Tex – Dixie Reapers MC # 6

Tex — I made a mistake fifteen years ago, one that could have landed my ass in jail. Instead, ITex Cover Small made a deal. I signed away the rights to a child I’d never see, and then I joined the Army, putting the Dixie Reapers and my life in Alabama firmly in my rearview. But now I’m back, and I can’t help but wonder what happened to my son or daughter. What I discover makes my blood run cold, and I vow to do anything in my power to save the daughter I’ve never met. I just didn’t count on rescuing two damsels, or that the second one would look at me with haunted eyes that would make me do something stupid. I’d vowed to never let another woman f**k me over. I just hope I don’t regret letting Kalani into my home and into my life. She has trouble written all over her.
Kalani — I’ve been locked away my entire life. Hillview Asylum looks presentable enough on the outside, but I know firsthand about the horrors inside those walls. I’d always expected I’d die there, until he came. Not that he was coming for me. I’ve sheltered his daughter, Janessa, as much as possible, and in return I gained her trust and loyalty. I’d have never guessed those two things would save me. Or maybe they didn’t, because now I’m faced with a man who makes me want things I shouldn’t. His club suggested a marriage of convenience, to keep me out of Hillview, but I want more than just his name. I have no doubt this is going to end with my heart shattered at my feet, but he keeps the nightmares away. For the first time in my entire life, I feel safe. Protected. But now I want more… I want to be loved.

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WARNING: Contains strong language, abuse, and other dark elements, as well as explicit sexual content. There is no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed HEA.

A Sneak Peek:

The truck came to a stop just outside a metal gate. It slid open, and the truck pulled through. I didn’t know where we were, and I didn’t care, as long as it wasn’t the asylum. Anything was better than being there. They drove down a winding road and stopped in front of a greenhouse. Flicker got out and opened the back door. Tex held me tight as he stepped out of the truck and began carrying me toward the house. Janessa walked at his side.

“Call the doc,” Tex said. “I think they both need to be checked out.”

My body tensed, and I struggled against him. No, no more doctors. Doctors caused pain. I could feel the panic rising inside me, my heart racing and my lungs feeling like they’d seize at any moment.

“Hey, easy,” Tex crooned at me. “No one’s going to hurt you.”

“Doctors do bad things,” Janessa said softly. “Especially to Kalani.”

Tex looked down at me and gave a slight nod. “All right. No doctors. Not for tonight anyway.”

“Where are you going to put them?” Flicker asked. “Only two of the bedrooms are furnished.”

“Kalani and I can share,” Janessa said.

Tex carried me down a short hall and stepped into a blue bedroom. He eased me down onto the bed, and I winced as pain shot through me again. Janessa moved around to the other side of the bed and crawled in next to me. She stayed close, but not near enough that she’d hurt me.

“You’re safe here,” Tex said. “No one can get into the compound without our permission.”

“Who are you?” I asked.

He smiled a little. “We’re Dixie Reapers, and we take care of our own.”

“But I’m not one of you. I don’t belong to anyone.”

He glanced at his daughter. “She thinks you belong to her, and since she’s mine, I guess that makes you mine too.”

A strange warmth worked its way through me at his words. I’d never been anyone’s before, but as his gaze settled on me again, I decided I didn’t mind being called his. With the bedroom lights on, I could see more details of the men who had rescued us. They were each handsome in their own way, but Tex took my breath away. I’d never considered a man attractive before, not when I knew what they were capable of, but these men had risked their lives to save us. And that made them different.

