The Wedding Dress

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Something Old, Something NewTraveling west from Boston is the adventure of a lifetime for mail order bride, Matilda Cummingsuntil she learns her soon-to-be husband, Dawson Chandler, had no use for a wife. Switching places with her twin sister to become a mail order bride seemed like the thing to do, until feisty Matilda Cummings reaches the wilds of Dodge City and finds out her soon-to-be husband hadnt seen fit to meet her train, sending his brother instead. Dawson Chandler wants more than anything to strangle ...

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Something Old, Something NewTraveling west from Boston is the adventure of a lifetime for mail order bride, Matilda Cummingsuntil she learns her soon-to-be husband, Dawson Chandler, had no use for a wife. Switching places with her twin sister to become a mail order bride seemed like the thing to do, until feisty Matilda Cummings reaches the wilds of Dodge City and finds out her soon-to-be husband hadnt seen fit to meet her train, sending his brother instead. Dawson Chandler wants more than anything to strangle his younger brother when he learns hes unwittingly signed a binding marriage contract. Hes got no use for a wife, especially the tiny, prissy looking woman whose picture haunts him. A lady, polished and shined, has no business living on the Rocking C Ranch, nor with a man like himself. Afraid of hurting a delicate woman with his rough and tumble ways, Dawson never plans to marry. After all, why should he shackle himself to a lady when he prefers the experience of a seasoned whore in the bedroom? Much to his dismay, he finds his little lady is nothing like hed imagines. Soon, Dawson and Matilda find themselves struggling through not only their physical but emotional relationships in search of love. Will they find it- Something Borrowed, Something BlueWedding consultant Azure Kerr has seen the best of what love has to offer...professionally. Personally, shes been too busy to find a love of her own. That all changes the day sexy stranger Gavin Conner comes knocking at her door. But love, for Gavin, is a matter of once burnt, twice shy. When Azure finds a storied plum-colored wedding gownand decides she wants to wear itcan Gavin overcome his fears and persuade her to wear it for him- ASixpence in Her ShoeCan Melanie Parsons trust Brady Torres with her most trusted possessionher

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  • ISBN-13: 9781599982816
  • Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Limited
  • Publication date: 8/28/2006
  • Pages: 216
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 0.60 (d)

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The Wedding Dress


By Maggie Casper Lena Matthews Liz Andrews

Samhain Publishing, Ltd.

Copyright © 2007 Maggie Casper, Lena Matthews and Liz Andrews
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-59998-281-6


Chapter One

Something Old, Something New by Maggie Casper

Dawson showed Matilda to a wing chair then made his way behind the desk to his own seat. Having the large piece of furniture between them would keep things at an impersonal level. Although what he had to say was about as personal as two people could get without actually touching, having Matilda out of reach for their conversation was very important to his frame of mind. Especially when what he really wanted to do was pull her body into his and take her mouth in a kiss hot enough to leave her panting and aroused and willing for whatever his body urged him to do.

Matilda sat, smoothing her skirt as she went. "What was it you needed to speak with me about in such a hurry, Mr. Chandler?"

Dawson was taken back for a moment. Not only did she appear irritated but her tone of voice was haughty, her pert little nose stuck in the air. It appeared as though she were looking down at him with eyes so dark he couldn't differentiate the pupils from the irises.

More than anything, he wanted to see her eyes widen with shock and then arousal before glazing over with lust and the overwhelming impact of a mind-numbing orgasm. He'd get at least a part of his wish by the time their conversation was over. That much he knew for sure.

"We've got much to talk about, Miss Cummings, but we'll start with the possibility of a marriage between the two of us."

"Possibility? I'm afraid I don't understand. From what Duncan said, the contract between us is binding."

Dawson could tell she was mulling something over. What he didn't know, however, was whether she was trying to find a way out of the contract or a way to keep to it.

"Yes, the contract in and of itself is binding but we have yet to share the marriage bed ..." He purposefully let his words run off just to see what her next step would be. There was something about the expression on her cherubic face that intrigued him. She seemed smart and quick of wit. Being a woman to boot meant there was no telling what she was thinking.

Her full, dimpled cheeks pinkened even more. "Yes. Well, once we've said the words in front of a preacher, we can get to all of that."

Then she did the complete opposite of what he'd been expecting. Instead of fidgeting and twisting a lace hanky, as most ladies seemed to do when uncomfortable, she looked him in the eye. "I've actually been looking forward to our nights together."

From the expression on her face, the admission was a hard one. Dawson was immediately on guard, skeptical of what she could possibly know. Unless, she wasn't as innocent as she pretended to be.

