Naughty Angel

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When a devilishly handsome man discovers a beautiful, naughty angel, it could be a match made in heaven. When Sarah Martin wakes up at the McKenzie farm, she can’t remember anything about her past. She has no idea whether she is married or engaged. She only knows that her rescuer surpasses every fantasy she has ever had about her ideal man. She quickly learns that absolute pleasure can be hers, but only if she is willing to submit to him.

Brian McKenzie had given up on finding a wife. He knows that he needs a woman who is willing to accept his domination. When he discovers just such a woman in Sarah, theirs seems like the perfect match. But secrets from her past threaten to destroy their happiness, and it is up to Brian to protect his naughty angel and secure her as his bride.

Publisher’s Note: This historical western romance contains steamy, graphic scenes and a theme of power exchange.

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Willamette Valley, Oregon, early December 1852

She wrapped her shawl more firmly around her shoulders and shivered violently from the cold. She trudged on as quickly as she could, given the icy condition of the road. If only there had been time to grab her heavy winter coat and mittens. Her fingers had begun to go numb. Her shoes, stockings, and hem were soaked from walking through snow and ice for two days.

She cast another fearful glance behind her and kept going. She had to find shelter soon. The sun was already beginning to sink in the western sky, and she knew that once it set, the temperature would plummet even further. She had spent the previous night in an old barn, and if it hadn’t been for the company of the cows and horses, she would have surely perished.

She had barely slept a wink all night. She kept expecting someone to show up to arrest her. She had tried to cover her tracks, but she wasn’t sure she had been very effective at it. Now, she was exhausted and hungry, and she didn’t know how much longer she could keep going.

If only she could get the terrible images out of her mind. The sight of that letter opener piercing through flesh, all that blood, the scream of shock and pain, it was too awful. It kept replaying over and over in her head. She shuddered and quickened her pace.

He would be after her soon. She knew it without a doubt. He would never willingly let her go. He was obsessed with her, and he would definitely want her back. After all, he considered her to be his plaything, and he wouldn’t want to lose her. If he caught her, she wouldn’t stand a chance. The memory of his hands and lips on her made her tremble with fear. She couldn’t let him catch her. She would rather die than to be at his mercy again.

Her only hope was to disappear. The problem was that she didn’t know exactly where she was or where she was going. She just knew she had to get as far away from him as possible and the quicker, the better. He probably had his men scouring the countryside for miles around by now. If they found her, they would haul her back to that terrible place, and she would be doomed.

Other images jumbled through her thoughts—the feelings of helplessness and terror, of never knowing when she might be cornered and forced to submit to him for his pleasure. She hadn’t felt safe since she had accepted his offer. Going there, to his home, had been a terrible mistake. How she wished she could go back in time and do it all differently.

He had been so handsome and charming when she’d first met him. He had turned her head with his fancy clothes and suave manners. Little had she known what he had planned for her. She had believed him when he told her that he could give her a better life. Her father had believed him too, sending her off with his best wishes.

If only she hadn’t trusted him. If only she hadn’t let him persuade her. If only she had remained at her father’s home, where she had always been safe and happy.

Of course, she couldn’t go to her father’s home now. That’s the first place he would look for her. And she didn’t doubt he would be looking for her. There was no way he would allow her to just disappear.

She blinked back tears of despair. She had no one to turn to. Who would ever believe her? That she was the victim? Even if they did, they wouldn’t stand up against him. He had money and lots of powerful friends. It would be his word against hers.

She kept scanning the countryside, looking for somewhere she could seek shelter for the night. The gathering shadows and surrounding trees made it difficult to see very far from the road. She was starting to panic. If she didn’t find shelter soon, she would freeze to death.

She heard the sound of horses approaching from the bend behind her. Her eyes opened wide with terror. It had to be him or one of his men. They were looking for her!

She scrambled to get off the road so that she could hide among the trees until they passed by. The road was flanked on both sides by a steep incline, and she tried to pick her way quickly down one side.

She tripped over a deep snowdrift and began to tumble. She gave a little squeak of terror. There was nothing she could do. She tumbled down the rest of the hill. She landed hard at the bottom, and her head struck a rock.