 

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Alien Intention by Cara Bristol

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Our attraction unleashes a perfect storm…

I’m Stormy Weathers. My love life on Earth is one natural disaster after the other. I’m attracted to bad boys, rebels, commitment-phobes. In a crowd of choirboys, I’ll manage to find the jerk. All I want is a man who’ll love me and my young son, so I’m going to an icy planet to become an alien’s mail-order bride. This time will be different! The chemistry I feel with Romando is electric. It doesn’t matter what my sister or her mate or their tribe says, mutual attraction this strong can’t be wrong, so I’ll do anything to get him…

I’m Romando, an outcast in my own tribe. One rash, angry act turned me into a pariah and almost got me banished. But what everyone resents the most is that I’m one of the lucky few who’ll be getting a mate. The instant Stormy Weathers blows into Dakon with the other Earth females, my horns tingle. She is meant for me, but I resist the instinct to claim her. You see, she’s related to my nemesis responsible for my outcast state. Honor and pride dictate that I reject her as a suitable mate before she undermines my good intentions. If only I could get her out of my mind…

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Alien Intention Excerpt

Holy alien hotness. I couldn’t stop staring at the brooding Dakonian. Leaning against the wall apart from the others, he didn’t mingle and jostle with the rest. Dark, nearly black, waist-length hair swept back from a widow’s peak to reveal pronounced dark brown, leathery horns. He caught me looking at him, and they pulsed!

He stood, literally and figuratively, horns above the others; he was one of the tallest men in the room and the sexiest. A buckskin-like tunic stretched across a broad chest and rippling abs before blending into leggings of the same material to mold long, powerful thighs. The beads and shells fringing the hem of his tunic would have looked silly on other men but, on him, heightened his masculinity, his alienness. It was like he’d wanted to look his best and had dressed up for the occasion—which none of the others had bothered to. Or maybe the adornment signified some special status? Maybe he was a like a tribe leader or something?

“You don’t want Romando, trust me. You came here for a fresh start, remember?” My sister had warned me off him when she noticed my interest.

Romando. A romantic, manly name. And those eyes! They were so brooding, so mysterious. My stomach fluttered.

Sunny meant well, but she and I didn’t go for the same type. She preferred quiet, shy, nice guys. Boring. I had to give her credit this time. She’d done okay with Darq. He had that alien sex appeal going on, although, again, he struck me as sweet. If you brought an alien home to meet Mom and Dad, Darq would be the one they would approve of.

Romando would have gotten me grounded. He was seven-and-a-half feet of alien attitude, captured in an I-don’t-give-a-damn shrug.

Yeah, yeah, I came here to make better choices, but was Romando such a bad one? Weren’t all the Dakonians supposed to be good guys? Loyal, appreciative, family-oriented?

I snuck another peek. Oh baby. I fanned my hot face with one hand and clutched Devon’s with the other. The moment Romando and I made eye contact, my body felt as if it could melt into a puddle of goo. Standing apart from the others, he had an aura of confidence, like he would do whatever he wanted no matter what anybody else thought. He did things his way. Cue Frank Sinatra.

Oh please, pick me. According to my sister and the head alien, Enoki, the men did the choosing. How traditional. How quaint. How…frustrating!

I sought Romando’s gaze, gave a little wave, and smiled. He didn’t smile back, but his eyes smoldered like two hot coals. His horns pulsed. Yep, those babies were throbbing.

I’d screwed up in the past, had gotten involved with the wrong sort of man, but you had to kiss some frogs before you found your prince, right? I’d always believed soul mates existed, that we were all one half of a pair. I’d mistakenly thought I’d met my true love before, but Romando was the real deal. I could feel it. Chemistry this intense couldn’t be wrong.

“If a man does not meet with your approval, you may refuse him, and he will pick somebody else,” Enoki said.

My sister elbowed Darq, who whispered to a man while gesturing to me. I had a bad feeling they were playing matchmaker.

“Mom, what’s happening now?” Devon whispered.

“We’re going to meet Mom’s alien,” I murmured and squeezed his hand.

