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Tall, Dark And Western
Kay LeGrand
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BOOK SYNOPSIS
The precise perfection of his teeth flashed white against sun-burnished skin. Bethany’s heart gave a single, convulsive jerk as a shock wave of thermonuclear energy radiated outward from her center to her arms and legs, her fingers and toes. She suspected he knew full well the impact of that smile and had planned for it. She was sure he meant to sweep her up in a stampede of raw, screaming power.

BOOK EXCERPTS
The Corvette wasn’t new. But the dozen or more years that had passed since it was built had done nothing to diminish the provocative appeal of its timeless, fluid lines or the finish that gleamed with glassy perfection. It was a deep-red wonder designed for speed and rebellion. For seduction. Not at all the sort of personal vehicle she’d envisioned for a man like Nathan Ballard. She’d expected something more like the Jeep. Or maybe an enormous pickup truck with the inevitable gun rack in its rear window. Something in keeping with his outdoorsy, hat-and-holster cowboy image. But this?

Shaking off Nathan’s grip, she stepped forward and lay a damp, unsteady hand on the cool slope of fiberglass above the fat left-rear tire. This was not the car of a county Sheriff. It was the kind of rocket-powered bobsled rural Sheriffs were supposed to chase eternally--with no hope of ever catching up.

Overhead, the door mechanism hummed to life again. The heavy wooden door rumbled downward. The sound broke Bethany’s fascination, and she turned her head to stare at the Sheriff.

His lips twitched. He touched the car’s smoked glass roof panels with a possessive hand. He smiled at her. "I take it this isn’t what you expected, either."

The precise perfection of his teeth flashed white against sun-burnished skin. Bethany’s heart gave a single, convulsive jerk as a shock wave of thermonuclear energy radiated outward from her center to her arms and legs, her fingers and toes. She suspected he knew full well the impact of that smile and had planned for it. She was sure he meant to sweep her up in a stampede of raw, screaming power.

His power, or the car’s? It really didn’t matter. Every muscle in her body tensed in anticipation. Mesmerized, she stared into his incandescent brown eyes, trying to read them. To understand why, stalking gunmen or no stalking gunmen, Nathan Ballard had really brought her here.

"Bethany?" His voice rose on a note of concern. "Are you all right?"

As quickly as it had come, the wave of heat and energy deserted her. Bone-deep weariness returned and she felt the blood drain from her face. Staggering, she leaned her weight against the low sports car.

"You’re not all right." Nathan stepped forward and scooped her up into his arms.

"I’m so tired." And his arms were so firm. So steady. They were the only solid, reliable objects in a world of exhaustion, quicksand, and earthquakes. She let her head sag gratefully to his shoulder.

"It’s way past time for you to get some sleep."

Bethany’s arms found their way around his neck. Her fingers tangled themselves deep in thick chestnut hair above his collar and she pulled herself closer to him. She buried her face against the clean-scented warmth of his brilliant shirt front. "Where are you taking me?"

"Upstairs."

"Upstairs?" A sudden case of jitters seized her. Lifting her head, she peered anxiously at his face. "What are you going to do with me there?"

Laughing, he started up wide stairs near the center of the house. "I’m going to put you into my bed."

"Your bed?"

Nathan reached the top of the stairs. He turned right into a darkened room and deposited her on a bed that seemed a hundred miles wide.

"I’m worried about you." He leaned over to untie her sneakers and pull them from her feet. "You’re too tired. Like a light bulb getting ready to burn out. You’re flaring bright, using up energy you don’t have."

"Nathan, I..."

"Bethany." He placed one hand on either side of her shoulders and frowned down into her pinched, pale face. "You’re just a little thing. You’re not prepared to deal with something like this. You need sleep. You need protection. And I’m going to see you have both."

"Sleep?" She groaned, the sound very close to a sob of despair. "How can you expect me to ever sleep, when..."

AUTHOR BIO
Born and raised in the northwestern corner of Pennsylvania, Kay LeGrand always felt she belonged somewhere else. Following a family vacation to Colorado at the age of ten, she knew that place was the American west. Today, she and her husband live in a condo overlooking the Front Range of the Rocky Mountains, from which she draws her inspiration.

A writer from the age when she was first able to hold a pen, Kay wrote for newspapers in high school and college, and ultimately received a degree in journalism and communications. Among the many jobs she’s held, Kay has enjoyed working as a late-night radio disk jockey, a waitress at an amusement park cafeteria, an airborne traffic reporter, and a telephone operator. A second-generation pilot, she worked as a commercial pilot and flight instructor for several years, and is now happily making hotel reservations for several national parks.


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MORE BOOK INFO
ISBN: 1590886003
ISBN(13-digit): 9781590886007
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings ePress
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 329
Paper Weight (lb): 13.8



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