Jessie Mills and Brady Jensen have worked hard on developing Jessie’s little ranch into a real farm and growing cattle ranch. Now they’re looking forward to the beginning of their forever life together as husband and wife.

When a new woman with a small son moves into town, Jessie is oddly drawn toward them. She vows to become friends with Devon Bridges, even though the woman clearly wants to be left alone. Brady is suspicious of the lady’s steadfast secrecy and worries about just what she’s hiding. It takes a terrifying, near tragedy to finally bring out the truth. What will it do to them all?

Publisher’s Note: This western romance contains a theme of power exchange.

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Excerpt

Brady swept her off her feet and kissed her again. When he set her back on her feet, she tilted her head to the side and gave him a sultry look. “I think we should practice for our honeymoon, Brady Jensen.” She tucked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and gave a tug, pulling him toward the bedroom.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He picked her up and carried her to the bed, kissing her the whole way. He started to lay her down on the bed, but she pulled away from him and shook her head.

“Uh uh, it’s my turn,” Jessie said as she pushed him back a step and began to unbutton his shirt. She undressed him, taking her time, and following her fingers with her lips as she removed each article of clothing. When he was completely nude, she stood back and gazed at his firm, muscled, magnificent body. “God, I love to look at you,” she said. He reached for her, but she pushed his hands away and shook her head again.

Jessie leaned over and kissed him, tasted him, probed deep into his mouth with her nimble tongue. Her hands stroked the hard muscles of his shoulders and his broad chest and then wandered down to his belly, where the muscles quivered in response to her touch. She stepped back and slowly, gracefully began to remove her own clothes. She teased him, showing him a glimpse of smooth bare skin, and then hiding it again. She finally pulled her second sleeve free and delicately dropped her shirt to the floor. Teasing him again, she unhooked her bra but still held it against her breasts, giving him the briefest of looks and then covering up again. When she let the bra fall to the floor, she reached up and let her hair down, pulling it forward to skim against the rosy tips of her breasts. Brady reached for her again, but she danced away from his hands.

She turned to face him, swaying to an unheard tune, and unbuttoned her jeans, tucking her fingers into the waist and letting him peek at the lacy white panties underneath. Brady sucked in a breath and she traced her lips with her tongue as she gazed at his enormous erection. She reached out and drifted her fingers across the head with the lightest of feather touches and then slipped away. She played with the waist of her jeans again, slipping them lower at an exquisitely slow pace. Jessie turned and bent over, casting a mischievously sexy look over her shoulder as she slid the jeans down her hips and wriggled out of them. Now only the white lace remained, covering her womanhood. She continued the teasing dance, sliding her fingers under the lace and giving him the sexiest pout he’d ever seen, then laughing at the look on his face.

Brady crooked a finger at her, and Jessie moved closer, closer, until she finally stood before him. She pulled him to his feet and stood, skin to skin with him, barely touching him though his manhood pressed against her belly and made her suck in a breath of her own. She traced a circle around his nipple with her tongue and cupped his buttocks in her hands, squeezing and kneading them while she sucked his nipple into her mouth. Jessie turned him around slowly and pressed her body against his back as she reached for him with her hand. Brady moaned as she stroked and squeezed him from behind, her arms around his waist. Then, still pressed against him, she pushed down her panties and stepped out of them.

Jessie slowly slid down her man’s body, touching him with every bit of skin she could press against him. He let out a groan and his muscles quivered as she slithered around to the front of him, still crouched down near the floor. She rose at a snail’s pace, her breasts sliding up against his thighs until she reached her knees and her hands cupped his butt again.