Pain exploded in her head. The world began to darken, and stars flashed behind her eyelids. She moaned and tried to rise, but she felt terribly weak and lethargic all of a sudden. With a whimper, she fell forward into the snow. The last conscious thought she had was that the world had suddenly turned very, very cold.


Brian McKenzie was deep in thought as he drove his wagon home from town. There had been big changes in his world recently. His older brother, Aidan, had gotten married just two days prior. While Brian was extremely happy for his brother, it did mean things were going to be different from now on.

The McKenzie brothers had moved to Oregon from Kentucky two years earlier, to make their own mark on the world. The three of them had said farewell to their parents, and they’d made the dangerous trip across the Oregon Trail.

Oregon was like the Promised Land for farmers like themselves. There was rich farmland to be had for free if a man was willing to work hard and live there in Oregon. He and his brothers had settled in the beautiful Willamette Valley, and they had staked their claim. Together, they held almost a thousand acres of the richest, blackest, most fertile land this side of the Rockies.

Together, the three brothers made a formidable team. The oldest brother, Aidan, had a special talent for agriculture. He knew instinctively which crops would do best in certain areas, when to plant them, and how to tend them to result in the highest yields. He had ensured that they had bumper crops throughout their first two years.

Brian was more skilled at building. He had designed and done most of the construction on their cabin, barn and smoke house. He built fences and a hunting shack in the woods. He had plans to add a small saw mill if all went well next spring. Thanks to him, they and their animals were kept warm and dry through the harsh winters.

Liam, the youngest, had a knack for working with animals. He was skilled at breeding the very best dairy cows, hogs, laying hens, and horses. He was so good at it that he was quickly gaining a widespread reputation. Farmers came from miles around to buy livestock from the McKenzie farm.

Life was good, and their future seemed rosy. None of the brothers had been thinking about marriage. That was something they all thought was years down the road, after they were well established. Although the three of them were pursued diligently by the eligible females in the area, they had managed to avoid the marital noose.

Then, unexpectedly, Aidan had met and fallen in love with their new neighbor, Naomi Tisdale. She had purchased the farm next door to theirs and moved there a few months earlier from California. Aidan had wooed and wed the beautiful young widow, and both Brian and Liam had been happy for him.

The newlywed couple had left on their honeymoon trip just the previous day. Brian and Liam had devised a plan to build a new cabin for Aidan and his bride. The couple would be gone for two weeks, and Brian wanted to have the new cabin finished before they returned, so it could be a nice surprise when they came home from their trip.

The two younger McKenzie brothers had been secretly discussing their plan for weeks, since Aidan had first started seeing Naomi. They had already purchased some lumber and supplies, and they had the perfect spot picked out, a short distance from their own cabin.

Brian and Liam had started working as soon as the newlyweds were out of sight of the farm. They had already accomplished quite a bit during the first two days. They had laid down a sturdy foundation and had begun on the walls. By the end of the week, the main structure would be mostly done, and they could concentrate on the finishes. However, they needed more supplies to continue the job.

Thus, Brian had gone into town to purchase what they needed. He loaded the wagon with glass for windows, nails, more lumber, and a handsome iron cook stove, before turning for home.

He smiled as he drove along through the late afternoon, thinking of how surprised his brother and sister-in-law would be when they returned from their honeymoon to find a new home waiting for them. As surprises went, this one would be pretty special.

A freezing blast of wind blew the smile off Brian’s face, and he drew his collar up to ward off the chill. The weather had turned cold over the past few days. Several inches of snow had fallen overnight, and as he guided the horses along the icy road, he was impatient to get home.

His thoughts returned to the changes that would be coming soon. Now that Aidan had wed Naomi, he supposed it was inevitable that his thoughts should turn to his own marital prospects. Unfortunately, those weren’t very high.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t attract female attention. In fact, ladies swarmed around him every time he showed his face in town. He wasn’t conceited, but he knew he was handsome. He had certainly been told that often enough by members of the opposite sex. When he wanted to turn on the charm, he could easily make women swoon.

It also wasn’t that Brian didn’t want a wife. He actually had a deep-seated desire to wed and raise a family of his own. The problem was that none of the ladies he had met around these parts held any interest for him. Nor would any of them want him for a husband if they truly understood his nature and what he would expect in a marriage.

