War Cloud’s Passion

War Cloud’s Passion

by Karen Kay

Legendary Warriors Series
ASIN: B073NPN22X
July, 2017
Historical Romance

Legendary Warriors, Book 2

A dangerous passion.

At twenty-three, Anna Wiley is lucky. The children aboard an orphan train headed west don’t care that their nurse is too tall, too homely to be loved. They need her, and she will not rest until each one is placed in a loving home, including the last twelve bedraggled, rejected urchins clinging to her skirts.

When their train is attacked by a band of warriors bent on rescuing a kidnapped Indian boy, she doesn’t think twice about protecting the children—all the children, including the boy. Except keeping her charges safe means she must trust the formidable warrior who led the attack.

War Cloud plans to get the strong-willed white woman and her gaggle of children off his hands as soon as possible. Yet as he guides them toward civilization, he realizes there is beauty beneath Anna’s ill-fitting clothes, a strong spirit behind her sparkling green eyes.

Even as passion grows, War Cloud prepares to put her from him, and not only because of the animosity that hangs between their cultures. A centuries-old curse hangs over his ancestral line. A spell that could take her from him forever—should he dare to fall in love.

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Excerpt from War Cloud’s Passion

Abilene, Kansas
Late May 1869

Guess th’ soldiers whipped them redskins so hard this time, they’ll think twice afore bothering us again,” came the husky, masculine voice in the seat directly behind her.

Having no wish to eavesdrop on the conversation, Anna Wiley gazed steadily out the dirty window of the #17, or the Choctaw, the name given to the Kansas Pacific train.  In a single glance she took in the station’s platform and the few untidy tents set out on a flat stretch of Kansas prairie, and she wondered, was this all there was to Abilene’s train depot?

Anna’s spirits took a plunge at the thought.  She had hoped for more…so much more.

Taking a deep breath and inhaling the hot, stale air in her crowded car, Anna set her gaze toward the outside of their caravan.  There, beside the train tracks, in a line seeming to stretch off into infinity, stood the telegraph poles carrying the singing wires of modern communication.  Farther away rose a building or perhaps two, which appeared to be all that there was to the “sprawling metropolis” of Abilene.

Brushing a fly that buzzed around her face, Anna allowed herself a brief smile, remembering th words of Mr. Bilsworth, the New York agent for the Society of Orphans; the man whom she had, of necessity, left behind in Kansas City.

Copyright © 2001, 2017 by Karen Kay Elstner