Rebel Bride
by Morgan K. Wyatt
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Eileen Sewell
sparks plenty of gossip by spiteful matrons and their horse-faced daughters
that she’d find herself alone due to her picky ways. Of course, she didn’t
believe them. Then again, she also didn’t expect to be a mail order bride
either. It wasn’t easy snagging a husband who hadn’t heard about her willful
nature. Eileen finally gave up hope of finding love, and decided to settle for
whatever she’d find out west. If that wasn’t lowering enough, she’d just
witnessed the first train robbery. Unfortunately, the outlaws saw her too.
Enter Marshal Colt Sheppard, who excels at extracting information from reticent
witnesses. His crooked smile and broad shoulders shouldn’t charm her. She’d
played this game before, only she never had a worthy adversary. Talk about bad
timing.
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“What
has your pretty little brow all furrowed up like that?” he asked with a touch
of laughter in his voice.
“Well-I-well…”
This was her favorite type of man, one who would flatter her with words of her
beauty. Without thinking, she fell into her normal flirtatious attitude, batting
her eyes coquettishly. This should be easy.
“Maybe
you’re deciding which lies will work on me best. Is that it?” He put one hand
on a seat and leaned forward, closing the distance separating them.
He
called her a liar. “How dare you!” She hissed the words, pulled her back ramrod
straight, and narrowed her eyes. She learned how to project indignant from the
best, her mother. Never mind the fact she’d been contemplating which lie to use
on him.
His
laughter unnerved her, but not as much as his hand touching her cheek. She
looked up into his suddenly somber eyes. What was he thinking? He looked so
serious. She blinked twice. Her eyes must be playing tricks on her because his
face seemed closer, closer still, until he grew unfocussed. She closed her eyes
briefly, hoping to clear up her vision.
Lips
landed on hers, warm and firm. Her eyes popped open. Sure enough, his slightly
out of focused nose and a hunk of blond hair filled her vision. Once she conquered
her shock, she decided to let him kiss her. It wasn’t as if she could stop him.
Unlike her previous beaus who made awkward attempts she naturally foiled, this
was nice. Her skin felt warm despite the wind seeping around the window. Her
heart kicked up in an odd flutter, and her toes curled. Could this be what her
sister talked about when she described kissing Gray? To think she scolded her
sister, calling her no better than a light skirt. Did that make her a light
skirt too? She couldn’t afford to be one. She pulled away from the kiss.
“Unhand
me sir!”
His
eyes crinkled in suppressed laughter. “Look at where my hands are.”
She looked at one large hand still rested on the back of the
seat, the other hung lax against his side. Hard to argue with him on that, but
still he kissed her.
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Morgan
as a child had to suffer through movies with clueless heroines rescued by smart
men. Her mother dutifully read her stories where princesses waited for princes
to jumpstart their lives. There were no proactive female role models in the
media at that time, with the exception of Wonder Woman. It is for this reason, and
that it is fun, Morgan writes about strong women going after what they want.
She
has a blog about dating after forty on www.datingafterfortyeight.blogspot.com
Morgan
pinches pennies on her blog; www. http://thefrugaldivatellsall.blogspot.com/
She
also reviews book for Novelspot and blogs about writing at: www.novelspot.net
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