He'd come to
America looking for excitement, but Devil Blackmoor got more than he bargained
for when he encountered a beautiful rebel who answered his kisses with a wild
innocence that touched his very soul.
EXCERPT: My Angel
A polished azure sky looked down on a day that
vacillated between winter and spring--a day unable to make up its mind. Cool
breezes lifted Angela Chamberlain's brand-new canary yellow skirt off the
moisture-laden sidewalk. A blazing hot sun dried the puddles in the street left
over from last night's deluge.
Unlike the day, Angela had no trouble making up her
mind. Angela knew what she wanted out of life. She touched one finger to the
sapphire earrings adorning her newly pierced ears.
She wanted adventure.
She had a terrible craving to see the world--to
climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower, to walk the Great Wall of China. She
yearned to fly in a hot-air balloon high above the earth, or ride in a gondola
in Venice. She wanted to fall in love with a man who was as brave and smart as
her father and as dangerous as Devil Blackmoor.
Angela's wish list had no end.
Instead of adventure and romance, in three short
weeks she'd be enrolled in Miss Somebody's finishing school for young ladies,
where knowing which fork to use was more important than riding with the wind on
her favorite horse, Kangee. A place where changing one's clothes three times or
more each day was common practice.
Two days ago she'd told her father she didn't want
to go.
And two days ago her father had told her she would
learn to appreciate the schooling and that she was a very lucky young woman. He'd
also promised her a trip to the continent for a graduation present.
A
graduation present! She wanted to yell
at him, but wisely kept her mouth shut. She wanted to travel now. Today. But
more than anything, she didn't want to be confined to the stuffy drawing rooms
in the East. Just like her father, she needed freedom. But her father meant to
take the choice from her.
To gossip and chatter with rich society women was
not her destiny. To know which wine was served with fish would not make her
happy. This was his dream for her. Sam Chamberlain needed to look to his own
heart and remember the choices he had made twenty-five years ago.
Her destiny was out there somewhere, waiting for
her to snap it up and hold the moment close to her heart. She knew what she
wanted, and to prove her point, she'd bought a camera and had the machine sent
over to the hotel. She meant to photograph all her adventures, every nook and
cranny, every monument, every intriguing person.
Across the street and down two blocks, Devil Blackmoor
had just taken the saddle off his horse. He brushed the stallion's back, all
the while petting the animal's sleek coat and crooning into the horse's ear.
Mesmerized, she watched his hands and the gentle way he stroked the horse.
She wished she had her camera.
Devil Blackmoor commanded her
attention. He symbolized everything a father cautioned his daughter to be wary
of. Despite the warning, Devil's strong jaw, his powerful shoulders and the
confident way he held himself beckoned to every feminine nerve in Angela's
body.
Angela clutched her hands to her
chest, willing her gaze to shift to something or someone who wouldn't shatter
her senses and set her blood boiling. Helpless to control her wayward heart,
she kept looking back at Devil. She noticed everything about him, the way he
moved, the way his denim jeans clung to his legs and the way they molded to his
backside. Devil laughed at something the bouncer from the saloon said, and when he smiled, one edge of his mouth tilted crookedly. Angela's heart
swooned and fluttered, and she thought she might never breathe again.
BLURB:
When Emma St. John received
her brother's letter imploring her to escape her stepfather's vengeful scheme
and to trust Dakota Barringer with her life, she was willing to
chance it. But the handsome, brooding riverboat owner Emma found in Natchez a
danger of another kind. For Emma soon found herself surrendering to an
unrelenting desire.
Raised by the Sioux when his parents
were killed, Dakota had been betrayed once before by a white woman. He wasn't
about to trust another, especially one claiming that her stepfather, a powerful
U.S. senator, had framed her as a murderess. But he couldn't let Emma's
intoxicating effect on him. Now Dakota would risk his very life to protect the
innocent beauty who had seduced him with her tender love.
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