So today is my release day for my latest book in the Texas Fever series, Hustlin’ Texas.
I am so excited and at the same time really nervous. I hope my readers find that Jett and Nikki got their satisfactory ending that they didn’t get in Texas Wide Open.
I want to share what some early reviewers have said about Hustlin’ Texas. Please enjoy the excerpt at the end and thank you for being such loyal readers. 🙂
Just when I thought no relationship could hold more fire, more emotion, or more love than Cole Logan and Katie Harris in TEXAS WIDE OPEN along comes Nikki and Jett in HUSTLIN’ TEXAS by KC Klein.
KC knows how to conjure characters that capture our hearts, our imaginations, crush us when things fall apart, and makes us soar when everything comes together in a sweet happily-ever-after. I want to share what some of the early reviewers have said about Hustlin’ Texas.
HUSTLIN’ TEXAS by KC Klein is amazing, wonderful, heartbreaking, exciting, edge of the seat anxious, and one that will have you begging for it to never end. KC gets better with every story she creates and I’m in awe of the emotion that she wrings from her characters and from us as we read her stories.– Unwrapping Romance by Amy Valentini
I am totally enjoying this series.. it isn’t a perfect world, the characters aren’t over the top alpha this or bad boy that.. they are special, endearing, realistic and honest. Makes you fall in love with them over and over again! – Bodice Rippers, Femme Fatales and Fantasy by Shauni
I’ve got to say it – this one was better than the first one!… Jett and Nikki had some laugh out loud moments 🙂 – Goodreads by Susan
This book made me laugh, it had me cry, and it had the right amount of angst to keep me turning those pages. I am interested to go back and read the first book to get more of Cole’s story, Nikki’s brother. – Goodreads by Paulette
You will find yourself laughing out loud and other times tearing up. – RadReader 59 by CAL
Jett knew exactly when Nikki caught sight of him because two things happened. A warm open smile eased her features, transforming her face into the young girl he’d known years back. And his gut tightened as if he’d just been given an invitation—a thought he spit out of his mind like he would gum that had lost its taste.
Nikki strutted down the aisle as if she was walking down a red carpet lined with paparazzi. Dang, she looked like a wet dream. Not his wet dream of course—he appreciated his women a bit more put together and a lot more grown up—but he was sure she’d be gracing someone’s fantasies tonight.
Nikki slid onto the bench opposite his without bothering to ask—like she ever had.
“Hi there,” she said, without a trace of Texas accent. He wondered how long that would last.
“Hi there.” His greeting was edged with a challenge.
And there they sat like they had a dozen times before—like there was no past between them. Like they hadn’t had one night of extremely hot sex, and he hadn’t practically begged her to give them a chance. But now, with her greenish-blue eyes smudged with black eyeliner and the f-you attitude she wore like a superhero’s cape, he had to wonder if she even remembered.
Then her impish eyes softened, and her naked lips slipped into a sexy smile only Nikki could pull off.
Jett felt his jaw muscle twitch.
Every man had his thing, and if Jett was out drinking with the guys, he’d label himself a “boob man.” Saying he was a “lip man” didn’t quite cut it. But there was something about bare lips, unadorned with color or sticky gloss, ready for kissing, which made him want to nibble.
“Miss me?” Nikki pulled his cup closer to her and added cream and sugar. She took his knife and stirred. He watched his black coffee turn the color of mud.
“Like stomach cancer.”
She made a soft tsking sound. “Ah then, you thought of me often.”
Jett pressed his teeth together, not appreciating how close to the truth she’d come. He caught her eye and made sure she watched as his gaze traveled down her shirt—Christ, she really was wearing a black bra—then back up to her face. “All class, Nik.”
She didn’t blink, just picked up his newspaper and scanned the front page. “Ouch, Rangers lost 21 to 7 in overtime. Hope you didn’t have money on that game.”
He grabbed the paper and quickly found the headline: “Rangers Win in Blow Out,” then threw the paper back on the table, pissed he’d been taken in so easily.
Jett knew that laugh. It was the same laugh that had suckered him into thinking there was more heart to Nikki than she’d let on. He knew better now.
“Why are you here, Nik?”
“That’s a fine welcome, Jett.” She scooted down in the booth as if she hadn’t a care, but Jett knew better. She placed the heel of those damn platform shoes on his seat—right between his legs.
He almost smiled—almost. Who did she think she was playing with? One of her college boys? He shook his head instead. “Well then, let me try that again. When are you leaving, Nik? Seems to me, you got the running away part down better than the coming home part.”
Like shutters snapping shut on windows, she blinked and her eyes lost that smoldering look. She sat up and reached for his toast, gooped purple jelly on it, and then took a bite. “I’ll be leaving soon. Won’t be here long.”
“Just long enough to get into trouble?”
Her eyes narrowed, and he surprised himself by missing the playfulness of the moment before.
“Long enough to clear my ledger.”
His gut tightened, but he refused to let his pasted-on smile slip. “You always had a knack for owing the wrong people.”
“And who are the right people, Jett? The Averys? Not much of a difference between politicians and criminals.”
“That difference, of course, being the law. But that’s all subjective, right, Nik?”
She laughed and plucked some scrambled egg off his plate with her fingers.
Jett had to look away when she licked her lips.
Ginger walked over and set a glass of ice water before Nikki. “Here you go, sugar. Looks like you need this. Don’t worry, you rest up a bit, and Jett will get you on home.”
Thanks, Ginger. Why did everyone insist on putting Nikki in his lap? She wasn’t his responsibility.
Nikki looked up at the older woman and showed one of her more genuine smiles. “Thanks, Ginger. You’re the best.”
Jett couldn’t remember the last time Nikki had flashed one of those his way. Not that he cared. It just annoyed him that he couldn’t pinpoint the last time. Or maybe he did, and he just didn’t want to remember.
Jett watched as Nikki’s gaze zeroed in on the table across from them. Mrs. Burns’s pinched face and spiteful glare was tough to ignore, but with her husband’s gaping mouth and glazed-over look, his lecherous stare was even harder.
A shadow of something flickered across Nikki’s face. On another person he would’ve named it hurt, but on Nikki one could never be sure. Then it was gone, her chin came up, and her eyes took on an expression that never boded well for man or devil.
Nikki cast a hooded glance at the old woman, turned to Mr. Burns and blew him a moist, sexy kiss that would’ve done Marilyn Monroe proud.
The sound that came from Mrs. Burns could’ve made dogs howl on a moonless night. She was up and dragging Mr. Burns out by the arm, not even stopping to pay their bill.
Jett looked at the empty table and the half-eaten breakfasts. He calculated the extra he’d put in his tip to cover the couple’s bill. It wasn’t Ginger’s fault Nikki had the manners of an alley cat.
He took his time turning back to Nikki, already knowing what he’d see. “Really?”
She lifted a careless shoulder. “Not my fault her old man’s a perv,” she said around a bite of toast.
“Never is, Nik. Do me a favor: Don’t talk. No, better yet, don’t make eye contact with anyone else while you’re in town.”
“Sure thing, boss.” She dusted her hands free of crumbs, signaling she was finished eating.
Jett looked at his plate and put down his fork. The remains of his breakfast had been drowned in ketchup, de-crusted, and his coffee turned into chocolate milk.
He glanced at the empty table across from them, and then back at the half-girl, half-woman in front of him. And he couldn’t help wondering how the hell he’d gotten back into the business of cleaning up after Nikki Logan.
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