 

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Cara Bristol writes character-driven science fiction romance with humor, heart, and heat. She loves introducing new readers to science fiction romance and likes to say she writes sci-fi for readers who don’t like sci-fi. She’s been a number one best seller in multiple book categories and has hit the USA Today bestseller list twice! She has three science fiction romance series: the action-packed Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance cyborg series; the dark, intense Breeder series; and the new light and funny Alien Mate series. When she’s not writing (ha ha ha – she’s almost always writing) she enjoys traveling to exotic destinations and chillaxin’ with her favorite reality TV shows. Cara lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband.

 

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Party Animal – Another Roosters Story

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Casey Cox is a porn star legend. Life is a never-ending party and there’s always a hot guy or two willing to play. Then Casey meets the one man who isn’t interested and suddenly it’s a challenge he can’t resist.

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I stared at my reflection in the mirror and gave myself an eight out of ten. All those late nights were finally taking a toll. Would I give them up? Hell no! Life was a never-ending party, and the guest list changed every day. I liked it that way. Variety is the spice of life after all.

But right now, I needed to do damage control. I read somewhere that the eyes are the mirror of the soul. If that was true then my soul must be puffy, wrinkled, and bloodshot. It wasn’t a good look. Thank God for eye drops. A few in each eye made my whites pop. I practiced my sultry green stare in the mirror. Not bad, but the bags had to go. I reached for the Preparation H and applied it liberally. My sister swears by the stuff.

I’d showered and shaved at home, but my hair needed a redo. My trademark look is a messy bedhead, black locks flying every which way. I don’t like to disappoint the fans and it’s easy enough to get the look. It’s all about a good haircut and a few styling tricks, like gel.

I stepped back from the mirror to check out my body. No problems there. Six feet, two inches of lean muscle thanks to an exercise routine that keeps me camera ready. No matter how late I go to bed, I wake up early and use the small gym in my apartment building. A good workout always makes me feel better. Today, we’re shooting early, so I did a short routine, just long enough to break a sweat and get my blood pumping. Then it was SSME, and I’m not talking kinky sex. Shower, shave, moisturize, enema. I like to be clean for the close-up shots.

Yeah, I bare it all, but it’s all for the sake of art. I’m not kidding. One of my first jobs when I came to LA was as an artist’s model. At first, because of my strict upbringing, I was uncomfortable posing nude, but eventually I realized that the human body is a beautiful thing. It was a liberating experience.

Today, I’ve convinced myself that filming is an art form. There are thousands, maybe millions of guys out there staring at my naked body. What I do prompts an emotional response and gives them pleasure, just like other art forms. Art is in the eye of the beholder, after all. It’s one hell of an ego trip.

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Don’t Let Go by Lynn Burke

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Darkest Desires #1

by Lynn Burke

Publisher: Changeling Press

Troy Jenner’s ex called his desire to be dominated sick. Divorced, shamed, and stripped bare of his assets, Troy is gifted a three day pass to Monique’s, Baltimore’s elite sex club. He hopes to discover the depths of his desires, not fall for the Domme with a turbulent past in her eyes.

Barista by day, Mistress by night, Jaycie Atkins is the Domme assigned to fulfill submissive’s fantasies of pain with pleasure. To conquer her childhood trauma, she learned to be powerful and prudent. Always giving, never receiving. Always in control — until Troy’s grateful groans after every whip of her flogger threaten to slip past her Domme defenses. The warmth in his eyes tempting her to trust him like no other.

Will Troy’s patience and persistence in breaking down her walls pay off, or will he be forced to accept the fact Mistress will never let go and give him the collar and second chance at love he longs for?

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I knelt in the middle of the dungeon-like room as I’d seen on the countless BDSM websites I’d been studying the past month, exactly like they’d shown us new subs at the introduction class the evening before. Butt naked, dick already at half-mast because I finally had the chance to explore the darkness inside of me that had killed my ten-year marriage.

As CEO of a prominent software company, I took pride in my self-control and stoic nature. Being a bastard had gotten me up the rung to where I sat comfortably behind a glass desk with windows overlooking Baltimore’s skyline. It had also earned me a nasty divorce a year earlier when my ex-wife took over half of what we owned, leaving me with a broken heart and near-empty bank accounts. At least a constant work load since then had gotten me closer to where I’d been before she’d attempted to wipe me out.

