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Wild Texas Rose
British beauty Mariah Rose hires Whitman Reagor, a tall, handsome Texan, to escort her safely across the rugged plains, and it is all he can do to keep from giving in to the passions she arouses in him
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First published January 1, 1990
About the author
Martha Hix
22 books114 followers I’m a Texan. Born and bred. I wish I could say I grew up on a cattle ranch or had pump jacks working in my backyard, but I can’t. I’m from Dallas. My people were doctors, lumbermen, a tinker, merchants, plus a guy in Corrigan who owned a hotel-bar-livery stable. He also ran his own personal loan agency.
But I did have the good fortune to spend a great deal of time all over the state as a child, a lot of it in West Texas and in the Hill Country. I’ve spent most of my adult life in Austin, San Antonio, and the Hill Country, which ain’t a bad gig. I get to go to Luckenbach, Texas, whenever I please, although Willie and Waylon are never there. I do know quite a bit about Texas beer joints.
As a kid, I didn’t mind listening to stories about how at least five earlier generations of my ancestors had been in the Lone Star State for a long, long time. Well, in Texas that just meant more than a hundred years. This weird kid soaked up the stories. I never got tired of listening. My curiosity sure came in handy when I took up the obsession known as genealogy. That was ions before Ancestry.com came about, back when you had to travel to courthouses or sit and go through reel after reel of census records and so forth to figure out your own little green leaves. My interest in general history really came in handy when I took up writing both fiction and non-fiction.
There are a lot of great things to be said about writing fiction and true stories—I concentrated on stories about people and the history of businesses—but we won’t get into that. I will brag on myself and say that my romance novels were translated into many foreign languages, some of them very foreign, like Japanese, Greek, and Turkish.
On the home front, I’m still in the fabulous Texas Hill Country with my husband and our spoiled four-legged kids. The two-legged young’uns have grown up and moved on. We have four fabulous grandkids—a granddaughter and three grandsons, plus a wee great-granddaughter. I find it simply amazing that I—still a young chick writing hot love stories and cleaner stories about men and women trying to tame this place called Texas!—have lived long enough to enjoy a great-grandchild. Me—that chick with great-grandparents who were involved in the Civil War. Two were Confederates, one was a Union soldier, and then there was the fellow who owned slaves but wouldn’t fight for the South. Don’t get me started—I have lots of tales to tell!
I do love to write about historical events and oddball people. Oh! I forgot to tell you. I hail from a family of writers.* On the Yankee side of my family. I wouldn’t have known that if I hadn’t listened to what the elders had to say. And, boy howdy, could they spin the tales. See there. You pick up all sorts of stories, when you listen to what the old folks have to say.
*One is an author hereabouts, but I won't embarrass her by naming her!
Thanks for stopping by and listening to what I have to say. If you've read one of my books and enjoyed it, thank you. If you didn't enjoy it, try another one. I think I've finally come to realize what makes these stories tick. This new method got started with HIS RIP-ROARIN' BRIDE. Would appreciate if you'd let me know what you think.
But I did have the good fortune to spend a great deal of time all over the state as a child, a lot of it in West Texas and in the Hill Country. I’ve spent most of my adult life in Austin, San Antonio, and the Hill Country, which ain’t a bad gig. I get to go to Luckenbach, Texas, whenever I please, although Willie and Waylon are never there. I do know quite a bit about Texas beer joints.
As a kid, I didn’t mind listening to stories about how at least five earlier generations of my ancestors had been in the Lone Star State for a long, long time. Well, in Texas that just meant more than a hundred years. This weird kid soaked up the stories. I never got tired of listening. My curiosity sure came in handy when I took up the obsession known as genealogy. That was ions before Ancestry.com came about, back when you had to travel to courthouses or sit and go through reel after reel of census records and so forth to figure out your own little green leaves. My interest in general history really came in handy when I took up writing both fiction and non-fiction.
There are a lot of great things to be said about writing fiction and true stories—I concentrated on stories about people and the history of businesses—but we won’t get into that. I will brag on myself and say that my romance novels were translated into many foreign languages, some of them very foreign, like Japanese, Greek, and Turkish.
On the home front, I’m still in the fabulous Texas Hill Country with my husband and our spoiled four-legged kids. The two-legged young’uns have grown up and moved on. We have four fabulous grandkids—a granddaughter and three grandsons, plus a wee great-granddaughter. I find it simply amazing that I—still a young chick writing hot love stories and cleaner stories about men and women trying to tame this place called Texas!—have lived long enough to enjoy a great-grandchild. Me—that chick with great-grandparents who were involved in the Civil War. Two were Confederates, one was a Union soldier, and then there was the fellow who owned slaves but wouldn’t fight for the South. Don’t get me started—I have lots of tales to tell!
I do love to write about historical events and oddball people. Oh! I forgot to tell you. I hail from a family of writers.* On the Yankee side of my family. I wouldn’t have known that if I hadn’t listened to what the elders had to say. And, boy howdy, could they spin the tales. See there. You pick up all sorts of stories, when you listen to what the old folks have to say.
*One is an author hereabouts, but I won't embarrass her by naming her!
Thanks for stopping by and listening to what I have to say. If you've read one of my books and enjoyed it, thank you. If you didn't enjoy it, try another one. I think I've finally come to realize what makes these stories tick. This new method got started with HIS RIP-ROARIN' BRIDE. Would appreciate if you'd let me know what you think.
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March 18, 2024
This was a nice enjoyable read! I loved Mariah Rose and Whit Reagor! I loved Mariah's stubbornness, determination, and will to make the best of her situation. Whit is a man scorned by the past and determined to not ever let a woman get a hold on him again. He keeps all women at arm's length until Mariah. He fights against his growing feelings for her but cannot resist her. His past and her determination to be independent causes much friction between them. Will they get past their issues to have a life together? Find out and enjoy the ride!
September 21, 2013
Englishwoman Mariah Rose McGuire is leaving her island home for Texas in order to marry Joseph Jaye. This is more an obligation rather than a love match; at least on her end. Along the way she meets and is more attracted to Texan rancher Whitman Reagor. When a brutal murder sets off a range war between farmers and cattlemen, it's Mariah who is the one to step up to the plate and try to bring peace and justice to the Lone Star state.
Whit is just there for sex.
This is a light and breezy read, typical of the '90s. I probably could have read this in one sitting if Real Life would stop interfering in my leisure time. Mariah was a decent heroine who almost made me like her. (Almost.) Whit was simply a boy toy, though. It was Mariah carrying the action load in this one, solving murder mysteries and saving damsels in distress.
Whit is just there for sex.
This is a light and breezy read, typical of the '90s. I probably could have read this in one sitting if Real Life would stop interfering in my leisure time. Mariah was a decent heroine who almost made me like her. (Almost.) Whit was simply a boy toy, though. It was Mariah carrying the action load in this one, solving murder mysteries and saving damsels in distress.
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