Two women fleeing from similar circumstances. Two men looking for brides. Should be easy, right?
Clara Mae is furious when her brother informs her that he has arranged a marriage for her, to a widower with three children, in order to merge their two steel mills. She refuses and forms a plan with her friend, Mary Catherine, to go to Oklahoma. Mary Catherine has made plans to be a mail-order bride and is set to marry Charles Barrett, a rancher. Clara Mae is going with her, hoping to make a new life for herself out west. Laura is also going out west to escape a broken heart. The three girls meet on the train and discover they are headed to the same destination. Laura is to marry a man named Clayton Garrison. Clayton has a brother, Everett, and while Clayton is greeting the beautiful Clara Mae as she steps off the train, Everett, in his gruff manner, greets Laura and helps her with her bags. Now, things are about to get complicated.
This is book one in the Big G Ranch series and can be enjoyed independently.
Publisher’s Note: This historical, mail order bride western is intended for adults only and contains elements of action, adventure, sensual scenes, power exchange and a happily ever after. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
Pulling her into his lap from which she had no alternative except to straddle him, she started to protest. But his hands weaved into her hair, freeing it from the knot at her nape, and he kissed her deeply and desperately. Tilting his head back and breathing deeply, Everett professed, “Laura, I love you. That dang hair of yours reminds me of beautiful sunsets. And I want to spend the rest and what will surely be the best of mine with you.”
Gripping the back of his head, she pressed her mouth to his. She breathed in his promises and as much of him as she could. When one of his hands came under her skirt and caressed her thigh, she didn’t stop him. The other hand loosened her blouse, and he rubbed her breast over her undergarment. Shame never entered her mind. Everett would be her husband. And judging by the intensity of their intimate conduct when presented an opportunity, it would enhance and rival the existing fiery charisma between them.
His hands stilled. Removing them from her and jolting back, flailing them beside his head as if in surrender, Everett explained, “Woman… I promised I would not dishonor you until our wedding night. And if this is any indication, you’d better get a lot of rest beforehand.” He panted and so did she. Imagining their wedding night excited her. But she wanted it now. Cupping his face with her hands, she tried to pull his mouth back to hers. “No, Laura. You are worth the wait.