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Immortal Cowboy
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Immortal Cowboy
Alexis Morgan
Haunted by desire. . .When Rayanne’s favourite uncle leaves her a secluded mountain cabin in his will, she feels an instinctive pull to the place – and the ghost town nearby – drawn there by the memory of the mysterious stranger who has haunted her dreams since she was a girl.Rayanne soon discovers that her destiny and the brooding gunslinger’s are intertwined. Wyatt carries the burden of a dark past and Rayanne is the only woman who can bring him peace. But to give him release, she may need to sacrifice the most powerful love she’s ever known.
Time slowed as Rayanne’s mind scrambled to make sense of what she was seeing.
She made a grab for the wall as her knees gave way. Surely this was some kind of joke.
“Who are you?”
Her question was little more than a whisper, but the man heard it all right. There was no mistaking the temper in those ice-blue eyes. His outfit matched the one he’d worn in the picture he held clutched in his fist: scuffed boots, a faded shirt, dark trousers and a worn duster. It couldn’t really be him, but every cell in her body screamed that it was.
“Wyatt McCain?”
His name was the last thing she said as the floor rushed up to meet her.
ALEXIS MORGAN grew up in St Louis, Missouri, graduating from the University of Missouri, St Louis, with a BA in English, cum laude. She met her future husband sitting outside one of her classes in her freshman year. Eventually her husband’s job took them to the Pacific Northwest, where they’ve now lived for close to thirty years.
Author of more than nineteen full-length books, short stories and novellas, Alexis began her career writing contemporary romances and then moved on to Western historicals. However, beginning in 2006, she crossed over to the dark side. She really loves writing paranormal romances, finding world-building and developing her own mythology for characters especially satisfying.
She loves to hear from fans and can be reached at www.alexismorgan.com (http://www.alexismorgan.com).
Immortal
Cowboy
Alexis Morgan
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
I want to dedicate this story to the memory of one of my favorite uncles, who shared his love of Zane Grey with me. I blame him for my lifelong love of stories about gamblers, cowboys, lawmen, and gunslingers with hearts of gold.
Contents
Prologue (#u650ca9d6-7da0-516c-9596-e3031ab9ce04)
Chapter 1 (#u7a070126-8777-5f12-a802-cd1eafddda0d)
Chapter 2 (#ufb493a9d-e3a0-59e1-b093-00ec921280fb)
Chapter 3 (#u2bbb8131-fff2-5f35-8cea-99eccb9d06cb)
Chapter 4 (#ufbd162b4-e739-5fa2-87df-207c73187f7f)
Chapter 5 (#ufa74dfd8-6792-52cf-90f6-1f456237ecb2)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Prologue
No one was ever alone on the mountain. Sometimes voices whispered in the mists, uttering words too faint to be understood. Eyes watched from the shadows, the weight of their gaze sitting heavily on those few brave enough to venture far up the slopes. The most sensitive of the visitors might feel the fleeting touch of hands without substance, leaving a chill on their soul. Smart folks didn’t linger for long.
Chapter 1
Rayanne charged into the dappled shadows under the trees, following the narrow path that led toward town, the dense growth making it impossible to see more than a few feet ahead.
Where was he?
Her breath came in fits and jerks as she broke into a run down the game trail. A few feet in, her shoe caught on a root, sending her sprawling forward to land on her hands and knees. Ignoring the warm trickle of blood down her shin, Rayanne lurched back to her feet, wishing she’d taken the time to exchange her flip-flops for running shoes. But there hadn’t been time for practical matters, not when Uncle Ray needed her.
The trees thinned out ahead, affording her a better view of the town. There wasn’t much left of Blessing, but that was no surprise. The last residents had abandoned the place over a hundred years ago, leaving behind only the few buildings too stubborn to fall down.
No sign of her uncle in any direction. What would she do if he didn’t come back soon? At thirteen, she could take care of herself for a while, but the mountain was a scary place to be all alone. She yelled Ray’s name several times with no answer except the soft rustle of leaves.
Should she go back to the cabin and call the authorities for help in finding him? No, he’d never forgive her. Uncle Ray wanted nothing at all to do with the government that had taught him how to kill and then did nothing to repair the damage it had done to his soul.
So that left it up to her. As his namesake, she took her uncle’s well-being very seriously.
