"It's nice to
have someone with your--um, skill set--around when
there's a killer on the loose."
Taking out bad
guys is in Jake Connelly's DNA as much as strength,
fearlessness and Greek-god good looks. So is rescuing
women like Chelsea Harris, who's kidnapped by a brutal
escaped convict. What isn't in the cowboy hunk's DNA,
Chelsea fears, is an interest in
relationships—especially with a jilted size-fourteen
plain Jane like herself.
With the killer
on the loose and a Texas-size blizzard raging, Jake and
Chelsea take refuge in an icy farmhouse. Sudden sparks
between them turn on plenty of heat! But Jake has sworn
to put his black ops career before distracting emotions.
He needs to stay focused to stop the convict's reign of
terror--and protect Chelsea from the danger of falling
"Cornelison's book is about following a life path
that wasn't necessarily something planned or necessarily
dreamed about or planned. Life has a way of throwing a
curve ball. People choose which road to take. This is a
lovely tale about reexamining choices. Even though
this TEXAS COWBOY'S RESCUE is froth with danger
you can't overlook the wonderful feeling of joy and love
infused in practically every page. Cornelison has
written a page turner that is truly enjoyable from
beginning to end. Just when you think the tale has come
to an acceptable conclusion the author throws still
another wrench into the works and the adventure
continues. Anyone who loves cowboys will love the
special ops agent in a black cowboy hat who is the hero
in Cornelison's latest work. But even the toughest
cowboys need a special damsel to save -- and this is a
wonderful story about what happens when that damsel has
the grit to match." -- Sandra Wurman,
"Cowboy’s Texas Rescue is the last in the
series and one of my favorites. I’ve been watching Jake
from afar since the beginning and I’m so glad he got his
happy ending. He’s a tough, take no nonsense operative
and he needed someone to break him down and stand up to
He got that with Chelsea. Like with the rest of the
series, there’s action, suspense, heat, and romance. I
loved the connection between the two of them and the way
they fought, loved, and fought for each other and not
just against each other.
Cowboy’s Texas Rescue is a great way to end
the series and I can’t wait to see what this author does
next." -- Nicole,
Reviews By Molly
"Sometimes nothing but a good romance will do and
this book certainly fit the bill. The main characters
were both strong and interesting. Can't wait to
read other books by the author. She knows how to ratchet
up the tension, both sexual and otherwise, and keep you
turning the pages!" -- Jodi,
"This book is full of dramatic action with element
of suspense in it and the main characters are totally
lovable. I love Jake for his strength and you can
totally rely on him in making everything right. Overall,
I enjoyed reading very much this story and couldn’t stop
turning the pages as I wanted to see how the story
progress. " -- Hsiau Wei,
"Very good book with intense action right from the
start...I really liked both Chelsea and Jake. I
really enjoyed the action in this book. I couldn't stop
turning the pages because I wanted to see what was going
to happen next. It sometimes seemed that Jake and
Chelsea were never going to be able to escape. I really
liked seeing Daniel and Alec from the first two books as
they came to help at the end." -- Susan,
"WOW this book was so good I read it again after I
finished it. This is going onto my favorite’s list.
...The relationship between Jake, and Chelsea melted my
heart. I also loved all the good quotes thrown into the
story. This book is a must read! " -- Paula Legate,
"I loved this story! It was a fantastic read from
the first page to the last. The characters were
wonderful and so fun to read about. I was cheering and
turning pages to make sure I wouldn’t miss anything.
This was worthy of 4 stars out of a five star review.
The chemistry between the leads, Chelsea and Jake, was
smoldering and hot. Jake is the kind of man you would
want in any drastic situation and Chelsea never turned
into a simpering whiny woman. She held her own and that
is the kind of female lead you should always read about.
This is definitely worthy of a second read, and
another, and well, you get the point!!!" -- Daniella,
Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
"Cowboy's Texas Rescue is full of drama and
action. everytime I think the danger is over I get
surprised. The novel is dramatic and kept my
intention. Did not want to stop reading till I had
finshed." -- Rhonda,
"I read Cowboy's Texas Rescue in one night.
