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Afghanistan took her husband, so Abby will do anything to save their child.

Haunted by the death of her soldier husband in Afghanistan and the malice of her in-laws, Abby Palmer is on the run with her baby. She doesn’t believe in happily ever-afters.

Ethan Alexander’s fiancée defrauded him out of millions then dumped him. He is in no mood to be kind to anyone.

He meets up with Abby and against his better judgement helps her.

Will the cynical tycoon and the young war widow let their wounded hearts stand in the way of future happiness?


Mid-morning, rugged up against the chill, Abby and Rosie set off for the fifteen minute walk to the cemetery. A cold wind gusted along the street, and the sky hung heavy with dark clouds, but the rain held off. The wheels of the baby stroller squeaked slightly on the cobblestoned footpath.

It was an old graveyard set in the grounds of a ruined church that had been bombed during the Second World War. Only a couple of walls still stood, blackened and scarred, yet a stained glass window, overlooking where the altar would have been, was intact. It depicted an angel with wings spread protectively around a child playing on the edge of a cliff.

She pushed open the lichen-covered gate and made her way to Robbie’s grave. The white wooden cross stood amidst ancient headstones. Grass had grown over the mound of soil.

The inscription read: Robert Palmer aged 24. A fallen soldier.

“Oh Robbie.” Leaving Rosie strapped in the stroller, she picked up the small bunch of Daphne and inhaled the beautiful perfume. She placed it next to Hazel’s tribute from yesterday, a couple of purple flowers hidden between a mass of green leaves.

“Why did you have to die and leave us alone?” she murmured. “I can’t stay with your parents; they’re plotting to get rid of me so they can have Rosie to themselves. I have to get away.” She knelt on the ground and rested her hand on the cross. “I know using your headstone as a way of getting money is despicable, but I can’t think of anything else.” She blinked back tears. “I love you Robbie, I always will, and I don’t want to leave you, but for Rosie’s sake I must. Your parents wouldn’t even let me have your medals; that’s how much they hate me.”

Silence hung heavy over the graveyard, intermittently broken by Rosie’s gurgling and a blackbird singing from the bare branch of a huge tree. In the distance traffic hummed.

“Goodbye my darling. I don’t know when or if I will come here again, but know this. I will never forget you, and I swear to take care of Rosie, and tell her all about her brave daddy.” Sobs shook her body, and it wasn’t only the cold that chilled her, but what the Palmers planned to do so they could keep Rosie. Escape was the only option, but fear of what the future held rested like lead in her stomach.

Back at the Palmer’s cottage, Abby stuffed as much as she could into Rosie’s pink nappy bag. Disposable nappies, a few jars of baby food, and a couple of changes of clothes for the baby. She hurried over to her underwear drawer and her heart turned to stone. She always kept her panties folded in half and neatly stacked, but they had been moved. Who would do such a thing? Hazel? Not likely, but Bob, she had seen him skulking around outside her room on a couple of occasions.

Bile rose up in her throat. Was he one of those sexual deviates? On several occasions she had caught him staring at her breasts. She had to get away from this evil. If only she could get a flight for tomorrow.

She grabbed a handful of underwear, a long sleeved top and a couple of T-shirts and stuffed them in the bag then hid it in the wardrobe, ready to go if she was lucky enough to get a flight for tomorrow.





Woman of Substance in 1 minute 23 seconds

Woman of Substance by Annette Bower published by Soul Mate Publishing

Sweet, contemporary women’s fiction with romantic elements.



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Happy holidays to all! If you are looking for sweet and funny reads, try one–or all three–of my Aunt Maddie’s Castle stories. Digital versions are only 99 cents from Rogue Phoenix Press,, Barnes & Noble, and other online e-tailers.

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Brenda, a classical musician, is looking for a roommate to help alleviate the costs of living in expensive Southern California. She is also attempting to fend off the attention of her amorous, bullying conductor, deal with her meddling family, and understand her feelings for Greg, the building’s sexy young owner.

Rosy, a nurse, recently arrived from Australia, hates the Vietnam War, in particular what it has done to her patients. She agrees to room with Brenda to save money.

