Author: Shanna Hatfield
Genre: Sweet, Historical, Western Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PR
USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes character-driven romances with relatable heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as âreminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginianâ while her contemporary works have been called âlaugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.â
Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen one story at a time. When she isnât writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, Romance Writers of America, Sweet Romance Reads, Cowboy Kisses, and Pioneer Hearts.
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âI donât know how many times I have to tell you, Iâm not going with you today.â Marnie fisted her hands on her hips and blocked his entrance to her room.
âYes, you are. Put on your hat and letâs go.â Lars nudged her aside then brazenly strode to her closet and pulled out the hat he liked the best, a cream curved-brim hat with cream and pink silk roses that matched the gown she wore. âPut that on.â
âNo.â Marnie leaned against the dresser and glowered. âAnd you canât bully me into doing what you want, Lars Thorsen.â
âMaybe not, but I can ask nicely.â Lars lifted one of her hands and kissed the back of it, keeping his hot blue gaze pinned to hers. He saw the shift in her eyes as the shutters lifted. The frown she wore softened on a sigh and he knew he had her.
After kissing her other hand, he moved on to her right cheek, then her left, followed by her nose. âWill you please accompany the children and me to church? Even if you wonât do it for me or yourself, do it for those two youngsters. Theyâll be disappointed if you donât come.â
Marnie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. âI donât think you realize what youâre asking, what youâre doing.â
âIâm fully aware of what Iâm doing.â Lars momentarily forgot about Easter, the Webster kids, and everything else as his attention focused on Marnieâs lips. He lowered his head and kissed both corners before gently caressing her mouth with his â teasing, enticing, pleading. âPlease, sweet thing? Please go with us?â
Nearly undone by Larsâ tender kisses, Marnie snatched the hat from his hand and positioned it on her head. Jabbing in a hatpin, she rammed her fingers into lacy cream gloves and grabbed a reticule she saved for special occasions.
Pointing to the door, she shook her head. âArguing with you is utterly pointless.â
âYep. Glad you figured that out.â Larsâ wicked grin made her smile and she held his hand as they descended the stairs. âOne way or another, I always get what I want.â