Only Mine (Only Series #2)

Only Mine (Only Series #2)

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by Elizabeth Lowell
     
 

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The bastard son of an English viscount and a Cheyenne shaman's daughter, Wolfe Lone tree reluctantly agrees to rescue beautiful, pampered Lady Jessica Chateris from an unwanted arranged union. . .if she agrees to accompany him to America to live as a frontier wife

Married in name only—naive and unprepared for the hardships that await her—Jessica's terror

Overview

The bastard son of an English viscount and a Cheyenne shaman's daughter, Wolfe Lone tree reluctantly agrees to rescue beautiful, pampered Lady Jessica Chateris from an unwanted arranged union. . .if she agrees to accompany him to America to live as a frontier wife

Married in name only—naive and unprepared for the hardships that await her—Jessica's terror of the untamed West pales before her determination to be free of any man's embrace and her fear of the rugged, virile stranger who leaves her breathless with a passion she has never before known. In the harsh, magnificent land at the edge of the Rockies, she must find the extraordinary strength to endure—and learn the sensuous joy of becoming a woman in Wolfe Lonetree's powerful arms.

Author Biography:

Elizabeth Lowell is the author of numerous historical and contemporary novels, many of which have been New York Times bestsellers, including four masterful works of romantic suspense featuring the Donovan family. Ms. Lowell lives in Anacortes, Washington, with her husband with whom she writes mystery novels under a pseudonym.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781568953229
Publisher:
Cengage Gale
Publication date:
05/01/1996
Series:
Only Series , #2
Edition description:
REISSUE
Product dimensions:
6.49(w) x 9.46(h) x 0.86(d)

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Chapter One

St. Joseph, Missouri

Spring 1867

"Do be reasonable, my Lord Wolfe. It wasn't my idea to dismiss Betsy and the footmen."

I'm not your lord. I'm a bastard, remember?"

I find my memory improving with each moment Jessica said under her breath. "Ouch! That pinched."

"Then stop wiggling like a worm on a hook. There are twenty buttons left and they're as small as peas. Damnation. What silly idiot made a dress that a woman has to be helped into?"

And out of.

That was the worst of it. Wolfe knew the time would come eventually when he would have to undo each of the glittering jet buttons, and each undoing would reveal more warm, fragrant skin and fine lace lingerie. She was an elf who barely came up to his breastbone, but she was bringing him to his knees with raw desire. Her back was supple and elegant as a dancer's, graceful as a flame; and like a flame she burned him.

"I'm sorry," Jessica whispered unhappily as Wolfe's words scorched her ears. "I had hoped. . ."

"Stop whispering, damn it. If you have something to say, say it and damn all this aristocratic foolishness about talking so softly a man has to bend double to hear you."

"I thought that you would be glad to see me," Jessica said with great clarity. "Until this morning, I've not seen you once in the months since we exchanged vows. You haven't asked me how my voyage was, nor about the train trip across the United States, nor —"

"You said you wouldn't complain if I left you alone," Wolfe interrupted curtly. "Are you complaining, Lady Jessica?"

Jessica fought against a wave ofunhappiness. This wasn't how she had imagined her reunion with Wolfe. She had been looking forward to riding over the Great American Desert with him on eager blooded horses. She had been looking forward to long days of comfortable silence and lively conversation, to nighttime fires beneath the blazingly clear American sky. But most of all, she had looked forward to seeing Wolfe.

"When your letter came asking me to meet you here," she said, "I thought you had gotten over your pique."

"Pique. Now there's a mincing, aristocratic kind of word." His fingers fumbled and touched warm flesh. With a savage curse he jerked his fingers back. "You don't know me very well, lady. I wasn't piqued. I was bloody furious. I will remain that way until you grow up, agree to an annulment, and return to England where you belong."

"Nor do you know me very well. You thought I would give up and beg for an annulment at the prospect of traveling alone to America."

Wolfe grunted. That had been precisely his thought. But Jessica had surprised him. She had arranged for her own passage and that of her maid, hired two footmen with the small inheritance that had come at her marriage, and crossed the Atlantic alone.

"I doubt that you'll find traveling with me as pleasant as you found being alone. Not that you were truly alone, my lady. Your entourage took care of your every need. Damn it, can't you even keep your hair out of the, way?" he asked roughly as a long, silken tendril of hair slid from her grasp and over his finger.

Jessica's arms were weary from holding her hair on top of her head, but all she said as she gathered up the fugitive lock was, "A maid and two footmen aren't an entourage."

"In America they are. An American woman does for herself and for her man as well."

"Betsy said she worked in a household that had twelve servants."

"Betsy must have worked for a carpetbagger."

Jessica blinked. "I don't think so. The man sold stocks, not rugs."

Wolfe tried not to let humor blunt his anger. He wasn't completely successful. "A carpetbagger is a kind of thief," he said carefully.

"So is a rug merchant."

Wolfe made a muffled sound.

"You're laughing, aren't you?" Delight and relief were in Jessica's voice and in her face when she looked over her shoulder at him. "You see? It won't be so bad, being married to me."

The line of Wolfe's mouth flattened once more. All he could see from where he stood was a badly buttoned dress and the graceful curve of a woman's neck. But Jessica wasn't a woman. Not really. She was a cold, spoiled little English aristocrat, the precise kind of woman he had detested since he had been old enough to understand that the glittering ladies of privilege didn't want him as a man; they wanted only to know what rutting with a savage was like.

"Wolfe?" Jessica whispered, searching the face that had once again become that of a stranger.

"Turn around. If I don't get this bloody thing done up, we'll miss the stage."

"But I'm not dressed for the theater."

"Theater?" Belatedly Wolfe understood. "Stagecoach. Not that you're dressed for that, either. Those crinolines will take up half the bench."

Meet the Author

New York Times bestselling author Elizabeth Lowell has more than eighty titles published to date with over twenty-four million copies of her books in print. She lives in the Sierra Nevada Mountains with her husband, with whom she writes novels under a pseudonym. Her favorite activity is exploring the Western United States to find the landscapes that speak to her soul and inspire her writing.

Brief Biography

Date of Birth:
April 5, 1944
Place of Birth:
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Education:
B. A., University of California, 1966

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Only Mine (Only Series #2) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 40 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book and all the only series!!!You really feel what they are feeling and thinking. She is a great writer,at least her older stuff
Guest More than 1 year ago
i love this book, once you start reading it you can't put it down. this is one of the best novels i've read!
Shortstride More than 1 year ago
Oh WOW! I wish I could rate the "Only" series higher than an Excellent. These book were so great the rating could not get high enough. Don't just read this one, read all four. From Caleb and Willow, Wolfe and Jessi, Reno and Eve all the way to Whip and Shannon you will not be disappointed.
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Very moving. I laughed & cried with jessi & felt wo lf's & her pain.
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Liked it alot
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book. This was the first time a read Elizabeth Lowell and I was so pleased that I want to read the rest of the only collection. I think that Tree that stands alone and Jessi make a great couple. The way Elizabeth Lowell writes the story you can feel what the characters are feeling.
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Though this is not at all what I expected when I bought it, I found that I totally enjoyed every minute of it. I was hard to put down untill I completed it. I knew I liked her writing/books before as I've read several. I would definately recommend.
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This was a great book. I accidentally started this book in the middle (I have a nook and didn't pay attention) When I got to the epilogue I realized my mistake. But the little I read was so good I needed to go back and read from the beginning. I am glad I did. Definitely kept my interest and a great story line. I would actually read it again. And I can't say that about many books.
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Great read, loved this one as much as the first !!!!!
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