Work in Progress
Please Stop Talking
(Intrigue/Romantic Suspense)
(Intrigue/Romantic Suspense)
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Hero: Bain Connery
Heroine: Betsy Dawson
She's going to rock his world, and he's going to let her.
Or, is it the other way around?
Hero: Bain Connery
Heroine: Betsy Dawson
She's going to rock his world, and he's going to let her.
Or, is it the other way around?
Westward with Hope: Redemption
(Historical Western)
(Historical Western)
Nathan Crutcher sat straight in the saddle and took care of dangerous government business. His current assignment to move experimental weapons to the Rangers and western outposts along with a load of currency, was nothing compared to the predicament he found himself in once met six females and one obstinate woman headed in the same direction. They might end up being the death of him, and Rebecca was pushing him to his limits. Ones he'd set for himself and
didn't intend to break before he was ready to hang up his gun and set on the front porch of his Texas ranch.
Rebecca Hutchison, twenty-two and widowed, felt responsible for her Ma and sisters. She'd do whatever was needed to keep them safe and headed to Texas. Even pretending to be married to get them on a wagon train if she had to. She just hadn't counted on Nathen being the man she'd turn to for help. From his black Stetson to his tooled black boots, she wanted nothing to do with him or his business. So why had she placed a red-hawk feather in his hatband and spied on him in the saloon? Why had she lied for him? Stood up for him to dangerous men? Maybe she'd figure that out if they all stayed alive long enough.
didn't intend to break before he was ready to hang up his gun and set on the front porch of his Texas ranch.
Rebecca Hutchison, twenty-two and widowed, felt responsible for her Ma and sisters. She'd do whatever was needed to keep them safe and headed to Texas. Even pretending to be married to get them on a wagon train if she had to. She just hadn't counted on Nathen being the man she'd turn to for help. From his black Stetson to his tooled black boots, she wanted nothing to do with him or his business. So why had she placed a red-hawk feather in his hatband and spied on him in the saloon? Why had she lied for him? Stood up for him to dangerous men? Maybe she'd figure that out if they all stayed alive long enough.
