Hi
Tina.
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
Blurb:
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.
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About
Devon McKay
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.
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