Brian knew that he was different from his brothers. Aidan and Liam were both steady and dependable. They needed wives who were like them—wholesome, conventional, salt of the earth types.

On the other hand, Brian had always been the rebel. He enjoyed playing practical jokes, teasing, and taunting, getting into all sorts of mischief, and generally breaking rules. He needed a different kind of woman entirely. He needed someone who would love him the way he was, without trying to reform him or tame his wildness. For the right woman, he was prepared to behave himself. The chances of him finding the right woman in Oregon were slim to none.

He had realized at a young age that his sexual tastes were different from most other men, including his brothers. Brian derived sexual satisfaction through control. Nothing excited him more than mastering a beautiful woman, commanding her obedience, pushing her far beyond her comfort zone, and ultimately bending her to his will. He needed a woman who was adventurous, naughty, and enjoyed things a little rough in the bedroom.

He knew that the typical sex most married couples enjoyed would bore him to tears. He wanted a strong woman who would stand beside him through the trials of life. But when it came to their relationship, and to lovemaking in particular, he needed to be in charge. He needed a woman who was willing to submit herself to him and work hard to please him, no matter what he asked of her. He wouldn’t settle for less.

If he could only find that kind of woman, the right kind of woman, the kind who was strong enough to submit to him and acknowledge his dominion, he would spend his lifetime pleasing her. Pleasuring her. Spoiling her. Loving her. Lavishing her with affection. Showering her with devotion.

Brian didn’t hold out much hope of finding that kind of woman, so he was beginning to think he would never marry. He would just have to be content with the services of experienced whores. They knew how to cater to his unconventional desires. He couldn’t imagine finding a genteel young lady who would be willing to do the same.

Because single men outnumbered single ladies two to one in Oregon, Brian knew that he would be hard pressed to find a marriageable lady willing to take him on, at least if he were honest with her about what he expected in a marriage. Once a respectable young lady learned what he would demand from her, he had no doubt that she would run screaming in the other direction.

It was probably best if he just remained a bachelor. It would be far better never to marry than to have an unhappy union. The last thing he wanted was to be leg-shackled to a whiny, demanding wife who didn’t even satisfy him in bed.

He rounded a bend in the road, and his eyes widened. A woman was lying in the snow at the bottom of a hill beside the road, crumpled into a heap. Brian halted the horses and jumped down, racing to kneel beside her.

She was lying face down, and Brian gently turned her over, gasping when he saw her face. She was stunningly beautiful, with honey gold hair and delicate features. Her cheeks were finely sculpted, her nose slim and pert, and her lashes were long and sooty black. She had the most sweetly curved lips he had ever seen. He spent a stunned moment scanning her face.

Her skin was nearly as white as the surrounding snow, except for the blood seeping from a gash on her forehead. She was limp and cold. Brian urgently felt for a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a faint throbbing beneath her jaw.

He wondered how long she had been lying there unconscious. He almost hadn’t seen her as he passed by, and he wondered whether she had been there when he went into town, hours before. If he didn’t get her warm soon, she could easily die from exposure.

He shrugged out of his coat and wrapped it around her limp form, gathering her into his arms. He struggled up the icy hill, slipping on the snow and praying for her to live. Reaching the wagon, he laid her gently in the back, tucking his coat around her before jumping to the seat. He was close to home, and he urged the horses to their fastest pace, casting frequent glances over his shoulder.

Finally, he reached his farm, and he jumped down. He lifted his precious cargo into his arms and raced to the house, fumbling to open the door. He kicked it closed behind him and carried the girl to his bedroom.

He laid her on his bed and quickly began undressing her. He had to get her out of her wet clothes before she froze to death. He had already stripped off her dress and was starting on her chemise when Liam appeared in the doorway behind him.

“What’s going on?” Liam asked, his eyes widening when he saw the half-naked woman. “Who’s she?

Seeing the direction of Liam’s gaze, Brian moved to block his view. “Out!” He jerked his head to the door. “Get out of here and shut the door behind you! And put some water on to boil,” Brian yelled through the closed door.

