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Christmas Captive (Western Romantics #5)

Jessie Rose Case
4.46/5 (95 ratings)
This is a hot HEA, fictional, historical romantic western. It’s a sweeping saga of one woman’s struggle to live and love. It holds temptations and passions. Conflicts and torment to raise your own passions and bring them alive. If you’re looking for something to tempt your days and nights, you just found it. Enjoy! Written mainly in British English, with American language and words and slang from both languages.

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Set in the 1880’s.

What did Christmas bring her this year? ..... Surely, not him!

It had been a difficult few years. There had been many times during the last 6 years that she'd contemplated ending it all. With just her brothers for company with no husband or child. She often felt alone. Alone in a wilderness that was as beautiful as it was harsh.

Land for the taking, they'd said. Her brothers had believed it. Desperate for their own land after the famines of Ireland and displaced people. So many died in the potato crop failing and the tenant farmers being removed from the land. They'd taken a desperate chance and come to this new land in hope of a better life.

Totally unprepared for the conditions and hardships, the cold winters and the long dry summers, she’d been surprised they’d lasted that first year. But they had stuck in the middle of nowhere, what else was she to do?

Tending her crops and animals, working the land with her brothers, she did what she could. Bottled and pickled, salted food. But that wasn't going to help her on the borderlands. She had bigger problems than food.

The Indians were raiding and burning up and down the colonies. Another flare-up, pitting man against man. She didn't understand the politics of it all. But she knew trouble when she saw it. Her brothers were worried. They kept it close, but she could see it.

The Native Indians were getting bolder. She wasn't sure what they wanted or why they were burning out the settlers.

But Christmas was coming and she still celebrated the seasons. Its closeness driving her out wanting the scents of home and good times, as she did every year she'd gone out looking for mistletoe and holly. Foraging for pinecones going too far. Hearing horses charging and the battle cries, she'd stayed hidden watching two different kinds of Indians fighting to the west of her land. Fighting viciously with arrows and axes, knives. It had been brutal and savage.
Shocking her, it seemed as if the world had gone mad, hoping day by day that they could stay out of it but that was a futile wish when her brothers came running in telling her to take the weapons and defend the house, they would be better outside.
For hours the battle cries and shooting went on and then there was silence. The silence was worse. And then she heard them charging down towards her home. Moving back behind the upturned table, taking her weapons and ammo with her, she waited. Fear assaulting her. Fearing her brothers were gone. On wild battle cries her door kicked in and she opened fire.

Trying to take her, time and time again she defended with a desperate need to survive. Until new natives arrived. Their voices sing song, high pitched and angry and another battle ensued. One side against the other, the newer group seeming to try and help her. Not that they would know she was a she in her pants, coat and hat

Seeing the leader open to attack, she fired, taking the male down that would kill him and when the dust cleared, the leader came into the house and waited, his horse stomping the ground outside, his men with him. He looked half-naked bloodied her breath hitched, she could hardly hide he knew she was there.
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Christmas Captive (Western Romantics #5)

Jessie Rose Case
4.46/5 (95 ratings)
This is a hot HEA, fictional, historical romantic western. It’s a sweeping saga of one woman’s struggle to live and love. It holds temptations and passions. Conflicts and torment to raise your own passions and bring them alive. If you’re looking for something to tempt your days and nights, you just found it. Enjoy! Written mainly in British English, with American language and words and slang from both languages.

***

Set in the 1880’s.

What did Christmas bring her this year? ..... Surely, not him!

It had been a difficult few years. There had been many times during the last 6 years that she'd contemplated ending it all. With just her brothers for company with no husband or child. She often felt alone. Alone in a wilderness that was as beautiful as it was harsh.

Land for the taking, they'd said. Her brothers had believed it. Desperate for their own land after the famines of Ireland and displaced people. So many died in the potato crop failing and the tenant farmers being removed from the land. They'd taken a desperate chance and come to this new land in hope of a better life.

Totally unprepared for the conditions and hardships, the cold winters and the long dry summers, she’d been surprised they’d lasted that first year. But they had stuck in the middle of nowhere, what else was she to do?

Tending her crops and animals, working the land with her brothers, she did what she could. Bottled and pickled, salted food. But that wasn't going to help her on the borderlands. She had bigger problems than food.

The Indians were raiding and burning up and down the colonies. Another flare-up, pitting man against man. She didn't understand the politics of it all. But she knew trouble when she saw it. Her brothers were worried. They kept it close, but she could see it.

The Native Indians were getting bolder. She wasn't sure what they wanted or why they were burning out the settlers.

But Christmas was coming and she still celebrated the seasons. Its closeness driving her out wanting the scents of home and good times, as she did every year she'd gone out looking for mistletoe and holly. Foraging for pinecones going too far. Hearing horses charging and the battle cries, she'd stayed hidden watching two different kinds of Indians fighting to the west of her land. Fighting viciously with arrows and axes, knives. It had been brutal and savage.
Shocking her, it seemed as if the world had gone mad, hoping day by day that they could stay out of it but that was a futile wish when her brothers came running in telling her to take the weapons and defend the house, they would be better outside.
For hours the battle cries and shooting went on and then there was silence. The silence was worse. And then she heard them charging down towards her home. Moving back behind the upturned table, taking her weapons and ammo with her, she waited. Fear assaulting her. Fearing her brothers were gone. On wild battle cries her door kicked in and she opened fire.

Trying to take her, time and time again she defended with a desperate need to survive. Until new natives arrived. Their voices sing song, high pitched and angry and another battle ensued. One side against the other, the newer group seeming to try and help her. Not that they would know she was a she in her pants, coat and hat

Seeing the leader open to attack, she fired, taking the male down that would kill him and when the dust cleared, the leader came into the house and waited, his horse stomping the ground outside, his men with him. He looked half-naked bloodied her breath hitched, she could hardly hide he knew she was there.
Format:
Pages:
pages
Publication:
Publisher:
Edition:
Language:
ISBN10:
ISBN13:
kindle Asin:
B0B5NKWMC6