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Angel by Christine Young
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BEAUTY IN BUCKSKINS
When
her father decided to send her to a finishing school back East, Angela
Chamberlain refused to be confined to stuffy drawing rooms. Instead, the daring
spitfire who could shoot like a man and ride like the wind longed for a life of
adventure and romance—and she knew exactly who could give it to her. Devil
Blackmoor was a hired gun with a dangerous reputation. But Angela was willing
to go to the ends of the earth to capture the handsome devil's heart.
A
DEVIL IN DISGUISE
He'd
come to America looking for excitement, but Devil Blackmoor got more than he
bargained for when he encountered a beautiful rebel who answered his kisses
with a wild innocence that touched his very soul. Yet standing between them
were more obstacles than either ever dreamed. For Devil had strapped on a gun
for the wrong man. And that made Angela his enemy. Now he'll have to choose
between his duty and the woman he loves more than life.
EXCERPT:
Denver, 1893
A
polished azure sky looked down on a day that vacillated between winter and
spring--a day unable to make up its mind. Cool breezes lifted Angela
Chamberlain's brand-new canary yellow skirt off the moisture-laden sidewalk. A blazing
hot sun dried the puddles in the street left over from last night's deluge.
Unlike
the day, Angela had no trouble making up her mind. Angela knew what she wanted
out of life. She touched one finger to the sapphire earrings adorning her newly
pierced ears.
She
wanted adventure.
She
had a terrible craving to see the world--to climb to the top of the Eiffel
Tower, to walk the Great Wall of China. She yearned to fly in a hot-air balloon
high above the earth, or ride in a gondola in Venice. She wanted to fall in
love with a man who was as brave and smart as her father and as dangerous as
Devil Blackmoor.
Angela's
wish list had no end.
Instead
of adventure and romance, in three short weeks she'd be enrolled in Miss
Somebody's finishing school for young ladies, where knowing which fork to use
was more important than riding with the wind on her favorite horse, Kangee. A
place where changing one's clothes three times or more each day was common
practice.
Two
days ago she'd told her father she didn't want to go.
And
two days ago her father had told her she would learn to appreciate the
schooling and that she was a very lucky young woman. He'd also promised her a
trip to the continent for a graduation present.
A graduation present! She wanted to yell at him, but wisely kept
her mouth shut. She wanted to travel now. Today. But more than anything, she
didn't want to be confined to the stuffy drawing rooms in the East. Just like
her father, she needed freedom. But her father meant to take the choice from
her.
To
gossip and chatter with rich society women was not her destiny. To know which
wine was served with fish would not make her happy. This was his dream for her.
Sam Chamberlain needed to look to his own heart and remember the choices he had
made twenty-five years ago.
Her
destiny was out there somewhere, waiting for her to snap it up and hold the
moment close to her heart. She knew what she wanted, and to prove her point,
she'd bought a camera and had the machine sent over to the hotel. She meant to
photograph all her adventures, every nook and cranny, every monument, every
intriguing person.
Across
the street and down two blocks, Devil Blackmoor had just taken the saddle off
his horse. He brushed the stallion's back, all the while petting the animal's
sleek coat and crooning into the horse's ear. Mesmerized, she watched his hands
and the gentle way he stroked the horse.
She
wished she had her camera.
Devil
Blackmoor commanded her attention. He symbolized everything a father cautioned
his daughter to be wary of. Despite the warning, Devil's strong jaw, his
powerful shoulders and the confident way he held himself beckoned to every
feminine nerve in Angela's body.
Angela
clutched her hands to her chest, willing her gaze to shift to something or
someone who wouldn't shatter her senses and set her blood boiling. Helpless to
control her wayward heart, she kept looking back at Devil. She noticed
everything about him, the way he moved, the way his denim jeans clung to his
legs and the way they molded to his backside. Devil laughed at something the
bouncer from the saloon said, and when he smiled, one edge of his mouth tilted crookedly. Angela's heart
swooned and fluttered, and she thought she might never breathe again.
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