Charity Miller has spent her whole life in an urban island surrounded by the wilds of Montana where she’s never ventured too far from her plans. But when she heads into the Big Snowy Mountains to square a land deal one chilly November, her normally-professional self fades away. Maybe it’s the mountain air or finally quitting her diet. Or maybe it’s “real-live-cowboy” Joshua Rollings and his many attractions that has her off balance.
Whatever it is, this Thanksgiving could give her a reason to be thankful for the rest of her life.
“Sorry,” Joshua said softly, as her eyes opened the next morning.
“Hmmm?” she asked as she stretched. Her muscles bore a new soreness that hadn’t been there before. His sex had been rough, manful, and even she felt delicate in its wake.
He traced a small, blue mark on the inside of her arm with a fingertip, his touch now lighter than a feather on her ravaged body.
“I shouldn’t have...”
“Shhhh,” she said, pressing a kiss to his beloved lips. “I certainly didn’t mind,” she offered, smiling. “It was your turn to use me.” The gentle whisper of her voice took the bitterness out of the words and she put an arm behind his head to pull him into a hug.
“I should’ve treated you more gently,” he said, but the self-condemnation in his voice was easing. He bent over her and without meaning to, she knew their need was rising again, only this time like a soft breeze instead of a storm.
“I hate to ruin the mood,” she whispered into his neck, “but I really gotta pee.”
Laughing, he rolled back over on to the mattress and let her up.
“Good God, girl,” he groaned, his eyes pinned on her nude body padding towards the bathroom. “You’re good enough to eat – you better get back to this bed, pronto. I’ve got another need.”
Giggling at his compliments, Charity hurried to the washroom, “You better save some of that appetite for turkey,” she tossed over her shoulder as an afterthought.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned. “It’s Thanksgiving, isn’t it?”
She laughed as she closed the bathroom door, knowing he was contemplating lunch with a whole house filled with old biddies invited by Daisy and Kate which meant having to mind his manners when he least felt like it.
They’d have their morning in bed but she had some work to do. Whether Joshua liked it or not, Charity was going to help save him from himself.
You can see more on my holiday tales website and read the opening on D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters this past week. You can also sample via Kindle.
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