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Guest Release Promotion–Winter Fairy Tale

Winter Fairy Tale

Sometimes, to remember all that is best and bright about love, you must go home.

After being dumped by her boyfriend of two years, there is nothing that Sarah Jepsom dreads more than going back home to her marriage-obsessed mother.  To make matters worse, it’s for her little sister’s fairytale wedding on none other than Valentine’s Day.  The only positive note is it will also be a chance to see her dear friend Mark for the first time in a year.

Sarah’s Bridezilla sister Valerie takes it upon herself to invite Sarah’s old high school boyfriend to be her date for the wedding. Nathan is set on renewing their relationship, but old feelings remind Sarah why it didn’t work the first time. When Mark confesses his long-held feelings for her, Sarah is angry and convinced that romance is not for her. Then, her father reminds her of all that is best and bright about love, that can often be found right under our noses.

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AUTHOR BIOS

Laura Lamoreaux is a licensed clinical psychologist, and she drew from her work in therapy to show what living with a mental illness is really like.

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T.L. French is a Junior High English teacher, and provided all of the teaching details included in the story.

LINK: Twitter – @ticilsmith

Valentine’s Day is for Love

Romances are perfect for Valentine’s Day because the stories are always about how two people come together after overcoming their differences or compromising on conflicting goals because the love they have for one another is stronger.

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A  story in my backlist perfect for a Valentine’s Day read is When Lonely Hearts Meet, Book 2 in the “Sugar & Spice Bakery” series.

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Clover Damone travels to Dorado, Texas to handle a family member’s estate. A trip to the Sugar & Spice Bakery involves a mysterious gift—a cowboy gingerbread man cookie. The farmhouse is filled with items that display her aunt & uncle’s enduring love. If only she could find a love like that…

Rancher Wade Pallaton comes to the rescue of an attractive woman in distress…in the paint aisle of a home improvement store. One look sparks his interest, one he thought had died a decade earlier. Divorce made them gun shy about relationships but can Lasso-A-Heart online dating emails entice them to reveal the secrets of their lonely hearts?

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Meet the Authors Opportunity

An event for readers will be held at next month’s CA Dreamin’ conference.  Have you ever wondered about the writers who create those stories you love to read? Or maybe you wanted to express your thanks for the stories that bring you entertainment and allow you to escape for a few hours. Romance readers will have a chance to meet sixty authors, learn about their stories, and ask questions. Attendees will also receive a free tote bag with swag.

I’ll be there sharing a table with Harlequin author Patricia Thayer. A contest is being run on her website for a chance to win your ticket to attend. We have forgotten about our readers who live too far away to attend and have giveaways for you, too. To enter, click here

The event will be held March 25th from 1:30-4PM in Brea, California.

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Free romance stories in celebration of Valentine’s Day

 

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From now through Valentine’s Day on February 14th, you can enjoy these romantic reads from all genres for FREE.

Gingerbread Wishes (Book 1, Sugar & Spice Bakery) by Linda Carroll-Bradd

The Mad Monk’s Treasure by Kris Bock

Beach Blanket Bridesmaid by Margo Bond Collins

Mountain of Lies (Book 1, The Pack) by Jayne Evans

Spirit Awakened (Book 1, Whisper Cove) by Cyndi Faria

My Future Stepbrother by Tina Gayle

Romancing The Null (Book 1, the Outlier Prophesies) by Tina Gower

Pictures of Redemption by Yvonne Kohano

Beach Blanket Bijou by Barbara Cool Lee

Floured (Book 1, A Recipe for Love) by Lane Martin

Returning for Valentine’s by Victoria Pinder

Hot Prairie Nights by Anita Philmar

The Story of a Baron by Linda Rae Sande

The Other Side of the World by Suzanne Whitfield Vince

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Guest Release Promotion–The Crimson Curse by Melissa J. Crispin

Hi Linda, Thank you so much for having me on your blog today!

Tell us a bit about you and your background

I was born and raised in Connecticut where I still live today. I’m married with two kids, and I work full-time for a software company that builds solutions for people in the Finance industry. It’s often challenging to find time to write, but it’s totally worth the effort.

Is your writing style planned or freestyle?

I’m a planner, but I allow my plan to go off the rails if it seems like the right thing to do. I start off by creating a loose outline with all the major turning points of the story, then break it out into scenes. Once I start writing the actual manuscript, I don’t freak out if the story wants to veer off elsewhere. I readjust as I go.

Describe a normal writing day (or period, if you have other employment obligations)

My alarm goes off when it’s still pitch black outside. It’s so early my dog doesn’t even acknowledge it. I slip out of bed, make a large cup of coffee and head to my office. This is a spare room that my awesome husband converted into a writing den for me (yes, I know I’m a lucky gal J).

I proceed to write until it’s time for the kids to get up and ready for school. I get them moving and I get ready for the rest of the day, too. There’s a small window where everyone is all set and I don’t need to leave yet, so I sneak back into the office and use the precious minutes to my advantage.

