âYou just verified something for me.â
âWhatâs that?â
âYou are naughty.â
She laughed again. âOnly at times.â
âWeâll see about that.â
Mia wasnât given time to ponder Kenyonâs cryptic statementâshe found herself in his arms again and carried into the en suite bath. There was a soaking tub set into a raised platform and a shower enclosure with two showerheads.
Anchoring her arms under his shoulders, she pressed her breasts to his chest when he lowered her feet to the shower floor. The area between her legs was wet, throbbing. Her craving for Kenyon surpassed anything sheâd ever felt and didnât want to feel again. She sucked in her breath when a stream of cold water flowed over her head before Kenyon adjusted the temperature.
âIt is warm enough now?â
Mia nodded. She wanted to tell him she was on fire, that she needed him inside her to extinguish the flame. âYes-s-s.â
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Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the land.
âMatthew 5:5
To my editor, Evette Porterâ
thanks for the encouragement, chats and the laughs as we continue this incredible journey together.
Dear Reader,
Welcome to the second of a two-book Eaton summer wedding series. This time it is Dr. Mia Eatonâs turn to walk down the aisle.
I set Sweet Destiny in West Virginiaâs Mingo County to offer you a glimpse into a slower, more humble way of life. Dallas born and bred, Mia does not know what to expect when she accepts a position as a public health doctor in a region of Appalachia described as ârich yet poor, exploited yet underdeveloped, scarred yet beautiful.â This also describes Kenyon Chandlerâa man who views pampered, snobby Mia as geographically undesirable until she proves she has the determination and resolve to become the first Eaton to put down roots in the Mountain State.
Look for Dr. Levi Eatonâs Sweet Southern Nights in early 2012, when he meets a true Southern belle living a double life. Tempers flare, sparks fly and the only happily-ever-after Angela Chase is certain of is what she reads in her romance novels.
Read, love and read romance.
Rochelle Alers
www.rochellealers.org
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
âAre you sure youâre all right?â Mia Eaton asked a very pregnant Chandra Eaton-Tucker, when she noticed her cousin fidgeting restlessly on the window seat.
With one hand resting on her swollen belly and the other at the small of her back, Chandra exhaled audibly. âIâm good. It was just another contraction.â
Mia gave Chandra a look that made her cousin sit up straight. âHow close are your contractions?â
âNot close at all. I am not in labor, Dr. Eaton,â Chandra said, as she pressed the back of her hand to her forehead. âPlease give me a few minutes to get myself together.â
âDonâtâ¦â The door to the bedroom opened as the sound of voices interrupted Mia.
Denise Eaton swept into the room wearing a diaphanous wedding dress made of yards of white silk and satin, trailed by the brideâs cousin Belinda Rice, in a black silk-chiffon, Regency-inspired, floor-length gown.
It was New Yearâs Eve, just four hours before the clock struck midnight, and close to a hundred people, including family and friends of the bride and groom, had gathered in the ballroom of a palatial Philadelphia colonial to witness the exchange of vows between Denise Eaton and Garrett Fennell. The bride had chosen her cousins Chandra, Belinda and Mia as her attendants. The groomâs stepfather, half brother and a close business associate were Garrettâs groomsmen.