Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 59904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
"Nicholas."
And then she was there, kneeling in front of him, her hands cupping his face.
"Husband."
His green eyes were wet when they met hers, and more tears rushed down her cheeks.
"I love you." A smile wobbled over her lips. "I love you so, so much—-"
His arms closed about her, his mouth taking her in a sweet, hard kiss that said the rest, and she kissed him back even as she cried and wrapped her arms around his neck.
And the kiss went on forever, as it should be, for it was the happy-ever-after Bee had often read about, and it had now come true.
Epilogue
ON ONE FINE SATURDAY morning, Nicholas surprised his wife by driving her to the city and taking her to a beautiful black and gold steamed locomotive. "Happy fourth monthsary, Mrs. Sutherland."
Inside the train, about a hundred guests waited to surprise her, and Bee's eyes teared when she saw numerous familiar faces from the factory she used to work for.
Nicholas watched in quiet satisfaction as people from Tabitha's hometown gathered around his wife, giving her tearful hugs as they congratulated her on her marriage.
It was only when the train's liveried conductor announced that lunch would soon be served that Tabitha's former co-workers temporarily relinquished his wife's attention, and he waited until her searching gaze found his before crooking a finger at her. Come.
A helpless smile formed over her lips. So arrogant.
But her feet moved all the same, and her heart skipped a beat as his arms closed around her.
Green eyes glittered sensually down at Bee, and her heart skipped another beat.
My cowboy angel, she couldn't help thinking.
And he was married to her.
Nicholas chuckled at the adoring look on his wife's face. "I'm still The World's Sexiest Husband, I take it?"
"Not only that," she said loyally, "but your pedestal's about twenty-five feet high now, too."
He had to bend his head down to kiss her for that, and as with how their kisses always went, it lasted a good amount of time and required an equally good amount of strength for him to end it.
"The rest is for later," he promised her, "and if you're a good girl, I might be persuaded to spanking your ass harder than usual."
"Nicholas!" But as he curled an arm around her waist, he also heard her ask hesitantly, "How hard are we talking about?"
And so it was how the world had their first photo of Nicholas Sutherland laughing while his young wife blushed prettily next to him.
The End
P.S. In case anyone needs to hear this—-
Psalm 27:1 The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
He was a stranger who stole my heart just so he could break it...all in one night.
EVERYONE THINKS I'M a fool for running after him all these years. But I just can't seem to help it. There's something in the way Damian looks at me that says I can still hope.
Until one day, he hurts me beyond repair.
And I realize...everyone was right.
I was a fool for running after a man who would never love me back.
About the Book
"HOW DOES IT FEEL, NOW that Foxtown's about to be unveiled to the world? Are you excited? Nervous?"
"I'm looking forward to its launch."
She couldn't help laughing at his matter-of-fact tone. "You so don't sound like it."
"Not everyone has to squeal and giggle like you used to do," the billionaire retorted, "to show excitement." A pause. "Or are you still like that now?"
"Mm." She gave him a mysterious look. "That's a secret."
"Careful, little Sarah," he murmured. "You know how I am with secrets."
Her heartbeat spiked up. Was it just her imagination or did he sound like he was flirting with her back there?
The billionaire arched a brow. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
And there it was again: a rich, velvety tone that was slowly and sinuously working to make her years-dormant body ache and swell back into life.
"Don't worry," she managed to say. "Everything's different now. I'm not going to jump on you the first chance I get—-"
"I won't stop you if you would."
"Ha. Ha. Ha." Oh God, why was he saying these things?
"It wasn't a joke."
The Rancher's One-Night Mistake
Prologue
MY MOM LIKED TO SAY my stepdad and I were kindred spirits: hearts full of eternal sunshine, balls of steel, skin as thick as a rhino's carcass, and an impulsive streak that was more than a few miles wide.
Those things, Naomi told me, were what made Josiah propose marriage within three days of meeting her, and those same things, my mom shared with a sigh, were why she had asked him to wait and keep their relationship a secret for three months...times ten.
When she finally said yes, Josiah proved to be just as rash as she predicted. I had only literally known him for hours when he flew Naomi and me to the mountains of Wyoming in his private jet. The next thing we knew, we had arrived at Jackson Hole's county clerk office, and Josiah had a marriage license in his hand. You're going to be Mrs. Fox at 8AM tomorrow, and you, young lady, will have me as your Bonus Dad. Any objections?