I studied my hands resting on my bare thighs. Springy hair tickled my palms. While the hair on my body remained a dark blond, the previous two years of hell had shot gray through the thick strands on my head and the scruff I couldn’t keep from lining my jaw.

Forty-three and already fucking gray. Wouldn’t help my chance at dating — if I ever got the balls to put myself out there again. I’d been celibate for over a year. Dead inside, unable to give two shits about anything but work, unable to get it up, too. I also didn’t have the energy to get involved, let alone think of dating.

Familiar exhaustion tugged on my eyelids, and I let them close while waiting for the Domme the club’s owner had booked me with for the night — Mistress Jaycie. A woman I’d never met, a woman I was going to let control me in whatever way she wanted.

Time to give over. Time to explore my lust for pain and hopefully float into that mysterious subspace I’d been reading about.

My dick twitched at the thought of pure, empty-headed euphoria.

Would the Domme I’d been paired with have a heavy hand? Would she be beautiful? Did I even care? I just wanted — craved — submission, the type that would erase the shit in my mind for a while and maybe get my rocks off.

My ex had been vanilla, same as I’d always been, and when I got the urge to introduce something new in the bedroom, she’d looked at me with disgust. Hell, I’d only suggested handcuffs and ropes, hoping she’d agree so we could eventually move on to what I really wanted.

No such fucking luck.

I breathed deep and exhaled my thoughts along with the lungful of used-up air. The silence coating the dim, private scening room at Monique’s club in downtown Baltimore soothed me. Even if it turned out the BDSM lifestyle wasn’t for me, I’d at least have gotten to experience a semi-hard dick again.

A click sounded as the door opened, and I kept my head and gaze lowered as I’d been instructed in the class. Awareness crept over my skin like an electrical charge as heels clicked on hardwood. My heartbeat accelerated. The subtle scent of oranges hit my nose as black leather stiletto boots came into my line of sight.

Hot as fuck. I bit back my groan as my cock thickened. I swallowed against sudden nervousness, something I hadn’t experienced since my teenage years.

“Hmm…” she murmured. The boots rounded to my left, disappearing in my periphery. “On your feet, slave.” Her low, husky voice prickled my skin, bringing my dick to full attention.

I rose with as much grace as I could, hands at my sides, erection sticking up close to my navel.

A soft inhale tickled my ears as I straightened completely.

I knew what she saw — what she probably didn’t expect for a man teetering on the brink of the downslope from his prime. Daily yoga, running, and weight training kept my body looking the same as it had at twenty-five.

Something tailed down my backbone and across the top of my ass cheeks, lacking the warmth of skin. Crop? Cane? The urge to know made me want to shift my stance, but I held still.

She rounded to the right and stopped in front of me.

From my height, most of her body came into view even though I kept my head lowered. The black leather of her boots hugged defined calves, stopping just above her knees. A good twelve inches of smooth, pale skin gave way to a tight leather skirt — also black — over flared hips, ending at her tiny waist. She held a crop in her right hand.

My dick actually jumped, bumping my abs.

I glanced up through my lashes, filling my eyes with the corset-cinched tits threatening to spill over the top. The milky-white globes set my mouth to watering.

“You will call me Mistress.”

© Lynn Burke 2018

 

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Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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SELKIE’S SEDUCTION

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Selkie’s Seduction

By Anne Kane

Genres: Fantasy, romance, druids, magic and mayhem

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Sexy Druid meets sassy Selkie with a fear of commitment.

When Nikki’s sister sends a modern day Druid to warn her about impending danger, the attraction is instant and mutual, but the Selkie is having none of his silly talk about destined mates. Her animal form is a free-spirited otter, and she fears the call of the wild might be too strong to allow her to settle down and raise a family. Her greatest fear is that the call of the ocean will lure her away from her family, and her children will suffer as she did when her own mother deserted her.