Rising from his seat, Dawson walked around the desk until he was directly in front of Matilda. He knelt before her and, with a hand braced on each arm of the chair she occupied, leaned in close. He was close enough he could feel the warm puffs of her breath on his face.

"You have, have you?"

She audibly swallowed, her lips parting as if in need of more air as she nodded. "My ... uh, my mother explained what would be expected of me."

Dawson couldn't help but chuckle. Her mother's explanation of sex more than likely had very little to do with the way things would go in their marriage, if they were indeed to go through with the services. Before taking any agreement on her part to heart, she would have to know everything.

Matilda seemed to be affronted by his laughter. Her obsidian eyes narrowed on him. Her lips clamped into a straight line resembling nothing of their full lusciousness.

"Don't get riled up, darlin'." Dawson rubbed the fullness of her cheek with the back of his hand. Her skin was soft and so warm she would surely burn him alive if he ever got the chance to sink the full length of his cock between her thighs.

For a second she seemed to melt into his touch. Dawson recognized the moment she came back to her senses for her spine stiffened and she turned away from his touch. "Do you wish me for a wife, Mr. Chandler? Your brother explained the predicament he'd placed you in so I'll understand if you feel the need to back out of the contract."

Dawson no more wanted a wife than he did a hole in his head but he had signed the contract and did feel somewhat responsible for the woman sitting before him. Because his honor was everything, Dawson would marry her but not until she knew exactly what she was getting herself into.

"I didn't wish for anyone as a wife, Miss Cummings, so please don't take what has happened personally. Duncan, in his infinite wisdom, saw fit to take my choices from me so we'll make the best out of the situation, if you decide to go through with becoming my wife."

A look of utter confusion clouded her face. His plan was to be blunt and to the point leaving nothing out. However, the way she tilted her head studying him nearly drove Dawson mad with lust.

"If you become my wife, Miss Cummings, things will never be between us the way your mother explained. Not only will you be my wife, you will be my lover in every sense of the word. You will, of course, act the lady you are except when it comes to our times together. In those instances, you will be as lusty as the best whore out there."

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

An animalistic growl tore from his throat as he jerked away from her tempting mouth. The gentlemen in him demanded he step away and allow them both time to compose themselves, but the savage Neanderthal lurking inside him insisted that he continue with what they both so obviously wanted.

Unable to separate himself entirely one way or the other, Gavin held her to him. His pounding heart in tune with her own. A need like nothing he had ever felt before bore into his soul urging him on.

"Azure." He lowered his mouth to her neck, his lips, his tongue, his breath, marking every inch of skin he could find. "I want ... I need to taste, touch, feel every inch of you."

Her shaky laugh was nothing compared to her tattered pulse tattooing against his lips. He wasn't the only one who had been lost in the moment. It was impossible to reach the ripe age of thirty-three without realizing when a woman welcomed his touch.

She responded, she opened, she took him into her, all with a welcoming moan, yet still something held her back.

"You don't believe in wasting time do you?" she teased.

"No, I don't."

"You move at lightning speed."

Gavin pressed his hips forwards firmly against her. Azure's nails tightened ever so deliciously in his side as she groaned in pleasure.

"Tell me you don't want me, tell me that you don't want the same thing and I'll walk away." Limp away slumped over would be more like it. "Tell me that you don't want to finish what we've started."

"What you started."

"That you loved." As much as he wanted to bury his cock deep inside of her, Gavin pulled away from her, his body protesting with every step he took.

He needed room to breathe and she needed room to think. "We both know what I want. I think I have an inkling what you want, but I can't make the decision for you."

Azure slid down off the car, straightening her skirt with shaky hands. A slight breeze blew through her hair, forcing the soft ebony strands to fly into her face. Gavin curled his hands into fists to resist reaching out and stroking her hair back into place. He knew if he touched her now, he would pull her back into his arms, and to hell with whoever walked by and saw. Just the thought of having her in the moonlight had him hard and aching.

Hell, who was he kidding? He'd been hard the moment he first held her in his arms.

"You know," Azure gave a weak smile as she nervously brushed her hair behind her ear, "the right thing to do would be to shake your hand and call it an evening."

"Right for who? Better question, says who?"

"Right for me, for starters. I just met you the other day."

Gavin tilted his head to the side and studied her. She was fighting hard to come up with a reason that this was wrong. Since he couldn't think of a single one, he wasn't going to be much help to her. "Does the lack of time really matter all that much to you?"

"It should." Azure smiled, answering him more completely than she probably realized.

"But it doesn't." It wasn't a question. It was a fact.

"This is going to sound cliché as hell, but I'm not the type to have a one-night stand."