Liam hastily complied, leaving Brian alone with his charge once more. His fingers shook as he struggled with the tiny buttons. He was finally successful in freeing them, and he yanked the soaked garment off her body. Even in his agitated state, his senses registered that her body was every bit as beautiful as her face, but he ignored her feminine charms as he pulled off her wet pantalets and stockings.

When she was finally naked, Brian dressed her in one of his flannel shirts, noticing that it reached nearly to her knees. He fastened enough buttons to keep the garment on her but didn’t bother to button it all the way up. He was rushing to get her decently covered and beneath the covers, so he merely pulling the gaping sides over her naked breasts.

He tucked her under the covers, piling two extra quilts over her for warmth. He went to the kitchen, seeking water and a cloth to clean the wound on her forehead. Liam was waiting, full of curiosity.

“Who the hell is she?” he asked, watching as Brian rushed to gather the items he needed.

“I have no idea,” he said, his voice full of concern. “I found her lying beside the road.”

Brian explained succinctly as he filled a pan with hot water and gathered the supplies he would need to bandage her head. When he had finished, Liam scratched his head.

“Maybe I should go for the doctor,” Liam suggested.

“Who, Doc Reynolds?” When Liam nodded, Brian shot him an impatient frown. “You know that old drunkard is a useless quack. I’ll take care of her myself.” The tone of his voice was dismissive as he turned toward the bedroom, balancing the basin.

“Well, at least let me fetch one of the ladies from town to care for her. Don’t you think it’s a bit scandalous, having a naked woman alone in the house with only two men to care for her?”

“One man,” Brian growled. He ignored Liam’s raised eyebrows. “I’ll worry about her reputation once I know she’s going to live. In the meantime, stay out of my bedroom. There’s no sense in both of us seeing her naked.”

He didn’t see Liam’s speculative expression as he turned away. He set the basin on the table beside his bed and closed the door softly.

It was nearly sunset, and the room was growing increasingly dim. He lit a lantern, turning the wick high to cast a glow over the bed. His unexpected visitor hadn’t stirred. She looked small and fragile, tucked in the middle of his bed.

Brian sat on the bed and dipped a cloth in the warm water. He gently bathed her wound, relieved to find that it wasn’t very deep. He washed away the dried blood and applied a healing ointment before wrapping her head with a neat bandage. He felt for her pulse once more and found it much more steady and strong than it had been before. He sighed with relief.

Brian frowned as he scanned her face. Her skin was cold, and her lips were blue. Full of sudden worry, he pulled her slender arm from beneath the covers and felt each of her fingers. He repeated the procedure on her left hand, happy to see the absence of any wedding ring. The fact that he even noticed that was surprising, but he dismissed the thought.

Tucking her arms back in, he lifted the covers and checked all ten of her toes, relieved to find no signs of frostbite. Her feet were delicate and dainty, stirring unexpected feelings of protectiveness in Brian’s heart as he tucked them back in securely.

He sat beside her once again, frustrated that there was nothing he could do except wait. The fact that she hadn’t roused from her stupor was worrisome.

An agonizing hour passed, during which she lay still as death. Then, she began to shiver, moaning softly in her distress. Brian kicked his boots off and joined her beneath the covers, trying unsuccessfully to ignore her soft curves as he pulled her into his arms to share the warmth of his body with her. She finally breathed a sigh of relief, snuggled against him and eventually stopped shivering.

Brian smiled, rubbing his cheek against her silky hair. She hadn’t opened her eyes yet, but he was confident that she would wake up soon. Her body was warming, and her breathing was reassuringly steady. He held her for a long time, relishing the feel of her in his arms, before he finally drifted to sleep.

Brian woke instantly when she sighed and turned over as she began to rouse. She snuggled into his arms to get closer, obviously seeking the warmth that his body provided. Her cheek settled on his chest as if it belonged there. He was instantly hard. He remained completely still, so he wouldn’t startle her.


She felt as if her entire body was bruised and sore, and her brow wrinkled with confusion. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. Her head throbbed, and she gave a low moan.

Her surroundings gradually began to register in her sluggish brain. She didn’t recognize the room. Not a single item of furniture looked familiar, and she frowned as she wondered where she was. She didn’t remember coming to this place.

