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The Prize
     

The Prize

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by Beth Williamson
 

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What do you do when love gives you a second chance at life?

Book 2 of the Malloy family series.

Jack Malloy is haunted.

Haunted by memories, he tries to escape the dreams that have stolen his sleep for six months by agreeing to help out his sister Nicky. Unfortunately, time at her ranch offers him no escape when he’s confronted by

Overview

What do you do when love gives you a second chance at life?

Book 2 of the Malloy family series.

Jack Malloy is haunted.

Haunted by memories, he tries to escape the dreams that have stolen his sleep for six months by agreeing to help out his sister Nicky. Unfortunately, time at her ranch offers him no escape when he’s confronted by Rebecca Connor’s beautiful gray eyes. For unbeknownst to her, she is a participant in his nightmares every night.

Rebecca Connor is haunted.

Haunted by memories she’s trying to escape that have stolen her future. Her attraction to Jack is unsettling for a woman that has sworn off men. But something keeps drawing her closer to him, and she can’t help but wonder what his hands would feel like on her skin…

Fate pushes them together when they become stranded, snowbound, on a lonely Wyoming ranch. There they rediscover what living is all about. With passion hotter than the sun, they learn to feel pleasure together, how to trust again, and how to love. But is it enough to face the demons of their past, or will they forever be haunted?

This book has been previously published.

Warning: This title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, some violence.

Reviews:

"Gorgeous cowboys and nasty bad guys make Williamson's second Malloy tale impossible to put down."
—RT Book Reviews, 4 1/2 Stars

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781599980485
Publisher:
Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Publication date:
09/03/2013
Series:
Malloy Family , #2
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
236
Sales rank:
547,243
File size:
992 KB

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The Prize


By Beth Willamson

Samhain Publishing, Ltd.

Copyright © 2006 Beth Willamson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-59998-217-5


Chapter One

It had been another incredibly long day in a blizzard that seemed to like the Bounty Ranch so much it didn't want to leave. For the third time that day, or possibly the fourth, Rebecca was out shoveling. She would have boiled in oil before admitting it to Jack, but she had lost all feeling in her feet. She would not fail at her task, though. She understood the importance of keeping the path shoveled to the animals. She didn't even want to contemplate what would happen to them if the humans entrusted with their care decided that numb feet were more important. And she refused to allow Jack and Noah to do all the work when she could contribute, too.

Her back was screaming and her arms felt like jelly. And beneath all the layers, she was sweating. Yes, sweating, not perspiring like a lady. She was sweating like a pig. And, unfortunately, she also smelled like one. Wafts of hot, fragrant air drifted up to her nose with every shovelful. It was not a pleasant scent.

Her nose had long since given up the battle to find a handkerchief and simply ran until it froze on her face. She knew she looked even worse than she felt. But it didn't matter. Nobody was going to get close enough to care.

In a split second, between the shovel up and shovel down, it was taken out of her hands. Off balance and in mid-motion she felt herself falling toward the ground. It felt like a tree limb stopped her descent. But it wasn't a tree limb. It was an arm, a strong arm, attached to an equally strong, hard body pressed up against her.

"Whoa there, Becky. Don't decorate the snow with a bloody nose," came Jack's voice at her ear.

A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold traveled down her body.

"You're freezing!" he said.

As she put her feet down and straightened, his arm slipped away. The loss was palpable, and she didn't even stop to contemplate why. She knew why. There was something between them and it was growing.

"Being out in a snow storm for an hour can make even the heartiest soul long for a fire and a warm blanket, Mr. Malloy," she managed to squeeze out, hating how breathless she sounded.

"Back to 'Mister' are we?" he murmured. "I thought we moved past that."

Rubbing her blistered, mittened hands together, she finally turned to face Jack. He, of course, looked wonderful. Lord above, but his looks alone could make her knees wobble.

"Now, why did you take the shovel?"

He smiled. "Look up!"

Rebecca was surprised to see the stars. Night had fallen and it had finally, thankfully, amazingly stopped snowing. She smiled back at Jack.

"Well, Hallelujah!" she exclaimed. She threw her hands up in the air and twirled, slipping on an icy patch. Jack caught her again, this time in his arms. His smile disappeared and his gaze zeroed in on her mouth. The silence of the cold night was as deep as the snow. He slowly, ever so slowly, lowered his head toward hers.

Holy crow, he's going to kiss me!

The first touch of his lips was cold, but in an instant, it was hot. Boiling hot. Stunned, Rebecca felt herself kiss him back. Her heart stuttered madly and she felt as though she couldn't breathe. He moved his mouth over hers like a gentle caress. After a moment of infinite time, he pulled back.

He shuddered. "God, I am so sorry."

Rebecca blinked but couldn't yet make her voice work. Removing his arms from her like she was a breakable piece of china, he stepped back. Her body cried out from the loss. Nothing had ever felt so right than being in Jack's arms.

He ran a hand down his face. "I can't believe I just did that. I never ..." He looked down at his feet. She recognized his habit when he didn't want to say something.

"We'd better get inside where it's warm," he said, his voice strained.

She cocked her head and looked at him.

"Jesus Christ Becky! Say something! God, I am sorry. You can't imagine how much!"

She licked her lips and tasted the licorice drop he'd apparently been eating, and him, his essence. All that was Jack. Sorry?

"I'm not sorry."

Walking past him, she made her way back to the house, her head high and her back straight. It had been, after all, her first "real" kiss from a man. And it had been wonderful.

Sorry? Not bloody likely.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from The Prize by Beth Willamson Copyright © 2006 by Beth Willamson. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Meet the Author

Beth Williamson, who also writes as Emma Lang, is an award-winning, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of both historical and contemporary romances. Her books range from sensual to scorching hot. She is a Career Achievement Award Nominee in Erotic Romance by Romantic Times Magazine, in both 2009 and 2010, and a semi-finalist in the 2014 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Contest.

Beth has always been a dreamer, never able to escape her imagination. It led her to the craft of writing romance novels, fueled by Reese’s and tenacious pursuit of the perfect story. She’s passionate about purple, books, and her family. She has a weakness for shoes and purses as well as bookstores.

Life might be chaotic, as life usually is, but Beth always keeps a smile on her face, a song in her heart, and a cowboy on her mind. ;)


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Great story, great characters!
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I really enjoyed the book. Fast read. I did feel like the ending was kind of abrupt. Jack was soooo sweet. I will read the rest of the collection.
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