A Fortune for the Outlaw's Daughter. Lauri Robinson
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| Автор произведения | Lauri Robinson |
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His lips left hers, but only to return again…like a flat rock thrown just right, so it would gently skim over the top of a pond. She’d always been amazed by that, and this was just as incredible.
When Lucky’s lips settled upon hers for an extended length of time her knees threatened to give way all over again.
As gently and perfectly as the kiss had started—she was sure this time that it was a kiss—it ended, and Lucky once again folded his arms around her and held her tight. She didn’t know when her arms had wrapped themselves around his waist, but they had, and she kept them there, hugging him in return.
They parted by some mutual silent understanding a short time later. Maddie wasn’t sure what to do, how to react, and wondered if she should be embarrassed, letting him kiss her like that, but couldn’t come up with a reason why. Not when deep inside she was longing to be as close to him as possible. It was strong … similar to how badly she wanted gold.
But that couldn’t be. She didn’t want anything as badly as she wanted gold.
I’ve had many people say they have a story idea for me. Usually I have so many stories already swirling around in my head there simply isn’t room for one more. Not this time. When a friend e-mailed me after returning from mining gold in Alaska with a story idea I was intrigued. He’d set the plot based on a historical couple he’d learned about, and gave me the freedom to embellish it. Which I did—diamonds weren’t discovered in Arkansas until a few years after Maddie and Lucky’s story.
That’s part of the fun of writing fiction!
Thanks, Chris, for the story idea. I hope you and everyone else who picks up this book enjoys how Maddie and Lucky strike it rich.
A Fortune for the Outlaw’s Daughter
Lauri Robinson
A lover of fairytales and cowboy boots, LAURI ROBINSON can’t imagine a better profession than penning happily-ever-after stories about men (and women) who pull on a pair of boots before riding off into the sunset—or kick them off for other reasons. Lauri and her husband raised three sons in their rural Minnesota home, and are now getting their just rewards by spoiling their grandchildren.
Visit: www.laurirobinson.blogspot.com, www.facebook.com/lauri.robinson1, https://twitter.com/LauriR
To my brother, Norman,
for unknowingly giving me the idea for the name of Lucky’s ship.
Contents
Life had never been easy for Maddie Stockwell. Being the daughter of the outlaw Bass Mason, a man who’d changed his name more often than he’d changed his socks, had forced her to look out for herself at an early age. She was quick on her feet, too. Quicker than the man with the hands that had just seized her could possibly know.
The fingers digging into her waist sent curse words—things she’d never say aloud but had heard numerous times—running through her mind. They muffled the piano music and shouts of people filling the saloons on both sides of the alleyway. Furthermore, the hand over her mouth stank of fish, and the pressure of that hand pressed grit into her lips and cheeks, igniting her fury.
Whoever he was—this man who’d grabbed her as she left the community well—was big. Strong, too, given the way he hoisted her off the ground, dragging her backward.
Claws of fear dug into her throat, but it was the anger surging inside she focused on. Not again. Did every man think all they had to do was hover in the night darkness and snatch her up as if they were picking peaches or something?
They might be able to do that to other women, but not her.
With movements she’d acquired while fighting off those who had ridden with her father, Maddie kicked one heel backward into the man’s knee as she shot an elbow straight back, catching his ribs. She also flung her head back, connecting with what she assumed was his nose by the way he screeched.
She