Beckett's Birthright. Bronwyn Williams
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Название: Beckett's Birthright
Автор: Bronwyn Williams
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Историческая литература
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“Dammit, Eli, this is your fault!”
She was obviously not going to be reasonable.
“My fault. What the devil are you talking about? You’re the one who insists on riding that hell-bred snorter!”
“He is not a—a snorter! Whatever that means.”
They were pratically shouting, kneeling no more than six inches apart on the red, sun-baked clay. “He’s sure as hell no mount for a lady.”
“I’m no…”
The rebuttal went unfinished. The glittery look of defeat in her eyes stole the fire right out of his next charge. “Lilah? Don’t say that. Don’t even think it, because it’s not true.”
Face flaming anew, she opened her mouth, then closed it. Eli didn’t know what came over him—later he might ascribe it to sunstroke.
He yanked her into his arms and helped himself to her succulent pink mouth before she could let fly with another barrage….
Praise for author Bronwyn Williams
Longshadow’s Woman
“This is a perfect example of western romance writing at its very best…an exciting and satisfying read.”
—Romance Reviews Today
The Paper Marriage
“From first page to last, this is the way romance should be.”
—Old Book Barn Gazette
“Creating multi-dimensional characters in a warm-hearted story, Ms. Williams draws you into the heart of her tale.”
—Romantic Times
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To Gilbert Stevens Burrus, for all the love and laughter we shared too briefly.
Contents
Chapter One
Orange County, NC
1899
He was tired. Tired of moving on, tired of following false leads, tired of asking the same old questions in town after town, saloon after saloon, gambling den after gambling den. More often than not, he would lead up to it in a roundabout way. “Next round’s on me, fellows. Lady Luck was with me last night. Oh, and by the way—” Here he’d offer a conspiratorial smile. “If you happen to see a gentleman with a streak of white hair to the left of a center part, don’t be too quick to get into a game with him, he’ll be out for revenge.”
As often as not, it did the trick. Someone would remember seeing a man who fit the description. A few even recalled a name—Chips. Deuce. John Smith. Nothing a man could put much stock in. After a few more casual questions, Chandler would be off again.
Another town, another game, another lead.
But God, it grew old. Sometimes to his shame, he was tempted to let go. To take root and start building himself a brand-new future, with no ties to the past.
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