Alaskan Renegade
Skagway, District of Alaska, late August 1899
That familiar and arrogant way he moved captured her attention. Wearing a tan leather vest and black shirt that barely spanned his wide shoulders, Brant MacQuaid strode down the path as though he still thought he could part the Red Sea. His granite eyes flickered at the stagecoach driver, then he turned and headed straight for her. Her heart leaped. He'd changed a great deal in the five years since Victoria Windhaven had last laid eyes on him.
He was more of a man.
I don't care, she told herself. He was one of three men who'd deserted her at a time when she'd needed him to stay. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how devastated she'd been.
With her pulse rushing, Victoria shuffled beneath
her skirts and stood in the morning light that slanted over the livery stables and cast shadows on their well-oiled stagecoach. Stable hands around them calmly pitched straw and walked horses, unaware of her moment of reckoning.
Her partner on this journey, young medical student Cooper Sullivan, was huffing in exertion as he tried to swing his suitcases up beside the driver.
Brant reached her side, stil ... read full excerpt from: Alaskan Renegade ebook
