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Leah Leonard


Leah Leonard is author of several romance novels. A hopeless romantic herself, she’s been writing for over twenty years.

Website : http://www.leahleonard.com

Country Gold

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Extasy Books

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Dead Man's Diamond

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Tombstone Sherriff John Behan discovers a dying man in the desert who has the largest diamond John’s ever se...

John followed Val across the smoke-filled bar, up the creaky wooden stairs. Her floral scent lingered in the long dark hallway. She led him into the room just above the saloon.

He closed the door behind them.

“Well, sheriff, I must say I wasn’t expecting this tonight…especially not from you. What exactly can I do for you?” Val began to loosen the satin ribbon ties on her corset that held her voluptuous body in place.

John’s gaze traced the lines of her neck and came to rest on the exact spot she wanted him to notice. He swallowed hard, stepped forward and pulled her close so fast he heard her catch her breath. Their lips brushed when he pushed her back toward the bed. I can’t do this now. It’s not why I’m here. I have to get a hold of myself.

“Well, if that’s the way you want it, sheriff.”

“That’s not why I’m here.”

“How about this?” She walked toward him again, draped her long arms around his neck and kissed him before he could stop her.

John twisted her arms around, catching her wrists in his hands. He wanted nothing more than to do what she was tempting him to–throw her down on the bed and have his way with her as so many others had before him. “Not now, Val.” Maybe later…

“Oh come on, sheriff.”

He pushed her away again. “I said not now. Can’t you take no for an answer?”

She turned up her lip and pouted.

The ploy must have worked wonders for any number of men, but not him. Not now. Now he had to get some answers. He did his best to keep a strong, stern look on his face, not betray what he was thinking, or the urgency of it. “What do you know about a man named Steven Brown?”

Val visibly shifted when he mentioned the man’s name, although she looked like she was trying her best not to show any sign of emotion. For a split second, a strange and faraway look passed over her face.

“What’s wrong, Val?”

“Nothing.”

She stopped pursuing John and looked away toward the window.

“Val?” John repeated. “Tell me what you know.”

She stood silently, pulled the sheers away from the window and stared out.

John walked up behind her, stared down at the dusty street in front of the saloon where several men mounted their horses. He grabbed her shoulder, spun her around. “Do you hear me? Stop looking out that window and talk to me.”

“I hear you.” Val grabbed John by the vest and kissed him.

Her tongue ran over the stubble on his face, down his chin to his neck. John couldn’t control himself any longer. He held Val, nibbled his way down the tender part of her neck to the soft places where the salt on her skin mixed with her perfume. He stiffened.

Her hands ran all over his back, instinctively urging him to pull her closer. “Oh, sheriff,” she moaned. “I’ve wanted you to do that ever since I can remember.”

He responded by reaching eagerly into the available space between her corset and her bare skin. The fact she wanted him to take her made him know he couldn’t–at least not now. Not until he had some answers about the killer on the loose. Besides, she was almost young enough to be his daughter. Since he became Sheriff, he’d done his best to maintain proper manners when it came to his personal life. Val was about to make him forget every promise he ever made to himself. “Val,” he whispered, “I need you to talk to me.”

Val laughed and slid her hand down the front center of John’s pants and gave him a knowing squeeze. “I need you, too, sheriff.”

John sucked in his breath, filled with eager anticipation of her touch and scent. He knew better than to get involved with a witness, especially Val. She had a sexy way of batting her eyes to try and get him to change the subject, forget the fact of her lying. “Stop, Val. No more until you talk to me.” John released her and stepped away until the space between them was wide enough he could breathe freely again.

 “What are you talking about? I don’t know a thing about anyone named Steven.” The expression on her face said something entirely different.

John knew better than to push it. He needed her to trust him. “You sure about that?”

She winked and walked up to him again, tried to reach her arms around him. “You know I’d have no reason to keep anything from you now, don’t you, sheriff?”

John pressed against her, his hands wandered all over her body. He squeezed her bottom. “Is this what you want, Val?”

“Oh yes, sheriff.”

Tombstone Sherriff John Behan discovers a dying man in the desert who has the largest diamond John’s ever seen. Just before the stranger breathes his last, he whispers the name of the most desirable woman in town, Val McRae. What does Val have to do with the dead man’s diamond and can John get to her before trouble finds her?
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Kiss at Blarney Castle

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Extasy Books
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Beautiful redhead Laura Malone didn’t know much about her ancestral heritage, except what her grandmother to...
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Beautiful redhead Laura Malone didn’t know much about her ancestral heritage, except what her grandmother told her growing up.  To her surprise, her grandmother left her a special gift in her will that included an unexpected trip to Ireland to carry out her last wishes by following a trail that told the story of the love between her and Laura’s grandfather fifty years earlier.

