My Darling Melissa
“A circlet of bedraggled flowers graced her dark hair, which hung in sodden ropes to her waist. Her gown was most definitely ruined, and her dainty slippers were muddy and wet.Quinn Rafferty stood fascinated on the platform of his private railroad car, heedless of the rain and the keening of the train whistle that signaled imminent departure. The nymph had gained the tracks now and was charging toward him.Quite a lot of her trim but womanly bosom was visible from Quinn’s vantage point, and he was charmed. When the train lurched into motion and began to clatter and clank he saw the bride set her beautiful jaw and burst into even greater speed.“Damn you, h-help me!” she gasped, holding up one hand.Quinn was stunned to realize that she’d actually caught up to the train. Like a man moving in a dream he reached down, gained a hold on her, and hauled her aboard.Her small, nubile body slammed against Quinn’s, and although the impact was slight, for a moment he was as breathless as though he’d... been buried alive in a high-country snowslide.The sprite was spitting mad and panting from her flight and her fury.MoreLess
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