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Book: Miranda And The Ranch Hand (Domestic Discipline Romance) by Coleen Singer
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Authors: Coleen Singer
Tags: Romance, Historical, Adult, BDSM, Western, Short-Story, Texas, Law Enforcement, 19th century, Erotic, ranch hand, Bachelor, Ranchers, Victorian, spanking, Domestic Discipline, undercover, anal play, Forever Love, Single Woman, austin, finishing school, Headstrong, Older Brothers, Veterinary School, Livestock, Rustling Cattle, Part Owner
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hour and held her even tighter.
Chapter Five
Miranda awoke before dawn Saturday morning, with a smile on her face, and what felt like a herd of buffalos stampeding through her stomach. She was getting married today. She looked over at her armoire where her mother’s wedding dress hung—today her wedding dress.
“Oh, Mama, did you feel this nervous the day you wore that beautiful dress? I wish you were here to tell me what to expect this day… and this night.” Miranda knew that’s what she was really nervous about—her wedding night. Every time Dylan touched her, she felt all these sensations in her body, and she was a little afraid of the intensity of those feelings. She had sensed more than once that it took every ounce of control Dylan had to hold their passion in check until they were married.
Of course she knew the biology of what happened between a man and a woman, but that didn’t begin to prepare her for dealing with the emotional upheaval she felt when Dylan was around. She so wanted to show him how much she loved him, but she was afraid of disappointing him with her inexperience.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She trusted Dylan. It would be all right. She decided what she needed was her morning ride to really clear her head and concentrate on the upcoming wedding. She dressed in an old riding skirt and blouse and headed down to the stables while the rest of the house slept.
Dylan had been joining her on her morning rides since she was back on a horse again, after her recovery from the shooting. But she was up earlier than usual this morning, and she almost hoped he wasn’t there. She needed to be alone for a while. When she got to the tack room to get her saddle, she saw a spray of wild flowers—white lace picked from their meadow—and a note.
I figured you’d want to ride alone this morning.
Meet me in front of the preacher at noon.
Love, D
Her nerves melted and her eyes welled up with glistening tears. How could one man be so strong and tough, and yet so tender and romantic? It was going to be a glorious day. She took the note and flowers and then saddled up Windfire and rode off thinking about her life as Mrs. Miranda Wrightman.
At noon the sun was high and warm for late September. There was a light breeze. More than 200 guests were gathered in the gardens out behind the Double-R ranch house. Dylan stood tall above the crowd, not noticing the admiring glances of dozens of young women disappointed that this handsome catch was about to be caught. His rugged good looks weren’t at all uncomfortable in the black suit, white shirt, black tie and new black Stetson. He had a single white rose in his lapel.
He stood next to the preacher waiting for Miranda. He turned to David who was standing up for him and asked for the fifth time if he had the rings. David smiled at the question, which was the only sign of Dylan’s nerves, but before he could reassure the groom, the music started, and there she was.
Miranda walked out onto the back portico on Marcus’s arm to the collective oohs and aaahs of the crowd—there was even a whistle or two. She smiled and Dylan thought his heart would stop. She looked gorgeous! The dress was perfect for her; there was a blush on her high cheekbones and an extra bright sparkle in her eye. Her hair fell down her back, long and loose with the wild flowers Dylan had left her this morning woven through her flowing locks. Her happiness was written across her face for all to read.
She looked up at Marcus, who squeezed her hand and couldn’t smile wide enough to show all his pride in his little sister. There was also just a touch of sadness in his eyes as he thought of literally giving her away to the care of another man. He guessed this was how their father would have felt, if he had been standing there at that moment.
The ceremony was short and then the celebration kicked into high gear. If there was one thing Texans knew how to do
Chapter Five
Miranda awoke before dawn Saturday morning, with a smile on her face, and what felt like a herd of buffalos stampeding through her stomach. She was getting married today. She looked over at her armoire where her mother’s wedding dress hung—today her wedding dress.
“Oh, Mama, did you feel this nervous the day you wore that beautiful dress? I wish you were here to tell me what to expect this day… and this night.” Miranda knew that’s what she was really nervous about—her wedding night. Every time Dylan touched her, she felt all these sensations in her body, and she was a little afraid of the intensity of those feelings. She had sensed more than once that it took every ounce of control Dylan had to hold their passion in check until they were married.
Of course she knew the biology of what happened between a man and a woman, but that didn’t begin to prepare her for dealing with the emotional upheaval she felt when Dylan was around. She so wanted to show him how much she loved him, but she was afraid of disappointing him with her inexperience.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She trusted Dylan. It would be all right. She decided what she needed was her morning ride to really clear her head and concentrate on the upcoming wedding. She dressed in an old riding skirt and blouse and headed down to the stables while the rest of the house slept.
Dylan had been joining her on her morning rides since she was back on a horse again, after her recovery from the shooting. But she was up earlier than usual this morning, and she almost hoped he wasn’t there. She needed to be alone for a while. When she got to the tack room to get her saddle, she saw a spray of wild flowers—white lace picked from their meadow—and a note.
I figured you’d want to ride alone this morning.
Meet me in front of the preacher at noon.
Love, D
Her nerves melted and her eyes welled up with glistening tears. How could one man be so strong and tough, and yet so tender and romantic? It was going to be a glorious day. She took the note and flowers and then saddled up Windfire and rode off thinking about her life as Mrs. Miranda Wrightman.
At noon the sun was high and warm for late September. There was a light breeze. More than 200 guests were gathered in the gardens out behind the Double-R ranch house. Dylan stood tall above the crowd, not noticing the admiring glances of dozens of young women disappointed that this handsome catch was about to be caught. His rugged good looks weren’t at all uncomfortable in the black suit, white shirt, black tie and new black Stetson. He had a single white rose in his lapel.
He stood next to the preacher waiting for Miranda. He turned to David who was standing up for him and asked for the fifth time if he had the rings. David smiled at the question, which was the only sign of Dylan’s nerves, but before he could reassure the groom, the music started, and there she was.
Miranda walked out onto the back portico on Marcus’s arm to the collective oohs and aaahs of the crowd—there was even a whistle or two. She smiled and Dylan thought his heart would stop. She looked gorgeous! The dress was perfect for her; there was a blush on her high cheekbones and an extra bright sparkle in her eye. Her hair fell down her back, long and loose with the wild flowers Dylan had left her this morning woven through her flowing locks. Her happiness was written across her face for all to read.
She looked up at Marcus, who squeezed her hand and couldn’t smile wide enough to show all his pride in his little sister. There was also just a touch of sadness in his eyes as he thought of literally giving her away to the care of another man. He guessed this was how their father would have felt, if he had been standing there at that moment.
The ceremony was short and then the celebration kicked into high gear. If there was one thing Texans knew how to do
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