A swollen lip didn’t change her sentiments. He didn’t accept the word no for anything. When she’d first met him, by chance when on a coffee and donut run, she’d turned down his request for a date. She’d never believed it, not when his eyes always regarded her with such coldness.
Have you learned your lesson, wild rose? He used the nickname he had for her, a supposed term of endearment. Where was justice when you needed it? Apparently, saving other orphaned women.Ī second slap landed atop the first, and she barely noticed. But she preferred that to the other things he did. At this point, she’d settle for a butter knife and a running start.īecka hadn’t been raised to be violent. Show her a cliff and she’d shove him off. Becka got the impression he rather enjoyed the punishment part.īastard. No one cared about the bruises on her body or the fact that, when he dragged her out of one of his many hidey-holes, she piled on the makeup, dressed in long sleeves, and then faked that everything was okay. A month now, and counting, with no end in sight. Nothing would be all right, never again, but at least her poppa never knew of the abuse she now suffered. A dead man, though, couldn’t reassure Becka that everything would be all right. He’d had no choice but to tell her when she finally agreed to obey but only if she could see her beloved grandfather. Her poppa was gone, dead in the fire that had taken her home, her things, her very existence. When she believed someone might actually be looking for her, giving a damn about her disappearance.
Submission appeared to be the only way to survive.īut that was when I still had hope.
And praying for hell demons to rip a hole between the dimensions and drag his ass into the flames of the pit never came to pass. It would take more than a well-deserved tap-his words-for her to cry out.Īctually, crying was a proven waste of time. The pain, however, no longer touched her. When Jess and Travis barely survive an ambush, she can no longer deny her love for the rascally bear.The slap rocked her, and not for the first time Becka tasted blood. Their pursuit of the nefarious being behind the attacks on their town is being sabotaged by treachery. However, her marital problems aren’t the only issue. Her husband doesn’t want her…but Travis does. It seems he isn’t interested in keeping his vows, nor is he coming home anytime soon, so when the chance arises to confront him, she takes it. To add more insult to the situation, her mate won’t even attempt to be a husband.
Problem is, hawks mate for life, and murder is against the law. Even if he has to travel across an ocean, endure scorching temperatures and survive attempts on his life, he won't give up until he wins her heart. But he does have one dilemma standing in his way.
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