Can a war protestor and war supporter live peaceably under one roof? And why is Rosy unable to shake her attraction to her gorgeous, unconscious patient, Jack?




Jack’s eyes drooped. Rosy watched as he seemed to be spirited away back to the War.

“I will never forget one little girl, Binh Lue. She lived with her grandparents in a village in the Que Son Mountains. She was about four or five. She was so sad, wouldn’t come to us the way the other kids did. It took me a week of gentle persuasion before she would come and sit on my lap by the fire and listen to the men playing handmade wooden instruments.”

Jack gazed deep into Rosy’s eyes. “You would have loved her. She was tiny with a little button nose and the bluest eyes.”

“Blue? Is that common?”

“Her father was an American soldier and she had been left in the village to try to protect her from Viet Cong. Trouble was, the bastards were everywhere.” Tears welled in his eyes.

“What happened?”

“Clark, Steven and I were on patrol in thick jungle around the village perimeter, about half mile out, when we heard a bomb explode. Viet Cong were bombing the village. By the time we got back there every hut was on fire. It was beyond our control, no-one was left alive. It was a fuckin’ slaughter. We headed back into the jungle with plans to radio our unit the following day. Binh had somehow survived and followed us. We didn’t know until we heard a click. She had stepped on a mine.”

“Oh God.” Rosy’s hand flew to her mouth.

“We raced back towards the sound. Clark and Steven got there first and when Binh saw her friends, she started towards them. We screamed at her to stand still but she couldn’t understand us. The mine exploded and we were all blown into the air with the force. There were only fragments of Binh’s body left and I buried the pieces I could find. I started to drag Clark and Steven back to the village but I could only go a few feet each day before I passed out. I hoped if I got us to the village, some of our unit would eventually come to check why they hadn’t heard from us. I don’t know how long it was before some soldiers found us and we got help.”

Jack began sobbing. Rosy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him into her arms. She ran her hands up and down his back and silently grieved with him. She couldn’t begin to understand the horrors he had borne witness to. No wonder the man was troubled by nightmares.

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Adult Excerpt from Stately Pleasures by Lucy Felthouse

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Here’s an excerpt from my M/F/M BDSM erotic romance novel, Stately Pleasures. It’s one of my favourite scenes from the book. I mean, sex in a library? How can I not love that? ;)


statelypleasures (2)Ethan stood and walked over to one side of the room, grasping the rolling ladder which reached up to the very top shelves of the library. He manoeuvred it so it was facing the wall, then locked the wheels. He turned and nodded at Jeremy, who took Alice’s arm and led her over to Ethan and the newly secured ladder. Positioning her in front of the ladder, facing its steps, Jeremy pulled the binds they’d used in the dining room – or at least ones that looked the same – from his pocket and handed one to Ethan.

Between them, they encouraged Alice up the first step of the ladder – mercifully, it was more like a flight of mobile stairs, with flat wooden slats instead of rungs, otherwise it would have hurt her bare feet – then secured her wrists to the handrails. Crooking her neck so she could look under her arm, she could see that she was just a little way off the floor, with her arse pointing out into the room in all its fleshy glory.

She wondered if she was positioned this way so her bottom was in a good spanking position, but she racked her brain to remember this particular task and couldn’t recall any kind of corporal punishment. She pressed her lips together hard to suppress a smirk – if she couldn’t remember, then there was a good chance that this was a nice, straightforward task with nothing untoward involved at all. Except being naked and bound to some rolling steps in a library, of course. And hopefully being given a good seeing-to.

Nobody spoke for a few minutes, but Alice was aware of activity behind her – she suspected it was the two men mouthing plans to one another and using their hands to emphasise their meaning. Though she wasn’t sure why they were bothering to keep it from her if they thought she already knew what was going to happen. Perhaps they’d changed the plan.

