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345 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1994
Nora tended to be impulsive and sometimes reckless.
By the time she reached her twenties, Nora had settled a bit, and with her family’s great wealth behind her, she became a socialite of note.
Inevitably her exploits were exaggerated and she became known as an adventuress.
There were four Tremaynes of East Texas: her uncle Chester, her aunt Helen, and her cousins, Colter and Melissa. Colter was on an expedition to the North Pole.
Nora was peculiarly cool with men, especially after the fright Summerville had given her and the dreadful illness that had plagued her.
How odd, that she could feel a skirl of physical attraction to a man so…uncivilized and in need of cleaning.
“None of that, now,” he said with a stern look. “I know all about you wild city women, and I am not the sort of man to be toyed with, I’ll have you know.”
When he got through with her, she was going to think twice before she looked down her nose at a man again, regardless of how he smelled.
“You make me hungry, Nora, for things no gentleman should admit to a lady….”
It was going to be fun to bring the so-superior Miss Marlowe down to the level of an ordinary woman.
He would be the sword of vengeance for Greely and all the other men this spoiled young miss had hurt with her thoughtlessness.
It had been a long time since he’d had a woman; surely that was the reason he reacted so violently to her!
Cal Barton escorted a pretty young girl who was a daughter of one of the organizers of the event.
He smiled coolly. “Well, Miss Marlowe, I have to admit that I prefer a hot game of poker to a cold woman.”
It was not the first time for him. There had been women. But the sight of Nora’s firm, pretty little breast kindled something besides passion in him.
He refused to think of consequences. He wanted her and she wanted him; surely nothing else mattered now!
Even his thoughts of revenge retreated behind the fury of his desire for her.
They rested, and slept a little. And then came the shame.
He felt sickened at his lack of honor. He had seduced an innocent woman, and all because his pride had been stung by her attitude.
“Your treatment of poor Greely made me determined to show you how easy it would be for a man of experience to make a plaything of you. And I have, madam. You were no challenge at all.”
He had seduced her to avenge his friend Greely. It had been a cold and deliberate act.
He had hurt her more than he would ever know, she vowed.
He smiled coldly. Well, Miss Eleanor Marlowe could marry him and come back to Texas, but not to the wealth of Latigo, the family ranch near El Paso. Oh, no, there would not be that elegant, monied setting for Miss Marlowe of Richmond.
“I don’t want a wife,” he said stiffly. “But I’m not so dishonorable that I can leave you to the mercy of strangers. Come.”
“I didn’t even have a proper dress, whether or not I deserved it,” she whispered miserably, “and no bridesmaids or a bouquet or a minister…”
Cal’s face froze. “Well, you have a husband, at least,” he said sharply. “A woman in your condition should be glad of one!”
Nora was a complete failure at the simplest chores.
Her only virtue to date had been her delightful presence in his bed, but her pregnancy even denied him that consolation.
She felt terrible and looked it, and her fragile health was beginning to deteriorate under the double strain of her troubled marriage and the physical labor she was not used to performing.
He had started sleeping at the bunkhouse as well as eating there, because, he told everyone, he disturbed Nora, and she needed her rest.
“You profess to love me, Nora, but both of us know that you will never be happy here. You have no household skills whatsoever. You haven’t the patience to accomplish anything in the kitchen.
God knows, I never wanted this marriage in the first place,” he added cuttingly, and untruthfully. “I only wanted to sleep with you.”
Our marriage was the worst mistake of my life.
He was so ashamed of her that he couldn’t bear to introduce her to his family. It was the worst blow of all.
“Mr. Brooks and Mr. Dunn,” he introduced. “They’re from New York. They handle all our family business,” he added when Nora looked puzzled.