Brevan frowned. “Me? Of course. But that is not for me to decide,” he answered gesturing to Brian.
“Lita would have it no other way,” Brian assured the man, offering a forgiving grin. Joaquin nodded.
“Travis!” Genieva exclaimed then, as she saw her brother-in-law wandering into the orchard before them. He held a hand to his head but seemed well otherwise.
“Help us above!” Travis exclaimed upon seeing Brevan’s condition. “I-I’m sorry, Brevan,” he apologized, shaking his head. “I…didn’t see…they came from behind me and…”
Brevan put a hand on the man’s shoulder. “It’s none of it yar fault, Travis. None of it at all.”
Genieva looked back to Juan Miguel and Mateo. They struggled to lift Cruz’s body from the grass where it lay. Joaquin went to them, and Genieva watched as Juan Miguel placed a reassuring hand on Joaquin’s shoulder. Joaquin bent, lifting Cruz slowly from the grass, cradling him in his arms. Brevan’s gaze followed Genieva’s, and they watched as the Archuletas left solemnly.
Brevan sighed. “He’s…it’s finished now,” he said.
He gently turned Genieva’s face to his own. Tenderly caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, he whispered, “Ya’ve given me life again, and in so many ways, Genieva. I thank ya for them all, lass.”
Epilogue
The months had passed quickly since Cruz Archuleta had died in the orchard—and with them came a healing of wounds, both physical and emotional, for Brevan and Genieva. The apples and pears had been plentiful—as was the work. The first snows had arrived and with them Brenna and Travis’s son, Sean.
Genieva sat contentedly in a chair, listening to Brenna and Lita dote on their perfect children. She looked to where Brevan sat before the fire talking with Brian and Travis. Her joy was manifest across her face in the form of a smile as she watched the men chuckle at something amusing in their conversation. Brevan seemed to sense her gaze upon him. He looked to her briefly, winking merrily. The familiar warmth that permeated her being at his attentions spread throughout her as a warm, comforting bliss.
Genieva’s happiness was complete. Never had she imagined such a wonderful man—such a wonderful life could be hers. In that moment, the knowledge was overpowering, and she rose, taking her shawl from its hook behind the door and walking out onto the front porch.
The air was cold and very, very still. The frost gently floated through the night sky—sifting softly to the ground—dusting the surface of the newly fallen snow—as if a million tiny slivers of glass shimmered in the moonlight.
“It’s too cold for ya to be out here without yar coat, lass,” Brevan said from behind her.
The sound of his voice warmed Genieva far better than a thick, woolen coat ever could. His arms encircling her body from behind caused her to shiver with the thrill of being in his embrace.
“’Tis a beauty of a Christmas Eve, it is,” he commented. His breath in her hair was comforting, and she let her head fall back against his shoulder. He bent and whispered in her ear, “I love ya, Genieva McLean. Ya’re the beauty and rapture of me life, lass. Did I live before I had ya?”
Genieva closed her eyes—content to stay in his arms forever.
“Did I breathe before I had you?” she whispered. Then, taking one of his hands in her own, she slowly slid it from its place at her waist, resting it squarely on her abdomen. She pressed his hand firmly against the place and softly said, “I have a special Christmas present for you, my love.”
“Ya do? And what might that be, me lassie?” he asked.
“It’s something you have to wait awhile to enjoy,” she whispered as she caressed the back of his powerful hand lying gently on her belly.
“What is it?” he chuckled.
“Well…” she began, “it’s either a boy or a girl.”
As he turned her body in his arms, her heart knew pure delight—for the expression on his face told her his feelings—even before he spoke the words.
“Truly?” he asked, his face beaming with pride and joy. Genieva nodded, and he gathered her fully into his embrace. “Did I live before I had ya, lass?” he asked before pressing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss.
“Did I breathe before I had you, Brevan McLean?” she repeated.
Brevan brushed several snowflakes from Genieva’s lovely, freckled face—gazing down into her amethyst eyes.