But when the danger becomes all too real, Nikki’s link with the sexy Druid is her only comfort, and she realizes some risks just might be worth taking.

 

EXCERPT

Wolfe lounged against the split-rail fence, a slow sexy grin curving his lips. “You ask a lot of questions for a rescued damsel in distress. Aren’t you supposed to throw yourself at my feet in gratitude?”

Nikki bit back a curse. She was so not in the mood for this. “I don’t do damsel in distress, and I definitely don’t throw myself at men’s feet. I could have escaped just fine by myself.” Which was the truth. She felt just as comfortable in the forest as she did shopping on Robson Street in Vancouver.

Wolfe seemed to take the hint, holding up a hand in a conciliatory gesture. “Okay. Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself better back there, but I thought we needed to get moving. Those guys looked like they meant business, and I’d prefer not to find out just how proficient they are.” He paused as if deciding exactly how much to tell her.  “Yes, I really am a friend of Trina’s, actually more of a friend to her husband Jack than Trina. And yes, they really did send me to warn you. I just didn’t expect the danger to arrive before I did, hence the single horse. My original intention was to warn you of the danger so you could quietly slip away before the bad guys showed up. Luckily, Fred here is a gelding and quite gentle, which is a bonus because I’m afraid we’re going to have to ride double.”

“Is your name really Wolf?” Now, why did she ask that? His name was totally irrelevant.

He nodded. “Wolfe with an ‘e’. My mother was a bit of a flower child and I was born during one of her ‘let’s get in touch with nature’ phases.”

“Wow.” Nikki gave him a reluctantly sympathetic look. “A name like that must have gotten you some ragging as a kid.”

“Some,” he agreed. “It wasn’t all bad. I learned a lot growing up. Mostly I learned not to judge myself with other people’s yardsticks and that’s stood me in good stead over the years.”

That same crooked smile curved the corners of his mouth and Nikki felt her heart do a curious little flip. With that curly dark hair and those eyes, he must have been an adorable child.

“So you are friends with Jack?” That made a little more sense.

“Yes. We’re working on a research project together when I manage to drag him away from your sister. She doesn’t usually come with him so I admit I don’t know her all that well.” He stroked a hand absently down the gelding’s neck. “Last Tuesday, she and Jack showed up on my doorstep and she was really upset. She said she’d had a premonition her big sister was in trouble and she wanted me to warn you. Fast. She was adamant that the danger was imminent.  She said she’d tried calling you, but your cell phone wouldn’t connect, or you just weren’t answering. She didn’t settle down until I promised to come straight away.”

That certainly sounded like her little sister. “Trina knows I’m on holidays and I have a really bad habit of ignoring the phone. Plus, cell phone reception is sketchy in the mountains. A couple of years ago, she actually sent the Royal Canadian Mounted Police looking for me when I didn’t respond to her calls for a solid week.” She felt a wry grin curve the corner of her lip. “They weren’t impressed when they found me happily sunbathing by the lake.”

She gave him a reluctant smile. “I’m sorry for being so prickly. I haven’t even thanked you for coming to help me. I’ll feel better when I can talk to Trina and find out what she knows. I left my cell phone at the house when I decided to take a swim, so I guess I’ll have to wait until we get to town. Unless you have one I can borrow?”

Wolfe pulled a cell phone out of his pocket, holding it up so she could see the display. “And as usual on the lee side of the mountain, no signal. Town it is. We might as well get moving.” He tucked the phone back into his shirt pocket.

Straightening up, he checked the saddle girth before gesturing for her to mount. “I suppose I should have asked if you know how to ride?”

“Yes.” Nikki pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “We always had horses when I was a kid.” Putting the toe of one foot in the stirrup, she swung herself onto the gelding in one graceful motion and held out her hand. “Need a hand up?”