Seconds later, her ordeal began. Only it wasn’t an ordeal. That made it sound bad, and what Alice was experiencing was the complete opposite. Jeremy and Ethan were touching her, lightly. The tips of their fingers swept over the back of her body, from head – well, neck – to toe. Gentle caresses that made her want to writhe madly and had all the tiny hairs on her skin standing up on end. The men continued this for some time, until she was quivering with anticipation. Although by that point her entire body had become an erogenous zone, she couldn’t help but wonder when they were going to touch her between her legs, or on her breasts. But she kept quiet – they were running the show, and if past experience was anything to go by, whatever they had planned would be well worth the wait.

Soon, the men upped the ante. They replaced their hands with their mouths. Kissed, licked, and nibbled their way over the skin they’d already sensitised with their fingers. Alice began to wish she was sitting down. All the stimulation was giving her shaky legs. And, despite the fact they hadn’t even been close to it yet – except for Jeremy’s earlier brief touch – her pussy was so wet that juices were leaking down the insides of her thighs. She pressed her thighs together to stop the trickle going any further, and to try and get some stimulation on her severely neglected clit.

‘Hey!’ Jeremy said, slapping her arse. ‘We’ll have none of that. Trying to get yourself off. Just for that, you can wait a little longer until we touch you where you really need it.’

Alice hung her head. Shit. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait. It wasn’t the first time they’d both teased her before letting her climax, but before, the teasing had been more direct – her tits, her pussy, her thighs. This was just torture. The closest they’d currently got to her pussy was her arse cheeks. Part of her wanted them to start spanking her bum and thighs – at least the pain would transport into the kind of intense pleasure that might eventually make her climax. If she was lucky.

She arched her back, hoping the sight of her plump backside being thrust out would tempt one of them. Ethan laughed. ‘Mate, look at this. She’s desperate. Gagging for it. Begging us without using any words. Clever girl. Shall we put her out of her misery?’

Aiming another slap at her arse cheek, Jeremy then moved around to the side of the ladder and looked at Alice’s face. ‘Is that what you want, Alice? You want to be fucked?’

Past the point of caring whether she came across as desperate or not, she nodded eagerly.

Jeremy chuckled. ‘I thought so. But here’s another question for you. Which one of us would you like? Me? Ethan? Or maybe both?’


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Hawaiian Murder


Murder Hawaiian StyleBlurb:

Senior Detective Atoni Grind and Senior Constable Grinch Kapule are two handsome police officers

who are called in to solve murder cases on the Hawaiian island of Oahu.

Grind is the lead detective of Task Force Akamai, Grinch is the senior Police Constable.

When a young girl is murdered and left on the edge of a Diamond Head cliff, the two men work together solving the mystery.

By day they solve crime, by night they pleasure each other.



Corporal Grinch Kapule groaned as the radio crackled to life and the dispatcher’s voice reverberated over the airways. He had been looking forward to dropping the police vehicle back at the station and heading home. He had a third anniversary celebration planned. Soft candlelight, a lobster and seafood dinner, good champagne and a night of fabulous fucking. Now his plans were shot to shit.

“Did you hear any of that Grinch? You looked like you were miles away.” His new Junior Officer partner, Anuhea Miller – known as Ana, asked. She had recently moved to the city, having previously been posted to a station on the North Shore. It was only their second shift together as members of Task Force Akamai.

Task Force Akamai consisted of a Senior and Junior Detective, a Corporal and three Junior Officers. They were pulled from normal duties to investigate, and hopefully solve, murder or any other capital crime which occurred in the Islands. Grinch’s previous partner had moved on to study Law. Ana was his replacement.

Grinch cringed, he had been miles away. “Sorry, I was thinking about something else.”

“Hikers have found a body. It’s caught up on rocks on the beach side of the Diamond Head crater near the Beach Park. We’ve been ordered there. Detectives are en route.”

Grinch flipped a switch, the siren and flashing lights burst into life. He checked the traffic and swung the vehicle around before speeding down Kalalaua Road towards Diamond Head.

“Lē’ahi,” he corrected.


“That’s what the locals call Diamond Head. Lē’ahi. The name is Hawaiian for tuna’s dorsal fin. They insisted that was what the crater looked like.”

