During
the late 1800’s, cowboys drove millions of cattle to the railroad towns of
Abilene, Dodge City, Wichita, and Newton. A long trip, men were out on the
trail for twelve to sixteen weeks, covering over a thousand miles to get the
herd to market. In Texas, this process usually started in February with the
ranchers branding all their cattle. Then they would decide on which ones to
sale. With over a thousand heads, a team of maybe fifteen men handled the herd
on the trail.
These
men faced all types of hardships: sickness, indians, bad weather, and hours on
end in the saddle. The trail boss took the lead and scouted ahead for water,
grass, and places to bed down for the night. The cattle strung out in a long
line. Two men would ride at the front of the line keeping the lead cows pointed
in the direction they wanted them to go. Several other cowboys would ride
intermittently along the long trail. These flank riders kept the cattle moving.
At the end of the line were the rear riders, making sure no animal strayed from
the herd.
In
my story “Texas Passion,” Trent McCall is just getting home from a long cattle drive to Abilene and wants to unwind. But
in his absence, his father's been making wedding plans...for Trent.
The last thing he wants is a spoiled and pampered socialite for a wife. What he
wants is a hard drink and a willing woman. An uncomplicated woman who
understands a man’s need for release after a hard ride. Good thing he’s got one
waiting for him.
Four years back East haven’t changed Catherine Turnberry’s mind.
Her heart is set on neighboring rancher, Trent McCall. When an end-of-the-trail
party threatens to put him into the arms of another woman, Catherine grabs the
bull by the horns. Taking the place of the whore hired to pleasure Trent, she
intends to give him a welcome he'll never forget and show him what Texas
passion is all about.
Here
is an excerpt:
“Well,
now, did you think I’d ever arrive?” He shut the door and tossed his hat onto
the table by the door. Dark curly hair circled his head, and his dark brown
eyes met hers.
“I
had no doubt you’d get here eventually.” Her hands shaking, Catherine laid her
book on the rocker and tried for a more seductive tone. “But I’d like to know
what delayed you.”
One
corner of his mouth turned up in a crooked grin, he stepped forward, and then
paused. “Wait a second, don’t I know you?”
Catherine
nodded and toyed with the knot holding her robe together. Should she shed her
robe and try to seduce him first? Or just tell him her name?
He
tilted his head slightly, and a frown formed on his lips. The subdued lighting
of the lantern didn’t mask the lines marring his brow.
Apprehension
slithered over her skin, and a lump the size of Texas grew in her throat.
“I…uh…”
“Catherine?”
More
of an accusation than a question, her name echoed in her head. “Yes, I…” She
edged closer.
He
shuffled backward until his back hit the door. “What the hell are you doing
here?” His gaze dropped to swell of her breasts, and the cattywhumped
expression on his face registered. Clarity filled her head. The man might deny
it, but the heat in his eyes proved he found her appealing. Energy pulsed
through her, and she untied the knot at her waist. “I decided, since we’re
practically engaged, I didn’t want you sleeping with another woman.”
“Whoa,
don’t even think about removing that robe.” He held out his hands to stop her,
but his tongue slid over his parched lips and the blaze in his eyes sparked
higher. Catherine’s confidence grew, and the doubt that had plagued her for the
last few hours faded. He might resist, but she’d show him this was what they
both wanted.
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Have a wonderful day full of fun-loving sex,
Anita Philmar
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