Once time is up, I head to the day job. I’m usually too beat after work to go back to writing in the evening, but I’ll do it if I’m working on a deadline.

Do you write in a genre other than the one of this release?

Yes! I write in a number of genres. The Crimson Curse is fantasy, a fairy tale retelling of Beauty and the Beast, but I also write YA, sci-fi, and contemporary romance. The one common thread in all of my writing is that I focus on relationships. So, whether my character is a cursed woman in search of true love, an aspiring ballerina who discovers she needs to save the world, or the President’s daughter who falls in love with a galactic garbage man, I try to paint a vivid picture of who is important to them in their world and try to show what they are willing to do for those people.

Are you a pet person? If so, what do you have?

I am a pet person for sure. About three years ago, we rescued a brown and white Siberian Husky. A group of teenagers had found her wandering on the side of the road and took her to a vet. I have a friend who’s involved in helping animals find forever homes, and she told me about this one. My husband and I had another husky before this one, and we adored her. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to have another dog, because I was so heartbroken when she passed.

For anyone who isn’t familiar with this breed, they are very head strong and super stubborn. It turns out this dog had two other homes before us and had been abandoned. My friend asked if I was ready for another dog, and if I wanted to meet her. We decided right away to take her home with us. We had a shaky start, and had to work through some issues because of her past, but it all worked out in the end. She is almost always by my side. It’s so rewarding to know that we saved her and were able to give her the home that she needed.

What do you hope readers gain from your stories?

There are two things I hope a reader can gain from my stories. The first would be a chance to escape from reality for a bit. When I’m immersed in a good book, it’s as if the entire world falls away and I’m living in the story. It’s my hope that I can somehow do the same for others. The other thing would be for the reader to feel, to experience whatever emotion my character is feeling in that moment, too. If I’m able to invoke a spark of happiness, anger, or fear, then I feel like I’ve done my job as a writer.

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Cursed and disfigured, Calliope must find true love before the final leaf falls from the Enchanted Tree. Being bound to her mansion on the outskirts of town leaves her with little hope.

Abandoned by his wife for a wealthy man, Bastian only needs one female in his life, his five-year-old daughter, Yareena. When she goes missing during a raging fire, fate brings him to a strange place where he encounters a woman wearing a golden mask.

An attack by rogues puts Bastian in Calliope’s care. As he struggles against pride and prejudice, Bastian can’t ignore his growing attraction to the kind soul behind the mask.

Yareena and the mansion staff do their best at matchmaking, but Calliope can’t reveal her darkest secret. Will Bastian discover her true beauty before it’s too late?

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Calliope returned her attention to Bastian, grasping his shoulder with a gentle hand and giving him a small shake. When he didn’t stir, she considered how she could clean the wound without undressing him as he slept. She had never taken off a man’s clothing before, and she hardly wanted her first time to be when he wasn’t even aware of her actions. But, no other options seemed available. She started at the bottom button of his shirt, working her way up with trembling fingers, and spreading the fabric apart when the last of the buttons slipped free.

Her eyes roamed his upper body. While she was supposed to be assessing the extent of his injuries, she couldn’t deny the flash of heat that blasted through her at the sight of his bare skin.

She dipped a washcloth in the basin that Mrs. Widdleworth left on the night table, wringing out the excess water. As she dabbed at the gash near his naval, his vulnerability in that moment struck her in a way she had not expected. After their first encounter, she would have predicted his ego to get in the way, choosing to bleed to death in the cold rather than accept anything from her.

Although he suffered a serious injury, his daughter seemed to remain his utmost concern. Could his earlier ill-temper have been an unusual display? A behavior born out of fear for his daughter’s safety?

Maybe she had been wrong about him.

She pressed her lips together, allowing the notion to sink in as she dropped the bloody fabric off to the side, and proceeded to stitch the wound with shaky fingers. When the task was complete, she picked up a fresh cloth to use as a dressing. Relief washed over her as she inspected the area before covering it up. The slice in his flesh went deep, but not nearly as deep as she initially feared. She positioned the bandage and fixed it in place, her gaze catching a thin trail of hair that started under the center of his chest, following the way it continued lower down his body, and even further yet where it dipped beneath his trousers.

“It’s been a long time since a woman has laid her hands on me,” Bastian said, his voice rough.

Calliope jumped, heat infusing her cheeks. “My apologies if this offends. Marcus doesn’t fare well with blood. I had to care for your injury myself.” Her eyes met his, and to her surprise, no anger seemed to stir there.

“I was only teasing.” He swallowed hard, appearing to bite back the immense discomfort he had to be feeling. “Thank you.”

She inclined her head. “You’re welcome.”

“I shouldn’t have been so terse with you earlier. Yareena is my life, and when I couldn’t find her, well…” He reached for his face, pressing the heel of his hand against his jaw. “I lost my sense for a short while. I apologize.”

 

BIO

Melissa J. Crispin lives in Connecticut with her husband, two kids, and an adorable Siberian Husky. She spends her days in the corporate world, and pursues her passion for writing in the late nights and early mornings.

