His Prairie Princess (Prairie Brides 1) - Plot & Excerpts
he mumbled as he tucked the blankets around her. She had fallen asleep quickly. Perhaps too quickly even considering her ordeal. He knew of this sort of thing. And it was dangerous for someone to drift in and out. He watched it happen to his own father. But when his father drifted off to sleep after hitting his head in a carriage accident, he never woke up again. Harrison had to hurry. But despite his need to get the woman to town, he couldn’t help but take a few scant seconds to study Miss Sadie Jones. Her dark lashes were long and beautiful against her pale skin. Her lips a delicate pink color. A lock of her hair had fallen across her face as he laid her back upon the hay. He gently brushed it away, reveling in the softness of her cheek. She was beautiful. Perhaps calling her ‘princess’ was appropriate. She looked like one. A sleeping beauty he could awaken with a kiss. He let go a shaky breath and finally tore his gaze away. His stomach suddenly knotted with a pang of unfamiliar emotion, one much different than when he’d seen her tied to a chair. That was anger at the outlaw's cruel treatment of her. This was something else entirely. This was possession. A deep, hard, possession that rose up with incomprehensible force as he knelt beside her.
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