Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Fawn Lowery
Word Count :30000
Publication Date :2010-09-10
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-55410-773-5
Marti loves Lucas but his domineering ways bring up memories of her abusive childhood. In self-defense, she rebels against him. Lucas is a Ute Indian and clings to the old customs of his people. In his culture, a woman is obedient to her man. And a man enjoys his woman. Sex is the one fulfilling thing they agree on. But when Marti needs Lucas’ help in tracking down a wild predator, they travel into the high Plaines where the nights are cold, and sleeping accommodations are limited. Can Marti put her abusive childhood behind her and give her heart to Lucas forever?
“You are the most insufferable man I have ever known!” Marti spat. She came to a halt outside the stall, her hands on her hips. She stared at his back, her eyes trailing over the sensuous play of muscles beneath the covering of denim shirt as he curried the horse. He wore denim jeans, riding low on his lean hips and she felt an odd stirring of lust mingle with her anger as she allowed her eyes to inspect his body. “You knew I wanted that land. You knew I had plans to enlarge the sanctuary.” Her voice sounded a little shaky she noticed, her anger almost bringing her to the brink of tears. “You had no right to bid on it, Lucas.”
Lucas glanced over his left shoulder in her direction. He saw her breasts rise and fall with her angry tirade. She had a habit of swiping a hand through her blond hair when she got frustrated, and he stared at her while she performed the arousing gesture. For a moment, he was utterly mesmerized as he watched the play of light across the pale blond tresses and the careless way the strands collapsed across her shoulders. He lowered his gaze to her shirtfront.
Marti glared at him and her blue eyes sent little darts of discord in his direction. He was eyeing her chest, looking at her breasts, perhaps recalling how her plump flesh felt against his palm. And – he was watching her throw a fit – all in relative calm.
“Stop staring at me!” she barked.
A chuckle leapt from his throat and his strong mouth curved into a teasing smile.