by Linda Warren
FIRST LOVE, SECOND CHANCE
Maribel McCray knew moving back to Horseshoe, Texas, would mean facing Elias Rebel, the cowboy she was forbidden to love in high school. She just didn’t expect it to happen so soon. With her teenage son, Chase, in trouble, she needs Elias’s help. He may be a Rebel, sworn enemy of every McCray, but he’s also Chase’s father.
For the lone bachelor of the Rebel clan, there’s only one way to make up for lost years with his son—become a family for real. But Maribel’s distance runs deeper than the Rebel-McCray feud. Elias won’t settle for a marriage of convenience with the woman he’s falling for again. How can he convince Maribel some second chances are worth taking?
Cast of Characters
Kate Rebel: Matriarch of the Rebel family.
Falcon: The eldest son—the strong one. Reunited with his wife, Leah, and proud father of Eden and John.
Egan: The loner. Married to Rachel Hollister, daughter of the man who put him in jail. Son Justin.
Quincy: The peacemaker. Married to Jenny Walker, his childhood best friend. Daughter Martha Kate.
Elias: The fighter. Falls in love with the daughter of his family’s archenemy.
Paxton: The lover. Found his forever love with Remi Roberts and their adopted daughter, Annie.
Jude: The serious, responsible one. Back together with his first love, Paige Wheeler, and raising their son, Zane.
Phoenix: The youngest Rebel challenges his own family when he falls in love with the enemy—Rosemary McCray. Father of Jake.
Abraham (Abe) Rebel: Paternal grandfather.
Jericho Johnson: Egan’s friend from prison.
Dear Reader,
This is the seventh and last book in the Texas Rebels series. The stories are based on how the Rebel brothers deal with life and love after the death of their father.
Elias is the lone bachelor. Work, women and beer define Elias. He’s known to be tough as rawhide and says he’ll never get married and be tied down like his brothers. He enjoys his freedom. That is, until Maribel McCray returns to Horseshoe, Texas.
Maribel’s down on her luck and striving to put her life back together. She and Elias were attracted to each other in high school, but because of their feuding families they stayed away from each other. When Maribel’s son gets arrested, she asks Elias for help. He tells her she would have to give him a good reason for him to help her. She gives him one he’s not expecting and it turns his world upside down.
This is a story about second chances and things that could’ve been. A lot happens in this book and I hope it keeps you captivated to the big ending. It’s time to say goodbye to the Rebel family and the characters I’ve lived with for three years. It’s kind of sad, but my mind is moving forward to more characters and more books.
Until then, with love and thanks,
Linda
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TEXAS REBELS: ELIAS
Linda Warren
Two-time RITA® Award–nominated author Linda Warren has written over forty books for Harlequin. A native Texan, she’s a member of Romance Writers of America and the RWA West Houston chapter. Drawing upon her years of growing up on a ranch, she writes about some of her favorite things: Western-style romance, cowboys and country life. She married her high school sweetheart and they live on a lake in central Texas. He fishes and she writes. Works perfect.
Books by Linda Warren
Harlequin Western Romance
Texas Rebels
Texas Rebels: Egan
Texas Rebels: Falcon
Texas Rebels: Quincy
Texas Rebels: Jude
Texas Rebels: Phoenix
Texas Rebels: Paxton
Harlequin American Romance
The Cowboy’s Return
Once a Cowboy
Texas Heir
The Sheriff of Horseshoe, Texas
Her Christmas Hero
Tomas: Cowboy Homecoming
One Night in Texas
A Texas Holiday Miracle
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
Excerpt from Roping Her Christmas Cowboy by Rebecca Winters
Prologue
My name is Kate Rebel. I married John Rebel when I was eighteen years old and then bore him seven sons. We worked the family ranch, which John later inherited. We put everything we had into buying more land so our sons would have a legacy. We didn’t have much, but we had love.
The McCray Ranch borders Rebel Ranch on the east and the McCrays have forever been a thorn in my family’s side. They’ve cut our fences, dammed up creeks to limit our water supply, and shot one of our prize bulls. Ezra McCray threatened to shoot our sons if he caught them jumping his fences again. We tried to keep our boys away, but they are boys—young and wild.
One day Jude and Phoenix, two of our youngest, were out riding together. When John heard shots, he immediately went to find his boys. They lay on the ground, blood oozing from their heads. Ezra McCray was astride a horse twenty yards away with a rifle in his hand. John drew his gun and fired, killing Ezra instantly. Both boys survived with only minor wounds. Since my husband was protecting his children, he didn’t spend even one night in jail. This escalated the feud that still goes on today.
The man I knew as my husband died that day. He couldn’t live with what he’d done, and started to drink heavily. I had to take over the ranch and the raising of our boys. John died ten years later. We’ve all been affected by the tragedy, especially my sons.
