Texas Honor Read Online Diana Palmer

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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)

Enjoy two classic Lone Star romances from New York Times bestselling author Diana Palmer!

Unlikely Lover
When Ward Jessup and Mari Raymond meet after being brought together by Mari’s wily matchmaking aunt, neither is what the other expected. The handsome oilman is anything but old and unwell, and Mari is hardly a helpless girl. But although the sparks fly between them, they can’t fight the power of Cupid’s arrow…

Rage of Passion
A vacation at her grandmother’s ranch would have been the perfect place for Maggie Turner to escape her ex-husband’s threats. Perfect, that is, if it hadn’t been for Gabe Coleman. The sexy rancher was just as direct—and undeniably handsome—as he’d been ten years ago. And his icy-blue eyes dared her to look beneath his rough exterior. Could this rugged Texas cowboy give Maggie a new lease on love?

Previously published as Unlikely Lover and Rage of Passion



WARD JESSUP WENT to the supper table rubbing his big hands together, his green eyes like dark emeralds in a face like a Roman’s, perfectly sculpted under hair as thick and black as crow feathers. He was enormously tall, big and rangy looking, with an inborn elegance and grace that came from his British ancestors. But Ward himself was all-American. All Oklahoman, with a trace of Cherokee and a sprinkling of Irish that gave him his taciturn stubbornness and his cutting temper, respectively.

“You look mighty proud of yourself,” Lillian huffed, bringing in platters of beef and potatoes and yeast rolls.

“Why shouldn’t I?” he asked. “Things are going pretty well. Grandmother’s leaving, did she tell you? She’s going to stay with my sister. Lucky, lucky Belinda!”

Lillian lifted her eyes to the ceiling. “I must have pleased you, Lord, for all my prayers to be so suddenly answered,” she said.

Ward chuckled as he reached for the platter of sliced roast beef. “I thought you two were great buddies.”

“And we stay that way as long as I run fast, keep my mouth shut and pretend that I like cooking five meals at a time.”

“She may come back.”

“I’ll quit,” was the gruff reply. “She’s only been here four months, and I’m ready to apply for that cookhouse job over at Wade’s.”

“You’d wind up in the house with Conchita, helping to look after the twins,” he returned.

She grinned, just for an instant. Could have been a muscle spasm, he thought.

“I like kids.” Lillian glared at him, brushing back wiry strands of gray hair that seemed to match her hatchet nose, long chin and beady little black eyes. “Why don’t you get married and have some?” she added.

His thick eyebrows raised a little. They were perfect like his nose, even his mouth. He was handsome. He could have had a dozen women by crooking his finger, but he dated only occasionally, and he never brought women home. He never got serious, either. He hadn’t since that Caroline person had almost led him to the altar, only to turn around at the last minute and marry his cousin Bud, thinking that, because Bud’s last name was Jessup, he’d do as well as Ward. Besides, Bud was much easier to manage. The marriage had only lasted a few weeks, however, just until Bud had discovered that Caroline’s main interest was in how much of his small inheritance she could spend on herself. He had divorced her, and she had come rushing back to Ward, all in tears. But somewhere along the way Ward had opened his eyes. He’d shown her the door, tears and all, and that was the last time he’d shown any warmth toward anything in skirts.

“What would I do with kids?” he asked. “Look what it’s done to Tyson Wade, for God’s sake. There he was, a contented bachelor making money hand over fist. He married that model and lost everything—”

“He got everything back, with interest,” Lillian interrupted, “and you say one more word about Miss Erin and I’ll scald you, so help me!”

He shrugged. “Well, she is pretty. Nice twins, too. They look a little like Ty.”

“Poor old thing,” Lillian said gently. “He was homely as sin and all alone and meaner than a tickled rattlesnake. And now here he’s made his peace with you and even let you have those oil leases you’ve been after for ten years. Yes sir, love sure is a miracle,” she added with a purely calculating look.

He shivered. “Talking about it gives me hives. Talk about something else.” He was filling his plate and nibbling between comments.

Lillian folded her hands in front of her, hesitating, but only for an instant. “I’ve got a problem.”

“I know. Grandmother.”

“A bigger one.”

He stopped eating and looked up. She did seem to be worried. He laid down his fork. “Well? What’s the problem?”

She shifted from one foot to the other. “My brother’s eldest girl, Marianne,” she said. “Ben died last year, you remember.”