Katriona’s Keeper: Alphabet Mail-Order Brides #11: A Dry Bayou Brides Novella
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He pulled away, turning her so he could look into her eyes.
“Seven? Good heavens. I suppose you’ll spend the next several hours writin’ them back.” Katriona did laugh then. The poor man whose wife enjoyed writing letters to her sisters. Oh, the tragedy!
“If you’re so cross about it, maybe you shouldn’t have married someone with twenty-five sisters.”
He let out a dramatic, heaving sigh. “I suppose I can live with all the letter writin’, since I have the privilege of bein’ married to a woman as amazin’ as you,” he drawled, the dark twinkle in his violet eyes making her breath catch.
“Oh, you are trouble,” she murmured, slapping his hands again. “Now get, before I forget about the cookies in the oven.”
His eyes flew wide. “Yes, ma’am!” He planted a kiss on her lips, then another, before planting a kiss on her belly. Warmth spread through her from where his lips touched her. Their baby was growing within her, and with each day, she grew to love her husband more—especially when he showed her just how wonderful a father he would be.
“I’ll see you at supper. Don’t forget about those cookies,” he teased, winking.
Before she could turn back to her task, Race cupped her face in his hands, and pressed his lips to hers again, taking his time. She savored his kiss, the heat and beauty of it. Finally, he broke the kiss, peering down into her eyes, the violet darkening to indigo.
“We’ll continue this tonight…” he growled. “I love you, Katriona.”
“And I love you, Race,” she declared, her heart dancing.
His mouth curled into a wicked grin. “Tonight…I promise.”
She trembled but said nothing, only watched him stride from the room, a swagger in his steps.
A few minutes after her husband was out the door for the work day, Katriona was settling down at the writing desk. Race had built it for her the month before when she said that once she was heavier with child, she wanted to work from home more. She still hadn’t bothered to learn to ride a horse, and the long walks into town were getting more difficult. Ray offered to drive her into town whenever she wanted, but Katriona liked walking. It gave her time to think, to plan, to dream about the future and all the promise it held for her and her little family.
She smiled to herself, thinking about the baby clothes the sewing class was making for her.
Taking up a pencil and sliding a fresh piece of paper onto the desk top, she licked the pencil tip and began.
Dearest Leanna,
You won’t believe my news! I hope you’re sitting down…
To learn more about Leanna, keeping reading!
About the Author
Lynn Winchester is the pseudonym of a hardworking California-born conservative, now living in the wilds of Northeast Pennsylvania. Lynn has been writing fiction since the 5th grade, and enjoys creating worlds, characters, and stories for her readers.
Lynn writes charming, romantic romance that focuses on the growth of the relationship and the power of true love. Lynn's historical western Dry Bayou Brides series is a highly acclaimed, bestselling sweet romance series. Keep an eye out for her upcoming releases.
When Lynn isn't writing, she is running a successful editing business, reading whatever she can get her hands on, raising her four children, making sure her husband is happy, and binge watching shows on Netflix.
Leanna Jones must leave the only home she’s ever known at Madam Wigg’s foundling home to open a school.
Travis Matlock doesn’t have room in his heart for love after the death of his beloved Lisa, but his three children need an education.
Will the foundling home teacher and the widower learn their lessons in love?
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