Breathless (Old West, #2)

by Beverly Jenkins

“And, Duchess, this isn’t going to be a Sunday school peck on the cheek. Do you still want to do this?”

I Think we all do Kent.

maybe she could focus on something beside the way she’d felt in his arms, the sensual play of his tongue on hers, and the way he whispered, Make your lips soft, baby.

Why do you want to????

This phrase they’re beginning to use—intelligent suffrage—is designed to leave women of our race on the side of the road. As if they’re the only ones with enough smarts to read a ballot.”

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Stanton was still smarting from Colored men having been given the access to the voting booth ahead of them with the passage of the Fifteenth Amendment.

How little things actually change

“And if she chooses, say, Jakes?” “Then I’ll give them my best and step aside.” “Really?” “Probably not. I’m more likely to shoot the bastard, throw her over my shoulder, and ride away.” Rhine roared with laughter. “Then you have my blessings.” “Thanks.”

Watching Kent walking up the path to the house, she was so grateful for him and his love. Her naughty cowboy husband was one of a kind and she was glad he was hers.

“You know, you had your mama cursing my name in there, but it’s okay. I still love her, and I love you, too. Promised your grandfather, who you’re named after, that I’d tell you that, and I plan to keep my promise.”