Texas Brides
Lindsey Major pressed her fingers against her temples to ease some of the awful pressure,then rolled onto her side,hoping that would relieve the pain in her head. As she did,her skirt wrapped around her legs. That was odd, because she slept in men's pajamas and had since she was a teenager and thought it was a cool thing to do. She reached a hand down to untangle the yards of material and realized it wasn't just any old skirt, it was ankle-length taffeta. She was still wearing her ballgown!
Lindsey sat up abruptly, which set her head to pounding ferociously and brought a wave of nausea. She fought the sick feeling, sliding her feet onto the floor and carefully pushing herself upright on the edge of the bed. Which was when she realized she wasn't in her own bed upstairs in the Texas governor's mansion. She was…somewhere else.
It wasn't a dream. I was kidnapped right off the front porch of the mansion. I've been drugged.That's why my head hurts.
Lindsey caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror across the room and was appalled at what she found. Her tawny golden hair had fallen from its sleek French twist. The makeup she had sparingly appl ... read full excerpt from: Texas Brides: The Rancher and the Runaway Bride & The Bluest Eyes in Texas ebook
