Mail Order Bride: The Breakaway:
Tragedy sent Sherman Elias McHuay west twelve years ago. But
his troubled past barrels in like a runaway train or—more
appropriately—smacks him over the head in the form of a
violet-eyed miss without a lick of common sense to her name.
If one could actually determine her name.
Amaris Johnston’s carefully laid plans to head west as a mail
order bride ratchet up when an announcement for her impending
nuptials to the son of a prominent US Senator are set to go public.
Not that she’d agreed to marry in the first place. A forced
engagement and her family—a conniving slew of ambitious and
power-hungry tyrants—send her running for the Colorado hills.
Can a slow talking sheriff and a headstrong girl bent on
recklessness outwit her powerful family?
Excerpt: Mail Order Bride: The Breakaway
“Who are you, Mari Jones?”
She didn’t disappoint, leaning into him and whispering, “Aw,
Sheriff, you don’t really want to know.”
He couldn’t tell if she was teasing him as an interminable silence
blanketed them before she seemed to come to her senses. She
squared her shoulders and stepped back, clinging to his damn cat.
She turned her back to him, clearing her throat. “The truth is,
Sheriff. I’m a mail order bride. Already bought and paid for,” she
said primly.
The words didn’t penetrate until she was halfway down the path.
An unexplained fury roared through him and he was on her,
grasping her upper arms spinning her around.
“The hell you are,” he bit out before he crashed his mouth over hers
with an unleashed violence he hadn’t experienced since Johnston
held his hand over fire coercing his promise to leave town.
The desire to invade this beauty’s mouth threatened his ability in
remaining upright. Her shock softened into the sweetest response.
It was life-changing, life-saving. How was it possible?
Comprehension ricocheted seeped through a veil of fog. A single
searing bullet that imploded his chest. Innocent. She was an
innocent and he was in the worst danger of violating her. He tore
his mouth away with a sharpness that left him gasping for breath,
his lungs burning with need. His scarred hand throbbed.
The only sound in the still night was the harsh intake of their
breathing. Relief flooded him. He was not the only one affected.
Her large purple eyes glowed like ice in the slivered moonlight.
About Kathy L Wheeler
Kathy L Wheeler (a.k.a. Kae Elle Wheeler for her Cinderella Series) has a BA in Management Information Systems from the University of Central Oklahoma that includes over forty credit hours of vocal music. She was a computer programmer for the Hertz Corporation for over fifteen years and utilizes karaoke for her vocal music talents. Other passions include the NFL, the NBA, travel, musical theatre, painting, reading, and writing.
She is a member of several chapters of the Romance Writers of America: Greater Seattle chapter, Olympia and Eastside chapters, The Beau Monde Chapter and Hearts Through History.
Her main sources of inspiration come from mostly an over-active imagination. She currently resides in the Seattle area with her musically talented husband, Al, and their bossy cat, Carly, and sweet dog, Angel.
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