“So why does everyone else call it Diamond Head?”

“British Sailors named it Diamond Head a few centuries ago. They thought the quartz they saw from their ships, which was flashing in the sunlight, was a diamond and the name was born. It stuck, but locals with a long history on Oahu only ever call it Le’ahi.”

Grinch slowed as they neared Honolulu Zoo. An elderly man and his wife tottered across the road. As soon as they had passed safely, his foot jammed down on the accelerator.

As they merged onto Beach Road, a large crowd captured their attention. People stood peering over the edge of the volcanic, rocky crags.

“I’d guess that’s where the body is,” Ana said.

Grinch pulled the vehicle onto the shoulder of the road and screeched to a stop. “Radio the station. Tell them we need crowd control. The area will have to be cordoned off. The Detectives will hit the roof if they arrive and find their crime scene contaminated by onlookers. The last thing we need is for someone to slip and join whoever it is down there.”

Ana reached for the radio on her shoulder, pressed the button and relayed her new boss’s instructions to the dispatcher.

Grinch stepped from the car, checked his Glock semi- automatic pistol was secure in his holster, and strode to the center of the milling crowd. He turned, his back to where the side of the crater dropped into the ocean. “Folks, I need you to move way back. Unless you have information about what has happened here, I would like you to return to your vehicles or homes.”

The people in the crowd muttered and groaned but gradually dispersed, leaving only one couple behind.

“We found the body, Officer.” A young man, who Grinch estimated was in his mid-twenties, and a young woman around the same age, stood before him. It was clear they were shaken and he assumed they were the couple who had phoned the crime in.

Ana joined her partner, pen and notebook in hand. Grinch excused himself to check on the victim while Ana spoke with the young couple.

“I walked to the edge so Dylan could take a photo with the water behind me. We’re on our honeymoon and were taking a walk before dinner,” the young woman began. “I saw something red and leaned over to take a closer look. That’s when I saw her. Dylan phoned you straight away and no-one has been down there.”

“Good. Did you see anyone in the area?” Ana asked.

Dylan and his new wife glanced at each other. “No, there was no-one close by. When Marilyn screamed, people came rushing from all directions.”

Ana scribbled in her note book. “If you think of anything at all, please call the station.” She wrote down their names and contact numbers before allowing them to leave. She made her way to where Grinch crouched, peering over the edge.

She squatted beside him. The body was that of a young woman. The red top she had been wearing was in tatters and her golden breasts were exposed as she lay, trapped in the rocks. A large black mole was visible on her right shoulder. Water gently lapped over her. Whatever she’d been wearing on the bottom half of her body was gone.

“She hasn’t been here long,” Grinch said. He pointed down and Ana followed the line of his hand. “Her skin is only slightly puckered which indicates she hasn’t been here long. She doesn’t look burnt either, yet she is fully exposed to the sun.”

A car screeched to a stop behind them, the two officers swung around. It was the task force Detectives. Within seconds, two more police cars arrived and the Coroner’s Office vehicle. An ambulance brought up the rear.

Grinch and Ana approached the Detectives who climbed from their car.

“Officer’s,” the deep honeyed voice greeted.

Grinch pulled Ana closer. “Ana, this is Senior Detective Atoni Grind and his partner Detective Roger Kamaka. This is Junior Officer, Anuhea Miller. Ana, as she likes to be known, has just been transferred to our task force from the North Shore station.”

The Detectives shook hands with the shapely young police officer.

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Inspiration for Matrix Crystal Hunters


Janice Seagraves


My book, Matrix Crystal Hunters, was inspired by a trip to the Mohave Desert when I was in the sixth grade.

It was a family vacation. My dad had recently retired. He had what they now call rheumatoid arthritis. Back then it was arthritis and bursitis. Basically, his joints were worn away and what was left was badly inflamed. This is the worst news for a top body and fender man like my dad. He slowly went down the list of jobs you can do at the shop, until he was left pushing a broom. Even that got to be too much for his joints. He ached every day. The aspirin he took ate up his stomach. Even the shots the doctors gave fail to give him much relief. The trip was to discover if the Mohave was a good place to move to for my dad’s condition. It wasn’t, but that’s another story for another time.

