. The fast-paced romantic suspense moves rather quickly while the lead couple is a passionate, intrepid duo. The support cast rounds out the tale by providing regional depth and background. Lori Foster has opened her quartet with a wonderful story that next month will follow with Sheriff Morgan¿s romance.

Harriet Klausner

Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She has a way of drawing you in. I think this is like the 4th time i have read the buckhorn books and still love the story
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It was short, but it was a good introduction to the characters. Sawyer was afraid to love, but was immediately drawn to Honey. Sawyer and his brothers take to her and can't help but all fall for her in their own way. Sweet story.
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the buckhorn series is great
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## FABULOUS! This book was tremendous. The two leads had amazing chemistry, which is par for the course with Lori Foster stories. This is the second time i've read it and i absolutely loved it. A must read!
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Read one right after the other! I love Lori Foster.
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