Western Escape Series

After catching her no good cheat'n rat bastard ex-fiancé in bed with her best friend, Rowan Belmont leaves the mills and factories of the Midwest to move nearer her sister in San Francisco. After being robbed in Kansas City, she loses the money to complete her journey and she tries to pawn her engagement ring, only to find out that it‘s fake. Alone, broke, and on the edge of giving up, Rowan hopes for a miracle.

Marcel Champlain can't get the beautiful woman he met at the Kansas City hotel out of his mind. When she turns up at his family’s jewelry store he knows that God has brought them together. He makes Rowan a job offer: Go with him to Freewill, Wyoming to open a new jewelry store and pose as his wife.

With only three months to convince Rowan that she should become his wife in truth, Marcel intends to show Rowan that no other man on earth will ever love her as much as he does. Their time together may be cut short by when it seems like fate will take Marcel from Rowan all too soon and leave her once again alone in the world.


Genre: Historical romance, erotic romance, western

Heat level: 3
Word count – 47k

Cover art by LFD Designs






~Excerpt~

“What are you doing?” she asked as his breath warmed her lips.

“You jerk away every time I touch you. If you are to be my wife, I cannot have you acting like my touch repulses you.”

“No, you shouldn’t be doing this. Stop right away.” Each of her words brushed her mouth against his, turning her denial into a butterfly soft kiss that sped her heart.

“Is kissing me really that horrible?”

The last of his words whispered alongside her skin before his mouth gently stroked over hers. After two days of wanting him, staring at him and forbidding herself from acknowledging her attraction, she found herself kissing him back with the same enthusiasm she’d shown in the hallway of the hotel.

He made a pleased sound deep in his throat as she turned her head, slanting her lips across his for a deeper kiss. All rational thought fled and she lived in the moment, utterly absorbed with the feel of his mouth pressing on hers. Nothing mattered except the hot, burning rush of desire that seemed to light a fire to her body and settle between her legs in a dull ache.

The wet tip of his tongue traced her lips and she opened for him, hesitantly stroking her tongue along his, exploring his mouth and giving a moan of her own as he nipped and sucked on her lower lip. They seemed to fit perfectly together like two halves of the same whole.

The low screeching of the breaks of the train had her jerking back from Marcel’s embrace like she’d been slapped. She gripped her hands into fists, angry at herself for giving into temptation, angry at him for making her feel this way. Her self-control seemed to fly out the window around him and she did not like him having that kind of power over her. “Mr. Champlain, you must behave yourself!”

He gave her an unrepentant smile and rubbed his lips in a seductive manner. Well, his gesture probably wasn’t all that seductive but her libido seemed to find everything he did arousing. She must be losing her mind. With a muttered oath she leapt from the seat and struggled to get her travel bag off the shelf, ignoring his chuckle as she called him all manner of unflattering things under her breath.






Author Bio:

Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young age she's been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has learned to type one handed while soothing a cranky baby.