Desperate woman seeks helps from a stranger. #romance, #TexasRomance, #historical @anitaphilmar
Furious with her in-laws’ demands to marry her deceased husband’s brother, Sadie Pepperman heads for the Trinity River with a friend to escape the pressure of their unsolicited advice.
Seeking an adventure, Callum Murphy and his friend, Marcus Goodman, are heading to the Gulf of Mexico to join the confederate army. Their quiet camp is interrupted by a lady’s scream. Spotting a woman in the swiftly moving water, Marcus jumps to the rescue, followed almost immediately by the rumble of wagon wheels along the dirt path, accompanied by a beautiful lady calling for help.
Attempting to save her friend, Sadie meets Callum and joins forces. Only to discover their friends are being hauled onto a steamship. Eager to get away from temptation, she turns to leave and twists her ankle. The agonizing pain leaves her with the inability to walk. To avoid asking her in-laws for help, she offers Callum a place to stay if he’ll help with her farm’s chores.
Enamored with the lady, he discovers she has a few issues; crops to bring in from the fields, a sex starved brother-in-law, and a body which inflames his desire. One problem, however, worries him. Can he convince her to forget the other rascals in her life and give him a chance?
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Convinced she felt the same connection he did, he lifted a questioning brow. “What if I ask for something more?”
A wayward hand rode up the column of her neck and her teeth tormented her lower lip. “Like what?”
Gasping, she sputtered out, “You’ve got to be loco. I’m, uh...”
Tossing her dress into the back of the wagon, he stepped closer, crowding between her thighs. “You’ve gone too long without a man. You need relief.”
Shaking her head in a quick denial, she lifted a hand toward him off. “I’m a widow woman, and my in-laws live nearby. They don’t approve of anything I do, especially of me having a lover.”
Her fingers, pressing against his chest, drew him closer. Wrapping his hands around her face, he stared into her brown eyes dotted with specks of green. “You’re right. They’ll suspect we’re sleeping together even if we’re not, as long as I’m staying at your place.”
“Yes, but I’ll know the truth.” Dropping her gaze, her hands slid to his waist.
Sucking in a quick breath, he imagined her working the buckle of his belt free. “We won’t make it a day. Hell, I want to tear off your bloomers right now and dive into you.”
A small, seductive yelp rumbled in her throat before escaping through her lips. “But I’m not the type of woman you’d like. I’m plain.”
Surprised by the comment, he dropped his mouth over hers and nipped at the succulent treat before whispering, “No, you’re gorgeous.”
The brief contact drew a small whimper from her. The breathy sound rode through him, spreading a blaze down his throat and into his gut, much like the invasive warmth of a shot of whiskey. But unlike the pure malt liquor, the heat dipped lower and settle between his legs, inflaming his loins. Guiding his hands down her back, he tugged her closer. The opening between her knees widened, and he rocked the evidence of his arousal against the cradle of her heat.
Noticing how her hazel eyes had deepened to a dark green, he edged closer until a brush of warm air caressed his lips. Needing another kiss as much as he did his next breath, he captured her mouth and savored the crisp, tangy flavor layered with the spice of cinnamon. Seduced by her sinful taste, he dove deeper and drank thirstily at her lips until the pressure of her hands and the slight turn of her head ended the kiss.
Burying her head against his chest, she rocked it back and forth as mumbled words played over his skin. “You don’t understand. I’m not allowed to satisfy my needs. I have too many responsibilities, a farm to run, and...”
The hunger running through her comment vibrated across his nerve endings and convinced him to take what they both desired. Easing her onto the floor of the buckboard, he aligned his body along hers and nipped at her mouth to silence her argument. “Shhh, just relax for a moment.”
Soothing her with a gentle touch, he glided his hands to her waist. His fingers ran over the string holding her bloomers in place. “Just allow me to give you some relief.”
Panting, she set her hand over his. “But we’ve just met.”
Rolling his hand over, he captured hers and smiled. “I know and you still haven’t told me your name.”
Desperate woman seeks helps from a stranger…but can she escape loosing her heart to this sexy stranger.
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Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day, and a dreamer by night, she wants her readers to see the world in a new way. With the influence of her children’s sci-fi programs, she likes to play with diverse cultures and places where anything can happen. She enjoys bringing hot romantic moments to life in a variety of genre, such as historical westerns, paranormal suspense, and contemporary murder mysteries.
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