What Laura didn’t expect was the real gift, John Ennis, who she would meet on the way and how following the path of her ancestors would lead her to find her own true love at last.
Man Of The Year

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Can she resist temptation and win the prize? When Jennifer Bradley is assigned to write a story about the CEO...

Jennifer Bradley stared at the glowing screen of her computer, fingers on keys, patiently waiting.

The caffeine rush from her triple mocha latte inspired her to pen the only thing she could think of this early in the morning—the title: Man of the Year.

She hit her delete button.

No. It should read: CEO of the Year.

She made the change, downed the rest of her coffee as quickly as she could and walked down the hall to Tonya Greene’s office and knocked on the door.

“Good morning,” Tonya said, never looking up. She had a knack for making everyone feel unimportant. “What’s up?”

“Hi. I had a question.”

“Had?”

Jennifer rolled her eyes, although Tonya didn’t seem to notice. “Have.”

“Okay, shoot.” Tonya continued reviewing her email.

“Who did we pick for man…I mean CEO of the year this time?”

“Brock Martineau.”

Jennifer cringed. “Why him?”

Tonya stopped typing, took off her reading glasses and looked up for the first time. “Why not him? The man single-handedly built an empire destined to change the world in the next few years, maybe sooner.”

“I know, but—”

Tonya shrugged. “Well, let’s see…for starters he’s environmentally friendly, employs over a thousand workers in the Dallas/Fort Worth market, not to mention he’s mentioned in nearly every newspaper in town at least once a week, plus, he’s unbelievably easy on the eyes. Don’t you think he deserves it?”

“I don’t care what he looks like. I don’t like the guy. I don’t know why. He gives me the creeps. He looks like an ego maniac to me. I’ve seen him in the papers and I don’t like him at all.”

“Wait a minute. You said you don’t care what he looks like, how is it he looks like an ego maniac, huh? Besides, it’s his business acumen I’m interested in covering, which should make him more than worth the prize.”

“I’m offering you my opinion,” Jennifer said.

“It’s appreciated, but sorry, kid. Brock Martineau is our CEO of the Year. Don’t like it? Try putting in your two cents next time.”

“But I did.”

Tonya rolled her eyes. “You weren’t even in town, remember? Miss Princess Cruise was out sailing the high seas again, or don’t you remember?”

“Yeah, but two of those days were over the weekend.”

“But still…get your facts straight, Jennifer. You’ve got a reputation to uphold here,” Tonya laughed heartily.

“Very funny. I know you want me at your beck and call around the clock, but all I have to say in my defense is if I had been here I would have picked somebody else for CEO of the Year. There are plenty of other worthy executives in town.”

“Your vote is duly noted, and too late. Thank you for your participation,” Tonya said, looking back at her screen.

“Okay. Fine. Have it your way. Brock Martineau it is.”

“Thank you. I believe I will.”

Jennifer sighed, “It’s not my decision anyway. It’s yours, I suppose.”

“Not mine alone. The advisory board tells us who they want and I listen to them and deliver.” Tonya laughed, “It’s why I get paid the big bucks around here.”

“Yeah…the big bucks, right,” Jennifer countered. “I only hope I can get there myself one day.”

“Keep it up and you will,” Tonya said.

Recalling her writers block and knowing her lack of enthusiasm for the project may cause it to linger, Jennifer asked, “Are you sure you want me to write it? Carrie might be able to…”

“Of course, Jennifer. You’re the best I’ve got.”

“The best at what, exactly?”

Tonya laughed. “No, dear, I’m not trying to whore you out to the man, I want you to write about him, okay? You just so happen to be our most talented asset in the editorial department. I’ve received several compliments on your other attributes as well, and let’s face it, if you’ve got it, I always say flaunt it.”

“I didn’t mean it…”

“Of course you did, Jen, now get to it, will you?” Tonya said.

“You’re one of a kind, Tonya.”

“Thanks for noticing. Back at ya.”

“Why not find someone besides me?”

“Who would you want me to send?” The smile melted from Tonya’s face and turned into an annoyed look Jennifer easily recognized.

