woman running from her past… straight into the arms of an untamed man
In a moment of
desperation, Kathleen Stanton flees her pampered life in Kingston, New York and
ends up stranded in a small town in the Michigan Territory. Out of money and
forced to rely on her instincts, she impersonates a handsome stranger’s
Committed to her deception, Kathleen
calls herself Michelle and starts her new life with Luther in an isolated cabin
in the wilderness. Luther can’t believe his luck when
his beautiful bride arrives, but something doesn’t feel right about his new wife.
Michelle has terrifying nightmares involving a man named Roger and is reluctant
to talk about where she came from.
Luther’s friend, Redfeather visits and tries to convince Luther to send
Michelle back east. Distrusting Michelle, he warns Luther that his bride is not
what she seems. But Luther is in love with Michelle, and he is harboring a
secret of his own—one that might force Michelle to reject him when she learns
Michelle falls in love with Luther
and adapts to her new way of life. Together, they face off against brutal
townspeople and overcome harsh living conditions. When they finally give in to
their desires and agree to become a proper man and wife, a dark figure from
Michelle’s past resurfaces and threatens to destroy everything.
A Review for Loving a Wild Stranger:
"5 Stars! The descriptions were so detailed I felt I was in that world. I was
pulled in right away. Michelle was such an interesting heroine. She's
smart and resourceful and certainly a match for the brooding hero,
Luther. Their story unfolds in a way that kept me turning the pages, and
I was rooting for them to find happiness together. It's
one of those books where you can't wait to find out what happens once
secrets are revealed, yet you want to keep the story going" - N.G. Amazon Review
An Excerpt from Loving a Wild Stranger:
Luther’s thick fingers touched the high collar of her blouse
and she trembled. What was he going to do?
“This is too tight. No wonder you’re hot. Your collar’s
holding all your heat in,” he said as he unfastened the top button. “One or two
should do it. It ain’t good to get so hot. Ya might faint.”
Luther undid two
more buttons, then ran a finger along her collar and loosened it.
A moan escaped her throat as Luther touched the delicate
skin on her neck.
No, she didn’t feel better. His touch had inflamed her
already delicate condition. Her lower body pulsed with a newfound desire. Why
hadn’t she protested or tried to stop him from touching her?
“Yes,” she lied,
her voice sounding husky.
She sat immobile, letting him do whatever he wanted. A rush of
heat flooded her privates and parts of her ached in a way she’d never known
before. Was she supposed to feel like this? Whenever Roger touched her, she had
flinched and tried to get away. But now, she wanted to fall off the log so she’d
have an excuse to press against Luther. He’d catch her, crush her to his chest,