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Sunny Winslow knows exactly what she wants in a man. When she meets the blacksmith in her new home, Abel Armstrong, she's immediately hooked. Unfortunately, her mother has other plans for her that do not include a blacksmith. Her mother is determined to tie Sunny to a rich town counselor. Sunny is desperate to escape the counselor, so she embarks on a series of schemes to get what she wants.
Abel Armstrong has some skeletons in his closet. In the year of 1873, it's quite the scandal to be a divorced man. Over the course of the last ten years, he's had to work very hard to get his reputation back. Meeting Sunny is like a breath of fresh air, but he can't afford to throw caution to the wind and force their joining by doing something disreputable.
Can spankings teach Sunny to have some patience and trust that Abel's way is the right way? And, can Abel deal with Sunny's impulsive scheming and keep his standing in the community intact?
Part of the Sons of Johnny Hastings Book Set: http://goo.gl/sv4Cra
Excerpt:
As he put on his hat against the
afternoon sun, he observed a game of blind-man's-bluff a group of
young women, somewhere between seventeen and twenty-one years old,
were playing. They were laughing and giggling, flitting around each
other and trying to confuse the one with the blindfold over her eyes.
She was laughing as hard as the others and her attempts to tag one of
them were vigorous but fruitless. Her hair was dark blonde with
sunlit streaks, and her mouth was a rosebud, pink and tender. The
girl's laugh trilled in the air like the crystal bells the ladies
played at church concerts. She had a fine figure, too, petite and
perfectly proportioned. A woman that size would make Abel feel like a
giant among men.
Eventually, the woman tagged someone,
and then fell to the ground with breathless giggles, pulling off her
blindfold as she fell. Her eyes were as blue as cornflowers, glowing
with youth and vitality. Abel pegged her age at nineteen or twenty.
And, best of all, she was new around here. He'd never seen her
before. It seemed unlikely that anyone was already courting
her…unless she was maybe already married. It was common enough for
women of such an age to be married, some with children already. She
probably wouldn't know about his societal scar.
He tried to make out if she had a ring
on her finger, but he couldn't quite tell.
His friend Bruce sauntered up, offering
him a glass of lemonade, which Abel took and absentmindedly sipped
at. "Now that's a pretty sight," Bruce said with a smile,
as they watched the girls playing.
"Yes, indeed."
"A single man like you could have
his pick, Abel. I don't know why you haven't settled down yet. It's
been nearly ten years."
Looking at the new girl, he was
wondering the same thing, but it didn't take him long to remind
himself that a giggly girl barely out of the schoolroom was hardly
the right mate for man of his age. He needed a widow, maybe. It
wasn't as exciting as having a young woman, of course.
I don't usually like to read books that take place in the 'olden days' lol but this sounds like it could be pretty good.. thanks for sharing the excerpt!
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