The Redhead And The Preacher: A Loveswept Historical Romance - Plot & Excerpts
When she finally opened her eyes purple shadows cloaked the room. Like a cat, she stretched and closed her eyes once more, breathing in the sweet-smelling bed, experiencing the feel of cotton sheets against her skin, the slinky satin of the spread caressing her cheek. She felt deliciously wanton. Then she remembered where she was and the precariousness of her position. She should have remained on the stage and kept going to Denver. Now Bran was at risk. Bran! In alarm she raised up and peered at the empty space in the bed beside her. She was alone. She hadn’t known what to expect, but she was relieved. Or was she? For three days they’d traveled together, spending one night in each other’s arms. Granted, it was for survival, but she couldn’t deny that he made her feel safe. Time and circumstance, she reasoned, forced men and women to do what they must. Even if her stomach felt like a field of clover drawing clouds of dancing butterflies, she’d managed to conceal her reaction from her protector.
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