They are grown men now and deal in different ways with the pain of losing their father. One day I pray my boys will be able to put this behind them and live healthy, normal lives with women who will love them the way I loved their father.
Chapter One
Elias: the fourth son—the fighter.
The cowboy’s last fight.
If hell froze over, Elias Rebel would be standing right there enjoying the cool breeze. Just about every woman in Horseshoe, Texas, over the age of eighteen and under the age of forty, had said those words to him at one time or another.
Work. Beer. Women. That defined Elias. A lot of people said he was different than his brothers. But he didn’t care what people thought. He was who he was, doing things his way and on his terms.
After a full day of work, Elias was dog tired and
headed for Rowdy’s beer joint, his favorite place to unwind. He sat at a table with his booted feet propped on a chair, a cold Bud Light in his hand. With anticipation, he contemplated the bleached blonde in a corner booth. Tight skinny jeans clung to her rounded hips and long legs. A low-cut knit top hugged her breasts and he could see cleavage all the way to Dallas. Yep. Just his type.
There was just one small problem: the Dwayne Johnson–type guy sitting across from her. In jeans, boots, a leather vest and a T-shirt with a pack of cigarettes rolled up in a sleeve, the biker dude had tattoos running up his arms that made his bulging muscles more pronounced. With one blow the guy could probably kill him.
There was nothing Elias liked more than a good fight, especially if the prize was the blonde. But sometimes common sense prevailed, even with Elias.
She glanced his way and smiled. He lifted his beer in response. Things were looking up.
Just then the front door opened and the six o’clock June sunlight bolted into the dark bar like a flash of lightning. It was blinding. Elias blinked and turned his head toward the door. The woman silhouetted there had strawberry blonde hair and he would have known her anywhere. She sashayed her pretty butt to the bar to talk to Bob, the owner of Rowdy’s.
Forgetting the blonde, Elias got to his feet and made his way over to her. “Well, well, if it isn’t the long-lost Maribel McCray.”
“Go away, Elias,” she replied without even looking at him, the way she used to do in high school.
“Oh, she remembers my name and even my voice.”
“Go away, Elias,” she said again, still not looking at him. Her full attention was on Bob.
“Are you sure you haven’t seen him?” she asked Bob.
“No, Maribel. Young boys don’t come in here.”
Digging in the big purse slung over her shoulder, she pulled out a pen. She reached for a napkin and wrote on it, and then pushed it toward Bob. “That’s my number. Please call if you see him.”
“Sure thing, Maribel.” Bob eased the napkin toward himself. “It’s nice to have you back in Horseshoe.”
She turned and walked out without another word. If there was a sexier woman, Elias hadn’t met her. In school, with thick hair hanging down to her hips and a figure that was made for a young boy’s dreams, she had personified hotness. She hadn’t changed, except her hair was shorter and in a ponytail.
“What did she want?” Elias asked.
“She’s looking for her son.”
Elias rested his forearms on the bar, twirling his can of beer. “She has a son. She must’ve gotten married. Wonder where she’s been all these years.”
“I didn’t ask, Elias.”
In high school, Elias had had a big crush on Maribel, but she hadn’t given him the time of day, which was just as well since she was a McCray and he was a Rebel. There was something about attraction, though, that transcended family feuds.
She’d left school mysteriously in April before graduation and everyone had wondered what had happened to her. The rumor was she had gotten pregnant and her dad, Ira McCray, had kicked her out of the house. The other rumor was she’d run off to get married. The rumor mill in Horseshoe was alive and buzzing like bees around a honeypot. A lot of people had felt its sting. Even though Elias didn’t listen to rumors, he knew certain women thrived on them. That’s the way it was in a small town. But soon everyone had forgotten about Maribel McCray. What was she doing back in town?
Then it hit him. Elias’s brother Phoenix had married Rosemary McCray and Rosemary, or Rosie as everyone called her, was having a difficult pregnancy. She was confined to bed until the birth in late August. Maribel must’ve come home to help her sister. Funny, his brother had never mentioned it.
“Why are you so curious?” Bob asked, wiping a spot on the bar. Bob was a former marine, built solid and stout. Over six feet with a growl in his voice, not many patrons dared to question him when they were asked to leave, unless they were drunk as a skunk. “Since Phoenix and Paxton married McCrays, it’s been peaceful here in Horseshoe. I, for one, would like it to stay that way.”
Bob was right. The McCray women had infiltrated the Rebel family and everything was going smoothly. Elias hoped, like everyone in Horseshoe, that the feud was dying. A lot of bitterness and resentment still lingered on the McCray side. His father had shot Ezra McCray years ago in self-defense, and the McCrays had held on to revenge like the devil holds on to a sinner. Time was passing, though, and maybe old wounds were healing.