It was a great trip for the most part. My dad modified a van. By modifying, I mean he welded in L-brackets, sawed a plywood board to set across it, and then had foam cut to fit. My mom sewed a cover for the mattress. This became a bunk bed for my sister and myself to sleep on. My parents’ bed was a full size mattress that went underneath. The ice chest my dad took fishing was our refrigerator and the camp stove went along to cook our meals on.

We headed out to Arizona and Nevada. Since my dad loved to fish, we stopped at every major lake across the Mojave Desert. And yes, the desert does have lakes. We also stopping at historical places along the way, so it became an educational experience for my sister and me.

I remember a shop called the Rock Hound and used its name for my heroine’s parents’ store. We also rock hunted along the great Colorado River, which I also mention in my book. I learned what geography means and how the desert was made. We stopped by a huge old cement building, long abandoned and roofless. It also found a place on my book.

Then it rained. We were stuck in our van for three days as it poured outside. Two young girls stuck in a van with their parents. That got a bit dicey. When it stopped raining, the desert bloomed in brilliant colors. The rain also brought out the colors of the rocks and desert formations.


Team Alpha Three’s spaceship is out of power after fighting a wormhole, and parked on the primitive world of Zenevieva. With half the team sick from radiation poisoning, the team commander entrust geologist, Maya Gladstone, to find enough matrix crystals to power up their spacecraft, so they can go home to Earth.  Vach Namaste of the powerful Clan Namaste, a native of the planet, has desired the lovely Maya since she stepped off the spaceship on that astonishing day a year ago. He’s hounded her every step since. As Hymeneal Night approaches, he makes plans to take her as his bride… willing or not.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s a bow in the rock wall.” He backed up, causing Maya to withdraw. “I’m bigger than the last time I went through here, but that was several years ago when my cousin, Xeno, brought me.”

He handed her the flashlight.

“Is there another way?” She shone the light around, noting how the crevice narrowed overhead.

“Not that I know of.” He grunted, trying to remove his robe, but there wasn’t much room to maneuver.

“Here, let me help you.” Maya pulled the robe off his shoulder. “Surely the ancients didn’t come through here?” She jerked one sleeve down over his hand and then reached to get the other side too, but found herself wedged between the rock wall and his hard body. Fighting the impulse to feel his muscles, she managed to get his other sleeve down.

“If there’s another entrance, it must have been blocked a long time ago.” He started to pull his tunic off, but struggled, thanks to his big arms and the lack of room. “Can you help me with my shirt?”

As Vach lifted his arms over his head, Maya grabbed a handful of cloth so she could lift the material high over his shoulders. “What are you going to do? Strip down and lube yourself with my cooking oil?”

“No.” He chuckled, his voice muffled by the shirt. “But that’s a good idea.”

With his arms up, Maya got a whiff of his spicy, male scent. It always surprised her that the Zeemen didn’t stink after exertion as humans did. I wouldn’t mind rubbing his body down with oil. Warmth spiraled through her middle. She bit her lip. Keep your mind on business and not on being in a tight spot with a handsome Zeeman.

Vach stuck his clothes in the tote and then sidestepped through the narrow opening. Grunting as he pushed past the bow, he finally got through.

Maya approached the bend and realized it was about breast height on her. No wonder Vach had a problem, with his deep chest and heavily muscled back.

Contemplating the aperture, she stood on tiptoe but couldn’t get high enough. Finally, she squatted down but then found she needed to keep her knees bent out sideways. Oh no, not awkward at all.

She managed a few crab steps before she got stuck. Vach grabbed her arm to pull her the rest of the way through. Her hiking boots slid over the loose gravel, while her thighs took the strain. He helped her to stand, leaving his hands placed on her waist as she leaned against the wall, panting. “I don’t know how we’re going to manage that going back.”

“At least we know it’s there.” His breath puffed against her face. It smelled of mint.