Smiling, he answered, “I don’t know, lass. But I’m yar breath now. And you are breath…you are life to me.”
And the kiss that Brevan had gifted to Genieva as her own so many months before was hers once more—warm, impassioned, deliciously moist, and filled with the heavenly promise of everlasting love.
My everlasting admiration, gratitude and love…
To my husband, Kevin…
My inspiration…
My heart’s desire…
The man of my every dream!
About the Author
Marcia Lynn McClure’s intoxicating succession of novels, novellas, and e-books—including The Visions of Ransom Lake, A Crimson Frost, The Rogue Knight, and most recently The Pirate Ruse—has established her as one of the most favored and engaging authors of true romance. Her unprecedented forte in weaving captivating stories of western, medieval, regency, and contemporary amour void of brusque intimacy has earned her the title “The Queen of Kissing.”
Marcia, who was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico, has spent her life intrigued with people, history, love, and romance. A wife, mother, grandmother, family historian, poet, and author, Marcia Lynn McClure spins her tales of splendor for the sake of offering respite through the beauty, mirth, and delight of a worthwhile and wonderful story.
Bibliography
(To date by first “in print” publishing date.)
The Heavenly Surrender (2001, 2002, 2009, 2011)
The Visions of Ransom Lake (2002, 2007)
Shackles of Honor (2002, 2009)
Dusty Britches (2003, 2008)
Desert Fire (2003)
To Echo the Past (2003, 2011)
The Fragrance of her Name (2004, 2009)
An Old-Fashioned Romance (2004, 2010)
Divine Deception (2005)
The Touch of Sage (2007, 2010)
Daydreams (2007)
Born for Thorton’s Sake (2007)
Sudden Storms (2007, 2011)
The Whispered Kiss (2008)
The Prairie Prince (2008)
The Highwayman of Tanglewood (2008)
Love Me (2009)
The Time of Aspen Falls (2009)
A Crimson Frost (2009)
Saphyre Snow (2009)
Beneath the Honeysuckle Vine (2009)
Weathered Too Young (2010)
The Windswept Flame (2010)
The Anthology of Premiere Novellas Romantic Vignettes (2010)
The Pirate Ruse (2010)
The Rogue Knight (2010)
The Heavenly Surrender 10th Anniversary Special Edition (2011)
Kissing Cousins (2011)
The Trove of the Passion Room (2011)
Sweet Cherry Ray (2011)
Midnight Masquerade (2011)
The Light of the Lovers’ Moon (2011)
Kiss in the Dark (2011)
The Tide of the Mermaid Tears (2011)
A Better Reason to Fall in Love (2011)
Take a Walk With Me (2011)
The Pirate Ruse
Historical Romance-Regency
Abducted! Forcibly taken from her home in New Orleans, Cristabel Albay found herself a prisoner aboard an enemy ship—and soon thereafter, transferred into the vile hands of blood-thirsty pirates! War waged between the newly liberated United States and King George. Still, Cristabel would soon discover that British sailors were the very least of her worries—for the pirate captain, Bully Booth, owned no loyalty—no sympathy for those he captured.
Yet hope was not entirely lost—for where there was found one crew of pirates—there was ever found another. Though Crista
bel Albay would never have dreamed that she may find fortune in being captured by one pirate captain only to be taken by another—she did! Bully Booth took no man alive—let no woman live long. But the pirate Navarrone was known for his clemency. Thus, Cristabel’s hope in knowing her life’s continuance was restored.
Nonetheless, as Cristabel’s heart began to yearn for the affections of her handsome, beguiling captor—she wondered if Captain Navarrone had only saved her life to execute her poor heart!
Weathered Too Young
Historical Romance-Western
Lark Lawrence was alone. In all the world there was no one who cared for her. Still, there were worse things than independence—and Lark had grown quite capable of providing for herself. Nevertheless, as winter loomed, she suddenly found herself with no means by which to afford food and shelter—destitute.