“How about Carrie?”

Can she resist temptation and win the prize?

When Jennifer Bradley is assigned to write a story about the CEO of the Year she’s disgusted. Brock Martineau is a womanizing jerk who hardly deserves such an award.
Worse, her editor Tonya made her a tempting bet—to keep her hands off Brock at all costs and in return, receive an all-expense paid vacation.
Jennifer knows this will be the easiest prize she’s ever won, that is until she comes face to face with the man who could melt the coldest heart. Can Jennifer control herself and win the prize or will she fall prey to Brock’s charms?
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Natalie Locke and the Sundancer

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies

Natalie Locke learned her lessons about texting while driving the hard way when an eighteen-wheeler crossed her pa...

Ten minutes later, the girls were on their way home. Natalie’s stomach churned from the moment she and Tracy left the San Felipe Pueblo all the way down I-25 toward Albuquerque. She was worried enough about Lone Eagle, and the flat tire didn’t help any either. Since they were already over an hour late getting home, they were bound to be in big trouble. Tracy’s mom wasn’t very flexible about bending rules. They called her once earlier in the evening to say they’d be delayed. She hoped Mary wouldn’t be too upset. They did call, after all.

“Man we got lucky.” Tracy sighed.

“Yeah no kidding. The officer came along just in time.”

“Yeah, he did, right? He sure knew how to change a tire.”

This made Natalie’s stomach even more upset. “How will we explain the spare tire on the car and the other in your mom’s trunk?”

“We’ll tell the truth – we got a flat and an officer helped us out. No big deal.”

“Yeah but she’s gonna want all the details, you know?”

Tracy sighed again. “I know.”

Natalie and Tracy were both raised to be honest, and this situation was going to push them to the limit. Natalie felt ill. This was all her fault. And she was also anxious about Lone Eagle. He was so upset when they left him. She wanted to talk to him again, but apparently he wasn’t interested and turned off his phone. She tried to push him and his attitude out of her mind, knowing the mess with the car was a far bigger deal, but the situation with Lone Eagle bugged her. While they drove, Natalie tried his number again a couple of times, but there was no answer.
“Still not answering?”

“Nope.”

“Think his phone is off?”

“Yep.”

“Don’t worry about it. He’s probably asleep or something. Try again tomorrow.”

Natalie knew she was right, but the whole thing bugged her more than she wanted to admit. “What am I gonna do, Trace? He must feel horrible. I don’t want him killing himself or something.”

Tracy laughed. “Native Americans don’t believe in suicide, so I’m sure he’ll be okay. You’ll reach him when you’re supposed to, besides, we just left him. You told him everything.”

She wasn’t comforted. She pressed redial again. “Yes, but did you see the look on his face? I don’t think he believed me. He wouldn’t speak to us. I hope he’s okay, that’s all.”

Tracy kept her hands on the wheel, eyes glued to the road. She weaved in and out of several cars until they broke free. “I wouldn’t know. He’s your friend, not mine. Besides, the one person who might kill someone tonight is my mom when she finds out about the car.”

Natalie was not comforted by the humor. She dialed again. No answer. She needed to stop. She hung up and stared out the window at the lights in the foothills of the Bernalillo Valley. She looked up at the Sandia Mountains and thought about the flights she and Lone Eagle had taken. He taught her how to transform herself into a hummingbird while she slept, and the process helped her heal from the accident. He also showed her the energy from the stones in her rock shop and how they could be used to help her heal. She was grateful for the knowledge but needed to know more. First, though, she wanted to make sure he was okay. She had to get a hold of him, talk to him more about what happened and reiterate things. She dialed again. One more time, then she would stop. This time the phone rang and rang. No voicemail. Figures. Lone Eagle was not like other people she knew. He was timeless, not interested in modern technology. Besides, in the few months she knew him, she discovered words never worked with him. There was one way to reach Lone Eagle and make him understand and not by phone. She would need to reach him in her dreams tonight.

 

Natalie Locke learned her lessons about texting while driving the hard way when an eighteen-wheeler crossed her path and she nearly lost her life. Thanks to her accident, she met her new mentor, Lone Eagle, a Native American Shaman who is destined to teach her about the healing powers in the rocks and stones she sells in her shop.

Can Lone Eagle teach her enough to mend her broken bones and dance at her high school prom?

