Lead Me
Into Temptation
Blurb:
Violet Webster is a bride on
the run. The last thing she wants is to get married, especially to a stranger
twice her age. However, agreeing to be a mail-order bride had been her only
option and it paid the steep passage to San Francisco so she could locate her
father. She’d find him too, if only her betrothed’s son would stay out of her
way.
Garrett Sutherlin is on a
mission. Delivering the striking, ebony haired beauty to his father’s doorstep
not only paid off his debt, the effort would grant him freedom from the man’s
condescending hold. As far as he’s concerned, Miss Webster made her own
bed.
Unfortunately, his father will be the one to lie beside her.
Excerpt:
“Name’s Sutherlin.”
“Sutherlin?” A surprised gasp
escaped her as hope stirred, fluttering like the wings of a butterfly in her
stomach. “But you’re not…no, you can’t be.” Confused, she searched his face.
“Are you my intended?”
Violet locked onto his gaze. She saw something
she couldn’t quite read in the darkened depths. Sorrow? Regret? Whatever it
was, the emotion quickly faded and was replaced by a clear veil of distrust.
“No, little dove, I’m not,” he
stated firmly. “Or should I call you cunning fox? Not that it matters.” He
shrugged. “You are marrying my father.”
Her blood froze. Spoken out
loud, the direness of her situation magnified. She was spoken for. Promised to
his kin. A man twice her age, and, other than two corresponding letters, a
faceless stranger.
For a moment, she’d actually
longed for the possibility of the man standing before her being her future
husband. Even embraced it. And cunning fox? The words stung only because they
spoke the truth.
A painful, but honest
depiction. At the moment, she felt anything but trustful. Yet, how could he
know of her intentions? Didn’t matter. The search for her father trumped snide
insinuations and witty tag-names, regardless of how true they might be.
“Shall we continue to our
quarters?” he asked, shattering her thoughts and breaking the silence.
“Do I have a choice?” she
questioned sharply, more upset at herself than his request. Unable to hold her
tongue, she blurted, “And in regards to your blatant questioning of my
character, perhaps you are right. However, considering the fact I feel as if I’ve
been caught in a trap, the word cunning
is hardly accurate.”
The quick retort brought forth
a low rumble of laughter and a boyish grin, softening the hard, jagged scar
under his eye. In response, her pulse spiked and a cool sheen of perspiration
dampened her skin.
Not easily swayed by a man’s
charms, certainly not a mere smile, she questioned the reaction. With her mind
reeling, she continued planning a course of escape.
Now, she had one more reason
she couldn’t possibly marry into this family.
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About Devon McKay
Amazon Bestseller Devon McKay writes historical
and contemporary romance with a western flair. If she's not writing, she's busy
with chores on her small ranch, working on a stained glass project or walking
one of her three dogs through the woods. Her greatest joy is putting a smile on
a readers face and hearing from fans.
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