Bob placed his hands on the bar. “What are you doing in here so early?”
Elias took a swig from the can. “I’ve been up since four getting hay off the field. I came here to relax. Besides, it’s like a nursery at the ranch. Babies and pregnant women everywhere.”
“You’re the lone bachelor, Elias. When are you going to change that?”
Elias chuckled. “Never. I like my freedom.”
“Did I tell you Tammy Jo’s getting married?”
Elias looked at his beer and not at Bob. Tammy Jo was Bob’s only child and she and Elias had been an item for a couple of years, seeing each other when she’d come home from Austin. Bob had never found out. Tammy Jo had wanted to get married and Elias hadn’t, so their fun weekends had stopped. Part of him would miss Tammy Jo and the good times they’d had. But deep down he had known he wasn’t the man for her. He wasn’t sure if he was the man for any woman. Like he’d told Bob, he enjoyed his freedom and didn’t want to be tied down.
“She’s marrying an accountant and he has a good job in Austin. I hope they start having babies soon. My wife and I can’t wait for a grandchild.”
“Congratulations, Bob. You deserve a house full of grandkids.”
The biker couple got up and walked toward the door. The blonde looked back and smiled at Elias.
“That could get you killed,” Bob remarked.
“Ah, I can take him.”
“In your dreams.”
The door opened again and Wyatt Carson, the sheriff, walked in. Wyatt came straight to Elias. “Thought I might find you here.”
It wasn’t a good thing when the sheriff came looking for you. “What’s up?”
“I have a stack of parking tickets on my desk that need to be paid as soon as possible.”
“Wyatt.” Elias sighed. “You’re not going to bring that up again.”
The sheriff tipped back his hat. “It’s against the law to park in the fire zone at the courthouse. Yet you continue to do so despite my warnings and Stuart’s.”
“When was the last time you had a fire at the courthouse?”
“None that I can recall.”
“See? I’m not endangering anyone. The auto-parts store is right across the street and there’s never any parking. I park to the side and run to the store. It takes ten minutes, tops. But Stuart always manages to ticket my truck. Next time I see him I’m gonna put a knot on his head.”
“Then I’d have to arrest you.”
“Come on, Wyatt, what do you want from me?”
“I want you to pay the tickets, but I know you’re stubborn and you’re not going to do that. So I’ve got a better solution.”
“And what would that be?”
“I need someone to do undercover work.”
Elias laughed out loud and slapped the bar with his hand. “I’m not a cop and I don’t want to be one. That’s your job.”
“Okay, Elias, I’m going to give you a choice. Jail or undercover work. Teenage boys are stealing beer around Horseshoe. They’ve hit the grocery store, the convenience store and this place.”
Elias looked at Bob. “You didn’t mention that.”
Bob shrugged. “Wyatt said not to tell anyone because he wants to catch ’em.”
“Have you checked out the Kuntz boys, Wyatt?” If anythi
ng was stolen in Horseshoe, Freddie, his brother Scooter and cousin Leonard were always at the top of the list. They lived in a run-down trailer on the outskirts of town. Their mother worked nights in a bar and the boys were left to fend for themselves. Elias had given them rides. Sometimes late at night.
“It’s not them. The school called CPS and they’re checking into their home situation. But the mother always pulls a rabbit out of her hat at the last minute. The sister has now moved in and she’s supposed to be there for the boys at night. CPS has backed off, but I’m keeping a close eye on the boys. I was talking to them when I got the call about the convenience store.”
Elias sighed. “I’m almost afraid to ask, but what do you want me to do?”
“Keep an eye out while you’re in here.”
“Come on, Wyatt, I’m not ratting out kids.”
“They’re stealing. And that’s against the law and I’ve sworn to uphold the law.”
“You’re a stickler for right, aren’t you?”
Wyatt nodded. “Yes, I am. What’s your answer? Jail or undercover work?”
Elias knew he didn’t have much choice, but he would hold out to the last minute. “Exactly what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to watch the door. One of the boys is coming through the front and slipping past the bar to the back. He then opens the back door and lets the other two in and they take the beer and run. You have to stay sober and alert me if you see someone going into the back room. That’s it. I’ll take it from there. All you have to do is call if you see someone.”
“I don’t know.” He hated to turn on kids. He’d once been a wild teenager and beer had always been a temptation.
“Then I’ll have to arrest you. You can sit out your time and do community service. I believe the senior citizen center needs mopping and cleaning. That would be a good job for you.”
“Wyatt, it’s hay season on the ranch and—”
“I’ll sweeten the deal. When you have to go to the auto-parts store, you can park in the sheriff’s area.” He held up a finger. “But just ten minutes, and I’ll alert Stuart not to ticket you.”
