Title: Wylder Bachelor
Author: Virginia Barlow
Genre: Historical Western Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Book Cover Artist: RJ Morris
When Maryanne Wagner's father runs into money trouble at his bank, he trades Maryanne's hand in marriage for a loan. Her intended is a mean man who likes to hurt women. Maryanne refuses the marriage and robs her father's bank to get his attention. Wounded during her getaway, Maryanne stops at the livery in Wylder, Wyoming and hides in one of the stalls.
Chet Jackson Daniels runs the livery in Wylder and is looking for a new beginning. He discovers Maryanne in his livery and helps her against his better judgement. Fresh from a tangle with the law in Boston, Jackson has black and white ideas on what is right and wrong, until Maryanne comes into his life and shows him different.
“There’s nothing to worry about. A stranger came in asking questions. He’s gone now. No one knows you’re here.”
“Who is he? What did he want?” Miss Jones licked her lips.
She must be thirsty again. He poured her another glass of water.
She lifted herself up to take the glass.
Jackson slid behind her and helped her until she pushed it away. Strangers must frighten her. Miss Jones trembled like an autumn leaf in the breeze. He laid her back against the pillow. “Mr. Smythe asked about a gunshot cowboy. I sent him to Doc Sullivan.”
Miss Jones stiffened and paled a bit more. “Mr. Smythe?”
“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he said. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”
Miss Jones lifted tortured eyes to his. “I did. My father wants me to marry a horrible man. I…ran away…and got involved in something I shouldn’t. I got shot in the process.” Her big blue eyes looked up at him. She swallowed a sob. “I can’t go back. Please don’t make me.”
“I might run a livery, but I am a gentleman.” One wouldn’t know it by the thoughts going through his head every time he looked at her. Jackson kept his gaze on her face. He didn’t want her to notice he knew the front of her nightgown came unbuttoned while she slept. He didn’t want her to know how sexy he thought she was with her hair messed up and a blush on her cheeks. Jackson stared at her mouth. He shouldn’t think about kissing her soft lips, either. He cleared his throat. “I brought you some dinner.”
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