for no one told me how dangerous you are,” he said in his soft, low voice. I stared at him uncomprehendingly, and a heavy silence fell between us.
I heard the groom outside singing; I heard the horses in their boxes. I thought I had better go. Finally regaining control of my body I turned away, but he said abruptly, “Come and talk. I promise I’ll behave.” And I knew I too felt the need to talk about this, to see if it was real.
I followed him to the back of the coach house where there were a couple of bales of hay, and we sat down side by side, careful not to touch. I felt the shock of his arm around me, the desire in his kiss. I still trembled. I dared not look at him again. Staring at my trembling hands, I tried to control them, gripping them tightly, watching the knuckles turn white. The dark red scab of the scrape split a little and oozed drops of bright red blood.
One part gambler, two parts charmer, Trevor Malloy has finally met his match.
The Gift
© 2006 Beth Williamson
Malloy Family, Book 5
Trevor Malloy loves women of all shapes and sizes. When he bets a small fortune on a hand of poker only to lose to a lady gambler he can’t seem to charm, he finds himself beholden to a woman for the first time.
Adelaide Burns refuses to fall under Trevor’s spell and is determined to make him pay every cent he owes her—in muscle and sweat.
Like sparks from flint and rock, Trevor and Adelaide nearly set the sheets on fire. Together they find heaven in each others arms, fight for Adelaide’s saloon and face a future that only the luck of the cards will tell.
Warning this title contains the following: explicit sex, violence.
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Gift:
Trevor kept an eye on Adelaide all morning, at least when he could. She seemed to be everywhere, busy doing all her daily tasks with Dustin at her side. He still couldn’t come to terms with the fact that he’d slept with Adelaide.
Had amazing sex with her. Sex so incredible he was half-erect just thinking about it. With an annoyed grunt, he went into the kitchen to wash up the breakfast dishes. He actually enjoyed spending time in the kitchen with Marybeth. Reminded him a bit of home, of his mother. He missed her and home, not that he’d admit that to anyone until pain of death or torture. There were a few things a man had to be manly about. One of them was missing his mama.
He put the last load of plates into the soapy water as Marybeth stepped outside to “take care of business”. It wasn’t until he heard Adelaide yell that he realized something was wrong in the saloon. He slammed out of the kitchen and assessed the situation in a blink.
Two men were holding her down, one of them had his boot on her hair. The other straddled her waist.
She struggled and punched at both of them. Trevor felt rage sweep through him like a bonfire.
He yanked the man off her stomach by the collar, earning a choking sound that gave him grim satisfaction. He punched that bastard in the nose, spraying blood everywhere. The second one, a black-haired, scurvy devil, slammed into him with a roundhouse punch to the right side of his jaw. Trevor stumbled, but didn’t fall. He ducked to avoid the next punch and landed a blow to the man’s flabby paunch.
“Lousy bastards!” Adelaide picked up her favorite spittoon and wielded it like a weapon. “Get out, McGee, or I swear to Christ I’ll split your head open.”
Trevor knew she meant it. Hell, he still had a headache from his encounter with that damn brass thing.
“Call off your dog.” The one he assumed was McGee bared his yellowed teeth at Trevor.
“Only if you take your lackey and get your asses out of my saloon in the next ten seconds.” Adelaide looked about ready to do murder. Her eyes glowed with fury and retribution, a veritable warrior goddess.
A twinge of pride for her rang through him. Reminded him a bit of his sister, Nicky, a woman who didn’t take shit from any man.
Trevor stood,
I heard the groom outside singing; I heard the horses in their boxes. I thought I had better go. Finally regaining control of my body I turned away, but he said abruptly, “Come and talk. I promise I’ll behave.” And I knew I too felt the need to talk about this, to see if it was real.
I followed him to the back of the coach house where there were a couple of bales of hay, and we sat down side by side, careful not to touch. I felt the shock of his arm around me, the desire in his kiss. I still trembled. I dared not look at him again. Staring at my trembling hands, I tried to control them, gripping them tightly, watching the knuckles turn white. The dark red scab of the scrape split a little and oozed drops of bright red blood.
One part gambler, two parts charmer, Trevor Malloy has finally met his match.
The Gift
© 2006 Beth Williamson
Malloy Family, Book 5
Trevor Malloy loves women of all shapes and sizes. When he bets a small fortune on a hand of poker only to lose to a lady gambler he can’t seem to charm, he finds himself beholden to a woman for the first time.
Adelaide Burns refuses to fall under Trevor’s spell and is determined to make him pay every cent he owes her—in muscle and sweat.
Like sparks from flint and rock, Trevor and Adelaide nearly set the sheets on fire. Together they find heaven in each others arms, fight for Adelaide’s saloon and face a future that only the luck of the cards will tell.
Warning this title contains the following: explicit sex, violence.
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Gift:
Trevor kept an eye on Adelaide all morning, at least when he could. She seemed to be everywhere, busy doing all her daily tasks with Dustin at her side. He still couldn’t come to terms with the fact that he’d slept with Adelaide.
Had amazing sex with her. Sex so incredible he was half-erect just thinking about it. With an annoyed grunt, he went into the kitchen to wash up the breakfast dishes. He actually enjoyed spending time in the kitchen with Marybeth. Reminded him a bit of home, of his mother. He missed her and home, not that he’d admit that to anyone until pain of death or torture. There were a few things a man had to be manly about. One of them was missing his mama.
He put the last load of plates into the soapy water as Marybeth stepped outside to “take care of business”. It wasn’t until he heard Adelaide yell that he realized something was wrong in the saloon. He slammed out of the kitchen and assessed the situation in a blink.
Two men were holding her down, one of them had his boot on her hair. The other straddled her waist.
She struggled and punched at both of them. Trevor felt rage sweep through him like a bonfire.
He yanked the man off her stomach by the collar, earning a choking sound that gave him grim satisfaction. He punched that bastard in the nose, spraying blood everywhere. The second one, a black-haired, scurvy devil, slammed into him with a roundhouse punch to the right side of his jaw. Trevor stumbled, but didn’t fall. He ducked to avoid the next punch and landed a blow to the man’s flabby paunch.
“Lousy bastards!” Adelaide picked up her favorite spittoon and wielded it like a weapon. “Get out, McGee, or I swear to Christ I’ll split your head open.”
Trevor knew she meant it. Hell, he still had a headache from his encounter with that damn brass thing.
“Call off your dog.” The one he assumed was McGee bared his yellowed teeth at Trevor.
“Only if you take your lackey and get your asses out of my saloon in the next ten seconds.” Adelaide looked about ready to do murder. Her eyes glowed with fury and retribution, a veritable warrior goddess.
A twinge of pride for her rang through him. Reminded him a bit of his sister, Nicky, a woman who didn’t take shit from any man.
Trevor stood,
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