Here’s a short excerpt from Guardian Bride:
His intent gaze wandered over her face for a long, silent moment before he asked, “What about you, Summer? What do you like?”
This time she did stop herself from saying you. But just barely, for it surely was the only thought zipping around in her head. All of a sudden, she knew it was time to leave””while she still could. “I like patients who follow doctor’s orders. And it’s time you get some sleep.”
“There’s not a doctor here.”
Had his voice always sounded so husky and persuasive? She squirmed, preparing to stand, but his hold on her hand tightened.
“The doctor left orders with me for you to follow.” Was that her voice sounding so shaky? She swallowed. “And one of those orders was lots of sleep.”
He closed his eyes. “I guess I am a little sleepy. But will you stay a little longer? Just talk as I drift off.”
“About what?” she asked, more than willing to stay.
He yawned. “Whatever you want.” He rolled his hand, lacing his fingers with hers. “Just don’t leave.”
“I won’t,” she promised.
“Neither will I,” he said, clearly drifting off into slumber land.
And one from Her Midnight Cowboy:
They were through the doorway, and he kept moving, forcing her down the hall. “Yes, you.” His nose bumped hers. “You will not parade yourself about half dressed. Not in front of me or anyone else.”
She grabbed the end post of the large staircase, stopping both of them. “Not even my father tells m”””
“Nor will you ride the hills by yourself, or run to town on a whim.” He laid a hand on the stair railing, curling his fingers around the polished wood for support. No longer whispering, he said, “I have ten thousand head of cattle to see to, I don’t need any trouble from you.”
Huffing, she asked, “Trouble from me?”
“Yes.” He nodded at the second floor. “Now hightail your little butt upstairs and get dressed.”
Her eyes widened. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Oh, yes, I can.” He took a step back and pointed upstairs. “Go, now.”
Angel’s chin dropped. “I don’t”””
The sting of his palm connecting with her backside stopped her outburst. It had been action without thought. Being responsible for her virtue was more than he bargained for. “Go before I drag you up those stairs and dress you myself.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Try me.” he challenged.
The stare down lasted a few minutes before she gave in and stomped up the stairs. Stopping on about the fifth one, she turned around and glared at him. “You’ll rue this day, Mr. McGuire.”
His eyes locked on the way her breasts rose and fell. “I already do, Angel girl. I already do.”
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