“Nope. I can manage.” He ignored her proffered hand and sprang into the saddle behind her. Holding the reins in his right hand, he used his left arm to draw her back against him, molding his body against her. His warm breath teased her neck.

Pulling the gelding’s head around, Wolfe guided him down a well-worn path to the south. “So what is it that you do? Your sister said that you worked on contracts in various parts of the world, which is why I’ve never seen you at any of her performances.”

Nikki tried to shake off the unsettled feeling, not sure if it was caused by his proximity or fear of her unknown stalkers. “I’m a forensic accountant.”

Wolfe whistled softly. “Now that sounds like an interesting job. What does a forensic accountant do? I thought forensic implied something dead.”

Nikki shook her head, picturing an old-fashioned paper ledger gasping its last breath while she tried desperately to extract information from it. “I go into companies, usually ones that are experiencing trouble or are suspicious of their staff and go through the books with a fine-toothed comb. I look for anything out of the ordinary, anything that might imply something is wrong. I’m impartial so I don’t have the bias that an insider might have.”

“Sounds like fun.” Wolfe’s tone implied it would be anything but.

“It’s all about patterns.” Nikki screwed up her nose. “Accounting is a very simple form of mathematics. One plus one always equals two. When someone gets creative or makes an honest mistake, the pattern is off. I’m good at seeing patterns. So what do you do?”

“I’m a forestry consultant.” The gelding settled into a smooth rocking gait, and Wolfe gestured at the trees and bushes surrounding them. “This is my office.”

“Oh.” Nikki hesitated, but it was just too tempting. “How does the forest manage to pay you?”

“Nuts.” His serious tone belied the silliness of the banter. “Exchange rate’s down a bit due to the squirrel coup last year, but I do okay.

Nikki shook her head, feeling the knot in her gut relaxing just a tiny bit. You’re crazy.

She could hear the smile in his voice. “Yeah, but you started it.”

 

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Under a Mulberry Moon – A Western Romance Anthology

 

UNDER A MULBERRY MOON anthology offers Adventure! Mystery! Romance! Nine award-winning and bestselling authors present sweet

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A Family For Merry – Caroline Clemmons

A Family For Polly – Jacquie Rogers

Ada and the Texas Cavalryman – Carra Copelin

Comes A Specter – Keta Diablo

Matthew’s Freedom – Cissie Patterson

Millwright’s Daughter – Zina Abbott

The Lady Lassoes An Outlaw – Charlene Raddon

The Widow Buys A Groom – P.A. Estelle

Worth the Wait – Patricia PacJac Carroll

 

A FAMILY FOR POLLY by Jacquie Rogers

Children’s Aid Society authorities don’t exactly know Polly Friday Bird and Merry Murphy Bird are single and neither woman is going to volunteer the information. Polly hated the life she and her sister led after they were adopted by a surly Nebraska farm couple who really wanted free drudges. She would never treat the two children she’s adopted so harshly. In fact, she believes the large boarding house she and Merry purchased is an ideal place to raise children, with a large yard, numerous rooms, and a good school nearby. Still, Polly needs a husband so she convinces Ford (Manford) Daily to marry her and be on his way. The problem is, he won’t go.

Excerpt

“I sent Steve and Ford to the florist shop,” Bea said as they walked down the path that led to the street.  “There won’t be much of a selection but at least you’ll have a bridal bouquet.”

“Thanks, flowers are nice—but not really necessary.  We’ll be saying our vows in private, signing the papers, and that’s that.  No one will know other than Mr. Ecclestone and Ford’s grandfather.  Once my children are truly mine, and Ford’s grandfather signs the deed over, then we’ll get an annulment and we’ll both be free to marry whomever we please.”

They turned onto Main Street.  As they walked in front of the mercantile, Jane Dorchester greeted them.

“Shopping today?” she asked.

“No,” Bea said.  “Polly’s getting married.”