Yet Tom Evans was a kind and compassionate man. When Lark Lawrence appeared on his porch, without pause he hired her to keep house and cook for himself and his cantankerous elder brother, Slater. And although Tom had befriend Lark first, it would be Slater Evans—handsome, brooding, and twelve years Lark’s senior—who would unknowingly abduct her heart.
Still, Lark’s true age (which she concealed at first meeting the Evans brothers) was not the only truth she had kept from Slater and Tom Evans. Darker secrets lay imprisoned deep within her heart—and her past. However, it is that secrets are made to be found out—and Lark’s secrets revealed would soon couple with the arrival of a woman from Slater’s past to forever shatter her dreams of winning his love—or so it seemed. Would truth and passion mingle to capture Lark the love she’d never dared to hope for?
The Windswept Flame
Historical Romance-Western
Broken—irreparably broken. The violent deaths of her father and the young man she’d been engaged to marry had irrevocably broken Cedar Dale’s heart. Her mother’s heart had been broken as well—shattered by the loss of her own true love. Thus, pain and anguish—fear and despair—found Cedar Dale and her mother, Flora, returned to the small western town where life had once been happy and filled with hope. Perhaps there Cedar and her mother would find some resemblance of truly living life—instead of merely existing. And then, a chance meeting with a dream from her past caused a flicker of wonder to ignite in her bosom.
As a child, Cedar Dale had adored the handsome rancher’s son, Tom Evans. And when chance brought her face-to-face with the object of her childhood fascination once more, Cedar Dale began to believe that perhaps her fragmented heart could be healed.
Yet could Cedar truly hope to win the regard of such a man above men as was Tom Evans? A man kept occupied with hard work and ambition—a man so desperately sought after by seemingly every woman?
Beneath the Honeysuckle Vine
Historical Romance-Post Civil War
Civil War—no one could flee from the nightmare of battle and the countless lives it devoured. Everyone had sacrificed—suffered profound misery and unimaginable loss. Vivianna Bartholomew was no exception. The war had torn her from her home—orphaned her. The merciless war seemed to take everything—even the man she loved. Still, Vivianna yet knew gratitude—for a kind friend had taken her in upon the death of her parents. Thus, she was cared for—even loved.
Yet as General Lee surrendered, signaling the war’s imminent end—as Vivianna remained with the remnants of the Turner family—her soul clung to the letters written by her lost soldier—to his memory written in her heart. Could a woman ever heal from the loss of such a love? Could a woman’s heart forget that it may find another? Vivianna Bartholomew thought not.
Still, it is often in the world that miracles occur—that love endures even after hope has been abandoned. Thus, one balmy Alabama morning—as two ragged soldiers wound the road toward the Turner house—Vivianna began to know—to know that miracles do exist—that love is never truly lost.
Saphyre Snow
Historical Romance-Medeival
Descended of a legendary line of strength and beauty, Saphyre Snow had once known happiness as princess of the Kingdom of Graces. Once a valiant king had ruled in wisdom—once a loving mother had spoken soft words of truth to her daughter. Yet a strange madness had poisoned great minds—a strange fever inviting Lord Death to linger. Soon it was even Lord Death sought to claim Saphyre Snow for his own—and all Saphyre loved seemed lost.
Thus, Saphyre fled—forced to leave all familiars for necessity of preserving her life. Alone, and without provision, Saphyre knew Lord Death might yet claim her—for how could a princess hope to best the Reaper himself?
Still, fate often provides rescue by extraordinary venues, and Saphyre was not delivered into the hands of Death—but into the hands of those hiding dark secrets in the depths of bruised and bloodied souls. Saphyre knew a measure of hope and asylum in the company of these battered vagabonds. Even she knew love—a secreted love—a forbidden love. Yet it was love itself—even held secret—that would again summon Lord Death to hunt the princess, Saphyre Snow.
