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Welcome To Wyoming
Kate Bridges
WHAT KIND OF SITUATION HAS SHE WALKED INTO?Seeking justice for his murdered colleagues, Detective Simon Garr has gone undercover as infamous jewel thief Jarrod Ledbetter. All is going to plan until he finds out that Jarrod’s mail-order bride is on her way to Wyoming! Simon can’t afford to jeopardise his cover, which gives him only one option – he must marry the woman!When his poor bride Natasha O’Sullivan arrives she doesn’t have a clue what she is walking into – but Simon finds there is more to her than first meets the eye. Because Natasha has brought along secrets aplenty of her own…Mail-Order Weddings - From blushing bride to Wild West wife!
Suddenly their kiss became so much more.
It was as if they’d been standing in a calm, sunny field, and suddenly a tornado had swept in and blasted around them. The wind caught, the weather shifted, and he and his emotions were whipped into a furious storm. The pressure of their mouths mounted, their lips pressed firmer and deeper, and their tongues brushed. He wanted her.
Their bodies pressed closer. His hand dropped from her ribcage to her waist and down lower as he gripped her buttock and imagined what it might be like to throw her onto the bed and truly do everything he fantasised.
Break it up…he must break it….
With a shudder, he tore himself away.
Cool air rushed into the space between them. He gazed down at her shocked expression. Perhaps it had been too much for her, too, the unexpected jolt of passion and desire that had seized them.
“Welcome to Wyoming,” he whispered.
“What a welcoming,” she said softly.
Kate Bridges invites you to her
MAIL-ORDER WEDDINGS
From blushing bride to Wild West wife!
The Great Fire of Chicago might have changed best friends Cassandra Hamilton’s and Natasha O’Sullivan’s lives for ever, but they’re determined to carve a new future for themselves as mail-order brides in the West.
Then along come their gun-slinging, horse-riding, breathtaking new husbands—it seems Cassandra and Natasha have got a whole lot more than they signed up for!
RANCHER WANTS A WIFE
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WELCOME TO WYOMING
April 2014
Welcome
to Wyoming
Kate Bridges
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
DEDICATION
For Greg, who loves a good adventure.
Award-winning and multi-published author KATE BRIDGES was raised in rural Canada, and her stories reflect her love for wide-open spaces, country sunshine and the Rocky Mountains. She loves writing adventurous tales of the men and women who tamed the West. Prior to becoming a full-time writer, Kate worked as a paediatric intensive care nurse. She often includes compelling medical situations in her novels. Later in her education she studied architecture, and worked as a researcher on a television design programme. She has taken postgraduate studies in comedy screenwriting, and in her spare time writes screenplays. Kate’s novels have been translated into nine languages, studied in over a dozen colleges on their commercial fiction courses, and are sold worldwide. She lives in the beautiful cosmopolitan city of Toronto with her family. To find out more about Kate’s books and to sign up for her free online newsletter please visit www.katebridges.com (http://www.katebridges.com)
Previous novels by the author:
THE DOCTOR’S HOMECOMING
THE SURGEON
THE ENGAGEMENT
THE PROPOSITION
THE CHRISTMAS GIFTS
THE BACHELOR
THE COMMANDER
KLONDIKE DOCTOR
SHOTGUN VOWS
KLONDIKE WEDDING
KLONDIKE FEVER
WANTED IN ALASKA
HER ALASKAN GROOM
ALASKAN RENEGADE
RANCHER WANTS A WIFE* (#ulink_71bf6c2e-e91c-55bc-9b41-6ada9ac8a58c)
* (#ulink_db8bc73d-3043-5133-b930-0a2a8959c09f)Mail-Order Weddings
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Contents
Chapter One (#u6204594f-540f-5c0a-bd41-8d937a73c593)
Chapter Two (#u86e14fe4-ce76-55e3-8425-30d0ee25a059)
Chapter Three (#u503719c4-248e-56fc-9937-b45373afc91d)
Chapter Four (#u5aa49777-4ee4-5762-b14d-dd369ef98806)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
Cheyenne, Wyoming Territory, August 1873
Simon Garr adjusted his hat, peered down the railroad tracks to the train chugging its way up the gulley and damn well hoped his bride-to-be wasn’t on it.
They’d never be right for each other.
He was a liar and imposter.
She wasn’t.
Other folks waiting on the platform jostled to look down the tracks. Simon bristled in his itchy wool suit. He’d feel more comfortable in denim jeans. He’d always worn charity-donated jeans while growing up barefoot on the plains, having to fend for himself since the age of eight.
