| Author: | Ruby Kennard | ISBN: | 1230000440851 |
| Publisher: | Ruby Kennard | Publication: | May 19, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Ruby Kennard |
| ISBN: | 1230000440851 |
| Publisher: | Ruby Kennard |
| Publication: | May 19, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Grant McCrea's long and tall, lean and mean. Or at least he was, until flying his last sortie mission in Afghanistan. Military Intelligence had it all wrong, and he flies his men into an ambush. He's the lone survivor, taken captive and held for fourteen months before his rescue. So now, he's coming home to what? His parents have perished in a crash over the Yucatan while he was in Afghanistan. And his home, the massive McCrea Ranch is about to be reclaimed by the State of Texas since the original Spanish Land Grant hasn't been fulfilled with another McCrea heir.
For Grant, his legacy is a curse, and he'd just as soon walk away from it all. But- he can't. He owes his parents. The land has been in his family for too many generations of McCreas. He can't default now, strictly because he's too tired, and war-worn to deal with the issues of finding a wife and having a kid...real fast.
Emotionally, he's drained- until his pompous uncle and greedy aunt push their 'almost' adopted Russian daughter on him. Juliette's about to be deported back to Moldova, where she has no life, no future. For Grant, it's the perfect 'quick fix'. He's known Juliette since her teens. The young girl he remembers is quiet, submissive, and easy on the eyes. So long as she's docile, unassuming, and fertile, she'll fit the bill as well as any other woman.
Standing at the Church's altar, he sees her for the first time in years. It’s not organ music but Bagpipes playing a lively jig while she walks down the aisle. And her wedding gown appears clingy and practically transparent. This can't be the same shy little mouse he remembers!
Bare, beneath her satin nightgown, Juliette wobbles a little here and a little there while holding tightly onto Paddy’s arm as he leads her down the aisle. With her dark, gypsy curls falling in a disheveled waterfall to her waist, dark emerald fire shooting from her eyes, she clenches her teeth all the way to the altar. Before his family, neighbors, and the entire O'Bryan clan, Grant watches her fake-stumble through her vows. No way is she going to 'honor or obey' anybody!
With a quick, hidden movement, he drops his left hand, reaching to his side, grabbed what he could and squeezed. When Brody grunted in pain from the hard pinch, he knew he wasn't dreaming. In just a few more moments, this beautiful, wild woman would become the next McCrea wife- his. His very next thought flew right off his tongue, “Aww Shit!”
It's not a marriage made in Heaven, but it's not going to be a boring one, either. Grant and Juliette need each other and it's through those needs they form a bond of sorts, which appears to be working until Grant begins having flashbacks from his MIA captivity. Grant's in denial...and Juliette's in love, but with whom? The tall, sexy rancher.. or the battle fatigued soldier who has trouble distinguishing her from 'the enemy.' Thus, their own battle begins.
Grant McCrea's long and tall, lean and mean. Or at least he was, until flying his last sortie mission in Afghanistan. Military Intelligence had it all wrong, and he flies his men into an ambush. He's the lone survivor, taken captive and held for fourteen months before his rescue. So now, he's coming home to what? His parents have perished in a crash over the Yucatan while he was in Afghanistan. And his home, the massive McCrea Ranch is about to be reclaimed by the State of Texas since the original Spanish Land Grant hasn't been fulfilled with another McCrea heir.
For Grant, his legacy is a curse, and he'd just as soon walk away from it all. But- he can't. He owes his parents. The land has been in his family for too many generations of McCreas. He can't default now, strictly because he's too tired, and war-worn to deal with the issues of finding a wife and having a kid...real fast.
Emotionally, he's drained- until his pompous uncle and greedy aunt push their 'almost' adopted Russian daughter on him. Juliette's about to be deported back to Moldova, where she has no life, no future. For Grant, it's the perfect 'quick fix'. He's known Juliette since her teens. The young girl he remembers is quiet, submissive, and easy on the eyes. So long as she's docile, unassuming, and fertile, she'll fit the bill as well as any other woman.
Standing at the Church's altar, he sees her for the first time in years. It’s not organ music but Bagpipes playing a lively jig while she walks down the aisle. And her wedding gown appears clingy and practically transparent. This can't be the same shy little mouse he remembers!
Bare, beneath her satin nightgown, Juliette wobbles a little here and a little there while holding tightly onto Paddy’s arm as he leads her down the aisle. With her dark, gypsy curls falling in a disheveled waterfall to her waist, dark emerald fire shooting from her eyes, she clenches her teeth all the way to the altar. Before his family, neighbors, and the entire O'Bryan clan, Grant watches her fake-stumble through her vows. No way is she going to 'honor or obey' anybody!
With a quick, hidden movement, he drops his left hand, reaching to his side, grabbed what he could and squeezed. When Brody grunted in pain from the hard pinch, he knew he wasn't dreaming. In just a few more moments, this beautiful, wild woman would become the next McCrea wife- his. His very next thought flew right off his tongue, “Aww Shit!”
It's not a marriage made in Heaven, but it's not going to be a boring one, either. Grant and Juliette need each other and it's through those needs they form a bond of sorts, which appears to be working until Grant begins having flashbacks from his MIA captivity. Grant's in denial...and Juliette's in love, but with whom? The tall, sexy rancher.. or the battle fatigued soldier who has trouble distinguishing her from 'the enemy.' Thus, their own battle begins.
