The Major's Wife
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Will the truth set them free?
Major Seth Parker knows his wife, and the woman standing before him isn't her. The manipulative vixen who tricked his hand in marriage could never possess such innocence—nor get his heart racing like this!
Millie St. Clair has traveled halfway across the country to pull off one of the greatest deceptions ever. But with everything at stake it soon becomes clear that the hardest part might be walking away from the Major when it's all over….
"A delightful western…humor, realism and sweet emotion."—RT Book Reviews on Inheriting a Bride
the horse in and glanced to her side. “You cheated,” Seth said, grinning. A giggle tickled her throat. “I thought I’d need a head start.” His laugh had her floating on a cloud, and she still felt that way a short time later, when he lifted her from the saddle as Russ appeared to lead the horses into the stable. “Thank you, Corporal Kemper,” she said, while wrapping a hand around Seth’s proffered elbow. The simple action never failed to make her heart swell. “You’re
she whispered, “I like who I am when I’m with you.” Seth returned her kiss, couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to. Which he didn’t. Rolling off, he folded her to his side again. “I like who you are, too.” Guilt rose inside him then, and he whispered, “Go to sleep. It’ll soon be morning.” Her giggle caught his heart, filled him with elation, while his mind, tangled in a bizarre cobweb, tried to tell him how wrong this was. He had other secrets. Army secrets he’d go to his grave
cuddling her close. “I’m here. You’re safe.” She nodded again and pressed as much of her face as possible into the pillow, trying to wipe away the tears before they rolled down her cheeks, onto his arm. The nightmare had come the first night they’d slept in the tent, and had appeared every night since, stronger each time. It was her conscience, telling her that what she was doing was wrong. So very wrong. She knew that, but in the light of day, looking upon his handsome, loving face, her
Hotel.” Shifting her weight, so her head rested against his shoulder and her arms no longer hung at her sides, Seth had one thing to compare to the fear and pain charging through him. His throat was on fire and he knew why, even as a hundred scenarios, a thousand why-didn’t-I’s, and a million if-onlys plagued his mind while he carried her out of the bookstore and into the buggy rolling to a stop. All his proclamations of not wanting to marry because he hadn’t wanted to leave anyone behind
too. May I walk out with you?” He eyed her slowly, then gave a slight shrug. “If you want.” She wanted, all right. The eyes staring their way had burned holes in the back of her dress. It was to be expected, her showing up out of the blue like this, yet she couldn’t help but wish things were different. That animosity didn’t ooze off of Seth. Mr. Ryan met them at the door again. “The food was to your liking, no?” “Oh, yes,” she assured him. “The stew was delicious. And the tea