Fresh Start












ISBN Print: 978-1-60154-307-3
Page Count: 240
Word Count: 0
MSRP: 6.00


All Sara Robbins wants is a little independence and a chance to lick her wounds in peace, but with her domineering mother breathing down her neck and the humiliation of being left at the altar, she’s certainly not going to get that in Texas. What’s a girl to do but pack a bag and move to Montana for a fresh start? She takes a job teaching in a one-room on the McCurry ranch, and within a a few hours of meeting rancher Daniel McCurry, sparks are flying. Sparks that will lead to passion as the two of them find their way to true love.

Rose
PRINT ISBN 1-60154-307-7
(240 pages) Spicy

Excerpt

I stepped toward the door and closed it. She looked up at me, surprised but not scared. “Go ahead and say it, Daniel. I've messed up. I've tried to do the right thing since I got here but, apparently, I've screwed up somewhere. What is it? Matthew and Rebecca? Buck? Just tell me and get it over with.”

She stood perfectly still, braced for whatever criticism she thought I'd hurl at her. After only a second's thought, I curled my fingers into the afghan and pulled her toward me. “I said I came to thank you, not gripe at you.”

Her face was inches away from mine, her eyes focused on a button on my shirt. “And?” she challenged.

“And to tell you that I'm glad you're staying.”

Her eyes met mine. I moved my hands up to her face and held it, then lowered my mouth to hers.

She tasted so sweet and warm, like lying in sun-warmed grass on a late spring day. Her arms went around my neck and I pulled her close to me, enjoying the feel of her body molding itself against mine.

The afghan fell to the floor and I ran my hands down the smooth cotton fabric of her nightgown, feeling her back and the soft curve of her hips and backside. She stepped back from me, a look of uncertainty in her eyes.

I pulled her back and held her close. When I moved my head to kiss her again, she shook her head. “No,” she whispered, “I—”

“I know what you're going to say. Enough for now. But I'm not finished with you, Sara Robbins.”

She smiled and touched my cheek with her fingers, then studied me as though trying to read my mind. But it was a lucky thing she couldn't. Otherwise, she would have seen my naked desire. At that moment, my body ached to feel her writhing with pleasure under me. The idea of making love to Sara was growing hard and fast, just like a certain part of my anatomy.

Best keep my desire in check for the moment. I opened the door, slipped outside, and took the four steps from her bedroom door to mine. When I looked back, she stood in the doorway, watching me. “You know where I'm at if you change your mind,” I said.




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