Take Her to HeVan (Nephilim Book 6) Read Free

angry toward her grandfather. Reaching into the shower, she fiddled with the hot and cold knobs trying to get the right temperature. She had to get them just right or the water would be too hot or too cold. There was something wrong inside the plumbing and she wasn’t knowledgeable enough to fix it. When she was relatively sure she wouldn’t scald or freeze herself, she flipped the knob to send the water from the spigot to the showerhead and climbed into the tub, pulling the shower curtain closed.
    Dozens of things flashed through her brain as she washed her hair. The two thoughts that stuck were — she needed to get her hair trimmed; her short blond curls were starting to get in her eyes. Of course, she now had less than ten weeks to get married or she was going to lose her land. Land that had been in her family’s possession since the State of Colorado was settled. She was going to lose it for such a stupid reason, because she wasn’t married.
    She hated that she had been a disappointment to her grandfather. She had joined the FFA and 4-H to please him, but he’d known the truth. She hated seeing animals she raised sold for their meat. She had thought he understood her dream and it had been painfully obvious for over a year now that he hadn’t.
    Otherwise, he wouldn’t have written a will that said if she wanted to keep the ranch, she had to be married. He obviously wanted a son-in-law to carry on his legacy since she wouldn’t. She especially had a hard time with him putting in his will that if she weren’t married, the land would be sold. It was the final knife stab to her heart.
    Any second now she knew the hot water would cut off, so she reached over and turned off the taps. Pushing the shower curtain aside, she picked up the smaller towel and wrapped it around her head. The larger one she used to run over her arms, and then pulled it around her body. Carefully stepping out of the tub, she finished drying off. Setting the towel over the toilet seat, she sat down and reached for her body lotion; working out in all kinds of weather was hard on the skin.
    She thought back to the way her grandfather kept inviting the hands to dinner; he was practically pimping her out. Taking a deep breath, she calmed down. No, he hadn’t ever treated her like a tool to be used to get a man; she was just so sad about the entire thing.
    Finished with the lotion, she took the towel off her hair and rubbed it a little. It was mostly dry, so she put the two towels back on the rack and took down her nightie from the hook on the bathroom door and pulled it over her head. Turning to the mirror, she put on a stretchy headband; she definitely needed a trim. Then she brushed her teeth and put on her face moisturizer. Was her face one that someone would fall in love with and just have to marry, all in the next ten weeks? Somehow, she had a hard time believing that.
    Getting depressed all over again, she turned off the bathroom light and left to go down the hall to her bedroom. As a teenager, she’d hated not having a connecting bathroom. Now she could move to the master bedroom and have a connecting bath, only habit kept her in the room she’d grown up in. If she were going to have to sell the land in a couple of months, she decided she was moving into the master bedroom tomorrow.
    Marla turned back the covers and sat down on the edge of the bed to check her alarm clock. Alarm set, she saw Rusty come into the room from performing his own last check around the house and settle in his dog bed. She lay down and rolling onto her side, she picked up her e-reader. She had a weakness for erotic romance and loved being able to order books and read them instantly. Reading had the added benefit of letting her forget about her problems for a little while. She buried herself in the world of shifters who knew at a first glance who their mates were. There were also many heroines like her in these books; women with big asses and larger than average