Widow Amy Northe hasn’t known a man’s company in the six years since her husband died. That all changes the night her son comes in from chores with two strangers in tow. Kenneth and Leon are seeking shelter, and though Amy wants to turn them away, she can’t. There’s a blizzard moving through the Utah mountains, and Leon’s busted ankle has him teetering on the edge of consciousness. She does the only thing she can and takes them in, unaware of the secrets these young men hide.<br><br>Kenneth doesn’t want to take advantage of the older woman’s hospitality, even though she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. But Leon needs help and Amy is a nurse. If he has to satisfy his desire for her with covert trysts with Leon, then that’s what he’ll do, especially since he’s too much of a gentleman to ever think of making advances.<br><br>Until she makes one herself. Then everything changes. For all of them.

Stealing Northe

“Of course you’ll know. I’m an awful liar…” A long pause, and Amy held her breath, waiting for a more concrete confirmation. “I can’t stop thinking about her. She’s…the most beautiful thing…”


She had to bite her lower lip to keep from making a sound. Nobody had called her beautiful in so many years, not since Ernest, and especially never by a young, handsome man like Kenneth.


“I saw you. Watching her when she was doing the laundry.”


Silence. Amy leaned closer to the crack of the curtain, straining to hear. Not silence. Breathing. Both of them. Heavily.


“She leaned forward…” Leon grunted, cleared his throat. “The water splashed so you could see her nipples if you were looking. You were looking, weren’t you, Kenny boy?”


“I was looking. At her whole body. Her shoulders, and her bottom, and her legs. I don’t want to talk about her…”


“Because…it’ll never be anything except talk.”


Chapter 11