Home  | Login | Bookshelf | Help | Reader
Advanced Search

Alternate History
Children's Fiction
Classic Literature
Dark Fantasy
Erotic Science Fiction
Gay Fiction
Gay-Lesbian Erotica
Historical Fiction
Paranormal Erotica
Science Fiction
Young Adult

Children's Nonfiction
General Nonfiction
Personal Finance
Self Improvement
True Crime

Free eBooks
New eBooks

General FAQ

Dear eBookwise Customer:

We are no longer selling eBooks through this site. You can continue to access and enjoy the eBooks in your eBookwise library. You can obtain new content for your eBookwise-1150 by purchasing MultiFormat eBooks at Fictionwise.com.

Please see the FAQ for more information.

Thank you!

The eBookwise Team

Click on image to enlarge.

Another Man's Wife
by Denyse M. Bridger

Category: Romance
Description: Passion flares between a federal marshal and his enemy's wife. Outlaws descend on a stagecoach winding down its long journey between Missouri and Wind River, Wyoming. Federal Marshal Chris McQuade is one of the two occupants of the stage, and the ensuing battle leaves three dead men on the trail. McQuade's unlikely partner in the deed is a woman he's been attracted to from the start of the trip. It isn't until they're forced to go on alone together that he realizes he's falling for the wife of the man he's been sent to bring to justice. Despite the ring on her finger and the role he plans to play in making her a widow, passion ignites and McQuade is surprised to discover that Elizabeth Davis is as helpless as he is to deny their need for each other. But Elizabeth's husband has witnessed a much-too-intimate encounter between his enemy and his wife?and now he is out for revenge. This books has been previously published. Product Warnings Warning: This title contains explicit sex, mild language.
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., 2007
eBookwise Release Date: January 2011


Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [68 KB]
Words: 14081
Reading time: 40-56 min.

"Somethin' I can do for you, ma'am?"

She gasped, the reaction beyond her control, as dark eyes opened and locked with hers. Elizabeth's response to his voice was like her response to everything else about him--it bordered on hysterically intense. She shuddered, and knowing he saw the quiver that rippled her body and shook her fingers, she clasped her hands tightly together in her lap.

"I wasn't aware you were awake, Mr. McQuade," she replied, pretending not to notice the small tremor in her tone.

He smiled, and her heart did a pirouette inside her chest. Even, white teeth showed between sensuous lips that were neither thin nor too heavy. His face was a landscape of planes and contours, deeply tanned by the western sun, and a network of fine, intricately carved lines fanned outward from the crinkled corners of his amused eyes. Even with the shadow of a beard, she could see the faint cleft that marked his chin.

"It doesn't pay to relax too much in these parts, ma'am," Chris answered after too long a pause. He watched her closely, smiling when she colored deep rose and looked out the window, veiling herself with indifference that he knew was completely false. Fully aware that she'd know what he was doing, he indulged in a little appraisal of his own, cataloging her shape and form as a matter of natural routine. He'd done this many times in recent weeks, and it never ceased to fascinate him.

Elizabeth Davis was of average height, not quite five and a half feet tall. She had lush, thick hair of a chestnut hue that caught the fading rays of a sunset and turned it into glorious flaming beauty. He'd seen that on a number of evenings and it had haunted his dreams more than once. She'd abandoned the fashionable coil her hair had been twisted into at the start of their trip in favor of a simple gather tied at her nape with a leather thong. Her eyes alternated between blue and green, depending on how the light caught them. She was curvaceous and utterly female on a level purely intrinsic to who she was, a gift that made men want her in ways her ingrained sensibilities would hardly recognize. He'd seen the interest a few of their fellow passengers had developed and was surprised by the jealousy it had awakened in him. He'd come dangerously close to shooting the unfortunate Frank Harper when the boy had the bad manners to insinuate that Elizabeth was less than worthy of his respect. Chris had taken inordinate pleasure in teaching him the error in his judgment. Which had led him to a disturbing revelation of his own, when he'd been forced to admit that some part of him had already decided this woman belonged to him. He was most definitely not happy to discover the newly acquired weakness.

"Who are you, Mr. McQuade?"

He peered more intently at her, measuring the reason for the query, and deciding it was nothing more than what it appeared: polite interest in a stranger with whom she was forced to spend time.

"Just a man doin' his job, ma'am," he answered softly. It was more truth than most people got out of him. He laughed inwardly at how easily she inspired trust, even from someone who'd long ago stopped trusting anyone.

She twisted on the uncomfortable seat, rearranged the voluminous skirts of her dress, and looked more directly at him.

"You don't make much effort to have people like you, do you, Mr. McQuade?"

He smiled at the challenge in her tone and was pleased to see another faint blush of color stain her cheeks.

"It's Chris, ma'am. And no, as a rule I'd just as soon be left alone."

She nodded and considered the words for a few moments. Chris watched her, his interest piqued.

"I've been known to be somewhat difficult to get along with myself, Mr...Chris." She smiled again. "Please feel quite free to ask me not to annoy you."

Chris couldn't miss the humor glittering in her pretty eyes and he laughed, a low rumbling chuckle of pleasure that had been missing from his mood for much too long.

His laughter was more enchanting than his smile, Elizabeth thought, shocked by the thrill of excitement that churned in the pit of her stomach. She relaxed minutely and dared to speak again.

"Where are you from, Chris?" She'd decided almost from the moment she heard him speak that he was from Texas. Asking was merely a way to satisfy her inquisitiveness.

"Tucson," he supplied after only a brief hesitation. "I was born in a little town that died years ago, close to the Texas border. I call Tucson home for the most part these days."

It was a veritable wealth of information, and she laughed softly at the amazement he clearly felt at his own words.

"You don't give much away, do you, Chris McQuade?"

He smiled again. "I could say the same about you, ma'am," he pointed out in a voice low with seduction.

"Elizabeth," she said, almost in a whisper, mesmerized by his dark gaze.

The silence lingered for several peaceful minutes, then it was shattered by the roar of gunfire. The stagecoach lurched wildly, followed by the shriek of the terrified coach horses bolting ahead at breakneck speed. McQuade muttered a colorful curse and pushed aside the curtain at the window. Elizabeth was stunned to note that he held his gun in his hand and she hadn't seen him actually reach for it.

eBook Icon Explanations:
eBook Discounted eBook; added within the last 7 days.
eBook eBook was added within the last 30 days.
eBook eBook is in our best seller list.
eBook eBook is in our highest rated list.
Home | Login |  Bookshelf |  Privacy |  Terms of Use |  Help
All pages Fictionwise, Inc. 2004- . All Rights Reserved.