Her limbs felt weighted, and she lay for a long while not moving. It took several minutes for her dazed senses to register the fact that there was a large male body snuggled against her radiating blessed heat. Strong male arms encircled her. Her eyes widened on a gasp, and she turned her face up to see him.

She gasped again as she stared into a gorgeous pair of vibrant, translucent green eyes. They reminded her of intense, sparkling jewels. They were framed by lush, thick black lashes and set deep beneath handsome black brows.

She dragged her eyes away from his compelling gaze and scanned the rest of his features. A sculpted nose, strong cheekbones, a firm jaw and well-proportioned lips completed his gorgeous face. He grinned, and she mentally added straight white teeth and a pair of deep dimples to the list of reasons why he was the most sinfully handsome man she could ever imagine.

“Well, hello, angel. I was beginning to wonder when you would wake up.”

His deep, husky voice was every bit as appealing as his face.

She shivered with awareness. “Hello. Who are you?” she asked with a bemused frown.

He raised one dark brow. “I was going to ask you the same thing.” Seeing her deepening confusion, he chuckled lightly. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m Brian McKenzie. And you are?”

She frowned up at him. Her forehead crinkled between her brows, and she moaned softly from the movement. She closed her eyes briefly, rubbing soft fingers along the bridge of her nose to ease the ache. She met his gaze again, her eyes clouding with confusion.

“Where am I? How did I get here?” she asked, glancing once more at the surrounding room. Her eyes were growing increasingly worried.

“It’s okay; you’re all right now,” Brian soothed. “You’re probably just a little confused. I think you must have had an accident. I found you lying unconscious in the snow. You had hit your head on a rock. I brought you home to take care of you.”


He watched as her delicate pink lips parted in surprise. Her chocolate brown eyes were opened wide, but Brian could imagine how they might look if they were heavy lidded and full of passion. Although she was still pale, a blush of rosy color had returned to her cheeks, and he longed to brush his thumb over their graceful planes. Her face was both elegantly beautiful and temptingly sensual.

He was even more aroused by the lush body pressed against him. When she had turned to face him, his shirt that she was wearing had twisted up around her waist, leaving her entire bottom half naked. The neckline was also gaping open. Brian could feel the twin pebbles of her nipples boring into his chest. It was all he could do to resist the urge to glance down at the sumptuous view.

To make matters even more temptingly delightful, his hands had landed on her naked bottom. The globes were smooth, heated perfection beneath his palms. He desperately wanted to knead them, but he knew he would startle her if he moved his hands. He didn’t think she had realized yet that she was lying practically naked in his arms, and he was in no hurry to point it out to her. He didn’t want to frighten her off.

“What kind of accident?” she asked quietly.

It was Brian’s turn to frown. “I’m not sure, angel. I was hoping you would be able to tell me.”

Her forehead creased with worry as she searched his face. She studied him as if she might find the answers she sought in the green depths of his eyes

“I don’t remember what happened,” she whispered. Her eyes began to fill with tears. “I don’t remember anything.” Her voice rose with panic. “I don’t even remember my own name!”

“Shh, it’s all right,” Brian said, tightening his arms around her. “You’ve been through an ordeal. I’m sure your memory will return as soon as you’ve had a rest.”

“Do you think so?” she whispered forlornly. She looked up at him, desperately seeking reassurance. “What if I never remember?”

“Shh,” Brian soothed again. “Don’t talk like that. You probably have a concussion. Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of you until you feel better, and your memory will come back. I’m sure of it.”

She clutched his shirtfront, instinctively seeking his protection. Looking into her frightened eyes, Brian couldn’t resist the urge to offer comfort. He bent his head and gently kissed her lips, nibbling them lightly. She tensed for only a moment before she returned his feathery kisses, sighing with pleasure.

Brian gradually deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with bold strokes of his tongue when she parted her lips. She was sweet and warm, uninhibited in her response.

His mouth on hers was a tempting delight, plucking at her senses. A nagging hunger began in her lower belly, and she squirmed against him. She threaded her fingers through the hair at his nape, so intent on these new sensations that she didn’t realize she had flattened her naked breasts against his chest.