A Crimson Frost
Historical Romance-Medeival
Beloved of her father, King Dacian, and adored by her people, the Scarlet Princess Monet endeavored to serve her kingdom well—for the people of the Kingdom of Karvana were good and worthy of service. Long Monet had known that even her marriage would serve her people. Her husband would be chosen for her—for this was the way of royal existence.
Still, as any woman does—peasant or princess—Monet dreamt of owning true love—of owning choice in love. Thus, each time the raven-haired, sapphire-eyed, Crimson Knight of Karvana rode near, Monet knew regret—for in secret, she loved him—and she could not choose him.
As an arrogant king from another kingdom began to wage war against Karvana, Karvana’s king, knights, and soldiers answered the challenge. The Princess Monet would also know battle. As the Crimson Knight battled with armor and blade—so the Scarlet Princess would battle in sacrifice and with secrets held. Thus, when the charge was given to preserve the heart of Karvana—Monet endeavored to serve her kingdom and forget her secreted love. Yet love is not so easily forgotten…
The Highwayman of Tanglewood
Historical Romance-Regency
A chambermaid in the house of Tremeshton, Faris Shayhan well knew torment, despair, and trepidation. To Faris it seemed the future stretched long and desolate before her—bleak and as dark as a lonesome midnight path. Still, the moon oft casts hopeful luminosity to light one’s way. So it was that Lady Maranda Rockrimmon cast hope upon Faris—set Faris upon a different path—a path of happiness, serenity, and love.
Thus, Faris abandoned the tainted air of Tremeshton in favor of the amethyst sunsets of Loch Loland Castle and her new mistress, Lady Rockrimmon. Further, it was on the very night of her emancipation that Faris first met the man of her dreams—the man of every woman’s dreams—the rogue Highwayman of Tanglewood.
Dressed in black and astride his mighty steed, the brave, heroic, and dashing rogue Highwayman of Tanglewood stole Faris’s heart as easily as he stole her kiss. Yet the Highwayman of Tanglewood was encircled in mystery—mystery as thick and as secretive as time itself. Could Faris truly own the heart of a man so entirely enveloped in twilight shadows and dangerous secrets?
The Visions of Ransom Lake
Historical Romance-Western
Youthful beauty, naïve innocence, a romantic imagination thirsting for adventure…an apt description of Vaden Valmont, who would soon find the adventure and mystery she had always longed to experience…in the form of a man.
A somber recluse, Ransom Lake descended from his solitary concealment in the mountains, wholly uninterested in people and their trivial affairs. And somehow, young Vaden managed to be ever in his way…either by accident or because of her own unique ability to stumble into a quandary.
Yet the enigmatic Ransom Lake would involuntarily become Vaden’s unwitting tutor. Through him, she would experience joy and passion the like even Vaden had n
ever imagined. Yes, Vaden Valmont stepped innocently, yet irrevocably, into love with the secretive, seemingly callous man.
But there were other life’s lessons Ransom Lake would inadvertently bring to her as well. The darker side of life—despair, guilt, heartache. Would Ransom Lake be the means of Vaden’s dreams come true? Or the cause of her complete desolation?
The Touch of Sage
Historical Romance-Western
After the death of her parents, Sage Willows had lovingly nurtured her younger sisters through childhood, seeing each one married and never resenting not finding herself a good man to settle down with. Yet, regret is different than resentment.
Still, Sage found as much joy as a lonely young woman could find, as proprietress of Willows’s Boarding House—finding some fulfillment in the companionship of the four beloved widow women boarding with her. But when the devilishly handsome Rebel Lee Mitchell appeared on the boarding house step, Sage’s contentment was lost forever.
Dark, mysterious and secretly wounded, Reb Mitchell instantly captured Sage’s lonely heart. But the attractive cowboy, admired and coveted by every young unmarried female in his path, seemed unobtainable to Sage Willows. How could a weathered, boarding house proprietress resigned to spinsterhood ever hope to capture the attention of such a man? And without him, would Sage Willows simply sink deeper into bleak loneliness—tormented by the knowledge that the man of every woman’s dreams could never be hers?
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