The Bride Price

The Bride Price
Suzanne Carey

IF HER WEDDING HAD BEEN A DREAM…Kyra Martin woke up convinced that she and Navajo heartthrob David Yazzie had just been married. She had vivid memories of the traditional ceremony–and the anything-but-wedding night that followed. Yet just yesterday, she and her one-time true love had called it quits–this time, forever. This wedding couldn't really have happened–could it?THEN WHOSE CHILD WAS SHE CARRYING?When her doctor told her that what she could expect in less than nine months was all too real, Kyra knew that even her overactive imagination couldn't account for her condition! Had her dream lover become her husband? And was a crash course in parenthood on his horizon, as well?

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Cover Page (#u410b8070-68cf-53a5-a958-52ff33afed37)

Excerpt (#uceacca64-a9d8-52eb-8b15-b74f5e898d69)

Dear Reader (#u0875013e-ba87-54d8-83e0-e19cc218580b)

Title Page (#u1823aedd-f96a-5ec7-a675-f75bb61269d6)

About the Author (#uc16531a5-8138-530a-8fba-8e786e3504a8)

Chapter One (#u91214d18-102a-594e-8869-062fb571bd7a)

Chapter Two (#uf6968d85-6fdc-53b3-8b01-fb0669ef1f24)

Chapter Three (#u290fcd32-a070-5ea5-9366-60ac3a0fcf58)

Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

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“When am I going to see you again?”

David asked.

“I’m not sure,” Kyra answered.

It was her final word on the subject, David realized with an empty feeling in his gut. Were the vows they’d spoken and the rapture they’d shared simply to evanesce like a puff of smoke? Or could they cross the fragile bridge of belief and trust to a life together?

With effort, he remembered his grandfather’s counsel. To win Kyra back and keep her for a lifetime, he’d have to be patient. According to his great-grandfather, if her love matched his, she’d remember what had taken place and come back to him. Instead of existing as a memory lost in time, their marriage would unfold in the present moment.

And if she can’t? he wondered. Will I be condemned to walk through life alone, missing the biggest piece of my heart?

Dear Reader (#ulink_86cf4b75-f8cb-5eb9-a722-c0f680e58220),

This month, Silhouette Romance has six irresistible, emotional and heartwarming love stories for you, starting with our FABULOUS FATHERS title, Wanted: One Son by Laurie Paige. Deputy sheriff Nick Dorelli had watched the woman he loved marry another and have that man’s child. But now, mother and child need Nick. Next is The Bride Price by bestselling author Suzanne Carey. Kyra Martin has fuzzy memories of having just married her Navajo ex-fiancé in a traditional wedding ceremony. And when she discovers she’s expecting his child, she knows her dream was not only real…but had mysteriously come true! We also have two not-to-be missed new miniseries starting this month, beginning with Miss Prim’s Untamable Cowboy, book 1 of THE BRUBAKER BRIDES by Carolyn Zane. A prim image consultant tries to tame a very masculine working-class wrangler into the true Texas millionaire tycoon he really is. Good luck, Miss Prim!

In Only Bachelors Need Apply by Charlotte Maclay, a manshy woman’s handsome new neighbor has some secrets that will make her the happiest woman in the world, and in The Tycoon and the Townie by Elizabeth Lane, a struggling waitress from the wrong side of the tracks is romanced by a handsome, wealthy bachelor. Finally, our other new miniseries, ROYAL WEDDINGS by Lisa Kaye Laurel. The lovely caretaker of a royal castle finds herself a prince’s bride-to-be during a ball…with high hopes for happily ever after in The Prince’s Bride.

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The Bride Price

Suzanne Carey

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

SUZANNE CAREY

is a former reporter and magazine editor who prefers to write romance novels because they add to the sum total of love in the world.

Chapter One (#ulink_3b23640c-0c1e-56ec-9a71-002ab40ec175)

It was 6:22 a.m. on what promised to be a glorious September day. In the bedroom of her Kansas City, Missouri, apartment, Kyra Martin was still deeply asleep as she twisted and turned beneath her down coverlet. Divorced, childless, the twenty-seven-year-old, hardworking assistant federal prosecutor for the Western District of Kansas was immersed in a recurring dream, which had transported her back in time by almost five years to an erotic encounter she’d experienced beneath the graceful torrent of Havasu Falls with David Yazzie, her part-Navajo, would-be lover.

Though in her dream the water was like ice as it plunged about their shoulders, Kyra didn’t pay it any heed. Moaning with pleasure and a mounting sense of urgency, she felt her resistance melt as David’s mouth crushed hers. The expert way he was teasing her nipples through the fabric of her red bikini top was pushing her past the limits she’d set for herself. If they didn’t call a halt, and soon, she’d violate the promise she’d made to herself to remain a virgin until her wedding day.

“David…maybe we’d better stop,” she protested when he drew back to gaze at her with lust and longing in his beautiful eyes.

Moving around to her back with the calm audacity that so disarmed and captivated her, his strong, exquisitely shaped fingers tested the clasp on her bra preparatory to unhooking it. “Why should we,” he demanded reasonably, “when we both want it so much?”

Mad about him, she found it all but impossible to resist the longing that washed over her in waves as he pressed the front of his swim trunks against her lower body.

A moment later he was unfastening her top and letting it fall into the tumbling waters of the creek that swirled about their ankles. Thanks to the weather, which had turned somewhat chilly, and the fact that it was a weekday, the falls were deserted at that hour except for them. But that ideal state of affairs wouldn’t last long. Several of the hikers and campers who haunted the remote but beautiful off-shoot of Arizona’s Grand Canyon no matter what the season were bound to appear at any moment.