He must have used my toothpaste. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

With an electric jolt, Maya realized her shirt had risen up and Vach’s hands were resting on her bare skin. She became hyperaware of his scent, his closeness and the fact that he wore no shirt.

Moving even closer toward her in the confined space, he whispered in her ear. “I like the smell of your hair.”

His hand slid further under her shirt, gliding over her ribs.

Heat went through her as she rested her hand on his shoulder. “It’s my shampoo.”

“It’s nice.”

“You can borrow it sometime.”


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Loving Double


Roberts Vixen Boxed Set KTwo great authors have combined to give you two very different Erotic Romance stories.

Becky’s Master is set in Colonial Australia while Mastering Justice is set in Modern Day Sydney.

Note: This book contains explicit sexual description and is suitable for 18+ only.

Becky Gentry is desperate to escape her brutal owner.

She makes a bargain with English buccaneer, Ethan Harvey, to take her to safety on his ship.

It costs him his betrothed and his fortune.

He vows to make Becky pay, but all she has to barter is her body.

What will happen when the sex slave falls in love with her Master?

Will she ever make it back home to England?


Moses Jordan is a part African American, Billionaire Computer Geek.  He is also in charge, her Dom.

Imogen Walters is a tall, leggy blonde who practices law. She is his property, his Sub.

They share a fifth floor luxury apartment overlooking Sydney Harbour. She drives a Mercedes, he drives a Ferrari.

She practices law with confidence and is in command, until she steps through the door of their home.

He has vowed to never release her. Does she want to be freed?


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Warning: Contains explicit sexual description and BDSM. Strictly for 18+

Moses Jordan is a part African American, Billionaire Computer Geek.

He is also in charge, her Dom. Imogen Walters is a tall, leggy blonde who practices law.

She is his property, his Sub.

They share a fifth floor luxury apartment overlooking Sydney Harbour.

She drives a Mercedes, he drives a Ferrari.

She practices law with confidence and is in command, until she steps through the door of their home. He has vowed to never release her.

Does she want to be freed?



Imogen glanced across the courtroom. He was seated in the public gallery. Muscles bunched under his shirt, his long black hair hung down to his shoulders and his chocolate brown eyes locked with hers. Warmth pooled in her pussy, she found it difficult to concentrate knowing his hungry gaze was watching her every move.

Moses tilted his lips into a grin, he had noticed Imogen squirming uncomfortably when she had first noticed him. The beautiful, tall, leggy blonde rose from her chair, turned her back and began fiddling with papers. He knew he was being unfair. This was an important trial for his sub. It involved the Mayor’s son and could make or break her brilliant career.

Imogen breathed deeply. She couldn’t let her clients down by being distracted. I will talk to Moses tonight. I can’t have him attending this trial and distracting me.

“Please rise for the Honourable Judge Dalton O’Malley,” a voice from the front of the courtroom announced.

Imogen came to attention and when she dared to take a quick peek in the direction of the gallery, she noticed Moses had left. She breathed deep with relief. 

Moses strolled outside into the bright sunshine. He had done what he had come to do, unnerve his sub. She needed to be kept informed of who was in charge at all times. He smiled to himself as he headed for his favourite café at Circular Quay.

He would enjoy a latté while he drank in the first warmth of summer and made plans for tonight. She would pay for daring to turn her back on him.

He weaved his way down George Street, smiling at several women and girls as he went. He was well aware his physique attracted interest but he had the only woman he wanted.Maybe she could come home and find another woman in the apartment? That would remind her that I am in charge and it would punish her for turning her back on me. 

Moses dismissed the thought of another female. It would devastate Imogen and, although she had to be disciplined, he would never be cruel.

He entered the café on the waterfront and was immediately shown to a table overlooking the harbour. The view was magnificent as water sparkled in the sunlight and vessels of every shape, colour and size floated in all directions. Moses was content. He picked up the daily paper which had been placed down with his latté and began reading.

He would not pick Imogen up from the trial as planned. He would meet her at home and put his plan into action.

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Hello and Happy Holidays party people!  Today I’m sharing another excerpt from HOME FIRES! Hope you enjoy and have a great Friday night!

