A Murder and a Marriage…
Melody Williams is determined to get justice for her brother’s murder and remain on the family farm. But until she’s married or twenty-five, she can’t gain control of her money. Before she gets shipped off to her uncle’s house, she needs a husband.
Mitch McBride lives and works at Journey’s End with his sister and her family. When he encounters Melody screaming and swearing at the town banker, he feels called to help her. But a marriage of convenience? That’s a mighty strange notion, but he likes the little gal with the honey blonde hair. It might be worth the risk.
Can they catch the killer?
Will Melody accept a marriage of convenience that comes with conditions, rules and consequences?
This is book two in the Journey’s End series but can be enjoyed independently.
Publisher’s Note: This Old West romance is intended for adults only and contains elements of action, adventure, danger, mystery, suspense, and old-fashioned discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
Melody lifted her hips, and her dress was swept to the floor. She lay in her bloomers and chemise covered in a fine sheen of sweat and waited for what might come next. Excitement shot down her limbs like a lightning strike. Strong hands rolled her onto her back.
“Arms up,” Mitch said. Her chemise rose up and over her head. Her breasts now uncovered; her nipples rose to hard peaks.
“Lord have mercy,” Mitch sighed. “You are a beautiful woman.”
With one hand, he slid her drawers down her legs and over her feet. He dropped his head to her breast and pulled a rosy nipple into his mouth. His hand rested on the curve of her abdomen telegraphing heat and desire. She squeezed her legs together to ease the need wet and pulsing there while his hungry mouth courted first one nipple and then the other.
She answered the question of his hand between her thighs by dropping her knees open. Through her daze, she heard his groan. Melody wound her arms around his neck and held on tight.
His fingers spread her wide and stroked her length spreading the honey of her desire. She strained toward his hand until, after an eternity of silent begging, he slid a long finger into her channel and pressed. Her body was a bow strung tight. An arrow lay on her strings cocked and eager to fly.
He dropped into the V between her legs and feasted on the banquet he’d prepared. Pressing his tongue against the bud of her heat, she writhed and buried her hands in his hair pulling him closer still.
Then, the arrow flew. She trembled and throbbed. Her pelvis rising, falling, and rising again to meet the thrust of his fingers and of his tongue. When at last the storm passed, she lay quiet and spent in his arms.
Mitch drew her into the curve of his body and surrounded her breast with his work calloused hand. His thumb idly rubbed her nipple and returned it to a stiff peak. Melody pressed her bottom into the hardness pulsing in her husband’s pants.
Journey’s End Series