 
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Promise You'll Never Forget Me

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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A young woman is invited to go hiking with an old flame, but already made other plans. The following week, when sh...
A young woman is invited to go hiking with an old flame, but already made other plans. The following week, when she discovers the man was killed, she struggles with feelings of guilt and remorse and finally begins to let these go when his ghost appears in the window of her parents’ home.
What unfinished business does the spirit have with her and can she find peace?
 
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Road To Casablanca

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Shy legal assistant, Cindy Brown needs help in the dating department so her friend Victoria signs her up for a dat...
Shy legal assistant, Cindy Brown needs help in the dating department so her friend Victoria signs her up for a dating service catering to wealthy executives.
Samuel's Promise

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Set in the late 1800s, Samuel’s Promise describes the love story of Samuel and Nancy Ruggles who were forced...

“Hello, Nancy.” Samuel sat behind her desk, one arm folded over his stomach and his open Bible in the other.

Nancy’s pulse quickened and a sick acrid feeling churned inside. Why was he here and had the nerve to stalk her like this? Hadn’t yesterday been bad enough? She didn’t want to speak to him at all, so she didn’t. Instead, she kept her eyes forward and plopped her satchel down on the chair across from her desk and turned to go check the supply closet in the hall for lack of anything better to do. She wanted to put some space between them.

“Wait.” Samuel rose from the chair and walked around the desk, blocking her from leaving.

“I want to do my work so I can go.”

Samuel stepped closer. “Please.”

Nancy turned around and headed back toward her desk, her eyes gazing at the wooden floor. “Leave me alone.”

He leapt out in front of her, forcing her to stop walking. “I wanted to apologize about yesterday.”

Eyes diverted, she pushed his arm and continued past him to her desk. “Please leave.”

He held a small bouquet of wildflowers to her face, cleared his throat. “These are for you.”

Wasn’t he being a bit presumptuous? How did he know she overheard him talking to Mrs. Thurston? The moment she had the thought, she recalled the feeling of horror that must have crossed her face and the way she ran kicking and screaming from the school building with Mrs. Thurston trying, unsuccessfully, to chase her down. How dare he put her in a position to make such an utter fool of herself? And how dare he come here now demanding forgiveness? And with flowers too? She hadn’t had a bouquet of flowers since Thomas and never under such hostile circumstances. She propped herself against her desk and sighed.

Samuel pushed the flowers toward her. When she didn’t answer,  his hands began trembling. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

She glanced up at him, never taking the flowers from his hands. She tried to look through him, into his soul, see what made the mantic. Her first impression of him was all wrong. She thought he was kind and a caring teacher to young children, but in reality, behind those dark brown eyes was nothing but a heartless phony that was no more pious than a board in the wall.

His big eyes blinked. “Nancy?”

“What are you doing at my desk? I have work to do, so if you’ll excuse me…” She pushed past and walked behind the desk, taking a seat.

“I don’t want to bother you, Nancy. I wanted to say I’m sorry. I feel horrible. I never meant to hurt you.” He placed the bouquet on the one free spot on the corner of her desk. “Please say you’ll forgive me.”

Nancy drew a deep breath and clutched the bottom of the desk. She bit the inside of her mouth to keep her facial expression calm. “I forgive you, now go.”

 

Set in the late 1800s, Samuel’s Promise describes the love story of Samuel and Nancy Ruggles who were forced together by faith and the desire to serve God overseas in Hawaii. Samuel’s friend Henry Opukaha’ia, a native Hawaiian, dies before he can lead the missionaries to his homeland, Samuel promises him on his deathbed he will indeed return to Hawaii to fulfill his friend’s dying wish. Samuel has one problem—he’s not married and the company will only accept couples to the group. Nancy Wells works in the office of the Foreign Mission School and she too believes God is calling her to serve overseas, but after her true love was killed years earlier, Nancy closed her heart to everyone but God, and learns she too must find a husband quickly if her dream is to become reality.

 
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Sheikh's Design

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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To tame her wild heart requires a man of passion and resolve. Will the sheikh succeed in making Jamie a permanent...

 “Today, Axelrod Architecture is breaking new ground in our current markets by expanding overseas for the first time in the fifty years since our firm’s inception.”

Jamie stared out the window, lost in her thoughts. She wanted to work on her designs, not sit in a boring meeting. Her boss, Matt, never seemed to understand the way a creative mind thought. He only ever focused on one thing and one thing only—the bottom-line.

