Deke’s Magic Kiss by Christine Young

Posted: July 22, 2023/By: achristay@aol.com

Annie Lundin’s dream of practicing medicine is vanishes in the small Kansas Territory town of Denver City, and she needs the dark, handsome sheriff, Deke Sullivan, to protect her.

Title: Deke’s Magic Kiss

Naughty Book Three

Author: Christine Young

Genre: Historical Romance

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SHE WOULD RISK EVERYTHING TO BECOME A PRACTICING DOCTOR

Annie Lundin’s dream of practicing medicine and a life of dignity and self-sufficiency vanishes in the small Kansas Territory town of Denver City. When the men of the town refuse to become her patients, all she has left to fight for is her practice. She is thwarted from every direction. She didn’t mean to fall for the dark, handsome sheriff. Didn’t mean to ask for his help. Annie needs Deke Sullivan to protect her from the dark secrets that follow her from Boston. In return she offers all she has—herself.

HE WOULD STOP AT NOTHING TO WIN HER LOVE AND TRUST

Raised by the Cheyenne, Deke Sullivan was churlish, overconfident, and dangerously handsome. His life changed when his Irish grandfather discovered him. He was sent to West Point, fought the Seminole in Florida as well as some on the planes where his loyalty was divided. A woman is the last thing in the world he needs. Especially a woman who belongs in Boston, not the rugged Rocky Mountains. He has commitments that don’t include a woman. The moment he sees Annie her intoxicating beauty changed him forever. Love has a way of changing the rules.

Excerpt

“True.” He loosened the buttons on his shirt. “Did you miss me?”

“You’re not going to undress again.”

She closed her eyes. He was insufferable.

He lifted his broad masculine shoulders all the while staring at her. “Thought I would get more comfortable. You have an objection to comfort? It’s a long trip. We are going to be in close quarters for a while. After we leave this train, we’ll ride a stagecoach. Then…well…then we will be alone together on the trail from the major town in those parts to Pine Flats. Just me and you, together, alone. You’re going to have to get used to me.”

God in heaven what would he have to take off to get more comfortable? She didn’t want to guess. Unable to help herself, she peeked at him from beneath lowered lashes. He stretched out on a chair, his shirt open to his narrow waist muscles rippling on his flat belly. Crips hair descended lower. He’d unfastened his pants. She gulped air. She remembered all the rules in her head. Now because of his insolence she added another.

“You are not to remove your clothing in front of me,” she blurted, her voice shaking with pent up emotion.

Heat rushed to her face. The implication of what she said startled her.

His eyes darkened to fathomless pits. He barked a hoot of laughter as he leaned toward her his forearms resting against his massive thighs. “Anything else?”

She ran her tongue along her bottom lip. Oh God, she couldn’t do this. His eyes narrowed as if she was quite insane. “Yes. I have a list of rules.”

“Why am I not surprised?” His husky sigh of displeasure or fatigue didn’t go unnoticed. “Go on…”

He crossed his legs at the ankles while his back now rested on the chair. His hands were folded on top of his hard stomach.

“Coming into my private room is expressly forbidden.” She started to ramble more rules.

He halted her with an upraised hand. His lips quirked in seeming amusement, “I see. Nonetheless, I’m being paid to protect you. If there is danger, I will go wherever I need to be. If it’s in your private space, so be it.”

It seemed to her, he didn’t see how his clothing or lack thereof was the problem. He didn’t understand how he created unease within her. He didn’t understand how his simple touch could set forth a maelstrom of emotions inside she’d never encountered. If he chose, he would do whatever he pleased. She couldn’t stop the sudden outburst. Her fists clenched while her temper soared, she yelled at him, “You don’t! You don’t see anything!” She never yelled at people. What was he doing to her even demeanor?

“Of course, I understand. You want me so much that in order for you to keep your innocence intact, you have to demand certain things of me. You don’t want me to invade your sacred space nor do you want to see me with little to no clothing. You haven’t mentioned anything about sharing a bed.”

“I don’t want you!”

His grin sent a wave of newfound butterflies rippling in her stomach then lower to between her thighs. She caught her breath in the back of her throat. Her protest fell on deaf ears.

“Should we test that theory?” he queried softly looking as if he was going to devour her whole. “I think…if I kissed you again…”

“N-no…” She was too quick to object, her hands outstretched as if that simple gesture could hold him off. “My feelings are not an experiment or a theory to test. I don’t ever want you to kiss me.”

“I think testing your rules would make the trip more interesting. You see, I’m bored. Would love to make the days and nights fly by with lightning speed. With you in my bed, we could do just that. We would only have to stop to eat. You know, come up out of the sheets for air along with food.”

KEYWORDS

Kansas Territory, Denver City, Woman Doctor, Romance, Historical

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