Bound: A sizzling hot Western romance
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Layla Powell is on the run.
Contracted as a mail-order bride, Layla is terrified when two cowboys, working for her mysterious fiancé, capture her. At first she fights tooth and nail for her freedom, but Charlie and his lover Etu have persuasive means to subdue their feisty captive.
What Layla doesn’t know is that Charlie is really her elusive fiancé. Layla was supposed to be his wife in name only, but he and Etu like what they see and are sure that with just one night – with the both of them – they can convince Layla to abandon her escape.
BOUND is the first in The Wild, Wild West trilogy – out now!
Book 1 – Bound
Book 2 – Scandal
Book 3 – Menage
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Bound - Molly Ann Wishlade
Chapter One
Don’t you move a muscle!
Layla stiffened as a hand covered her mouth. She blinked hard and tried to peer through the gloom.
Panic seized her. Where was she? What was happening?
Her arms were pinned to her sides. There was a weight crushing her chest, restricting her movement and her breathing. She wriggled instinctively, her mind still foggy with sleep.
She was trapped!
Now listen up, missy,
the deep voice continued. Stop your struggling! I’m gonna remove your Stetson but you better keep still, ya hear?
That was why she couldn’t see! She had pulled her father’s old hat over her eyes so that she could get some sleep. The afternoon sun had been hot, even through the trees. But now…someone had discovered her.
Would he hurt her?
She squinted as the cover was removed from her face. It didn’t make much difference. It was pitch black. She must have slept through the whole of the afternoon. Darn it! She’d only intended on taking a quick nap. She tried to focus on slowing her breathing but she was only able to catch little breaths.
The man straddling her chest pushed Layla’s hair back from her face with a callused hand and she frowned. As her eyes adjusted, she could just make out the outline of his head, a dark silhouette against the stars above. He moved and the hand covering her lips exerted more pressure. Her teeth dug painfully into her lips. Her heart thudded against her ribs and she felt sure that he must be able to feel it hammering beneath his muscular thigh. Fear surged through her and a red haze flooded her brain.
She had to get away. She had to escape.
She forced her mouth open then bit down on the flesh of his palm. It was instinctive, a physical reaction to a physical situation. She was consumed by terror. If he was going to hurt her then she’d inflict pain upon him first. However she could.
He growled and whipped his hand away but his weight remained in place. Crushing. Constricting. Impossible to displace.
Now then, missy.
He pressed his mouth against her ear. She winced, expecting to smell unwashed man and to feel his stubble graze her cheek but instead she smelt potash soap on clean-shaven skin. Even with her sleep-addled brain, the scent reassured her as it brought with it images of civilisation and safety. Of a long-ago childhood. So he wasn’t a bandit. He hadn’t been out here for days or weeks. Perhaps he was even respectable. But that was probably too much to hope for. And as she knew all too well, even a man who appeared to be respectable could be hiding a darkness. A hidden side that would lead to pain, degradation and heartbreak for a woman who fell for his charms.
I’m gonna remove my hand from over yer mouth. But you gotta promise not to scream.
He laughed. Not that it would do you much good out here…but, well, to be honest with you…I can’t abide a woman screaming. You understand?
His voice reverberated through her chest, tickling beneath her armpits like a feather and making her nipples turn confusingly into hard little peaks. She had hoped to disguise herself as a young man by binding her ample bosoms tightly and donning trousers but it seemed she’d fooled no one.
Layla nodded. She was stuck in a bad box, no doubt about it. She realised now that screaming would get her nowhere. Might even conjure up a few other wastrels who’d be intent on having their way with a woman fool enough to wander out into the Black Hills alone.
Fool.
What had she been thinking? But she’d been lost, alone, without a choice. She had acted upon the instinct to flee, too afraid to stay and meet her fate. The fate that she’d played a part in arranging.
The man removed his hand and she moistened her lips with her tongue. She could taste wood-smoke and soap. This man kept himself clean. He’d also recently made a fire. Her belly growled and she silently cursed her human frailty.
You hungry, eh missy? We’ll have to see about getting you some victuals in a while then. But you gotta promise to behave.
Who…
Layla tried to take a deep breath but the man’s knees crushed her sides.
Who am I?
He finished her question. Well that’s for me to know…and for you to find out.
Layla gasped. I…I can’t…bre…
Oh!
He jumped to his feet. Sorry…Didn’t realise I was squashing ya.
He grabbed her hands and pulled her upright.
Now remember what I said…
He kept hold of her wrists.
I remember,
Layla nodded. Black spots swam before her eyes and she staggered. The stranger caught her beneath her armpits with his large hands then scooped her up. She leant her head against his chest, momentarily too weak and dizzy to protest.
Now I’m gonna take you back to where I’ve set up camp then we’re gonna have us a little chat. Understand?
Yes,
Layla whimpered. She cleared her throat. Better not to sound afraid. I mean…yes, I understand.
What on earth did he want? What if there were more men there and he intended on sharing her with them? She glanced around but the trees were thick and the moon was a sliver in the sky. She’d likely break her neck if she tried to run off and she felt too weak to even attempt it. Better to wait and see what he wanted to talk about and maybe get something to eat. Build her strength a little so she could think. Clear her head. Then plan.
Can you walk?
His voice was laced with a tone she didn’t recognise. Was it mockery or concern? She didn’t trust herself to read him; men were too confusing. She’d gotten it wrong before and she couldn’t risk doing so again.
I think so. I just got up too quickly was all,
Layla replied. But confusion gnawed at her. She didn’t want him to put her down. His broad chest was firm, his arms strong and he smelt so good, like a grassy field after a rain storm. Ridiculously, she actually felt safe in his arms. As if staying close to this stranger and maintaining some sort of human contact would keep her from harm.
She blinked away tears. How could she allow herself to imagine that she’d be safe with this man? With any man? Offering her body, her heart and her dreams hadn’t kept Henrik close.
They were all dangerous.
Men.
Especially strangers. Especially the ones you thought you knew well.
He gently placed her on her feet but kept his hands on her upper arms. The heat emanating from him was such that Layla believed she would have scorch marks on her arms when he removed them. When she felt steady enough to stand alone, she nodded. As he stepped back, she felt the space between their bodies opening up like a desert canyon and the night air chilled her where the warmth of his body had just been. The sense of loneliness confused her as it enveloped her. Had it lifted for a moment, that constant companion that she would gladly leave behind?
He led her slowly behind him, gripping her left wrist, like a man leading his horse. As if she were an animal not a woman. But then that was how most men viewed women, as possessions to treat how they desired. To be thrown away once they’d tired of them or beaten to a pulp if they were annoyed by them. She’d seen it all. Been through some of it.
She walked carefully, keen to avoid tripping or falling into a hole. She couldn’t afford to be hindered by an injury.
After about ten minutes of silent progress, she could smell smoke and hear the welcome crackling of logs on a fire. A horse whinnied in response as they ducked through some trees and entered a clearing.
A fire blazed in the centre and another man sat in front of it, his back to them.
Didn’t take you long, Charlie,
the man chuckled.
She wasn’t hard to find. Clearly no idea how to hide her tracks.
The man at the fireside shook his head.
Layla shivered. They were laughing at her. Just like he had. Taking her for the fool that she was. She’d been an idiot allowing herself to get caught. Caught by the heartstrings then caught as she fled.
Miss Powell.
Layla jumped at his use of her name. How did he know who she was?
Charlie released her. This is Etu.
She walked towards the fire and crouched in front of it, rubbing her wrist where he’d held it. The dizziness had passed but she could sure use a drink. Her mouth was dry as