Get Into Houa's Mind

Vera laughed and she pinched his cheek. “Jedidiah, I’m not getting any younger. I’d like to know that if something were to happen to me, you’d be taken care of and so will Lizzie.”             “I know that and I understand. But after what happened, I’m not going to risk anything.”               The house was silent as Jedidiah sat in the darkened living room going through the old photos of him and Anna. He didn’t need to look through them, honestly, her face had imprinted deep into his soul. It was the day he realized he loved her not as a friend, but as a woman. It was the day he realized he was jealous of her. Feeling the pain of the memories hit him, he shoved all the pictures back into the box and closed the lid. It was too long ago and they weren’t the same anymore. Back then, she wasn’t divorced and he wasn’t a father. Today, they were two very different people.             Lizzie. When he thought of her name, he felt his heart lurch into full protection mode. His

Evening fell and the world around them changed from sounds of muttering to a standstill. The house was quiet as a mouse as Jedidiah made his way up the stairs. His bride had gone to bed hours ago after dinner alone with him. The three others were already snoring and Jedidiah was the only one still up, having been the last one to take a bath. He was standing outside his door with his hand on the door as if trying to feel Annabella. He waited several seconds longer and then opened the door. It was dark and he was met with a chill. The fire had died down and she was probably curled up under those blankets shivering. He closed the door and stubbed his toe against the desk. He saw stars and cursed silently. It hurt like hell and he felt like punching someone. When the pain died down and he was able to walk, limp actually, he made his way to the bed. Sprawled across the bed was his bride wearing a thin cotton gown that barely covered anything. The light of the moon came in through the cu

The sun was setting as Annabella looked up from the saddle and toward the land where a few homes were built. The pinkish gray of the sky made the land look more welcoming than she expected. This here was the Devil’s Own and she was going to be here for a while. There was smoke coming from a house and she figured that to be the home of the woman Jedidiah called Mia. Her legs were sore and she was hungry. After the shock of finding out Ty wasn’t the man he was, she closed up her thoughts and fell silent. Even when Jedidiah accidentally brushed his fingers on the inside of her thigh when helping her up the saddle, she remained mute. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why she’d had such bad luck. Why did Ty do what he did? How could he betray her trust? Tears filled her eyes and she let them stream down her face. Behind her sat Jedidiah who had his arms around her waist. He’d been quiet since they began riding home, but she knew that although he remained silent, he knew her e

Annabella stared at the three men around the campfire and wondered what their intentions were. The one who had taken off his shirt for her was now sitting by himself and sharpening his knife. His shirt was still on her and when they arrived at the camp, he had pulled another one out of his bag and put it on. There were only three bedrolls and she was wondering where she was going to sleep. She was exhausted as hell and could not believe her luck. When she ran off from the sheriff’s office, she ended up lost and before she knew it, she’d been captured by those men. They’d poked fun at her all night long each one fondling her for no longer than a moment before going off to do something else. But when night fell and the cool wind took place of the warmth of the sun, she saw the hunger in their eyes and it was the hunger that killed her. But someone must have been looking out for her because she was saved. She looked through the flames at the man who had saved her and saw that his eyes