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Shewaspassion'swilling prisoner—and hewouldsetherfree! J o o i ru i i TheshiningsplendorofourZebraLovegramlogoonthecoverofthisbook reflects the glittering excellence ofthe story inside. Lookfor the Zebra Lovegram wheneveryou buy a historical romance. It's a trademark that guarantees the very best in quality and reading entertainment. A TASTE OF PASSION "Why are you holdingmelike this? Whydon'tyou let me go?" Kristina cried. "No man in his right mind would let you go." Cole pressed her supple curves snugly against his hard frame. She didn't resist. "You're very beautiful," he murmured huskily. Then, suddenly, his lips were on hers, and his demanding kiss left her breathless with wonder. Kristina gazed thoughtfully into his dark-blue eyes, which were studying her with deep, tender longing. Once he learned the truth about her, those sensual eyes would regard her with cold fury. She recklessly threw all reason to the wind. She might be destined to lose this man, but before that happened, she wouldexperience the pleasureofhisembrace . . . HISTORICALROMANCESBYVICTORIATHOMPSON BOLDTEXASEMBRACE (2835, $4.50) Art teacher Catherine Eaton could hardly believe how stubborn Sam Connors was! Even though the rancher's young stepbrother was an exceptionally talented painter, Sam forbade Catherine to instruct him, fearing that art would make a sissy out of him. Spunky and determined, the blond schoolmarm confronted the muleheaded cowboy only to find that he was as handsome as . . . he was hard-headed and as desirable as he was dictatorial. Before long she had nearly forgotten what she'd come for, as Sam's brash, breathless embrace drove from her mind all thought of anythingsavewantinghim . . . TEXASBLONDE (2183, $3.95) When dashing Josh Logan resuced her from death by exposure, petite Felicity Morrow realized she'd never survive rugged frontier life without a man by her side. 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Beneath all that blood and dirt he was the handsomest man she hadeverseen, andtheonepersonwhocouldhelpherbeatSnyder athisowngame—ifthepricewerenottoohigh. . . . Available whereverpaperbacksaresold, or orderdirectfrom the Publisher. Send cover price plus 50c per copyfor mailing and handling to Zebra Books, Dept. 3036, 475 Park Avenue South, New York, N.Y 10016. Residents ofNew York, New Jersey and Pennsylvaniamustincludesalestax. DONOTSENDCASH. c^Hr ZEBRA BOOKS KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP. ZEBRA BOOKS are published by Kensington Publishing Corp. 475 Park Avenue South New York, NY 10016 Copyright © 1990 by Rochelle Wayne All rights reserved. No part ofthis book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the Publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews. First printing: June, 1990 Printed in the United States of America This book is dedicated to my sister-in-law and loyal fan, Sharon Kemp Clay County, Missouri 1862 Cole Barton sat in the shade of a tall elm, staring blankly intospace. Theboy felta pangofguilt, forhe — shouldn't sit idly when there was work to do work that never let up. He sighed deeply. Farm work was demanding. He glanced at the gray mare waiting in the nearby field, the plow still hitched to her strong back. There was soil to break and furrows tocut, and he wasn't getting the job done sitting here day- dreaming. He decided to stretch out and relax for a few minutes, reluctant to abandon the cool shade. Folding his arms beneath his head, he looked up at the elm's sweeping limbs. A warm breeze stirred, rustling the smaller branches. For a moment he watched the leaves sway in the wind. Then, closing his eyes, he allowed his mind to drift. He thought of the farm. Cole knew hedidn't want to be a farmer. Itwasafact, however, thathehadkept to himself. He figured his parents wouldn't takehim seriously, but would probably remind him that he was only fifteen, and at his age, dislikingfarm work was natural. When he wasolder, he'dfeel differently, they'd say. Cole didn't think so. Nevertheless, for thetimebeing, hewasresignedto his way of life. Hehadnochoicebuttoremainonthe farm. AyearhadpassedsinceCole'sfatherhadjoined the Confederate Army. Before his departure, Cole had given him his promise to take care of the farm. Cole was an onlychild, andtherewastoomuchwork for his mother to handle alone. Cole intended to abideby hispromise, butitnonethelessplaguedhim. If the war were to drag on for an extended period, he'd soon be old enough tojoin the Army. Could he stay here, safe and protected, whileotherboyshisage were fighting for the Confederacy? Although Cole had never tested his courage in a liveordiesituation, he was certain of his own valor. But if the war continued, and if hestayedon thefarm, wouldothers think him yellow? The possibility that he might someday be branded acowardgreatlydisturbedCole. At his young age, it seemed a fate worse than eternal damnation. Cole sat up and raked a handdistractedly through his dark hair. Maybe the war would end soon, his father would come home, and then he could start planning for his own future in earnest. Cole had been twelve years old when he and his parents had moved to Missouri from their farm in Tennessee. Clay County was settled mostly by southerners, and living here wasn't much different than living in Tennessee. Cole was determined that someday he'd leave Missouri. He had nothing against the state, or against Clay County. If he and his folks were still residinginTennessee, he'dstill be feeling this same restlessness to move on. He was 8
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