Cowboy Daddy, Jingle-Bell Baby
Lesson number one in birthing class: never drive a car crosscountry alone. Especially during the ninth month of pregnancy.
But Jenna Garwood had never taken a birthing class.
For the tenth time in as many minutes, she cast an anxious glance in the rearview mirror, relieved to see that no one had followed her when she'd exited the interstate some miles back.
Since her escape from the Carrington Estate, she'd zigged and zagged from the east toward the west, careful to cover her tracks. After three days, she shouldn't be so worried. But the long arm of the Carrington family reached far and wide. And they didn't give up easily.
When she'd heard the plans they had for her unborn child, Jenna had done the only thing that made sense. She'd run.
She had always been weak, but the little girl beneath her breast had given her strength. After the humiliation and sorrow of the last two years, the baby had given her a reason to try again.
A moan slipped past a bottom lip raw from constant gnawing. She bent forward over the steering wheel to stretch the kink in her back wishing she hadn't spritzed the car's interior with eau de parfum this morning. The stenc ... read full excerpt from: Cowboy Daddy, Jingle-Bell Baby ebook
