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Authors: Sylvia McDaniel
Tags: #contemporary romance novel
No damn cowboy with a connection to the local law was going to run her out of town!
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“Maybe I don’t want to change,” he said, knowing it was a lie but unable to admit the need to exorcise his demons to her.
Beth stared at him, her large hazel eyes round with sympathy, and seeing his greatest
fear reflected in her gaze, he wanted to do anything to alter her opinion of him. The thought of her having pity on him was just too much to bear. He didn’t need anyone’s sympathy or compassion, especially hers.
“Everyone has things in their past they’d rather forget I have a fair idea of what you might have done,” she said.
He laughed, his voice twisted and filled with pain. “You have no idea. And I’m not going to enlighten you. You’re some lily-white debutante whose life was destroyed by the lack of an available husband. You’re looking for a man to take care of you; that’s why you became a mail-order bride.”
“That’s not fair!” she said. “My choices were limited, to say the least.”
“So why did you wait so long?” he questioned. “The war has been over for ten years. Surely you could have found someone before now?”
She swallowed nervously. “I had my parents to take care of, and there was Pinewood, our plantation, to see about. Then Mother became sick, and I had to care for her.”
“Excuses, lady. You could have married.”
“Why didn’t you?” she said, her voice loud and strident.
“Because I’m not the marrying kind.” He continued on, wanting to hurt her for making him feel, for making him want things he knew he could never have. “I’m not the kind of man a woman wants to tie herself permanently to.”
“Even men who aren’t the marrying kind fall in love and marry eventually.” She stood and walked to his side, her white nightgown flowing around her hips. Her eyes flashed indignantly at him. She stopped right before him. “I’ve waited years for a husband. To have someone to wake up in my arms each morning, a baby to rock to sleep. Isn’t this what all women dream of? So why am I so bad for wanting the same things?”
“You’re not as long as you know I’m not good husband material.” He took a deep breath and tried not to reflect on the circles of pink that he could see through the material. “But you think you can soothe my hurts and make me care about you enough that I’ll change my ways.”
He watched as a rosy flush covered her face. Her hands were clenched at her side.
“I don’t give a fig about your hurts.”
Tanner didn’t want to stop. He wanted to inflict on her the pain she had made him feel. “You think that beneath this rough exterior there’s a man worth saving, worth turning into a husband. You’re wrong.”
God, how he wanted her even when she was pushing him, making him feel things he’d long forgotten. He still wanted to feel her arms around him even as he was trying his best to push her away.
“I have a man waiting for me. Why would I want a coldhearted bastard like you?”
“Because the man you have waiting for you doesn’t make you feel like this.” He pulled her in his arms, and she struggled against him.
“I don’t want to feel this,” she whispered her voice emphatic.
“Oh, yes, you do.”
“Bastard!”
He laughed. “Call me that again—later.”
Tanner lowered his lips to hers in a kiss that was both torture and pleasure. Torture because he could never have her and pleasure because nothing could stop him from taking her.
His kiss was rough as he held her face between his hands, holding her immobile as he took her lips between his own. With a sense of urgency, he traced her mouth with his tongue as if to burn the feel of her lips into his memory.
He’d resisted her for what seemed like forever, and he refused to wait any longer.
His hands became tangled in the mass of curls that hung almost to her waist, and he clenched them, holding her even tighter. Savagely, he slanted his mouth over hers. She was stiff and resistant, and he stroked her tender lips until they were pliant and yielding beneath his. Reluctantly, she wound her arms around his neck.
She tasted of peppermint and soap, of hidden pleasures and forbidden desires. She leaned into him, meshing her body against his until she suddenly broke away from his kiss.
“Coldhearted bastard!”
“You bet I am,” he said sealing her lips with his once again.
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A RELUCTANT BRIDE
At the sound of the rapid knock, Tucker glanced up from the paperwork on his desk. Why did the sight of Sarah always cause his heart to give a small leap? She stood in the doorway, her face red, her body taut, something was dreadfully wrong.
“Can I come in?” Her voice was polite and brisk.
Tucker jumped up from behind the desk and hurried around to greet her. “What’s wrong? You wouldn’t have come if there wasn’t a problem”
He could see the tension in her body in the way she walked toward him carrying a small tin.
“What’s in there?” he asked, afraid of the answer.
“This is what’s the matter,” she said, laying the tin on the desk and pulling off the lid. Then she reached inside a layer of white tissue paper and pulled out his mother’s bridal veil.
Tucker cringed. “I tried to warn you.”
Sarah watched him, a frustrated expression on her beautiful face. “I was bluntly honest with her, and she didn’t hear me. She had the gall to ask me to wear the thing when I marry you!”
Tucker stared at her, thoughts racing through his mind. How could he honor his plan to help Sarah find another man when his own mother was so determined to see him wed to Sarah? And when all he could think of was the chance to kiss her again.…
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Table of Contents
Preview The Burnett Brides Series:
The Rancher Takes A Bride
The Outlaw Takes A Bride
The Marshal Takes A Bride
Table of Contents
Preview The Burnett Brides Series:
The Rancher Takes A Bride
The Outlaw Takes A Bride
The Marshal Takes A Bride