Brian groaned. He finally gave in to the urge to explore her bottom, and he squeezed the rounded globes. The heat from his palms was like a fiery brand, and her eyes popped wide open. She pulled free of the kiss and stared at him in horror. He could feel her heart pounding.

“I’m…I’m naked!” she squeaked in a weak whisper.

“Yes, angel, you very nearly are,” Brian replied, struggling not to grin.

“Did you…” She gulped down a breath before she continued. “…did you undress me?”

“Uh, yes, ma’am, I did. You were nearly freezing, and your clothes were wet from lying in the snow. I had to get them off you in order to warm you up.”

“So, you’ve seen my body…naked?” she asked, wincing with embarrassment.

Brian could no longer contain his grin, and he gave her bottom another familiar squeeze to punctuate his answer. “Yes, angel, I’ve seen every inch of your body, and it was as naked as the day you were born.”

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, groaning in mortification. Brian watched as her face turned red, and it was hard to resist the urge to see whether her blush extended to the tips of her breasts. His erection was aching from the mere thought.

“This is dreadful,” she moaned, covering her face with both hands.

Brian chuckled and pulled one hand off her face to meet her cautious gaze. The situation was too delicious. He really shouldn’t tease her and enhance her dismay, but as usual, his naughty nature made it impossible to resist.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed about, angel. You happen to have the loveliest body I’ve ever had to pleasure to see. I couldn’t help but notice. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are absolutely beautiful from head to toe.”

She squeezed her eyes closed with a groan, but he noticed that she didn’t pull out of his embrace. That pleased him immensely.

“Don’t worry, angel. Your virtue is safe with me. I promise. I have yet to ever corrupt a virgin.”

He kissed her brow, and she relaxed slightly against him. The thought occurred to him that he didn’t know whether she was a virgin or not, but he didn’t voice that conjecture at the moment. Not only would it increase the temptation to find out, but she was distressed enough without adding one more mystery to think about.

For some odd reason, his reassurance pleased her, and her renewed blush was due entirely to the effect of having an incredibly handsome man pay her a compliment. Her thoughts raced. She felt afloat in a sea of confusion. She couldn’t remember a single thing about her past. But she knew with absolute certainty that she shouldn’t be lying naked in the arms of a stranger, no matter how sinfully handsome he might be.

Her mind was telling her all those things, but her body was flooding her with temptation. The feeling of his hot, calloused hands on her bottom was delightful. She noticed the sensation of his crisp chest hair tickling her naked breasts for the first time, and she had to stifle a moan of pleasure. She felt an empty ache in the pit of her belly, and there was an unfamiliar throbbing between her thighs.

She knew if he didn’t leave her bed soon, she would be unable to resist her own body’s impulses. She bit her lip and reluctantly met his eyes once more, clearing her throat nervously. “You shouldn’t be here in bed with me. It’s entirely improper.”

Brian held her gaze for a long moment before he grinned again. “You’re right, of course. I’ll go, but I want one more kiss before I do.”

He raised a questioning brow, and when she didn’t protest, he captured her lips again. He kissed her with more passion, showing her a hint of how badly he wanted her. The thrill he derived from tasting her was sweet. Her soft moans of pleasure were even sweeter. He couldn’t resist the urge to cup the perfect globes of her bottom and squeeze them gently.

She opened her eyes, and her wide brown eyes met his sparkling green ones. He could feel her body tense. The urge to pin her down and have his way with her was strong, but he couldn’t do that. For one thing, he had promised. For another, she didn’t belong to him. She hadn’t given herself to him. In fact, she might belong to another man, for all either of them knew.


While Brian struggled to subdue his own raging desires, he didn’t realize that hers were burning out of control too. Nothing had ever felt as wonderful as this man’s kisses. At least she couldn’t remember anything this wonderful. Her conscience was screaming at her to pull back, but her traitorous body was driving her relentlessly into his arms. With a regretful sigh, she gently wedged her arms between them and pushed him away.

“Please,” she whispered. “I need…we need to stop.”

God, how he wanted her. Brian would have sold his soul to make her his in that moment. But he knew in his heart, it would be wrong. When her memory returned, she would hate him if she found out she was already married to another man.

