Guest Blogger Merry Farmer – No Sin Stays a Secret

Everybody has secrets. You know, those little things in our past that we really, really hope no one finds out about? They’re so juicy and so scary. But there’s something about a hero with secrets that makes this reader’s heart go pitter-pat! The deliciousness of reading a book where the layers of mystery are slowly revealed to uncover things that the hero or heroine want to keep in the past is irresistible. You never know if the secrets are going to destroy the relationship that’s building between the hero and the heroine or whether they’re going to make it stronger.

My hero in Our Little Secrets, Michael West, has enough secrets to write a scintillating tell-all book. He may appear like a mild-mannered, upstanding frontier shopkeeper now, but let me tell you, there are some very naughty things in his past. Things he’s not proud of. Things that he’d rather forget. They also just happen to be some things that make him very, very good in bed. As in, he knows exactly what a woman wants and how to give it to her…and give it to her and give it to her.

Wait. That ordinary-seeming, ever-so-slightly reclusive shopkeeper who wears glasses? YES! Because as far as I’m concerned, the best secrets are the ones that you would never guess to look at someone. They’re like finding the surprise at the bottom of the cereal box. In Our Little Secrets, Charlotte definitely signs up for more than she bargained for…and all because of Michael’s secrets. Oh, but she had a few secrets of her own that will surprise Michael! But will all of these secrets come out in due time or when it’s least convenient? You’ll just have to read and see!

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Blurb:

Michael West swore he would never fall in love again. So when the beautiful and wily Charlotte steps off the train looking for a new life he jumps at the business opportunity her search for a husband presents. Engaged forty-five minutes after meeting, married the next day, Michael thinks he’s found everything a respectable man should have. Except that Michael is as far from respectable as they come. They agreed not to ask questions about each other’s pasts, but when the past seeps into their present Michael suspects his passionate new wife is not who she says she is. But can he keep her at arm’s length when he’s already fallen in love with her?

Charlotte Baldwin has a secret. She fled Philadelphia to escape the sins of her past, but someone is following her. What better way to hide than by marrying Michael West, Cold Springs, Montana’s enigmatic shopkeeper? A new name, a new life, and am amorous husband is exactly what she needs to leave her sins behind. But when it comes to keeping secrets Charlotte may have met her match in Michael. And when a connection neither of them expects catches up with them, the shocking revelation means Charlotte may have run right into the arms of her enemy.

No sin stays a secret forever….

Excerpt:

“Missing home?” Michael startled her by speaking immediately behind her.

She twisted to face him. He was inches away. Her pulse raced.

“Hardly! This is home now, after all.”

He nodded, glancing out the window himself before looking back at her. She could see the question in his eyes before he worked his way around to asking it. “Would you like to go to bed now?”

She took a deep breath. Every bit of cock-eyed advice she’d ever heard on enduring your wedding night flooded into her mind all at once. It was time to find out just how far she would go for a new life.

“If you’re ready,” she tried to sound casual.

He arched an eyebrow at her behind his glasses. “I think the question is are you ready?”

There was only one way to find out. “Yes. I am.”

“Come on.” He slipped his hand into her ringed one. “We’ll take things slowly.”

She wished she knew what that meant. She wished she knew a lot more things than she did.

He led her out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bedroom. Her heart quivered in her chest and butterflies swirled expectantly in her gut.

He brought her to the bed and sat on the edge with her. She knew she should say something but words failed her. All she could do was watch as he took off his glasses and laid them on the small table beside the bed. Her heart thumped out of control in her chest. Without his glasses he seemed even more of a stranger.

“I take it you’ve never been with a man before.” It was a statement more than a question.

“No, I haven’t,” she gave him an honest answer. Secrets or no, that much was important.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “My guess is that everything you’ve been told about it is completely wrong.”

Her eyebrows shot up and her heart hitched in her chest. “Really?”

“Probably,” he nodded. “Making love is one of the most enjoyable activities known to man. Or woman. If done right.”

“I hope we do it right then,” she blurted, cursing herself for her stupidity.

He chuckled. “Not to flatter myself, but I know what I’m doing. Do you trust me?”

She stared at him, lips twitching to a grin. “I married you. Let’s call that close enough for now.”

His grin widened. “All right. It’ll do.”

He bent forward.

“What are you doing?” she gulped.

“Taking off my shoes,” he laughed.

“Oh.” She felt ridiculous and laughed with a nervous hiccup. Her face burned bright pink. “I’m sorry.” She leaned forward to unlace her boots, hands shaking.

“Don’t be. I promise I won’t do anything sudden,” he chuckled as he untied first one shoe and then the other, lining them up neatly at the foot of the bed. He pulled his socks off while he was at it and folded them before tossing them to the chair on the other side of the table.

She was slower with her boots, but as she yanked them off he took them and lined them up beside his shoes. Her stockings were another matter.

“Allow me.” He pretended chivalry, reaching for her leg.

She let him lift her stockinged ankle onto his thigh, balling her hands in the coverlet behind her to stop them from trembling. He surprised her by slipping his hands up under her skirt, above her knee to the ties high on her thigh that held the stockings to her corset. The warm roughness of his fingers brushing against such intimate skin sent a giddy rush through her.

“It’s all about touch,” he explained as he dawdled with her stockings, stroking her flesh. “Intimacy comes from the simple act of touching each other in ways that we would never allow anyone else to touch us.” He glanced up and met her eyes, his gaze hot and vivid.

“I see,” she croaked and cleared her throat. She couldn’t focus on anything but the sensuality of his fingers where they shouldn’t have been.

His grin deepened. “Touching feels good.”

“Yes it does,” she blurted before she could stop herself. She was being a complete ninny, but what could anyone expect with his hands teasing her like that?

He finished unfastening her stocking and rolled it down, pulling it off over her tingling toes. She let out the breath she’d been holding. When he gestured for her other leg she offered it. He repeated the same heady mix of removing her stocking and stroking her thigh. Dear Lord, it was going to be a long night.

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About Randi Alexander

Writer of Erotic Romances - "Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied"
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2 Responses to Guest Blogger Merry Farmer – No Sin Stays a Secret

  1. Clare O'Beara says:

    Lovely scene, and I enjoy the idea of a shopkeeper as a contrast to other tales.

  2. JeanMP says:

    Great excerpt, look forward to reading this story and finding out everyone’s secrets.

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