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<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\nIn Regan<\/em><\/strong> (Book 1 of the historical, m\u00e9nage romance series The Sisters O\u2019Ryan by Jenna Stewart), Seth doesn\u2019t have a dog, but he does have a horse for a constant companion. He loves and talks to<\/p>\n\n\n\n Blurb:<\/strong> One-armed Seth seeks work at the remote farm at the end of an Oregon trail with low expectations. When he finds Regan, alone and widowed, he tamps down desire. She deserves better than a handicapped man searching for his soul. She’s worthy of someone like his Shakespeare-spouting best friend, Hay. Nothing could have prepared Seth for Regan’s simple solution\u2014that both men stay. On the farm and in her bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Buy link:<\/strong> Excerpt: Suddenly heat flamed on Regan\u2019s cheeks. Why should he have noticed her, though he certainly stood clear in her mind. Indeed, Seth Pratt had made quite an impression on all the single ladies in their wagon train. Once, despite her married status at the time they shared the trek west, he made an embarrassing appearance in her dream, too, much to her shame. Her imagined image of his naked body joined to hers had pleased her so much, she banished him from her thoughts afterwards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She glanced at his companion, hating that he should witness her complete ignominy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI apologize for not recognizing you, Mrs. Stone,\u201d Seth said. His gaze raked the yard again. \u201cShould I speak to your husband about the job?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMrs. Stone?\u201d the other man said. Seth shot him a silencing look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy husband passed away just west of Cheyenne.\u201d Seth had left the train in western Nebraska, headed, or so she heard through gossip, for the Dakota Black Hill country. At the time, that had been a relief. She thought never to see him again, never to be tempted to dream of him again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy condolences,\u201d he said softly. She acknowledged his comment with a nod. \u201cWas the man in Cold Springs correct, then? Are you really lookin\u2019 for help?\u201d He asked the question, but his expression started to close down as though knowing before she answered that there would be nothing for him here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere is a problem, Mr. Pratt.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy arm. I understand.\u201d He fit his hat back on his head and tipped it at her before tapping the flanks of his horse with his heels and giving the reins a tug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The second man said, \u201cHold on, there,\u201d at the same time she cried out, \u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He stopped and waited.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo, Mr. Pratt,\u201d she said. \u201cThe problem is not your arm. I assume you would not apply for the position of farmhand if you felt you were not equal to the task.\u201d His eyes lit with interest, and she continued. \u201cThe problem is the distance from town, and I\u2019m alone here. I fear it\u2019s too far to travel back and forth each day. Indeed, had I known my property was this far removed from any town, I\u2019m sure I would have faltered in my determination to continue west.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Seth\u2019s brows wrinkled. \u201cAre you safe out here alone?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She shrugged. \u201cI feel perfectly so.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He didn\u2019t seem to like her answer much, but he didn\u2019t argue. \u201cI see.\u201d He sat quietly. \u201cMa\u2019am, I\u2019ll be honest with you. I need a job. I didn\u2019t have much stake when I lit out for these parts, and I have next to nothin\u2019 now. Folks aren\u2019t anxious to hire a one-armed man, as you might guess. If you give me a chance, I won\u2019t trouble you for nothin\u2019, at least until the snow flies, and then I would need only a roof. I can bed down in the barn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere are accommodations. But Mr. Barker should have explained that I am interested in hiring a man and wife, so that proprieties would be maintained.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy the hell did\u2026Begging your pardon, Mrs. Stone,\u201d the second man said, \u201cbut I wonder why the man in town sent us out here, then.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cUs?\u201d Regan looked more closely at the man, so different in dress from Seth. So different in every way. His clothing spoke of money, though he wore a simple white shirt and vest under the jacket. Obvious hand tooling on his horse\u2019s saddle and the burled-wood rifle butt protruding from a pouch on the saddle screamed taste and the money to afford it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He smiled once more, showing good teeth and deep dimples. \u201cForgive me. I\u2019m Haywood Lawrence, late of Charlotte, North Carolina, traveling the West with this disreputable reprobate. That is, until he decided he wanted to become a farmer instead of a seeker of fortunes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She smiled. \u201cWe have something in common, Mr. Lawrence. I hail from Asheville.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Smoothly he swung his leg over the horse and strode to her. \u201c\u2018Such stuff as dreams are made on.\u2019\u201d He took her hand and kissed it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Regan blinked in surprise but couldn\u2019t keep a smile from her face. \u201cAsheville is the stuff dreams are made on, Mr. Lawrence?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNot the city, Mrs. Stone, its lovely citizens.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI have it,\u201d Seth said in a quiet tone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Startled because she had forgotten momentarily that Seth was there, she yanked back her hand and looked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe man in town must have heard me tell Koda that I bought a penny candy for Francis. He musta thought I meant a woman.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho is Koda?\u201d asked Regan. Holy Mother! As surprised as she was to see Seth again, Haywood Lawrence took her breath away. Adding a third man to the mix would surely be too much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Haywood sighed. \u201cIt\u2019s his horse, I\u2019m afraid. Our friend Seth talks to the horse more than he does to people.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe don\u2019t quote Shakespeare day and night,\u201d Seth grumbled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWell then, who is Francis?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat would be me,\u201d Haywood said, with a glare at Seth. \u201cThough no one calls me that who doesn\u2019t want a fight.\u201d Seth raised his brow and shrugged. Haywood turned back to Regan. \u201cI was christened Francis Haywood Lawrence, but I much prefer Haywood to my first name. Or rather, Hay, which I hope you will call me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh, I\u2026uh.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Seth stared at Hay. \u201cI thought you were catchin\u2019 a boat downriver to the coast. Somethin\u2019 about lumber?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hay\u2019s gaze didn\u2019t waver from Regan. \u201cPerhaps not. Never fear, my friend,\u201d he tossed over his shoulder to Seth. \u201c\u2018Though this be madness, yet there is method in\u2019t.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Seth said something impossible for Regan to decipher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She forced her gaze from Hay. \u201cI\u2019m sorry the position won\u2019t work out, Mr. Pratt,\u201d she told Seth. \u201cHowever, it\u2019s too late for you to go back to town tonight. Why don\u2019t you stay and ride back tomorrow?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt wouldn\u2019t be right. I was so wrapped up in my own troubles that I didn\u2019t stop to think.\u201d For the first time, worry clouded Seth\u2019s startling blue eyes. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t want to do anything that might cause you or your reputation harm, Mrs. Stone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho will know if you camped out or slept in comfort, Mr. Pratt?\u201d Regan smiled. \u201cMy parents raised me to be a proper young lady. But when I lay in my safe, snug bed in my father\u2019s home, I imagined how it would feel to be wild and carefree. To do something scandalous. You would be fulfilling a childhood dream if you stayed for the night.\u201d Holy mother of God! Had she really said that? How would he take her words?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Author Dee S. Knight:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/a>A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. 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Davey and Regan O’Ryan Stone bought an Oregon farm sight unseen, hungering for adventure. Davey regretted the impulse far past the point of no return, and then he died. Now, unskilled and alone on her farm, Regan fears going home a failure\u2014as a daughter, a wife, and a farmer. With money quickly running out, she gladly accepts the offer of help from Seth Pratt, an acquaintance from the wagon train, and his friend Haywood Lawrence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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