Acclaim for Sandra Marton’s stunning series
Marriage on the Edge:
“Sandra Marton pens an emotionally intense book about the evolution of love as she creates two dynamic characters, a passionate love story and intense scenes.”
—Romantic Times
More Than a Mistress:
“Readers will relish this explosive, intricate tale of love, romance and obsession between two dynamite characters.”
—Romantic Times
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Four brothers:
bonded by their inheritance, battling for love!
Jonas Baron is approaching his eighty-fifth birthday. He has ruled Espada, his sprawling estate in Texas hill country, for more than forty years, but now he admits it’s time he chose an heir.
Jonas has three sons—Gage, Travis and Slade, all ruggedly handsome and each with a successful business empire of his own; none wishes to give up the life he’s fought for to take over Espada. Jonas also has a stepdaughter; beautiful and spirited, Caitlin loves the land as much as he does, but she’s not of the Baron blood.
So who will receive Baron’s bequest? In this, the fourth book in THE BARONS series, a new character becomes a contender—mysterious stranger Tyler Kincaid….
Be sure to look out next for more fabulous stories about the Baron family in months to come.
The Taming of Tyler Kincaid
Sandra Marton
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
EPILOGUE
ACKNOWLEDGMENT
CHAPTER ONE
IT WAS Tyler Kincaid’s birthday, and he had the feeling his present was waiting in his bed.
Atlanta sweltered under the oppressive heat of the July evening, but he didn’t mind. He’d lived in the South all his life and he liked the warm days and hot, sultry nights. He had nothing against finding a woman in his bed, either, especially a beautiful blonde like Adrianna. Under normal circumstances, a man would have to be crazy to object to that.
Tyler frowned as he slowed his Porsche outside the wrought-iron gates that guarded his hilltop estate.
But these weren’t normal circumstances.
If he was right and Adrianna was waiting for him complete with champagne, caviar and flowers, she’d entered his home uninvited. There’d been times he’d asked his mistress to spend the night, but he’d never given her or any woman access to his life—or to the security codes that unlocked the gates and the massive front door to his home.
And he damned well hadn’t made any plans to celebrate his birthday.
July 18 was just another day in the year, as far as he was concerned. He never so much as circled the day on his calendar. If there was anything special about the date it was because he’d realized, just this morning, that it was time to tell Adrianna their relationship was over.
The gates swung shut behind him. Ahead, a narrow road lined with magnolia trees led toward the big white house he’d bought on the same day he’d taken his company’s stock public eight years ago. By day’s end, Tyler had gone from being poor white trash to being a millionaire several times over. “An outstanding citizen,” the Atlanta Journal had called him. Tyler had saved the article, kept it in a scrapbook right next to the clipping dated ten years before that, when the same newspaper had said he was “an example of Atlanta’s lost youth.”
There was a nice irony there but that wasn’t why he’d kept both articles. He’d kept them, rather, as a reminder of how a man’s life could change with a couple of orbits of the planet around the sun.
“You’re a true cynic, Tyler,” his attorney had once said with a sigh of mild despair, but Tyler figured there wasn’t anything wrong with acknowledging that nothing in this world was ever quite what it seemed.
Especially a relationship with a woman.
He sighed, shut off the engine and looked at the house. It seemed deserted, except for the lights shining at some of the windows, but he knew those came on automatically, at dusk. They were part of his security system. His impenetrable security system, according to the outfit that had installed it.
“Impenetrable, my butt,” Tyler muttered.
To thieves, maybe, but not to the machinations of a determined, blue-eyed blonde.
There was no sign of her, no little green Mercedes convertible parked in the driveway. He’d expected that. Adrianna was bright as well as beautiful. His women always scored high, on brains as well as looks. She’d have found a place to tuck the car away where he wouldn’t see it.
How else could she hope to surprise him?
Tyler’s jaw tightened. He sat back in the leather bucket seat and spread his hands along the steering wheel.
The thing of it was, he didn’t like surprises, certainly not ones that involved his birthday, and definitely not when the surprise suggested a woman, even a beautiful, eminently desirable woman, was getting ideas about changing the status quo.
He’d made himself clear, at the start of their affair. People change, he’d told her. Their goals change, their needs change. Adrianna had smiled, interrupted, and said she understood.
“Darling, I promise you,” she’d murmured, “I’m not the least bit interested in fairy tales that end with forever-after.”
She wasn’t. That was
