The Cavalry Wife




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ISBN Print: 978-1-60154-116-1
Page Count: 244
Word Count: 0


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A night of too much whiskey, a wrongly-numbered hotel door, and an angry guardian force dedicated cavalry captain Chase Brooks into marriage, despite his vow never to endure another loveless marriage. He reluctantly agrees to take his new wife with him to his remote outpost, convinced the pampered girl won't last two weeks in the harsh conditions of the southwest and will beg to be sent back east. The one thing he didn’t count on was a burning desire for his unwanted wife.

Callie Grant embraces the opportunity to start a new life far from the controlling hands of her guardians. Enduring the rough environment of the Indian Territories, she transforms from a timid flower into the poised, self-reliant woman she's always dreamed of becoming. As her gratitude towards the captain turns to love, she resolves to break through her husband's formidable reserve and uncover the passionate, loving nature he tries to hide.

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PRINT ISBN 1-60154-116-3
(244 pages) Spicy

Excerpt

A woman's shrill scream woke him.

The penetrating sound brought him bolt upright. A fierce pain lanced through his head, and his gut churned like a flood-swollen river. He moaned and squinted against the sunlight streaming through the window.

Was it morning, already? Had he ever been asleep?

A woman stood in the doorway, her sallow face set in a horrified mask. "Horace!" she screeched. "Come here!"

Chase shook his head, trying to dispel the ringing in his ears and the thick fog in his head. A moment later, a short, pudgy man pushed past the woman and entered the suite. Chase groaned. Why the hell were these people in his room?

A soft gasp sounded beside him. Turning, he spied a young woman clasping the coverlet under her chin. She stared at him with whiskey-brown eyes widened in alarm. A shudder passed through him that had nothing to do with the cool air swirling around his bared chest. God, he didn't remember ... a girl? That had never happened before. He always remembered ... although, he barely recalled returning to his room last night. Had the girl come with him?

She certainly was his type, a lovely, little, raven-haired vixen with luscious lips that begged to be kissed. Strange how he couldn't recall tasting such sweetness.

 




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