Christine Young

I am a writer and avid reader of romances particularly historical romances. Please join me on my journey through time

Adventure ~ Exquisite Romance ~ Pirates

My Angel

 

My Angel, the second book in the Lakota/Pinkerton series, a western historical romance. Enjoy the adventure and romance in this action packed book.

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EXCERPT:

Denver, 1893

 

A polished azure sky looked down on a day that vacillated between winter and spring–a day unable to make up its mind. Cool breezes lifted Angela Chamberlain’s brand-new canary yellow skirt off the moisture-laden sidewalk. A blazing hot sun dried the puddles in the street left over from last night’s deluge.

 

Unlike the day, Angela had no trouble making up her mind. Angela knew what she wanted out of life. She touched one finger to the sapphire earrings adorning her newly pierced ears.

 

She wanted adventure.

 

She had a terrible craving to see the world–to climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower, to walk the Great Wall of China. She yearned to fly in a hot-air balloon high above the earth, or ride in a gondola in Venice. She wanted to fall in love with a man who was as brave and smart as her father and as dangerous as Devil Blackmoor.

 

Angela’s wish list had no end.

 

Instead of adventure and romance, in three short weeks she’d be enrolled in Miss Somebody’s finishing school for young ladies, where knowing which fork to use was more important than riding with the wind on her favorite horse, Kangee. A place where changing one’s clothes three times or more each day was common practice.

 

Two days ago she’d told her father she didn’t want to go.

 

And two days ago her father had told her she would learn to appreciate the schooling and that she was a very lucky young woman. He’d also promised her a trip to the continent for a graduation present.

 

A graduation present! She wanted to yell at him, but wisely kept her mouth shut. She wanted to travel now. Today. But more than anything, she didn’t want to be confined to the stuffy drawing rooms in the East. Just like her father, she needed freedom. But her father meant to take the choice from her.

 

To gossip and chatter with rich society women was not her destiny. To know which wine was served with fish would not make her happy. This was his dream for her. Sam Chamberlain needed to look to his own heart and remember the choices he had made twenty-five years ago.

 

Her destiny was out there somewhere, waiting for her to snap it up and hold the moment close to her heart. She knew what she wanted, and to prove her point, she’d bought a camera and had the machine sent over to the hotel. She meant to photograph all her adventures, every nook and cranny, every monument, every intriguing person.

 

Across the street and down two blocks, Devil Blackmoor had just taken the saddle off his horse. He brushed the stallion’s back, all the while petting the animal’s sleek coat and crooning into the horse’s ear. Mesmerized, she watched his hands and the gentle way he stroked the horse.

 

She wished she had her camera.

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