It took every ounce of his willpower to release her. Brian reluctantly rolled away from her.

He had never wanted a woman as badly as he did at that moment. His cock was aching in his britches, throbbing painfully for release. He heaved a frustrated sigh and sat up on the edge of the bed, facing away from her.

She suddenly felt guilty for both her actions and for making him stop. She pulled the covers up to her chin. She felt empty and needy. She almost reached for him, to draw him back to the bed, but she resisted the urge.

When he spoke, his voice was gruff with passion. “I’m sorry, angel. I apologize for my behavior.”

“There’s no need to apologize,” she whispered, surprising him with her candor.

He turned to search her gaze. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you,” he insisted.

“I enjoyed every moment,” she admitted shyly. “We just need to take things a bit more slowly,” she said softly. “I don’t even know you.” She wrinkled her brow, and the worry returned to her lovely brown eyes. “I don’t even know myself.”

“You will,” Brian assured her, brushing her golden hair behind one delicate ear. “You will regain your memory very soon, but until you do, I promise you are safe with me.”

She smiled at him, feeling entirely reassured by his promise. She had no idea where she truly belonged, but being here, with him, felt like the most natural thing in the world. Being in his arms had felt right somehow, even though she didn’t understand why.

Her stomach gave a loud growl, and they both laughed. It served to ease the tension in the room.

“Sounds like I should get you something to eat,” Brian said with a grin.

She smiled back at him with soft, glowing brown eyes that melted his heart. “I would like that if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. Just rest here. I’ll be back soon.”

Brian tucked the quilts more securely around her and left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. She could hear his footsteps treading down the hall.

She released a deep sigh. She was both relieved and disappointed that he had left. The room felt suddenly empty without his presence.

She lifted the quilts and took in her appearance. She groaned from embarrassment. She straightened the shirt she was wearing, pulling the hem down nearly to her knees and buttoning the front all the way to her neck. She had to roll the cuffs several times to keep them from falling over her hands. Even with all the buttons fastened, the shirt was so large that it had a tendency to expose her upper shoulders.

She searched her memory, trying to recall something about her past. Who was she? What had happened to her? Did she have family or friends who would be worried about her? Was she married? All she got from the effort was a throbbing headache.

Instead, she focused on everything that had happened since she woke up. Her pulse was still beating fast, and she felt the oddest sensations between her thighs. She felt wet and achy down there, and her clit was persistently throbbing. She wondered what might have happened if she hadn’t insisted that Brian leave the bed.

His kisses had been beyond pleasant. He had awakened a hunger in her body that wouldn’t settle. Although he was a stranger, it was as if her body instinctively recognized him as her one and only true mate. She was tempted to invite him to crawl beneath the covers and finish what he had started.

However, there was no way she could do that when she didn’t remember anything about her life. Maybe she was married to another man, and he was waiting for her and worried about her. If so, she couldn’t possibly betray him. She simply had to remember.


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    There are three McKenzie brothers, each with their own story. This is Brian’s story, brother to older Aidan and younger Liam. Shortly after Aidan’s wedding Brian is feeling sorry for himself, sure that he will never find a proper match for his particular desires in life. From seemingly out of nowhere, he finds a young girl unconscious in the snow. Is this a sign? He takes her to his cabin to get her out of her wet clothes and warmed up. When she regains consciousness they find out that she is suffering from amnesia and can’t even remember her own name, let alone any details of how or why she ended up in the snow. With the help of Liam, Brian tries to give her a safe and secure environment in which to regain her memory. Rather quickly Brian and Sarah (her first name) begin a sexualized relationship that neither will allow to go too far, because she may be married…, they just don’t know. Within a matter of days Brian learns a shocking detail about Sarah. Is she an angel or a devil? Brian keeps his newfound info from Sarah but when it becomes public knowledge, well that’s what you need to keep reading to find out about. Will regaining her memory condemn her or redeem her? You should know that Brian is a bit of a sadist and Sarah is a bit of a masochist and that each may have found their kindred spirit in the other. Brian is also a tremendous tease with a heart of gold. A well written mystery, of sorts, with lots of heavy handed spankings and robust sexual action. 4 Stars
    I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review.

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