Hi Kris. Thank you for so much for
hosting me today on your blog. And thanks to all of you that are joining the
Happy Holiday Exchange. I hope you enjoy the tour. I’m sure you will find some
great reads to keep you company this holiday season. ~ Devon
Violet
Webster is a bride on the run. The last thing she wants is to get married, especially
to a stranger twice her age. However, agreeing to be a mail-order bride had
been her only option and it paid the steep passage to San Francisco so she
could locate her father. She’d find him too, if only her betrothed’s son would
stay out of her way.
Garrett
Sutherlin is on a mission. Delivering the striking, ebony haired beauty to his
father’s doorstep not only paid off his debt, the effort would grant him
freedom from the man’s condescending hold. As far as he’s concerned, Miss
Webster made her own bed.
Unfortunately,
his father will be the one to lie beside her.
Excerpt:
“Name’s
Sutherlin.”
“Sutherlin?”
A surprised gasp escaped her as hope stirred, fluttering like the wings of a
butterfly in her stomach. “But you’re not…no, you can’t be.” Confused, she
searched his face. “Are you my intended?”
Violet locked onto his gaze. She saw something
she couldn’t quite read in the darkened depths. Sorrow? Regret? Whatever it
was, the emotion quickly faded and was replaced by a clear veil of distrust.
“No,
little dove, I’m not,” he stated firmly. “Or should I call you cunning fox? Not
that it matters.” He shrugged. “You are marrying my father.”
Her blood
froze. Spoken out loud, the direness of her situation magnified. She was spoken
for. Promised to his kin. A man twice her age, and, other than two
corresponding letters, a faceless stranger.
For a
moment, she’d actually longed for the possibility of the man standing before
her being her future husband. Even embraced it. And cunning fox? The words
stung only because they spoke the truth.
A painful,
but honest depiction. At the moment, she felt anything but trustful. Yet, how
could he know of her intentions? Didn’t matter. The search for her father
trumped snide insinuations and witty tag-names, regardless of how true they
might be.
“Shall we
continue to our quarters?” he asked, shattering her thoughts and breaking the
silence.
“Do I have
a choice?” she questioned sharply, more upset at herself than his request.
Unable to hold her tongue, she blurted, “And in regards to your blatant
questioning of my character, perhaps you are right. However, considering the
fact I feel as if I’ve been caught in a trap, the word cunning is hardly accurate.”
The quick
retort brought forth a low rumble of laughter and a boyish grin, softening the
hard, jagged scar under his eye. In response, her pulse spiked and a cool sheen
of perspiration dampened her skin.
Not easily
swayed by a man’s charms, certainly not a mere smile, she questioned the
reaction. With her mind reeling, she continued planning a course of escape.
Now, she
had one more reason she couldn’t possibly marry into this family.
Amazon Bestseller Devon McKay writes
historical and contemporary romance with a western flair. If she's not writing,
she's busy with chores on her small ranch, working on a stained glass project
or walking one of her three dogs through the woods. Her greatest joy is putting
a smile on a readers face and hearing from fans.
Please check out Devon’s website or contact her by email. You can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter.
Please check out Devon’s website or contact her by email. You can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter.
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