The holiday season is approaching fast, but before you break into the Christmas romances there's still Thanksgiving. Luckily, I have a book for that, too - Charity, a short erotic-romance for the turkey season!
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.
Whatever it is, this Thanksgiving could give her a reason to be thankful for the rest of her life.
"It will definitely put you in the Thanksgiving mood!"
- You Gotta Read Reviews.
Excerpt:
The next morning broke bright and clear, and Charity’s mood
was considerably lighter than the day before. Despite being awakened by what
sounded like a very chipper Kate Rollings singing an ear-splitting song to her
housekeeper about a bicycle built for two, Charity had slept quite well.
She had an odd, heavy sensation that made her limbs feel
like they were filled with warm syrup, but it wasn’t unpleasant. And she had
faint memories of several dreams that were less than PG-13. When Joshua showed
her to the room the night before, Charity noticed the odd way he’d looked from
her to the bed and then averted his eyes. Clearly it must have put some very
scandalous ideas in her head. Nevertheless, the fresh, cool air inspired sleep
and the dreams were satisfying enough.
The bed was huge and comfortable and the room cheerful and
airy. Charity was grateful to have her own bathroom and shower and paused a
moment to look out the big windows over the pasture lands while drying her
hair. It wasn’t snowing and there was barely a wisp of cloud in the sky, so
viewing the property in question might even be a pleasant task. When Joshua
informed her that the Retreat was accessible by Jeep, instead of horseback as
she’d initially feared, she almost started to look forward to it.
Over a mountainous breakfast of eggs and ham that would have
made her personal trainer gag, Joshua related some of the land’s history to
Charity while his mother concentrated on buttering enough toast to fill an
army.
There was a lodge located on the property dating back to
1946. It had replaced the first cabin built by Eli Rollings in 1869, which, by
then, had been used as a hunting camp by generations of Rollings men. Joshua
told her that there wasn’t much left of the original site aside from an old
stone well. It seemed the previous masters of the Rollings spread, Joshua’s grandfather
and father, always suspected times would force them to sell the valuable land
at some point, so they’d made sure the only thing left there was the new lodge
and fond memories.
“There’s still the old grown-over sinkhole where the
original outhouse used to be,” Joshua teased with a chuckle as she climbed into
his four wheeled truck, “if you’d like to tour that.”
“I think I can do without that, thanks,” Charity responded
with a laugh. “I’m a bit of a history buff, but more of the public television
variety than the kind that snoop into pioneer plumbing or lack thereof.”
“City girl,” he teased, slamming the truck door and reaching
for his seatbelt. She smiled when he finally tossed a Stetson on, thinking the
image was now complete.
~*~
Charity is also available in my ebook/paperback collection, ALL I WANT: The Anne Holly-Day Collection.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
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