BLURB: Cord Matthews sets his sights on the open Montana Territory when the War Between the States rips everything from him. Olivia Bartlett, the only woman he’s ever loved, has been killed–a cross marks the place where she lies buried. Cord builds a new dream, but a ghost from his past won’t let him forget what his heart wanted most.

Olivia, forced to flee her Virginia home, finds new purpose as a nurse to the wounded at Fort Laramie, Wyoming Territory. War and separation haven’t diminished her love for Cord Matthews, or her stubborn belief that he is coming for her. Danger threatens once more with the impending arrival of a new commander at Fort Laramie–a man who has already tried to kill her once. Olivia flees to Montana Territory, seeking refuge.

Reunited on the Montana frontier, can Cord and Olivia hold tight to their love and defeat the man who seeks to destroy them both?

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Cord spurred Gentleman at full bore back into the fort. His gaze pinpointed Livy talking to a sergeant in front of the fort’s bakery. He let loose a Rebel yell. The war whoop sent soldiers grabbing for their side arms, and Cord prayed he didn’t get himself shot.
Livy angled her head toward the ruckus and her lips parted in a silent scream. Her head swiveled on her neck one way then the other. Her gaze searched for an escape.
“Oh, no, you don’t Livy.”
More alive than he’d been in eight years, Cord leaned to the side until only two things kept him from meeting the ground: his legs gripping Gentleman, and the fact this was a trick he and his mount enacted many times before. They reached Livy. Reconciled to her fate, she relaxed her stance like she had a thousand times before. With one arm, Cord swept her off the dirt, plopping her in front of him, at the same time pulling the reins to bring Gentleman to a short stop. He slammed his lips on hers; cutting off any tirade she planned. He smiled against her lips when she melted into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Like the trick with Gentleman, kissing Livy was something he’d done a thousand times each time experiencing the same explosion of energy like it was the first time.
When he came up for air, his body shook with wanting her. Cord inhaled then re-leased a deep breath.
“What I meant to say in there was, I love you Livy Bartlett, and I’ve been slowly dyin’ these past four years. I prayed for this miracle, then acted like a damned fool when that prayer was answered. I’m goin’ dance with you. Yes, ma’am—and then, I’m goin’ to marry you that very night. You rest up, lady, because I’ve got years of loving you stored up, and I’m not goin’ to give you much rest once I get you home.”
She framed his face with her hands and rested her forehead under his chin. Her breath was warm against his neck. “I’ve been dreaming of just that all these years.”
He squeezed her tight, indulging in the pleasure of holding more than her memory as he reined Gentleman to one of the larger buildings on the fort. Her breath tickled his skin in a deep exhale, and he held her hand as she slipped off Gentleman in front of the fort’s hospital. Cord tipped his hat.
“I believe I promised you horses and babies, Livy. I aim to keep that promise. I’m go-in’ to keep you busy workin’ on both.”
Livy brushed a kiss over the knuckles of his hand. He turned Gentleman back toward the gate, but this time, he twisted in his saddle so he could look back and yelled. “I love you Livy Bartlett! I surely do love you!”
“I love you, too, Cord Matthews!” she hollered back, and Cord’s heart resurrected.
He rode past Tom and tipped his hat. “Major Brennan, good day.”
Tom saluted. “Captain.” His booming laughter followed Cord.
Jake’s smile exposed almost all the boy’s teeth. “That was some ridin’, Mr. Mat-thews. And, whoo-hee, that was some kiss.”
“Jake, the first thing you’ve got to learn about being a cowboy is there are long hours of quiet solitude. Why don’t we practice that for a bit?” He nudged Gentleman forward.






KirstenLynn       Kirsten Lynn writes stories based on the people and history of the West, more specifically those who live and love in Wyoming and Montana. Using her MA in Naval History, Kirsten, weaves her love of the West and the military together in many of her stories, merging these two halves of her heart. When she’s not roping, riding and rabble-rousing with the cowboys and cowgirls who reside in her endless imagination, Kirsten works as a professional historian.


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