Danika
Stanislaus is swept from the dust, into the strong arms of an irresistibly
handsome rancher during a cattle stampede. She's always dreamt of loving a
cowboy. Going west has brought her a dream come true. Only Danika's afraid
his intentions are set on getting her farm, the very land her family died to
keep.
Alex
McClaric doesn't want a wife, and he doesn't feel stealing a kiss from a
beautiful woman is a reason to get married. However, not only does Danika,
need his help, she has set his heart ablaze with unbridled lust. When his
archrival begins to show an interest, he's prodded into making a decadent
claim on the sweet surrendering virgin.
Enamored by Danika's affection, Alex proposes, except she refuses, and he
fears he may lose the only woman he's truly loved. Not one to give up easy,
his obsession forces him to desperately pursue his Range War Bride.
Excerpt
The
day
turned
to
a
haze
of
brown.
The
thickness
to
the
air
clogged
her
throat
and
she
only
made
out
silhouettes
of
workers
in
the
rows
of
tender
emerging
corn
stalks.
She
ran
toward
the
shadowy
movements
of
those
people.
Her
feet
trampled
the
small
sprouting
plants.
“Nicholai!”
she
shouted.
The
outlines
dimmed
and
fear
erupted
from
the
pit
of
her
stomach.
The
cloud
enveloped
her
in
the
dust.
She
had
no
idea
where
everyone
went
or
which
way
she
should
go.
Her
eyes
strained
to
see
the
tree
line
floating
in
the
distance.
In
a
stumbling
frenzy,
she
fell
in
the
furrows
of
plowed
soil.
When
the
air
thickened,
she
choked
on
the
gritty
particles
she
inhaled,
garroting
her
lungs.
“Nicholai!” she
cried
weakly
unable
to
breathe
in
enough
air
to
scream.
She
crawled
on
hands
and
knees
and
rose
up
on
her
feet.
The
thunderous
drumming
came
closer
and
closer.
The
dirt
coating
her
face
blurred
her
vision.
Ever
since
they
came
to
America
from
Russia,
she
had
dreamed
of
kissing
a
cowboy.
With
the
idea
she’d
die
and
never
experience
the
closeness
of
a
man,
her
pulse
raced
to
get
her
out
of
the
burl
of
dust.
The
steps
she
took
weren’t
careful.
Her
footing
misstepped on
the
uneven
ground.
She
fell
hard.
Her
arm
twisted
into
an
unnatural
position,
and
knife-cutting streaks
of
immeasurable
pain,
skittered
from
her
shoulder
to
her
fingertips.
“Nicholai!”
she
screamed.
The
sound
of
her
voice
barely
made
an
impact
against
the
rumble
of
the
earth’s
rampaging
tempest.
From
the
smoky
darkness,
she
saw
looming
shadows
approach.
A
hand
grabbed
her
arm
and
lifted
her.
Whisked
from
the
ground
as
