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About Mail Order Misunderstanding by Kirsten Osbourne
Julia traveled West to be a schoolteacher. Thomas requested a mail order bride. When he arrives at the train station to pick up his bride, Thomas mistakenly thinks Julia is there for him. Julia sees Thomas and thinks he’s there from the school board. She’s married an hour later.
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Exclusive Excerpt from Mail Order Misunderstanding
He wrapped her in his arms, knowing it was the key to settling her down, and pulled her against him, kissing her passionately. He slowly traced her lips with his tongue, and when she parted her lips in response, he took advantage by moving his tongue in to mate with hers.
She felt a jolt of energy run through her body and grabbed his shoulders, clinging to him. Suddenly she wasn’t certain if her legs could support her, as she stood beside the wagon, pressing her body to his. Whatever drove her crazy about this man, when he kissed her, her insides turned to mush.
Tom cupped her backside in his hands pulling her against him. He knew she would probably want to wait until bedtime to consummate the marriage, but with her obvious flightiness, he didn’t think that was a good idea. “Let me put the horses in their stalls, and I’ll show you around.” Show you my bedroom.
He worked quickly, getting the horses unhitched from the wagon and rubbing them down. Keeping his eyes on her face, every time she looked ready for flight, he’d hurry over and kiss her again until she had that glazed look on her face, and then he’d hurry even faster to get the horses taken care of. It took him twice as long as it should have to unhitch the team because he kissed her so many times.
When he was finished, he walked to her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her again until she couldn’t support her weight with her own legs. He scooped her into his arms and carried her toward the house, thinking of nothing but getting her into his bed. He’d known from her letters there would be something special between them, but this level of feeling was beyond anything he’d dreamed of.
She stared up at his face, knowing she needed to try one more time before she just went along with him. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding…” she began, and he pressed his lips to hers, standing with her cradled against him, right there on the front porch of his house.
“Don’t worry about anything. I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, opening the door and carrying her inside. He showed her nothing, just carried her straight to the bedroom, laying her on the bed and following her down onto it, propping himself on one elbow beside her. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined you’d be.” He traced her cheek with his index finger, still having a hard time believing that this beautiful woman was his wife, and he had every right to kiss her and touch her as much as he wanted.
Julia stared up into his face, surprised that he thought she was beautiful. No one had ever said that about her before. “I’m not beautiful,” she protested. He was beautiful though. She’d never seen a more handsome man in her life. He was tall, with dark hair and brown eyes. His eyelashes seemed to go on forever, and his mouth. Her eyes dropped to the mouth that seemed to be kissing her endlessly. It looked hard and chiseled, but she knew better. His lips were soft against hers and oh so loving.
He moved closer to her on the bed, his lips covering hers once more. His kisses made her feel as if her brain could no longer function, and she was happy to give into the bliss of not having to worry about every little thing.
She kissed him back, using her tongue as he’d taught her, wrapping her arms around his hard shoulders. He’d said he was a rancher, so he must work hard every day, making those muscles bulge. She moved her hands around to the front of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, because never in her life had she wanted to touch anyone as much as she wanted to touch his bare skin. It was so hot, but she just couldn’t make herself care.
Tom was startled to feel her fingers unbuttoning his shirt, but he didn’t say a word, because he certainly didn’t want her to stop. He moved his hands to the back of her dress and slowly liberated each button from its hole. Once he was finished, his hands roamed over her back, wondering if it would startle her if he pushed her dress off his shoulders. She certainly didn’t seem like she was shy.
Part of Julia’s mind knew she should protest when he unbuttoned her dress, but she didn’t want to. She wanted what he was doing to her more than she’d ever wanted anything, even to teach.
Before she knew what had happened, she was lying beside him totally nude and he was wearing only his pants. He’d even removed his boots during her glaze of passion. Her hands reached out to stroke his bare chest, toying with the light covering of hair and his flat nipples. At his groan, her eyes met his, and she gently rolled the nipples between her fingers, thrilled that he was enjoying what she did to him.
Tom couldn’t believe how wild in bed his little wife was turning out to be. She’d claimed to be a schoolteacher, but no teacher he’d ever known would act this way. He cupped her bare breasts in his hands, his thumbs flicking over the nipples, watching her face carefully to see what she enjoyed and what she didn’t. As far as he could tell she liked it all. Continue reading
For Phineas Bell, love has not only been out of reach, it has been impossible. In a world where men who love other men are anathema, he has poured his love into his work, his town, and the friends who accept him as family. But when a handsome new lodger takes over his home and his heart, breaking all his careful rules, Phin must choose between playing it safe and letting love in.
Merry Farmer lives in suburban Philadelphia with her two cats, Butterfly and Torpedo. She has been writing since she was ten years old and realized one day that she didn’t have to wait for the teacher to assign a creative writing project to write something. It was the best day of her life. She then went on to earn not one but two degrees in History so that she would always have something to write about. Today she walks along the cutting edge of Indie Publishing, writing Historical Romance and Sci-Fi. She is also passionate about blogging, knitting, and cricket and is working towards becoming an internationally certified cricket scorer.
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