To free herself from Hell, Lucy needs to claim one last soul, and she knows just the one she wants.
Jed Caine is in need of a woman who will keep his house and cook his meals. Instead, he finds himself with a wife who neither cooks nor cleans and who challenges him at every turn.
He wants her heart; she wants his soul, and it would seem the only things standing in their way are burnt coffee and dried buffalo chips.
And, of course, the tiny little fact that her father is the devil himself and he's not about to release his daughter, regardless of how many souls she brings him, or how much the foolish mortal loves her.
© copyright Laura Drewry
"I want him." Lucy pointed her long slender finger at the quiet man near the back of the restaurant; the tall one with the dark eyes and the wavy hair that begged to be touched.
Oh yes, he'd do quite nicely.
"I. . .wha--?" The fat lady in charge of the auction whirled around. "Who. . .? Where did you come from?"
"Lucy Firr," Lucy answered without taking her eyes off her man. "And I'll take him."
Necks stretched and craned as twenty or more men twisted in their seats to get a look at the man she wanted; the man with the long, unwavering stare, the man she'd chosen to be her savior – or her accomplice, depending on how you chose to look at it.
He didn't move a muscle, didn't nod in agreement or even acknowledge he was the topic of conversation. He just stared back at her with those too-dark-to-read eyes.
The fat lady sputtered, gaped, then stammered, "Y-you mean Mr. Caine?"
Lucy smiled and nodded toward the back of the room again. That was exactly who she meant.
"Yes, him," she repeated.
Why did the fat lady keep staring that way – as if Lucy had suddenly sprouted horns?
Had she sprouted horns?
With calmness she didn't feel, Lucy fingered her hair back from her face, carefully probing for any unusual bumps.
Finally, the woman turned and stretched on tiptoe to see over the crowd, then teetered back on her heels. She fidgeted with her high lace collar, tucked the coin box tightly beneath her elbow and turned her wary gray eyes on Lucy.
The other women up for bid at the wife auction sought out Lucy's man, too, then bowed their heads in a circle as furious whispers buzzed among them. Each woman wore her hair pulled back in a tight knot or braid at the back of her head, with not a single bow or earbob in sight.
Lucy shuddered. How could any self-respecting woman, mortal or not, allow such dresses – if that's what you could call those horrid garments - touch their skin? To make matters worse, each dress was exactly the same as the others; plain cotton frocks buttoned neck to waist, with plain straight skirts.
No imagination whatsoever.
These poor women didn't have a prayer. Then again, neither did Lucy, but that was an entirely different story.
She smoothed the deep green silk of her skirt and tossed her long glossy black hair over her shoulders. The small restaurant-turned-auction-house was near to bursting with the crowd of men, but there were only four women on the auction block. Five if Lucy included herself, which she didn't. She was not up for auction. She was here for one man – and one man only.
The only man who stood between her and the baby she needed.
Mr. Jedidiah Caine wanted her. He needed someone else, but he wanted her. There was no doubt what was going on inside that gorgeous head of his; inner turmoil stewed beneath his frown and clouded his already dark eyes. He was going to be difficult, no question, but she'd overpower him soon enough. If she didn't, she would have to stand before her father empty-handed, and she could not let that happen. Again. The consequences would be far too severe this time.
Whether Jed Caine knew it or not, he was going to help Lucy avoid eternal damnation. He'd be sacrificing his own soul, but he didn't need to know that. Not yet, anyway.
The heavy stench of the unbathed crowd, mixed with cheap cigars and manure covered boots, fogged the air. Yet even with the space of the room separating them, Lucy knew her man wouldn't stink. There was something about him, something about the way he stood there, so quiet, so sure of himself.
Lucy bit back her laughter. His lust would be easy enough to work with on its own, but he was obviously a proud man, too. This was going to be easier than she'd hoped. Was it possible her father had finally underestimated her abilities?
Grumblings between the men started low, then grew louder. Coffee cups rattled on the tables, and a few men motioned toward the door, but not a single person left.
Lust seeped from them like gaping wounds. It was in the way they ogled her, the way they curled their lips and nodded toward her as they muttered among themselves.
But his want burned hotter than the rest. It smoldered in those dark eyes, in the firm set of his jaw and in his deepening frown. Oh, he wanted her all right, but he certainly wasn't going to admit it. And he certainly wasn't happy about it.
"Yes," Lucy purred. "He'll do just fine."
"Smart, sassy and refreshingly different. . ."
- A Romance Review
" 4 stars
"It reads like the best of Americana. . .
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"THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER is a devilishly delightful paranormal western romance. . ."
– Harriet Klausner.
4 1/2 stars
". . . a provocative western loaded with lustful love scenes and a romance that will melt your heart."
- Romance Junkies. Click here to read the full review.
"The Devil’s Daughter is a lighthearted romp from the gates of hell to the Old West." - SingleTitles. Click here to read the full review.
Five Angels and a Recommended Read.
In The Devil's Daughter, Ms. Drewry. . . seamlessly matches tension with humor and lust with love. And there is an abundance of all of the above, as shown through the character's actions and her descriptions of them, as well as the peeks we get into both Jed's and Lucy's thoughts. We see Lucy as both single-minded and self centered, and yet incredibly amusing in her attempts to cook like a real wife should. We see Jed as straight-laced, and demanding, and yet tender and encouraging of her culinary disasters – not to mention sexy as all get out! Lucy's half brother Deacon, who has no redeeming qualities whatsoever, has his image of evil incarnate slightly tarnished with his ridiculous pet ferret. It is of course the interactions between Lucy and Jed which determine the tone and the outcome of the story, fueled by hesitant yet determined hope. Ms. Drewry has penned a thoroughly enjoyable story and I highly recommend The Devil's Daughter to those seeking to be entertained.
Reviewed by: Lynn
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". . .humor, sizzle, and emotion. . .you'll definitely want to check out THE DEVIL'S DAUGHTER." –
Rob Preece, www.booksforabuck.com. Click here to read the full review.
". . .original, creative, and humorous story. . ."
- Carol, LovesWesternRomances.
". . .from the gates of hell to the Old West. . .remarkable cast of characters. . .romance, adventure and humor. . ." - Lettetia Elsasser, Single Titles. Click here to read the full review.