Gabriel's Lady
Things Were Different In The Wild WestAmelia Prescott just couldn't believe it when she woke up to find her legs entwined with those of the roguish Gabriel Hatch. But she had no time to reform the handsome reprobate, even if he did have more charm than could possibly be legal. Miss Amelia Prescott sure was something, Gabe decided.The Eastern do-gooder who'd braved the frontier to rescue her wayward brother had blossomed beneath the wide Western skies - and miraculously made his own jaded heart begin to thaw.
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Critical acclaim for Ana Seymour
Moonrise
“Fast-paced adventure and sensuous romance…impossible to put down.”
—Affaire de Coeur
“…memorable lovers…secondary characters who add humor and excitement.”
—Romantic Times
Brides for Sale
“…fast-paced romance…titillating right up to its fantastic finale.”
—Affaire de Coeur
Angel of the Lake
“…a love that stands the test of tragic circumstances.”
—Romantic Times
The Bandit’s Bride
“…a beautiful love story…”
—Rendezvous
“Do you know how to fire a gun?” Gabe asked.
“I’ve never even touched a gun,” Amelia replied. “Much less fired one. And I haven’t the slightest desire to do so.”
His fingers slid down her cheek to trace the fine line of her jaw. “You’re in the Wild West now, Amelia. Things out here aren’t resolved at tea parties.”
She drew in a breath and waited for his fingers to leave her skin so that she could swallow the liquid that had pooled in her mouth.
He dropped his hand. The sun glinted highlights in his hair and mustache. Amelia tried to concentrate on what she was saying. “I…don’t think I could fire a gun.”
“Then I’ll teach you,” he said. His deep voice had taken on that husky tone again. Something was definitely happening between them, and Amelia had absolutely no idea what to do about it!
Dear Reader,
Ana Seymour has set her sixth book for Harlequin Historicals in a gold-mining town in the Dakota Territory. Gabriel’s Lady is the story of an eastern dogooder who heads west to rescue her wayward brother and finds herself falling in love with his disreputable mining partner. This delightful Western is the first of two connected stories, so keep an eye out for the brother’s story, Lucky Bride, coming in January.
For those of you whose tastes run to medieval novels, Knight’s Ransom is the next book in Suzanne Barclay’s dramatic ongoing series, The Sommerville Brothers. This story of a French knight who captures the daughter of his enemy to avenge the murder of his family marks the author’s exciting return to the series that won her several awards and terrific reviews.
RITA Award finalist Laurel Ames is back with Tempted, her new novel that Affaire de Coeur calls an “exciting, unusual, and delightfully quirky Regency.” And Emily French rounds out the month with her emotional tale, The Wedding Bargain, about a Puritan woman who defies her community to marry a bondsman with a tortured past.
We hope you’ll keep a lookout for all four titles wherever Harlequin Historicals are sold.
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Tracy Farrell
Senior Editor
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ANA SEYMOUR
has been a Western fan since her childhood—the days of the shoot-’em-up movie matinees and television programs. She has followed the course of the Western myth in books and films ever since, and says she was delighted when cowboys started going off into the sunset with their ladies rather than their horses. Ms. Seymour lives with her two daughters near one of Minnesota’s ten thousand lakes.
To Midwest Fiction Writers “veterans”: Kathleen Eagle, Tami Hoag, Betina Krahn, Pam Muelhbauer
I was so lucky to have you as mentors… and I am now even luckier to have you as friends.
Amelia Jenks Prescott sat up straight in her seat and gave a deliberately loud sigh. If the disreputable-looking fellow sitting across from her had any trace of the gentleman, he would wake up and move his long legs aside to give her cramped body a bit of room.
It seemed weeks since she had left the relative comfort of the train back in eastern Dakota Territory to climb into the tiny confines of a traveling coach. At first it had been just Morgan and herself, which had been tolerable, but in Rapid City a man and a woman had joined them. The woman had introduced herself rather vaguely as a Mrs. Smith. The man had not said so much as a hello. Then both had gone to sleep, a feat Amelia had found utterly impossible during the long, jarring ride.
She moved one foot to the other side of the man’s boot and tried to stretch out her legs. At least they would arrive in Deadwood that night. She could find Parker, rest up a couple of days and, with any luck at all, be back in New York within a fortnight.
She nudged the man’s leg with her knee. Through the thin muslin of her dress the muscles of his thigh felt rock hard. To her surprise, her cheeks grew warm. She wasn’t accustomed to blushes. But then, neither was she accustomed to having her legs entwined with those of a strange man—a very masculine-looking man. And handsome. With carelessly curly, long blond hair, sideburns and an unruly mustache. Blue eyes. She’d seen just a glimpse of them before he dozed off, his head cocked to one side on the horsehair seat. Amelia had had plenty of time to study him and to come to the conclusion that he was a lout. Though his clothes were of good quality, they were disheveled. His white shirt was open at the neck with no sign of a tie. It had been a good three days since his face had seen the edge of a blade.