“We will be designing a new office tower in Dubai, and one of you will be traveling overseas as project manager. It is the biggest most exclusive contract we’ve ever had. I know my dad would have been proud, God rest his soul, and it’s because of you all that this is possible. The talent in this room is unquestionably the best in Texas and soon to be known as one of the best teams in the entire world, if I have anything to say about it.”

White fluffy clouds that looked like everything from animals to rocket ships floated peacefully past the office window and Jamie dreamed of the things she wanted to create.

“I have with me today Sheikh Amir Abu al Bari.”

Jamie heard the room explode in applause and turned to look at the incredibly handsome dark haired man at the front of the room. Impeccably dressed, he had a slight smile on his thin brown lips, which seemed to imply he had a secret. His jet-black hair and piercing eyes captured her attention fully. “The sheikh would like to say a few words. Mr. Abu al Bari, please.”

The sheikh stepped forward with a bow.

“Good morning. I am currently constructing the world’s largest office tower in Dubai. We will break ground in one month. This new building will house the Dubai Stock Exchange and will rival any building currently standing in the world. I am seeking the best architects in the world to assist me with my designs. My contacts assured me Axelrod Architecture is that firm.”

One month?

Jamie wondered how that could possibly happen if her firm handled the design. The plan wasn’t feasible.

“Excuse me.”

The sheikh turned to look at Jamie.

“Yes?”

“None of the architectural designs have been rendered yet?” Jamie asked.

Matt’s eyes grew wide and he stepped forward to answer her, “No, Jamie, that’s where we come in.”

Jamie nodded.

“Why do you ask?”

The sheikh stared intently at her now, which made Jamie feel slightly uneasy. Jamie looked over at Matt who seemed to give the nod of approval for her to answer his question.

“Well, I don’t understand how you can expect to break ground in a month when none of the architectural designs have been rendered.”

“Why not?”

 

To tame her wild heart requires a man of passion and resolve. Will the sheikh succeed in making Jamie a permanent part of his life?
A powerful sheikh comes to Dallas to employ an architectural firm to build the largest skyscraper in the world in Dubai, the last thing he expects is to meet the woman of his dreams.
Jamie bewitched the sheikh for now, but is her spell enough to last a lifetime?
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Split Second

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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The end of his life marked the beginning… Desperate and jobless a month before Christmas, Joe Crawford...

Joseph Crawford stood in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge. He stared down at the water, across the snow-dusted tops of buildings at the childhood home he loved more than any other place on earth. The sounds of honking horns faded into the farthest reaches of his mind while dozens of events from his past flooded his memory.

This felt right.

He knew what he was doing.

He closed his eyes, spread his arms wide and leaned forward.

The wind whipped through his hair. He recalled riding in his father’s convertible to the Catskills when he was five years old.

His two daughters came to mind. Images of their younger years, giggling and laughing in the back yard by their swing set and the time they went sailing off the shores of the Hamptons in his boss’ boat.

Good times—each and every one.

As the breeze picked up, his arms and legs began to numb from the sting of ice hitting his cheeks. He saw Marge in her white dress, her blonde curly hair was longer then than it was now. God was she beautiful! They had a wonderful wedding. She wouldn’t like this, but he hoped she could forgive him. She would—eventually.

He opened his eyes to the blue water below, the world sped up and slowed to a halt all at once. No regrets.

Eyelids pressed tight, he felt a sudden jerk and all motion stopped. He never even felt the water or the cracking sensation as every bone in his body shattered, only a complete cessation of movement. In a split second, his life was over.

 

The end of his life marked the beginning…

Desperate and jobless a month before Christmas, Joe Crawford attempts to toss himself from the Brooklyn Bridge when he is intercepted by Archangel Raphael and told he must first fulfill a mission before he can ascend to the pearly gates.

His family struggles with the knowledge of his suicide attempt and Joe continues to exist in half- misery when he receives a calling to assist one of the most challenging people in his life.

Will he move on in peace and fulfill his destiny?


 
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Tiger by the Tail

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Anything to save the animals!    Melanie will do whatever it takes to save her grandfather&rsq...

Melanie Harper sat in the passenger seat of her friend Kat’s blue Ford pickup and gazed at the gathered crowd in front of the shopping mall gritting her teeth. “I can’t go through with this.”

“Sure you can,” Kat insisted. “Why not? We might as well do something meaningful with our lives.”

