raised.
Also writing as Madeline Baker , she is one of the most popular authors of Native American romance and has written numerous bestsellers.
For more information about all her wonderful books, please visit her website at http://www.madelinebaker.net/
Other works from Amanda Ashley presented by Publishing by Rebecca J. Vickery:
Sandy's Angel
Jessie's Girl
The Music of the Night
http://rebeccajvickery.com
Or try these Western stories from Madeline Baker:
Seize the Lightning
Capture the Lightning
Catch the Lightning
Passion's Promise
In the Shadow of the Hills
http://westerntrailblazer.com
Sneak Peek I
Sandy's Angel
Amanda Ashley
A woman doesn't find a near-naked man lying on the road every night, and especially not one who looks as good as this one. With a bump on his head and unable to remember much, he definitely needs her help.
Sandy already has her own problems – a failing ranch, hands leaving, and a note about to be called in by the bank. But she can't leave the poor man injured and unclothed.
Will taking him home prove to be a bad decision on her part? Or could he be her answer to a prayer?
Chapter 1
Hell Town, Wyoming, 1885
Sandy pulled back hard on the reins to keep the horses from trampling whatever, or whoever, was lying across the trail.
Ordinarily, she would have been watching the road more closely on a cloudy night like this, but she was still reeling from the sight of a comet or some other heavenly body that had gone streaking across the night sky in front of her only a few moments earlier.
And now this. She hoped it wasn't a deer, or worse, one of her heifers.
Looping the reins around the brake, she climbed down from the wagon and walked toward the still figure, which was clearly illuminated in the glow of a bright harvest moon.
Heidi jumped out of the back of the wagon and followed her, growling softly.
Sandy pressed a hand to her heart as she drew closer. It wasn't a calf, or a deer. It was a man. A man who was very nearly naked.
"Oh, please," she whispered, one hand at her throat. "Please don't be dead".
The words repeated themselves in her mind as she knelt beside him and gently rolled him onto his back.
Her first thought was that he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Not beautiful in the feminine sense of the word, for he was totally, blatantly male from the top of his head to the soles of his bare feet, but beautiful nonetheless. Her gaze skimmed over him – long black hair, thick sooty-colored lashes, an aristocratic nose, perfectly shaped, sensual lips, broad shoulders, a chest lightly furred with curly black hair, a washboard stomach, long muscular arms and legs. Sheer, masculine perfection, she thought again, all wrapped up in a nice healthy tan.
She frowned at the odd-looking cloth that covered his loins. It was dark green and for some peculiar reason, it reminded her of a fig leaf.
Sandy sat back on her heels. There was no sign of blood. No outward evidence of anything broken or sprained. As far as she could tell, he was breathing normally. There was something almost hypnotic about the steady rise and fall of that broad beautiful chest.
Tentatively, she placed her hand on his shoulder. His skin felt warm and smooth.
"Hey." She shook his shoulder gently. "Hey, can you hear me?"
Tail wagging, Heidi licked the man's face.
"Here now, Heidi, stop that." Grabbing the dog's collar, she pulled the Collie away. "Sit, girl. Stay."
The man stirred slightly, and then his eyelids fluttered open.
"Are you all right?" Sandy asked, unable to draw her gaze from his face. In the soft glow of the moon's light, she could see that his eyes were a deep clear blue, like heavenly sapphires.
He blinked up at her. "Hello, Sandra Lynne Davis."
Sandy sat back on her heels. "Who the devil are you?" she asked, startled to hear her name on a stranger's lips "And how the heck do you know who I am?"
"My name is Rafael," he replied, his voice deep and soft and
Also writing as Madeline Baker , she is one of the most popular authors of Native American romance and has written numerous bestsellers.
For more information about all her wonderful books, please visit her website at http://www.madelinebaker.net/
Other works from Amanda Ashley presented by Publishing by Rebecca J. Vickery:
Sandy's Angel
Jessie's Girl
The Music of the Night
http://rebeccajvickery.com
Or try these Western stories from Madeline Baker:
Seize the Lightning
Capture the Lightning
Catch the Lightning
Passion's Promise
In the Shadow of the Hills
http://westerntrailblazer.com
Sneak Peek I
Sandy's Angel
Amanda Ashley
A woman doesn't find a near-naked man lying on the road every night, and especially not one who looks as good as this one. With a bump on his head and unable to remember much, he definitely needs her help.
Sandy already has her own problems – a failing ranch, hands leaving, and a note about to be called in by the bank. But she can't leave the poor man injured and unclothed.
Will taking him home prove to be a bad decision on her part? Or could he be her answer to a prayer?
Chapter 1
Hell Town, Wyoming, 1885
Sandy pulled back hard on the reins to keep the horses from trampling whatever, or whoever, was lying across the trail.
Ordinarily, she would have been watching the road more closely on a cloudy night like this, but she was still reeling from the sight of a comet or some other heavenly body that had gone streaking across the night sky in front of her only a few moments earlier.
And now this. She hoped it wasn't a deer, or worse, one of her heifers.
Looping the reins around the brake, she climbed down from the wagon and walked toward the still figure, which was clearly illuminated in the glow of a bright harvest moon.
Heidi jumped out of the back of the wagon and followed her, growling softly.
Sandy pressed a hand to her heart as she drew closer. It wasn't a calf, or a deer. It was a man. A man who was very nearly naked.
"Oh, please," she whispered, one hand at her throat. "Please don't be dead".
The words repeated themselves in her mind as she knelt beside him and gently rolled him onto his back.
Her first thought was that he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Not beautiful in the feminine sense of the word, for he was totally, blatantly male from the top of his head to the soles of his bare feet, but beautiful nonetheless. Her gaze skimmed over him – long black hair, thick sooty-colored lashes, an aristocratic nose, perfectly shaped, sensual lips, broad shoulders, a chest lightly furred with curly black hair, a washboard stomach, long muscular arms and legs. Sheer, masculine perfection, she thought again, all wrapped up in a nice healthy tan.
She frowned at the odd-looking cloth that covered his loins. It was dark green and for some peculiar reason, it reminded her of a fig leaf.
Sandy sat back on her heels. There was no sign of blood. No outward evidence of anything broken or sprained. As far as she could tell, he was breathing normally. There was something almost hypnotic about the steady rise and fall of that broad beautiful chest.
Tentatively, she placed her hand on his shoulder. His skin felt warm and smooth.
"Hey." She shook his shoulder gently. "Hey, can you hear me?"
Tail wagging, Heidi licked the man's face.
"Here now, Heidi, stop that." Grabbing the dog's collar, she pulled the Collie away. "Sit, girl. Stay."
The man stirred slightly, and then his eyelids fluttered open.
"Are you all right?" Sandy asked, unable to draw her gaze from his face. In the soft glow of the moon's light, she could see that his eyes were a deep clear blue, like heavenly sapphires.
He blinked up at her. "Hello, Sandra Lynne Davis."
Sandy sat back on her heels. "Who the devil are you?" she asked, startled to hear her name on a stranger's lips "And how the heck do you know who I am?"
"My name is Rafael," he replied, his voice deep and soft and
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