This week I’m sharing from a book that come out in March: Rocky Mountain Wild (Book 6)! After writing badass Jesse in Rocky Mountain Rogue, I needed a sweet hero, and I found that in Calum MacDonnell (who has appearances is Rocky Mountain Romp and Rogue, books 4 & 5). I thought I’d be done writing this series after 5, but I just can’t get enough of this world!

So here’s Calum and his wee Phoebe…a young woman with a club foot who’s had a really hard life. She comes to Royal, Colorado to start anew and finds a fierce ally and protector in her Scottish husband.

He also likes coddling her, treating her like a ‘wee bairn’, bathing and feeding and washing her. And when she’s bad…well, his favorite phrase is “Wee Phoebes get their bottoms punished, inside and out.”

Here’s a sweet scene from right after their wedding ceremony:

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“Phoebe,” Calum called. He was wearing new moccasins, along with his finest clothes. He was so handsome it made her heart hurt.

“I know you married me for the purposes of charity,” Phoebe blurted before she lost her nerve. “I want to say that I’ll work hard to be a good wife to you.”

His head cocked to the side, intelligence working behind his grey eyes.

“Calum, did you hear me?”

“Aye. I heard, but I didn’t understand.”

“You can’t possibly want me.”

“Phoebe, look at me.”

She started to turn away from him, and he was right behind her, crowding into her space, pulling her close. His finger came under her chin and lifted it as his mouth descended.

Her whole world was Calum, his insistent lips, his bristling beard scratching her face. When the kiss was done, she rocked back, still in his arms, breathless.

“Phoebe, you’re the most beautiful lass I’ve ever laid eyes on. Not to mention sweet and kind. And it’s a good thing, because some of the things you say make no sense.”

“But—” she started, and his mouth locked onto hers again, swallowing the sound. He kissed her like she was the only thing in the world, shoulders hunched as he bent close to her, his big hands light on her face, guiding her, he kissed her deeply and then he pulled back and kissed her sweetly, laying little pecks on her lips until she leaned forward for more.

He broke away, fingers stirring her hair, and smiled down at her. She recognized his intense, happy look, and with a jolt realized what it was. He was admiring her, and savoring the sight.

And for a moment everything was beautiful.

“Bedroom?” he asked, and reality descended. Her eyes darted to the dark inner room, the massive pallet piled high with furs.

“I don’t know—” she started, and again he interrupted her with a kiss.

When it was done she swayed a little.

“Not the bedroom then,” he stated firmly, and picked her up in his strong arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Explaining why I married you.” He carried her to the table and set her on it.  “Here,” he said with satisfaction, leaning over her only slightly, as now her head was closer to his height.

His hand brushed away her hair and his mouth came down again, finding her neck, kissing and sucking her tender skin until she thought she might go mad. His lips fastened on the vulnerable spot between neck and shoulder. He sucked hard, and suddenly she felt like she would explode with desire.

“But you’re not talking,” she gasped.

“You’re not listening.” He undid the first few buttons of her dress with nimble fingers and tugged down her corset. He kissed down her chest, spending some time nuzzling at the peak of her breasts, drawing out her nipples, until she writhed against him, pressing herself to him, by the time he raised his head, her breast were twin peaks of need.

“This is in the way,” he growled, pulling on her dress and corset. “No matter. I can breach your defenses another way.”

“Calum,” she half laughed, half cried, as he pushed up her skirts, rough hands catching on her skin. “I don’t understand.”

In one movement he knelt and pulled her bottom to the edge of the table. She fell back to her elbows, staring down at her new husband’s head between her legs.

“My wee Phoebe,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “After this, you will.” And he buried his head under her skirts before she could protest.

After a few seconds of struggle, Phoebe forgot her complaint. She forgot everything, except the feel of Calum’s mouth, hot and wet on her center, his  beard scratching her lightly, his tongue alternately sweeping and probing her most secret places.

The moans came from her unbidden, sensation curling through her , her hands gripped the edge of the table, her body straining towards something his tongue offered.

 “Calum,” she groaned, asking for something, she didn’t even know what. Her legs started shaking, and a flush came over her, moving from her center over her entire body, until she stiffened as pleasure burst through her, stars exploding behind her eyes. She sagged backward, her head bumping the table with a loud noise, but no pain. Her limbs were limp, body sated and it felt like it would be sated forever.

Her husband appeared from under her skirts, cheeks flushed, looking triumphant.

Her head lolled a little on the table. He wiped his mouth and chuckled.

Stooping, he lifted her, and carried her across the threshold to their bedroom, where he explained why he married her all over again.

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