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Either
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Join Cody and Britania
on their "road trip" to Leadville
as they fend off wild animals,
face down a dastardly villain,
and discover a passionate love for one another.
on their "road trip" to Leadville
as they fend off wild animals,
face down a dastardly villain,
and discover a passionate love for one another.
Colorado, 1880
Kicked out of England for offending the Royal
Family, Britania Rule heads for Leadville, in the Colorado backcountry. Passing
herself off as a highborn lady, she pursues her dream of opening a parlor of
spiritual enlightenment.
Cody James, her guide, thinks he must be
half-crazy to hire-out to a female. But his luck at the gaming tables has run
dry, and she’s his meal-ticket out of town. Betrayed by the only woman he ever
loved, and shot and left for dead by a man he once called friend, Cody declares
himself a loner.
Traveling side by side, they deny their
desire for one another, but the Tarot cards say otherwise—and their hot night
of passion confirms the prediction. Will love be waiting at the end of the
trail? Or could Cody’s past destroy their future?
Cody burst out
laughing, this time even harder.
Glancing around the
back of the wagon, the reason became clear and Britania gasped in alarm. One of
her trunks had burst open, spewing lacy be-ribboned undergarments hither and
yon. These were not items worn by the type of lady she pretended to be. They
were outrageous dainties, a jezebel’s delight, couture de jour for a whore.
“Oh, bloody `ell.”
She clamped a hand
over her mouth wishing she could call back the words as her upper-class accent
gave way to East End twang. On hands and knees, she scurried around gathering
up the incriminating garments and stuffing them back into the trunk.
Using only thumb
and forefinger, Cody carefully disengaged a pink rosebud-covered corset
dangling off the back of the wagon. “Interesting choice of underclothing, Miss
Rule. Can’t say as I’ve seen such pretties outside a bordello.” He offered up
the garment, the garters taunting and swinging back and forth in front of her
nose.
“They were gifts,
if you must know,” she said, wresting it from his grasp, “going away presents
from my girlfriends. And since I nearly met my death a moment ago, I would
think you would be more worried about me, rather than the contents of my
wardrobe.”
“Sorry,” he said,
his tone indicating he wasn’t—his half-smile reinforcing the point.
Please tell your friends about Mom's new book, and ask them to forward to their friends too. She said we could buy oats and animal crackers with the money!
Thanks, Rosie