"Who said anything about this being a one-night stand?" Gavin crossed his arms over his chest, doing everything in his power not to reach out and pull her into him.

"We just met ..."

"I could probably break it down for you in hours and minutes how long ago we met, but it won't change how I feel, or how you feel. This is about you and me, Azure. The rest of the world be damned. Tell me what you want and worry about all that other shit another day. I want to be with you. I want to take you home and make love with you all night." Ignoring what he'd promised himself earlier, Gavin stepped forward and took her trembling hand in his. "What do you want?"

"I want you."

"Then that's all that matters."

A Sixpence in Her Shoe

Brady headed back toward the office and Melanie. It was time to finish what he'd started earlier. Walking into the office, Brady stopped for a moment and stared at Melanie. She had gotten comfortable, kicking off her shoes and at some point while waiting for him, she had lowered the lights and decided to lay her head down for a moment. Her hair was spread out like a halo where she had fallen asleep at her desk with her head cushioned on her arms.

Walking over to her, Brady smoothed her hair away from her face and watched as she blinked her eyes, slowly waking up. Upon seeing him standing there, Melanie smiled up at him, causing his heart to clench in his chest. He'd never thought he was ready to settle down, but watching Melanie greet him with a smile every morning upon waking was something he hadn't known he craved until just now.

"Hey baby, you should have gone home."

Melanie sat up slowly and stretched, pulling the fabric of her blouse tightly against her breasts. At some point she must have decided to take off her bra because her breasts were clearly visible under the sheer material. Brady's cock perked up in interest at the sight.

"No, I wanted to wait for you. I wanted to find out what my punishment was going to be."

Listening to Melanie refer to her punishment in such a matter of fact way made Brady's cock more than perk up-it came to attention.

"Are you looking forward to your punishment?"

Melanie paused for a moment before answering. "I don't know. If I say 'yes' am I depraved?"

Brady pulled her up from her chair and into his arms. "No baby, you're not depraved. You control almost every aspect of your life. In this one area you are ready for someone else to be in control. That's not depravity, it is intelligence. Don't let the dictates of society tell you how you are supposed to act."

Melanie laughed softly. "You're so good for my ego. I do enjoy what we've done together and I want more."

Brady lifted Melanie and sat her on the desk, pushing her skirt up until it was around her hips and then pulling her legs apart and stepping between them.

"So you want more, huh? Is that why you took off your bra?"

"I hate wearing that thing. You'd think after a couple hundred years they could come up with a better garment to hold up a woman's breasts, but no."

"I like seeing you without the bra, your breasts straining the buttons of this poor blouse."

Brady pushed against a button, forcing it to slip free. The slopes of her breasts were on display for his gaze. Melanie squirmed as he watched her. Brady decided this would be the perfect opportunity to fulfill one of his fantasies.

"I want to see you touch yourself." Stepping back, Brady sat in the chair she just vacated, relaxing as it conformed to his body. "Unbutton your blouse."

Melanie quickly freed the rest of her buttons, allowing the blouse to fall open, exposing her breasts to his gaze.

"What should I do?"

"How do you like to touch yourself? Show me."

Melanie licked her lips, eliciting an accompanying groan from Brady. He didn't know why he was torturing himself, but watching her pleasure herself was too good to pass up. Cupping her breasts, Melanie gently kneaded the flesh before grazing each nipple with a thumb, teasing the hardened nubs. She moaned at the contact and then grasped each nipple between a thumb and finger, rolling back and forth before gently scraping the tips with her nails.

"More, show me more."

It was as if Melanie could read his mind, although it probably wasn't too difficult to figure out where his mind was. She scooted to the edge of the desk and slipped her hand inside the tiny G-string, rubbing herself back and forth, her head falling back as her strokes became firmer. Unfortunately the material and her hand obstructed Brady's view. He could hold out no longer and pushed himself forward, between her legs.

"Lay back." He ordered harshly. "I've got to taste you."

Melanie complied immediately, lying back on her elbows so she could still see down the length of her body. He loved that she wanted to watch him licking her pussy. Taking her G-string, he ripped it from her body, too rushed to be gentle.

The aroma of her arousal hit him and he salivated at the thought of tasting her spicy cream. Trailing a finger up her thigh, Brady watched as she shivered in reaction to his touch. Moving his finger higher, he traced the crease of her pussy, gathering the juices collected there. Bringing his finger to his lips, he licked it clean, but the brief taste of her only left him hungry for more.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from The Wedding Dress by Maggie Casper Lena Matthews Liz Andrews Copyright © 2007 by Maggie Casper, Lena Matthews and Liz Andrews. Excerpted by permission.
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