It was a quick read, but not due to any faults, rather
because I just wanted to keep turning those pages to see
how we might reach the end. It was a read I did
not want to put down..." -- Sharon,
Sharon the Librarian Blog
A brutal winter storm was looming.
As she crossed the grocery store
parking lot, Chelsea Harris cast a worried gaze to the
dark clouds rolling in from New Mexico and quickened her
step. She still had to stop for gasoline, or her
mother's boat of a car wouldn't make it all the way back
to their rural West Texas ranch house. The gas-guzzling
1985 Cadillac Fleetwood had been her father's wedding
gift to her mother. Despite the worn seats—held together
by the always-ready duct tape kept in the glove box—the
rusting body and the seemingly monthly repair bills, her
mother treasured the car and refused to give it up.
Chelsea was babysitting the car, along with her parents'
house, while her folks took a well-deserved and overdue
three-week cruise to Hawaii.
An icy wind buffeted her as she
keyed open the driver's door. Hawaii would be nice right
Shivering, Chelsea brushed her
long, wind-blown hair from her face and huddled deeper
into her pullover sweater. This morning she'd raced out
of her parents' ranch house without a coat, because the
temperature had been a balmy sixty-five degrees. But
since she'd left for work at the blood center, the
temperature had plunged as a cold front moved through
town. Thank you, fickle West Texas weather.
Dropping a grocery sack and her
purse on the seat beside her, Chelsea cranked the
Caddy's engine, coaxing the car with a muttered, "Come
on, Ethyl. I know you hate the cold, but we gotta get
home before the storm hits."
She breathed a sigh of relief when
the engine finally caught, and she backed out of her
parking space and headed to the gas station down the
block. Her own apartment was only a few blocks from the
blood center where she worked as a phlebotomist, so she
usually rode her bike to work. But her parents' home,
the ranch house she'd grown up in, was twenty-two miles
from town, necessitating pressing Ethyl into service.
The cost of gasoline to and from town was eating her
paycheck for lunch. But how could she refuse her
parents' ranch-sitting request after all they'd done for
her through the years?
Chelsea pulled up to the gas pump,
cut the engine and gritted her teeth, dreading stepping
out into the wintery wind again. The sooner you fill up,
the sooner you'll be home in a hot bath with a glass of
wine. The promise of unwinding sounded heavenly, so
Chelsea shouldered open the car door and stepped out
into the cold.
As she turned toward the gas pump,
she almost collided with a disheveled man in orange
coveralls who appeared from nowhere. "Oh! I'm sorry. I
"Get in the car!" he growled,
jamming something hard in her belly.
She glanced down at the object
poking her, and a chill that had nothing to do with the
weather raced through her.
A gun. The man had a gun!
Chelsea's throat dried. Her heart
rate spiked. "I d-don't have any money. I—"
He crowded her, forcing her to step
backward, and he opened the driver's door on the Caddy.
She jolted when he barked the
command at her. He shoved the gun harder into her ribs,
and panic flooded Chelsea's brain. Sheer survival
instinct kicked in. With her heart pounding a frantic
cadence, she slid back onto the driver's seat.
The gunman climbed in the backseat,
moving the muzzle of his weapon to the base of her
skull, and grated, "Drive."
"Drive!" His shouted order brooked
Hands shaking, Chelsea cranked the
engine again and pulled away from the pump. "Wh-where
are we going?"
"Just drive! And don't try anything
stupid. I've already killed two cops today to make my
getaway. I'll shoot you without blinking if you give me
He leaned over the front seat and
snatched her mother's GPS from its mount on the
dashboard. After he'd pushed a few buttons, the
disembodied voice of the GPS intoned. "Go home?"
He tapped the screen, and the GPS
voice said, "Continue west on Highway 244 for one point
six miles, then turn left."
Chelsea's stomach pitched. The last
thing she wanted was for this cretin to know where her
parents lived. She bit her lower lip and met the guy's
dark glare in the rearview mirror. Okay, maybe the last
thing she wanted was to be raped and tortured to death.
But having him know where she was staying ranked near
"You live with anyone?" he asked.
"Wh-what?" Dividing her attention
between the road and monitoring the man in her backseat,
Chelsea fought the panic swelling in her chest. She
needed to keep her head if she was going to survive, but
the constant pressure of his gun against her skull made
it difficult to think calmly.
