SOLDIER IN HER LAP
By Haley Whitehall
Release: April 3 2014
Trapped by her alcoholic, abusive father, Sophia Carpenter longs to escape her life of drudgery on her father’s dirt farm in Clark Springs, Georgia. Making matters worse, her father’s scared off every man who tried to call on her. She longs for freedom, but with the Civil War raging, even fewer men are available to fulfill her dreams—unless a soldier landed in her lap.
Conscripted into a war he never wanted to fight, Lucas Grady is tired of battle and refuses to lay his life down for a lost cause. After a musket ball tears through his leg, he deserts from the ambulance wagon rather than risk a field surgeon’s saw. He barely makes it to Sophia’s farm before collapsing.
The wounded soldier’s arrival seems like a dream come true, but first she must save him from his injuries—and her father. As forbidden attraction blooms between them, they will have to struggle to survive. Can their love overcome so many obstacles or will they become another casualty of the War Between the States?
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Stepping closer to him, she inhaled his masculine scent of sweat and dirt and hay. It was so refreshing to be around a man without the stink of liquor on him. She ran her hand down his arm, feeling his lean muscle under his uniform.
“Thank you, Lucas.”
“No need to thank me.” He looked down at her with gentle eyes. “Any man would have done the same.”
She turned to completely face him. This close, his heart still pounded fast and his breath warmed her face. She tipped her head back, and her lips rose to meet his. Their mouths brushed in a chaste kiss. She didn’t know which one of them was holding back. Their touch kindled a fire in her belly. Her cheeks burned, bringing on a foolish grin. The lust in his eyes, as plain as the noonday sun, fanned the flames of her desire. He wanted her.
“Sophia,” Lucas said, “since your papa isn’t here, think we can eat at the table?”
The simple question cut through the sexual tension. “Yes, I reckon we can.”
Lucas hovered near her in the kitchen. She wasn’t used to anyone watching her cook, or watching her that carefully at all for that matter. Her heart palpitated.
His heat-filled gaze bored into her backside. Her thighs clenched and she struggled to focus on stirring the stew. When you have feelings for a man, it is supposed to feel like this. Charlotte had explained her feelings toward Thomas, and Lucas made Sophia feel the same way.
Finally, she couldn’t stand it any longer and turned around to face him. He leaned near her, their lips perilously close again. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, away from the stove. Her chest pressed against his and their connection grew stronger. He claimed her lips, harder this time. Shutting her eyes, she mewled. His lips roamed down her neck and then back to her mouth, acting like he couldn’t kiss her enough. Did she taste as good as he did?
He caressed her back. It was wrong for him to touch her like that, she should tell him to stop, it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t. Damn propriety, she wanted him. When he grabbed her bottom, her eyes shot open. He pressed her against him, grinding their pelvises together.
“Do you feel what you do to me, Sophia?” he asked in a husky voice.
His arousal pressed hard into her skirts and her mound moistened. “Yes,” she breathed.
How long would they have to court before they got married?
Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy.
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