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by P. L. Parker
Description: An antique ivory locket catapults Aimee Reynolds back to the year 1847. Alone in St. Louis, Missouri, she has to find a way to get home to present day Seattle. She needs a suitable male willing to marry her or be left behind when the emigrant train departs for the Oregon Territory. Jake Marshall, scout for the Markham Party, is the perfect, if unwilling choice. Undaunted by his overt rudeness, Aimee entices Jake to the alter, promising her diamond earrings as payment for a marriage of convenience. Properly wed, she secures passage on the wagon train, and discovers her future may be in the past.
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Cactus Rose, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: October 2009
31 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [458 KB]
Reading time: 261-366 min.
"Sure you don't want to take me up on my offer?" Jake's teasing was old.
"You wish!" She huffed and stalked out, forgetting to check the hallway first and banged into a boarder walking by. A lascivious leer devoured her, replacing the boarder's previously blank expression.
"Looking for customers?" He smacked his bulbous lips, reminiscent of an overeager suckerfish. "I just might be interested."
Her shoulders drooped in disgust. "You are soooo sickening." She glared at him. "How about you get out of my face before I ream you a new orifice?"
Startled, the man's mouth flew open as he gaped in surprise.
Jake stepped into the hallway and lowered his voice to sound ominous in the ensuing silence. "The lady was just returning to her room. I suggest you do the same."
The hapless man barely glanced at his threatening stance before he scurried down the hall. Jake's lips twitched. He couldn't blame him. He'd made the same offer more than once today. But, damn, if she wasn't a feisty piece of woman. At least she hadn't threatened to ream him a new orifice--whatever that was.
"Thanks ... again! Seems like all I do is thank you for one reason or another." Aimee hesitated, appearing unsure. Her vulnerability stirred deeper feelings in him making him uncomfortable. "I've had more creepy offers from more creepy men in one day than I've had in my entire lifetime!"
"If you keep running around in your underclothes, it's pretty much what you can expect."
He followed her across the hall. "Stay in there and don't answer the door, and if anyone bothers you--scream. I'll hear it."
She slipped into her room and pivoted, staring up at him. "Why are you helping me?"