"It's an easy question. Do you live
with anyone? Will there be anyone else at your house
when we get there?"
"It's my parents' house."
He jabbed her again with the gun.
"And are Mommy and Daddy home?"
She considered lying for a moment,
but the gun poking the base of her skull gave her pause.
She wasn't a good liar, and if he guessed she was
bluffing… "N-no. I'm house-sitting while they're out of
A leering grin twisted his mouth.
The lettering stenciled on the
breast pocket of his jumpsuit caught her attention.
Texas Department of Criminal Justice—Inmate. Her pulse
spiked, and she sputtered, "Y-you're a prison inmate?"
He leered at her via the rearview
mirror. "Not anymore."
Her mouth dried remembering his
warning that he'd already killed two cops today. No
doubt the gun he wielded had been stolen from one of the
"Wh-who are you? What do you want
"For now, all I want is a ride out
of town, maybe a place to hole up for a little while,
until I can plan my next move."
She noticed he didn't give her his
name. Not that she really expected him to.
"Then you don't h-have any place in
mind you're heading? No one on the outside is helping
"You're helping me now, aren't ya?"
Chelsea swallowed hard. Dear God,
she was aiding and abetting a criminal. But under
duress. They wouldn't convict her for helping a prisoner
escape under duress, would they? Her heart
stutter-stepped. Lord, she hoped not.
As she approached the turn for the
highway to her parents' house, she considered driving
straight. The road to her parents' ranch was long and
nearly deserted. She had a much greater chance of
finding help if she stayed on this road. She accelerated
as they neared the turnoff, then cringed when her
mother's GPS reminded her to turn left.
"Turn, damn it!" he yelled as they
reached the intersection.
Gulping oxygen, she cut the wheel
hard, and Ethyl's tires squealed as they whipped a sharp
turn at the last second.
The man shot her a dark look and
jabbed harder with the gun. "You weren't gonna turn,
were ya?" He smacked the back of her head with the butt
of his gun, and pain ricocheted through her head.
Narrowing a lethal glare on her, he
growled, "I warned you not to pull anything! Drive me to
your house, or I will shoot you and drive myself! Got
Chelsea drew a shuddering breath
and nodded. Just do as he says, and you might stay
alive, the voice of fear and caution whispered to her.
Tears filled her eyes as a sense of
futility and helplessness rushed over her the farther
she got from town. She didn't want to die. But she
didn't want to go down without at least attempting to
save herself either.
As her initial shock and panic
settled into an even level of terror, Chelsea mentally
raced through her options. Could she crash the car into
something and make a run for it?
She glanced around the isolated
stretch of ranch-land and saw nothing but miles of flat,
empty earth. No trees, no roadside buildings, not even a
highway sign substantial enough to make Ethyl
undrivable. And if she did crash her mother's Caddy out
here, where would she run? Her captor would shoot her
before she took three steps.
Despair wrenched her chest, and she
blinked back the tears that gathered in her eyes. Could
she somehow get the gun away from him? He didn't look
all that well muscled, but he was taller and was most
likely stronger than she was.
She cut her eyes to her purse,
where her cell phone was nestled in a front pocket. If
she could distract him, could she dial 9-1-1 before he
She met his gaze in the mirror
again, and his eyes narrowed with suspicion before
darting to her purse.
"Don't even think about it,
girlie." He grabbed her purse and dragged it into the
backseat with him. "You got a gun in here or something?"
He started rifling through her
purse, and Chelsea's skin crawled, seeing him touch her
personal things. She squeezed the steering wheel,
searching for another plan of escape when Ethyl's engine
The man's head came up. "What was
The motor sputtered again, and a
sinking realization settled over her, as dark as the
clouds rolling in from the west.
Ethyl choked again as the man
leaned over the front seat to scan the dashboard lights
and gauges. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing. But we—"
The engine sputtered loudly and cut
off. Icy dread shimmied through Chelsea.
Her captor ground the muzzle into
her nape and grated, "Don't screw around with me,
sister. I'll blow your damn head off!"
Chelsea whimpered fearfully and
cleared her throat as she coasted to the side of the
road and stopped the car. "It's not me! I swear. W-we're
out of gas!"