When the spirit fever struck a town, a village or an outpost, it left few if any survivors. The white man blamed the Indian saying they used their mojo on them. The Indians blamed the white man for angering the spirits. The survivors knew it didn’t matter. The Fevered were forever changed.
A job that needs to be done…
With his older brother Sam preoccupied by the upcoming birth of his child and younger brother Kid recovering from his injuries, Micah Kane has never been so busy—too busy to go to San Antonio and escort home the new schoolteacher—but what his father wants, his father gets. Busy or not, one look at the exotic beauty with her rich European accent and he can’t think of anything else.
A woman on the run…
Josephine Miller entered an arranged marriage on good faith. One year of misery later, she discovered a horrifying secret about her husband and fled west. Becoming a schoolteacher in a small Texas town seemed like the perfect way to disappear but Micah’s touch awakens a desperate desire that she finds herself helpless to resist.
Darkness, danger and death lurking on the horizon…
An outbreak of the spirit fever, dangerous strangers in town and wild accidents at the Flying K threatening everything they care about, Micah must convince Jo that she doesn’t have to run—together they can stand against any storm.
His code. Her secret. Their war.
Let me say right now this series is extremely addictive. I have fallen in love with each character as the series continues.
In the beginning of this book the chores are piling up, Sam is spending the week in town and weekends at home with a very pregnant Scarlett. Then there is Kid, he’s still recovering although his gift appears to be gone. In spite of all that and the work to be done Micah is sent to San Antonio to escort the new school teacher to Dorado. She is younger than he expected and he finds himself intrigued by her accent and shyness. He is definitely attracted to her and plans to court her.
Josephine Miller came to Dorado to be the schoolteacher, she is sweet, hard working and is hiding something, a big something. Bigger than even she knows. In spite of that Micah becomes persistent in his pursuit of her. I think this is one of my favorite scenes at the Church Social as Micah starts his courting in earnest.
Her scent curled around him, fresh summer, lemon verbena and a hint of something exotic that he couldn’t quite identify, but completely feminine and alluring. She leaned back, but didn’t take her hand from his nor leaned so far away as to rebuff his attentions. She lifted the cup with her free hand and sipped the lemonade. He could almost see her eyes begin to water. She blinked rapidly. “Do they add anything to the lemonade? Like water?”
“Not that I’m aware.” He grinned. He would have brought her a chilled tea, but she seemed so opposed to it during their last discussion.
“That is…” she frowned briefly, as though searching for the words. “Indescribable.”
He leaned back a fraction more and laughed, his fingers loosely wrapped around hers and he kept the urge to stroke the glove’s softness in check. Hell, he wanted to peel the damn things off and just hold her hand.
One step at a time, Micah. One step at a time. Picking up his own lemonade he gave her a playful look and knocked the whole drink back. A fist to his throat would have been kinder. As it was, the wild tartness overwhelmed his senses, and he fought the urge to sputter.
Her eyes widened.
He swallowed. He would not cough.
Her eyebrows rose, the corner of her mouth began to twitch.
He gritted his teeth against the squeeze of tears in the back of his eyes. He cleared his throat with a low growl and waggled his brows.
Mrs. Miller burst out laughing. Her fingers tightened over his hand and she covered her giggles with her free hand. “I do sincerely hope your mouth does not remain pinched in that fashion.”
He grinned and the quick cough escaped. Both actions only served to make her laugh harder. He loved the sound of it, low, warm, throaty and filled with such genuine mirth. The amusement came up from her belly, sparkled in her eyes, and flushed her cheeks with a glow.
“You are so beautiful.” The words slid out faster than he could rein in his tongue.
“Thank you, Micah.”
And there was the mule kick again.
She called him Micah.
“You’re very welcome, Mrs. Miller.”
She bit her lower lip, her gaze tracking over to the dancers. The Spanish dance ended and a third song filled the air. A waltz.
The new style of dance invaded their little town gradually, arriving with the new settlers just the last autumn, but its sensuous popularity couldn’t be denied.
Even at the church social.
“Would you ask me to dance again, Micah?”
He rose immediately, holding fast to her captive hand. “It would be my genuine pleasure, Mrs. Miller, if you would share this dance with me.” Thank God Lena wanted to learn how to do this last autumn.
Her skirt brushed his legs again as he guided her out into the other dancers. She fit against his frame almost perfectly. He concentrated so hard on not pulling her closer that he nearly missed her next words.
“I think it would be entirely appropriate for you to call me Josephine now—or Jo, if you would prefer.”
Micah & Mrs Miller (Fevered Hearts #3) (pp. 146-148) Kindle Edition.
Then the spirit fever hits Dorado and the Flying K.
OMG I cried, so many die, and on top of it all, more fevered from outside cause additional havoc. A soul-searching, stunning, plot twisting adventure. Complete with sizzling hot romance and new survivors of the fever. Grab some tissues and read this book!
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National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.
From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.
When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.