Snippet Sunday 7/16-“Do you love me?”

Continuing on from 7/2 with my sweet historical romance, “Daisies from Duke.” This is still in Duke’s POV, Emma is about to wake up…This is also raw and unedited–any comments will be appreciated. I missed last week because I had trouble getting on the computer.

Mr. Stansbury face Duke with a wild gleam in his eye, making him feel even more protective of Emma. He wanted to get the sheriff, too, but he had no intention of leaving Emma alone with her “husband.”

“Emmy,” the man said, leaning closer and rubbing up against her like a tom cat on the prowl. “Wake up now.”

Duke edged toward them. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Why not? She’s my wife!”

Emma’s green eyes fluttered open. “Theo…what are you…”

“I’m alive! I’ve come to take you back to Denver so we can be together as husband and wife!”

“You’re drunk!” Emma said. “Just like you were on our honeymoon!”

Theo took her hand, but look like he had intentions of doing more than that. “Are you still mad about that, sweetheart? Do you love me?”

Before she could answer, Clara burst into the room with Dr. Aaron Huntsberger, and Duke’s best friend, Wes Galloway.

“Holy Moses, Duke!” Wes exclaimed. “Looks like you’ve got all kinds of trouble here.”

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Snippet Sunday, 7/2, Duke’s POV

Continuing on from last week’s snippet from “Daisies from Duke”, my sweet historical romance set in Dannville, Colorado, in 1897. Last week, Emma fainted after her husband, Theo (I changed his name), who was supposed to have died in a mine explosion. This is the beginning of Chapter Two, from Duke’s POV. It’s pretty raw, so any comments are much appreciated. Happy 4th of July!

Duke watched Emma as she lay on the floor, beautiful green eyes closed. She intrigued him more and more, but he had no time to worry about that. A stranger stood in his restaurant who smelled like he’d bathed in a case of expensive whiskey. He claimed to be Emma’s husband, so he problems with being unmarried had only gotten more complicated.

The drunken man stared at her, and then knelt at her side. “What’s wrong, Emmy? Bet you thought I died in that mine, didn’t you? Well, I thought I was a goner, too, but I got nursed back to health. Now I’m here to take you back to Denver, and find out you’re engaged to someone else?” He gave a raspy, bitter-sounding laugh. “You’re mine, Emmy!”

“Who’s that, Uncle Duke?” He looked up at the sound of his niece, Clara’s, voice.

“This is Miss Richmond, the new schoolteacher,” Duke said.

The intoxicated man spoke. “Mrs. Stansbury. She’s my wife.”

Clara’s eyes widened as Duke spoke to her. “Go get Aunt Honey and Uncle Wes. If you can’t find Aunt Honey, get Uncle Wes to take you to Dr. Huntsberger’s. Miss Richmond needs a doctor. She fainted.”

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