by Carly Bloom
Ford didn’t believe in witches, Mexican or otherwise, and he found the idea of a curse to be utterly ridiculous. But whether it was the result of a bruja or a family disposition, the fact remained that Jarvis men were cursed with being incapable of settling down. And when they tried, bad luck always came knocking.
Ford’s dad, Johnny Jarvis, was a retired rodeo bull rider who’d earned the nickname Johnny Appleseed because he’d fathered nine kids with eight women. All of them, except for Ford, were named for the cities they were born in.
There was his oldest brother, Dallas, who’d been only two when their dad had met a woman in San Antonio, which resulted in Tony. Two years later, he’d met and married his “real” soul mate in Laredo, producing Larry. Like clockwork, it was two more years before a pretty little rodeo queen—Ford’s mom—attracted Johnny’s attention in Dallas.
Nine months later, Ford was born. And since there was already a Dallas in the family, he’d been named for the literal place of his conception, the backseat of a Ford Fairmont.
That union lasted the longest, and in two years the little family had moved to Abilene, where Abby, Ford’s only full sibling, was born. After his parents’ divorce, Ford gained four more half-siblings: Houston, Austin, Odessa, and Worth (they’d left off the “Fort”), who was the baby of the family.
Spreading “seed” here, there, and everywhere wasn’t a lifestyle Ford aspired to, and he was disappointed that some of his brothers had already followed in their father’s footsteps.
Curses were hard to break.
Nobody knew if Jarvis women were afflicted with the same curse. Odessa was twenty-two and seemed hell-bent on independence. And Abby had died when she was only ten years old.
She’d drowned in a creek when a flash flood had come out of nowhere.
Ford was supposed to have been watching her. And he had been. Just moments before…
That’s why they called it a flash flood.
Lightning lit up the sky again, and the rain picked up. A shiver ran up and down Ford’s spine. Wailing Woman Creek felt a little too close for comfort.
About the Author
Carly Bloom began her writing career as a family humor columnist and blogger, a pursuit she abandoned when her children grew old enough to literally die from embarrassment. To save their delicate lives, Carly turned to penning steamy, contemporary romance. The kind with bare chests on the covers.
Carly and her husband raise their mortified brood of offspring on a cattle ranch in South Texas. Also? Carly is vegan. The cows love her.
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Look for more Carly Bloom books!
Once Upon a Time in Texas series—available now!
And other cowboy romances you may love!
Also by Carly Bloom
Big Bad Cowboy
Cowboy Come Home
