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327 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 18, 2018


Trumble pawed the ground and snorted when Craven approached his mare.
Craven looked to the beast. “I ride with her or she goes with me.”
Trumble gave a nod.
“Why do you kiss me?”
“I want to,” he said, surprised that he admitted it so easily. “Why do you kiss me?”
Espy spoke honestly as well. “My heart tells me to.”
“How can your heart tell you such nonsense when I have shown you nothing but hatred?”
She shook her head. “I have seen no hatred from you. Anger yes, at losing Aubrey, at thinking me responsible, but I wonder with what you have learned if you still think that about me. Do you? Do you believe it was my fault your wife died that day?”
“I do not know, but I want the truth.”
“It is not my doing. He hates me.”
“I hate her more than I have ever hated,”
"When Espy’s innocence is proven, then take her to your bed and be done with it. Surely, she expects no more from you. After all, she is well- traveled for a woman, from what I hear, and has been on her own even before this year. No doubt she has more experience than most women when it comes to bedding a man, which should prove satisfying for you. Unless you are looking for something else.”
That she rushed away did not sit well with him. That it was to keep distance between them did not sit well with him. That she forbade him to ever touch or kiss her again did not sit well with him. But then she would learn fast enough that a beast could never be tamed.
No, he had thought she had bewitched him and wanted nothing to do with her. And that was for the better, though it had pained her some to hear him accuse her of such.
“I have seen enough hate to know that it would be hell to be wed to a man who despises me.”
“Do not love the beast, he will only bring you pain.”
Espy rested her hand to his chest.
“Too late. The beast already has my heart.”
Craven shook his head as he brought his brow to lie against hers.
“I give you this one chance and my word. Run from the beast before it is too late, and he will never touch you.”