Alexis Morgan
Haunted by desire. . .When Rayanne’s favourite uncle leaves her a secluded mountain cabin in his will, she feels an instinctive pull to the place – and the ghost town nearby – drawn there by the memory of the mysterious stranger who has haunted her dreams since she was a girl.Rayanne soon discovers that her destiny and the brooding gunslinger’s are intertwined. Wyatt carries the burden of a dark past and Rayanne is the only woman who can bring him peace. But to give him release, she may need to sacrifice the most powerful love she’s ever known.
Time slowed as Rayanne’s mind scrambled to make sense of what she was seeing.
She made a grab for the wall as her knees gave way. Surely this was some kind of joke.
“Who are you?”
Her question was little more than a whisper, but the man heard it all right. There was no mistaking the temper in those ice-blue eyes. His outfit matched the one he’d worn in the picture he held clutched in his fist: scuffed boots, a faded shirt, dark trousers and a worn duster. It couldn’t really be him, but every cell in her body screamed that it was.
“Wyatt McCain?”
His name was the last thing she said as the floor rushed up to meet her.
ALEXIS MORGAN grew up in St Louis, Missouri, graduating from the University of Missouri, St Louis, with a BA in English, cum laude. She met her future husband sitting outside one of her classes in her freshman year. Eventually her husband’s job took them to the Pacific Northwest, where they’ve now lived for close to thirty years.
Author of more than nineteen full-length books, short stories and novellas, Alexis began her career writing contemporary romances and then moved on to Western historicals. However, beginning in 2006, she crossed over to the dark side. She really loves writing paranormal romances, finding world-building and developing her own mythology for characters especially satisfying.
She loves to hear from fans and can be reached at www.alexismorgan.com (http://www.alexismorgan.com).
Immortal
Cowboy
Alexis Morgan
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
I want to dedicate this story to the memory of one of my favorite uncles, who shared his love of Zane Grey with me. I blame him for my lifelong love of stories about gamblers, cowboys, lawmen, and gunslingers with hearts of gold.
Contents
Prologue (#u650ca9d6-7da0-516c-9596-e3031ab9ce04)
Chapter 1 (#u7a070126-8777-5f12-a802-cd1eafddda0d)
Chapter 2 (#ufb493a9d-e3a0-59e1-b093-00ec921280fb)
Chapter 3 (#u2bbb8131-fff2-5f35-8cea-99eccb9d06cb)
Chapter 4 (#ufbd162b4-e739-5fa2-87df-207c73187f7f)
Chapter 5 (#ufa74dfd8-6792-52cf-90f6-1f456237ecb2)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Prologue
No one was ever alone on the mountain. Sometimes voices whispered in the mists, uttering words too faint to be understood. Eyes watched from the shadows, the weight of their gaze sitting heavily on those few brave enough to venture far up the slopes. The most sensitive of the visitors might feel the fleeting touch of hands without substance, leaving a chill on their soul. Smart folks didn’t linger for long.
Chapter 1
Rayanne charged into the dappled shadows under the trees, following the narrow path that led toward town, the dense growth making it impossible to see more than a few feet ahead.
Where was he?
Her breath came in fits and jerks as she broke into a run down the game trail. A few feet in, her shoe caught on a root, sending her sprawling forward to land on her hands and knees. Ignoring the warm trickle of blood down her shin, Rayanne lurched back to her feet, wishing she’d taken the time to exchange her flip-flops for running shoes. But there hadn’t been time for practical matters, not when Uncle Ray needed her.
The trees thinned out ahead, affording her a better view of the town. There wasn’t much left of Blessing, but that was no surprise. The last residents had abandoned the place over a hundred years ago, leaving behind only the few buildings too stubborn to fall down.
No sign of her uncle in any direction. What would she do if he didn’t come back soon? At thirteen, she could take care of herself for a while, but the mountain was a scary place to be all alone. She yelled Ray’s name several times with no answer except the soft rustle of leaves.
Should she go back to the cabin and call the authorities for help in finding him? No, he’d never forgive her. Uncle Ray wanted nothing at all to do with the government that had taught him how to kill and then did nothing to repair the damage it had done to his soul.
So that left it up to her. As his namesake, she took her uncle’s well-being very seriously.
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