Rose can’t marry. Travis can’t commit. What happens when they fall in love?
Rose Pascal is the only schoolteacher in the little town of Stagecoach, Nevada, in 1871. There are some significant drawbacks: a strict dress code, large class sizes, few resources, and no association with men is allowed. One day, she’d like to have a home and a man of her own. A man who would love and take care of her, like her Daddy did before he died.
Travis Stern is a well-educated professional turned horse rancher, who has been unlucky in love in a big way. He’s broken conventional norms, in fact, by divorcing his wife. He now makes his home with his six-year-old son and has no intention of marrying again. The townspeople of Stagecoach have strong feelings regarding his lifestyle, but his life is his business and taking care of his son is his priority.
This is book one in the Stagecoach Daddies series and can be enjoyed independently with a Happily Ever After.
Publisher’s Note: This historical western romance contains elements of adult themes, sensual scenes, and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
The desk bumped against her bottom as he sat her upon it, pressing her knees apart so he could stand between them. Once again, his mouth and hers melded. It was an eager kiss, a breathless merging of lips and tongues.
He fumbled with the buttons on her dress until she pushed his hands away. Not to stop his access to her body, but to do the unbuttoning herself with her smaller fingers. They panted in the hot schoolroom, but soon she felt cooler as her dress fell open and her chemisette and corset were exposed.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” he said, kissing her mouth again, but this time, his hands slid down her shoulders until he was cupping her breasts. The chemisette was thin, offering no barrier. Her nipples hardened and felt achy and tender. He held them gently between his fingers, then massaged them firmly, softly, firmly, softly, until she was panting and moaning incoherently.
Up to this point, she’d not realized what she was doing, but now she found herself smoothing her palms across his chest, feeling the hard muscles there, his hard, flat nipples beneath his shirt. The buttons on his shirt were easier than hers, and soon his broad chest was naked under her hands. There was a light mat of hair there, dark in the darkened room. It felt crisp and soft. She wanted to lick the clean sweat off his chest. But not now, not when he was laving her nipples with his tongue, nipping at them and causing a warm, curling sensation low in her belly.
Travis pushed her skirt up over her knees and up her thighs, his fingers hot through her thin pantalettes. He found the opening of her drawers and Rose drew a sharp breath as she felt him touching her intimately.
“You’ve never been touched like this before, have you?” he asked.
She shook her head, but it was hard to think, so mindless was the act of doing nothing but feeling.
Her eyes were closed, but she heard him groan.
“I should stop,” he murmured. “Tell me to stop.”
“No. Don’t stop.”