Polly could’ve stuffed her reticule in Bea’s mouth.

Jane put down the tools she’d been arranging and smiled.  “Married?  Oh my, this is quite sudden.”  She gazed at Polly’s midriff.

Lavinia Zimmerman, wife of the bank teller, and her son came out of the mercantile, each holding a parcel.  “Polly, did I hear right?  You’re getting married?”

“Yes, but…”

“How wonderful—congratulations!”  Lavinia grabbed her newly adopted son’s hand.  “I can hardly wait to tell Dennis.  We’ll see you at the church.”

“But…”  There was no use for Polly to say anything else because Lavinia had already headed down the street toward the bank.

“Looks like you’ll be having a few guests,” Bea said.

Polly groaned and picked up the pace.  “We have to get to the church before they do.  I don’t want Ford thinking I invited half the town to a wedding that unites us in name only.”

“Four people isn’t half the town.  But then you know how it is in Mockingbird Flats—any excuse for a party.”

“We’re not having a party.”  The last thing Polly wanted was for anyone to make a commotion about this wedding, especially when the marriage would be over in a few short weeks if all went well.  In fact, she was hoping to keep the whole arrangement quiet, for a big wedding to-do would make explaining why she wasn’t married after a short while all that much harder.  “The whole ceremony will be over in fifteen minutes and after that I have work to do—I haven’t even done my morning chores yet.”

“Fifteen minutes?  I bet it’ll take you fifteen minutes to get through the front door.  And another hour after for visiting if you’re lucky,” Bea said, huffing to keep up with Polly’s brisk pace.  “You know very well that the ladies will be excited to have something new to talk about, and every single one of them will want to meet Ford.”

Bea was right, but Polly still had hopes of keeping the wedding as quiet as possible.  “I don’t want any of them to meet Ford.”

As they passed by the fire station, Fiona Bushnell, the fire chief’s wife, followed behind them saying, “I was in the florist shop a while ago and heard that you’re getting married so I was on my way to the church.  With such short notice, I didn’t have a chance to make you a nice gift, but I ordered some apple turnovers from the bakery to be delivered.”

Polly stopped and Bea had to take a few steps back to stay with her.  Her throat tightened but she managed to say, “Thank you, Fiona.  That was a lovely thing to do.”

“Oh, and I invited Jessica.  I hope you don’t mind.”

Polly certainly did mind but since Polly hadn’t invited Fiona either, she could hardly say that she objected to Fiona inviting her sister-in-law, the town doctor’s wife.  “Of course not.  That was very neighborly of you.”  She nearly choked on her words.

Jessica Bushnell hailed them with a wave.  “I’m so happy for you, Polly!”  She held up a basket.  “Baby things.  I’ve been saving them for our town’s next wedding.  First baby can come anytime—the other ones take nine months.”  She giggled.  “We won’t mention how many first babies in this town were premature.”

“Thank you, but I’m not in a family way.”

The matronly lady winked.  “You will be shortly, then.”

Polly tugged on Bea’s arm.  “We best be on our way.”  She set off for the church once again, this time with several ladies and a few gentlemen following.  So much for her secret marriage.

 

Meet the author! 

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Jacquie Rogers is a former software designer, campaign manager, photographer, deli clerk, and cow milker. She was a Golden Heart Finalist. Her 2007 release, FAERY SPECIAL ROMANCES, won the Fall NOR Award for Best Print Sci-fi/Fantasy Romance. She has donated all royalties from this collection to the Children’s Tumor Foundation, helping to end neurofibromatosis through research.

She has contributed to several anthologies and series.  In addition to numerous other awards, her Hearts of Owyhee Series has won acclaim as well as a Laramie Award Grand Prize. Her first two Honey Beaulieu novels, HOT WORK IN FRY PAN GULCH and SIDETRACKED IN SILVER CITY, won four Will Rogers Gold Medallion Awards in 2017.  Jacquie teaches several workshops both online and in person.

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