Loner's Lady. Lynna Banning
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Название: Loner's Lady

Автор: Lynna Banning

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Историческая литература

Серия: Mills & Boon Historical

isbn: 9781472040169

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      “Dan will be coming home,” Ellen said in a suddenly quivery voice.

      “Most likely.” Jess didn’t say anything else for a long while.

      Ellen struggled to absorb the words. How quickly her life had turned upside down. An hour ago…

      Her cheeks grew hot. An hour ago she hadn’t been thinking about Dan at all. She’d been thinking about Jess Flint.

      “Ellen. There’s…” he closed his eyes momentarily “…there’s more.”

      Incredulous, she stared at him. “More? What ‘more’?” She punched her balled-up fist into his chest.

      He caught her hand, imprisoned it in his, and when she tried to jerk out of his grasp, he lifted his arms and pinned her against him. “Ellen. Ellen.”

      She went perfectly still. “All right, tell me the rest, damn you. Get it over with.”

      Praise for

       Lynna Banning

      “Do not read Lynna Banning expecting some trite, clichéd western romance. This author breathes fresh air into the West.”

      —Romantic Reviews Today

      The Scout

      “Though a romance through and through, The Scout is also a story with powerful undertones of sacrifice and longing.”

      —Romantic Times BOOKclub

      The Angel of Devil’s Camp

      “This sweet charmer of an Americana romance has just the right amount of humor, poignancy and a cast of quirky characters.”

      —Romantic Times BOOKclub

      The Ranger and the Redhead

      “…fast-paced, adventure-filled story…”

      —Romantic Times BOOKclub

      Loner’s Lady

      Lynna Banning

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      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Chapter Twenty-Two

      Chapter Twenty-Three

      Chapter Twenty-Four

      Chapter Twenty-Five

      Chapter Twenty-Six

      Chapter Twenty-Seven

      Chapter Twenty-Eight

      Epilogue

      Author’s Note

       Chapter One

       S he saw him coming up Creek Road and for a moment her heart stopped beating. Clutching the pitted garden trowel in one hand, she tucked a wayward strand of hair back under her blue sunbonnet and squinted into the late afternoon sun until her vision blurred.

      But it wasn’t Dan. She released the breath she’d been holding and studied the man. A worn-looking leather saddle weighed down one shoulder, and a dark hat slanted over his eyes. He walked with a slight hesitation in his gait, as if one knee was stiff. Just another saddle tramp looking for a meal.

      Ellen watched for a minute, then bent to the row of leafy vegetables and pulled up an extra half-dozen carrots for supper. She couldn’t bear the thought of someone, even a saddle tramp, going hungry.

      Drawing in a slow lungful of the hot, earth-scented summer air, she resumed weeding. Probably lost his horse in a poker game. She sniffed at the thought and yanked a clump of chickweed out of the ground. What was it about gambling that men found so irresistible?

      Getting something for nothing, Dan had told her once with a cocky grin. Ellen knew better. Most often he started with Something and ended up with Nothing.

      Pulling the kitchen knife from her apron pocket, she sliced off a dozen yellow squash and two shiny green peppers. At least her simple meal would be colorful.

      She straightened again as the man turned in at her gate. It took him a long time to push open the rickety contraption she had cobbled together out of used nails and crooked sugar pine limbs. It sagged badly, the rusted hinge held in place by a single screw. Another of the thousand and one things she hadn’t had time to fix.

      “Miz O’Brian?”

      Ellen СКАЧАТЬ