Our theme for September is Superhero September so I’ll be chatting up a lot about superheroes including my forthcoming novel. But superheroes exist in all time frames, so today I thought we’d take a sneak peek at Micah & Mrs. Miller, the third novel in my Fevered Hearts series due out this October.
“What about the other one? Didn’t
Cody say there were two of them?” The wolf shifter could smell lies or at
least that’s what the others said. He also had a real issue with working women.
He never set a foot near Madame Pontfour’s and it wasn’t just because of his
“Her name’s Delilah. She’s a quite
little thing. Pretty sure Pa scared her to death when he roared at Kid. She’s
like a shadow at the ranch house, hiding away in her room.”
“Then maybe she does know
something.” He strapped on his gun belt and gathered his dirty laundry
into a sack. He could take it home or leave it, either way it would get clean.
“Possible. Now that you’re home.
I’ll distract Scarlett, you find out.”
He knew that was coming. “Why
“Cause you’re the nice one.
Everyone likes you, brother mine, and they talk to you.” That was Micah. The second son, the easy one.
No one worried about his temper or his reactions. Not that he didn’t possess
those attributes, but sandwiched between Sam’s strict moral code and Kid’s
utter lack, he and Jason learned quickly how to keep the peace.
“I’ve got a lot of horses to get
ready and more work than I can handle. Now you want me to sort this out. Thanks
“When you have a baby on the way,
you can hand it all off to me.” Sam grinned, clapping him on the shoulder.
“I promise. So what’s the teacher like?”
Micah shrugged and followed his brother
out of the bathing room, bag tucked under an arm. He waved to the Caddo behind
the desk and left another nickel for the cleanup. Generosity flowed in their veins. Their Pa raised them to work hard, fulfill their responsibilities
and look after the community. Outside,
the town’s hustle quieted. The sun drifted lower on the horizon and the
kerosene lamps were already lit.
“She’s nice enough. A little green,
and maybe a little too back east, for Dorado.” Which wasn’t totally fair.
Despite her obvious discomfort, she didn’t complain. She tried to help. Her
exotic accent left him in a wild knot of improper thoughts. He wasn’t sure how
long she’d been widowed and asking her directly would be rude.
Still, while he sorted out this latest
debacle for Kid, he could take the time to get to know her. Settle her into the
cottage they fixed up for her. Show her around the Flying K, the town, and
begin to court her.
“I know that look.”
“That I like her look.” Sam
stared at him. “She’s a widow, Micah.”
“Leave off, brother. Worry about
your own wife. I’ll take care of Mrs. Miller.”
“You chase her off and Pa will be
after you next.” Sometimes being
the second son carried its own burden, he would never live up to Sam’s
straight-laced attitude or firm convictions. The man nearly denied himself a
wife over his belief that Scarlett was a criminal. She loosened him up some,
but he didn’t bend far.
“I’m not going to chase her off.
I’m going to be kind, polite, and helpful. I want her to feel comfortable here,
settle in, get to know all of us.” And if a solid neighborly attitude let
him begin to court, there wasn’t anything wrong with that.
Sam pushed his hat back onto his head
and Micah mirrored the action. “Be careful little brother. Times are
Change didn’t mean bad, but he
understood the warning in the Marshal’s voice. They had secrets to
protect—secrets like Scarlett’s ability to control fire, Cody and his wife’s
shifting, Buck’s dream walking and Noah’s healing. The ranch offered them a
sanctuary away from the mountain in far West Texas where Scarlett and her
Fevered siblings grew up. But war rumbles in the east continued to drum and
more. Protecting their family meant keeping that secret close.
“I know. I’ll take care of Mrs.
Miller. She’s came here to teach…”
“…and to escape something back
east.” Sam interrupted, expression thoughtful.
“Jason send word?”
“No, but a widow doesn’t leave the
safety of a city and what’s known for the west and the unknown without a good
reason. Watch yourself, little brother.”
They parted ways, Sam heading back to
his office while Micah walked over to wait for Mrs. Miller at the hotel. She
And they had a lot to hide.