She needs her twin sister. Will she gain a husband as well?
There is a hole, an emptiness of unknown origin in Harmony’s heart. When she learns of Melody, her identical twin sister, she knows she has found the cause. She must go to her. There is simply no choice. She must go.
Matt Cullen, sheriff of the small Oregon town of Ford, is friends with Mitch and Melody McBride. The story of Melody’s unknown twin sister strikes a chord deep in his heart. He must be the one to escort her on the long and dangerous trip from Colorado to Oregon. There is simply no choice. He must go.
The journey is treacherous, but Matt is determined to keep Harmony safe even if it requires a trip or two over his knee. Will adversity bring them together or drive them apart?
This is book three in the Journey’s End series but can be enjoyed independently.
Publisher’s Note: This historical western contains elements of danger, adventure, suspense, sensual scenes, power exchange, and old-fashioned discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
Matt stood so quickly and swooped her to the bed that her head swam in circles. When she landed in the center of the bed, she lay dazed and watched as his clothes flew to the floor. Lord almighty, he was a gorgeous man. She hadn’t noticed before, but there was a line where the top of his pants would be. Above the line he was light brown, but below the line he was lily white, white as a baby’s bottom. He’d worked outside without a shirt. The vision of Matt working in the sun shirtless sent a stab of heat darting between her thighs.
His clever fingers were making short work of her clothes. Already her blouse was on the floor and her skirt was sliding over her hips.
“Do you have to wear these?” he asked when he pulled the ribbon free on her bloomers.
“Why wouldn’t I?” she asked.
“Well, I’d like to think of you being naked under your skirt. I like to think I can sneak up behind you and lift your dress, and you’ll be there. Ready for me. It would give me something to think on when I’m not with you. Your little bottom bare, and I’m the only one who knows.”
“I don’t suppose they really serve much purpose. I’ll give it a try,” she said.
The heat of his eyes scorched her body as they traveled up, down, and up again. He fell to the bed and seized a nipple. He sucked, hard, and the pain was intoxicating, thrilling. His other hand pulled roughly at her other nipple. He bit her neck, her earlobe, her shoulder. A ripple of fear and confusion raced down her back. He’d always been gentle, considerate. This Matt was demanding and fierce.
Matt continued to knead her breast. “We’ve been making love for days, Harmony, so you’re used to me by now. Darlin’, I want you so bad I can hardly keep my wits. I can try to rein myself in and go slow if you want, but I’d like to run free.”
“Run, Matt,” she whispered. “Run.”
Well, he was off for the races then. He fell back to her breasts like a man starved. He kissed and bit down her abdomen until he reached her thighs. He pushed them open and dropped his head to her core. He thrust his tongue into her and sucked her nub between his teeth. His hands invaded her channel with strong, probing fingers.
When he rose from his feast, she took his hand and dragged his fingers into her mouth, licking and biting. She propped herself up on her elbows, leaned up and bit his neck. It was a wild game made for two, and Matt wanted to play.
His hands seized her hips, and he flipped her to her stomach. “Hands and knees,” he ordered.