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In 1859 Missouri, Josette Stratton discovers that women have little more control over their lives than horses on the auction block. A chance identity switch gives her an out from a marriage of convenience mandated by her father, and Josette heads for the untamed Nevada Territory to assume the position of a seamstress.
In Nevada City, a madam sells raffle tickets for one lucky man to spend the entire night with her new prostitute who is due in on the next stage.
Naïve Josette is horrified to discover on her first night in town, that “seamstress” is just another name for…Oh!
Her fellow traveler is dark, heavily armed, and doesn’t say much. And he doesn’t like Josette. But Wolf needs her for THE PLAN—and he intends to have her.His intentions are honorable, of course—but can she trust him? He IS a man!
Nevada’s Comstock Lode bonanza adds color and excitement to this fast-paced adventure, where plans crumble, love sizzles, and everyone is DIGGING HOLES IN PARADISE!
EXCERPT
Nothing like lazy summer
days. A Swallowtail butterfly floated drafts, landing on a white dogwood, then
flitting to a small grove of soft-pink wild roses and up again to flirt with
the breeze.
Little Joe loved the feel of
dirt paths on bare feet. Going fishing and swimming at Petre’s Pond would make
this the perfect day. Maybe Papa’s old fishing pole could lure in enough
catfish for supper.
Polly, Joe’s best friend, would
be there. When they were together, they could always cook up fun.
A scream came from the
direction of the pond.
Polly? The buck brush was
too thick to see through but Joe recognized the other voices that were slinging
mean names and busting out in laughter.
“Leave me alone!”
It was Polly, all right.
Joe threw down the fishing
pole and charged through brush higher than a man’s head to reach the clearing
near the pond in seconds.
Lefty Turkenbaugher and two
of his buddies circled Polly. Lefty’s rock hit its target, and all three boys
laughed when Polly cried out.
Polly curled in a ball,
cringing on the ground. Her chocolate brown arms shielded her head and face.
Polly’s faded dress was ripped at the sleeve and dirty on one side where she
must have hit the ground.
She spotted Joe from beneath
her arms and sat up. Tears made a trail through the grime on her face and a
drop of blood rolled down her forehead.
“You’re gonna pay!” Joe
headed for the three bullies.