Melanie wasn’t sure nudity had meaning. Besides, she already thought her life had meaning and plenty of it. At age twenty-nine, she owned and operated one of the largest game reserves in the entire state of Texas and was known by dignitaries all around the world for her work in breeding tigers in captivity, a skill her grandfather had passed on to her with his ranch prior to his death only two years earlier. Life had been good to her. She’d given up her day job to run her ranch full time.

Kat had founded Living Things, a group dedicated to the wellbeing of furry and feathered friends, and wanted Melanie to do the unthinkable, go naked in support of animal rights.

“What will the media say? It will be bad for business.”

Kat adjusted her cowboy hat. “From what I hear, all publicity is good.”

The group was protesting in front of a store in the mall that proudly sold a new line of armadillo handbags. Outraged, Kat and the rest of the group had decided to stage a publicity stunt to garner attention for the cause and put a stop to the sale of the handbags. Humanitarian reasons aside, the ridiculously ugly bags were hollowed out bodies with handles atop the little scaly creatures. Nobody should carry one of these. Period.

Only a diehard Texan would buy armadillo accessories anyway. Nevertheless, mortified Kat wanted to make a difference in the world the only way she knew how.

“A picket line would be okay, but this?” Melanie gestured to a group of wrinkled old people wearing nothing but signs covering their private parts.

Kat began unbuttoning her flannel shirt. “Nobody wants to see that, I agree, but you and I? Well, maybe we’ll meet an oilman or two.”

“You’re disgusting, you know it? I don’t parade around to get a date.”

“Which is probably why you haven’t had a date in a while.”

“What would my grandfather say? He’d probably roll over in his grave if he saw me flashing people.”

“It’s not about your naked body, Mel,” Kat said. “It’s about the animals, you know, saving animals from being tested and being turned into fur coats. It’s for a cause, not just because you’ve suddenly decided to become an exhibitionist.”

Melanie had many thoughts about ethical and humane treatment of animals. She’d learned from her grandfather, an avid hunter who fought for the humane treatment of animals and who, shortly before his death, allowed her to transform their game preserve into a wildlife sanctuary.

Her grandfather had made no apologies for his hunting expeditions all around the world over his seventy-eight years. He’d donated generously to overseas conservation projects and believed hunting helped prevent overpopulation.

He taught Melanie about the benefits of hunting to keep animal population levels down to prevent pestilence and disease from killing the animals instead. He believed hunting a necessary part of life.

Her grandfather had been one of the first in Texas to breed tigers in captivity and had pioneered processes for their care in the United States. Because of his efforts, Texas now had a larger tiger population than anywhere else on earth with the exception of India.

A featured expert in the media, Melanie became a welcome guest on programs in the North Texas area. Because of her growing celebrity, Kat wanted her there today to draw greater media attention to the event.

As they approached the southern entrance of the mall, where the protest was set to begin only moments later, Melanie and Kat saw the news trucks and a rather large crowd gathering, including the local police.

I’m going to be arrested, she told herself as they parked and began to walk up to the group.

“I don’t know about this.” Melanie told Kat again as they walked inside the mall.

“It’s now or never baby.” Kat dropped her dress and stepped out in all her natural born glory.

Lord have mercy, Melanie thought as she did the same, throwing her tank top and bra in the pile and stepping out of her shorts and panties, covering herself instead with a sign that said The Fur Stops Here.

“We’re here today at North Glen Mall where dozens of people are gathered in the flesh…” a TV reporter said into the camera.“ The PETA organization is here in the wealthiest part of our city, to protest fur by shedding theirs, and believe me folks, you’ll want to get here right now to get in on the action, because Dallas police are already gearing up for what might be the largest arrest of its kind in recent history.”

Melanie listened to his report with disgust. The media always found ways to sensationalize any event, although she had to admit in this case, there was something sensational going on here. While she eavesdropped and leaned in, trying to hear what he said, he caught a glimpse of her instantly recognizable face.

 

Anything to save the animals!   

Melanie will do whatever it takes to save her grandfather’s ranch and the wild tigers she keeps there, including participating in a nude protest. Little does she know Thomas Livingston is in the crowd. Livingston likes what he sees and makes Melanie an offer she can’t refuse to travel to India as a consultant on a documentary film.
The trouble is, Thomas has a less than stellar reputation and Melanie struggles to make the right decision. Thomas has seen right through her, but is there more to him than meets the eye and does he deserve a chance to win her heart?
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