No matter what he wore, it was hard to conceal his gritty determination, the need to be able to control everything around him, especially in dangerous situations like these. He enjoyed the weight and feel of his concealed weapons—the revolver in his shoulder holster, derringer pressed into his back, knife strapped to his ankle. He’d taught himself how to shoot when he was a kid. The first living thing he’d ever shot was a raging bear that’d mauled a friend. The second living thing, years later, was a man who’d murdered innocent villagers for three gold coins.
The checkered suit wasn’t his usual style, but it was the attire that jewelers wore.
And that was what he was supposed to be. A jeweler. He was working undercover, impersonating a man named Jarrod Ledbetter, leader of the Ledbetter gang.
Ledbetter and his pack were not only jewelers, but clandestine train robbers. The real Ledbetter was dead. He and two other scum from their filthy group had been fatally shot last week in an undercover stakeout by Simon and other lawmen of the district. Word of their deaths was being closely guarded by authorities. The railroad bigwigs didn’t want to release the information until they recovered the goods stolen days before the shoot-out, worth three hundred thousand dollars.
They’d hired Simon, a detective, to find it.
Simon cared less about the missing gold and jewels, and more about his two closest friends, also detectives, who were killed in the shoot-out. Simon winced at the awful memory of being unable to save his friends, of seeing the blood on their bodies. He looked at the faces of the people strolling by, sadly reminded that he’d never see Clay Holborne or Eli Remington again. He vowed to get even.
His mission now was to gain the confidence of the remaining two Ledbetter gang members, who hadn’t been at the shoot-out, and uncover the stolen property.
Two days ago, Simon had made contact. The two remaining murderers had said they would be “honored” to finally meet Ledbetter in person to get their next assignment.
But the big surprise came when Simon had discovered that Ledbetter, before his death, had mailed away for a wife!
It was during a casual poker game last night that the two men had asked Simon if he was ready for her arrival this evening.
Hell no! But he’d bluffed his way through answering. He was deep undercover with no immediate means to inform his superiors. So, there was nothing he could do but stand here and wait. He’d brought a suitcase with him to add to the illusion that he did indeed expect her and wanted to whisk her away to the nearest hotel.
But who was to say she hadn’t called off the wedding? Maybe Ledbetter was supposed to send a telegram this week to confirm and, due to his untimely death, hadn’t.
What kind of woman traveled blindly to involve herself with an unknown man?
Maybe she was adventurous. Desperate. Or fleeing from something. Who the hell knew? All he knew was her name. Natasha O’Sullivan.
Women baffled him. Yet he had no problem lying to them. He’d done it countless times in the name of justice. He’d gone by more false names than truthful. The hardest thing about lying wasn’t the actual deception—for it was always done in the name of good—but keeping the facts straight in his head about who he was this week.
Jarrod Ledbetter, he repeated in his mind.
He also couldn’t control how some women would react to his lies. Men were more predictable. In his line of duty, being in command of everyone around him always had life-and-death consequences.
Hell. Just as they had for Clay and Eli.
Guilt consumed him again.
It overpowered his senses, made his throat constrict, his mouth run dry. He hadn’t been able to save them. If he’d been faster, or stronger, or, damn, more aware of the hidden gang members on the cliffs...
The train, still half a mile off, blew its whistle. It caused a rush of excited voices on the platform. The early-evening breeze wafted through Simon’s shoulder-length hair. It spun the leaves on the aspens and whispered through the tall pines and firs. Clay and Eli would never breathe air like this again. He tried to push the tragedy out of his mind. He needed his faculties clear and sharp.
The wheels of the locomotive screeched and the train roared past. It came to a rumbling halt and passengers disembarked. Simon peered up and down the platform, outwardly calm while trying to spot anyone who resembled a mail-order bride. He watched as folks were reunited, businessmen hired porters, cowboys slung their packs. No lone women so far.
Gratified that his bride wasn’t here, Simon turned to go. But then he noticed the edge of a scuffed, brown leather trunk being pushed out of a rear car. The trunk’s latch was busted. Clothing was visible through the cracked opening of the lid. A flurry of ropes held the thing together.
A female voice rang out from inside the car. “You ugly, uncooperative, good-for-nothing piece of trash...”
Then with a kick of her high-heeled black leather boot, the trunk flew out the door and landed with a thump on the wooden platform.