From micro-fiction to novels, Melissa loves to write stories in varying lengths. But, no matter the story, it’s almost always about the romance.

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Guest release promotion–Secret of the Souls by Terri Rochenski

 

Secret of the Souls

Book 2 in the “Pool of the Souls” series

Thrust out of their homes by a human High Priest on a vengeful mission, the Natives of Derlund no longer have a place to call their own. One escaped capture, however, and now she, Hyla, is the only one who can save her people.

For, Hyla, though, saving her nation isn’t her ultimate goal—returning to the Pool of Souls is. Becoming its Guardian and preserving their faith is her heart’s desire. The perils of her current journey, though, could leave her unable to fulfill that dream.

To find her way back to the Pool, Hyla must live among dangerous, powerful humans willing to defend the Natives, and must submit herself—her Talents—to them. While her protection is paramount, plots to end Hyla’s life will push her to her physical and emotional limits.

On the edge of sanity, her courage tested, and convictions nearly broken, Hyla’s final test of loyalty to her faith comes with the death of one she could have loved.

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Terri started writing stories in the 8th grade when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with storytelling.

Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her three young children allow. When not playing toys, picking them back up, or kissing boo-boos, she can be found sprawled on the couch with a book or pencil in hand, and toothpicks propping her eyelids open.
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Guest Release Promotion–Tad’s Treasure by Shanna Hatfield

Today marks the last day of the releases in the “Grandma’s Wedding Quilts” series.

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He never intended to fall in love with her…

Tad Palmer makes a promise to his dying friend to watch over the man’s wife and child. Years later, he continues to keep an eye on Posey Jacobs and her precocious little boy. The only problem is that he’s not sure his heart can withstand the vow he made when he falls in love with the widow and her son.

Posey Jacobs misses her beloved husband, but her wrenching grief has given way to hope for the future as she finds herself falling deeper and deeper in love with Tad Palmer. However, the infuriating man doesn’t seem to notice her interest and treats her as he would his sister.

Throw in a goat who thinks she’s a dog, a town full of quirky characters, and this widow has her work cut out for her if she wants one handsome cowboy to give her his heart.

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She accepted the small parcel, wrapped in a scrap of blue cloth and tied with a bit of string. “What’s this?” Her eyes lifted to his in question.

“Just something I made.” Tad stepped back and shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets.

With him eyeing her expectantly, Posey untied the string then turned back the fabric, revealing a piece of leather shaped like the finger of a glove.

Uncertain, she looked to Tad.

He grinned and picked up the leather sleeve, sliding it over the middle finger on her right hand. The soft leather molded to her finger. “It’s a quilting thimble. I thought you might like it, rather than a traditional hard thimble.”

“Oh, it’s lovely, Tad.” Posey sat in the chair next to the quilt and picked up the needle she’d poked into the fabric to mark her place. She quickly quilted several stitches then smiled up at him. “It’s wonderful, Tad! I love it!” Without giving a thought to her actions, she jumped to her feet and offered him an exuberant hug. “Thank you!”

 

Although he hesitated at first, eventually his arms wrapped around her and he returned her hug. His chuckles vibrated through her as she stood with her cheek pressed against his chest. “If I’d known I’d get a reaction like this out of you, I would have made that silly thing a long time ago.”

Posey grinned. “Just imagine what might happen if you make me another.”

He made a sound deep in his throat that could have been a growl before he expelled a long sigh and stepped away from her.

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Guest Release Promotion–Gloria’s Song by Kathryn Albright

Thank you, Linda, for having me on your blog today! I am so excited to be a part of this amazing group of writers that have come together to write their stories for Grandma’s Wedding Quilts. Each of these ‘sweet and clean’ books feature a quilt with a different design. The pattern of the quilt in my story is the Flower Basket design.

BasketFlower Basket quilts were a big deal in the settling of this country. Pottery and china easily broke on the long wagon journey across the plains, but baskets, along with wooden and tin items, endured. Here is a picture of the flower basket design. This quilt belongs to one of my neighbors.

 

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Gloria Palmer has always done the proper thing expected of her as the daughter of a shipping tycoon. The approval of her family and friends mean everything. And yet, when the perfect suitor offers for her… she hesitates.

Colin McDougal has little use for those living on the fancy side of the trolley tracks. He’s too busy managing the family pub and, in his spare time, writing down the lively tunes in his head. So, when Miss Palmer asks for his help to prepare for a music audition, he is flummoxed. What does he know of highbrow music?

But with each practice session, their feelings for each other grow. When it comes time for Gloria to make a choice between what is proper and what she desires, will she realize that if music can cross class lines—and the trolley tracks in town—perhaps it can also harmonize two hearts.

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Kathryn Albright writes sweet western historical romance. Her stories celebrate courage and hope with a dash of adventure. Kathryn’s stories have been finalists in the distinguished RWA Golden Heart® and the HOLT Medallion, as well as several other industry contests. She enjoys road trips with her husband (when he drives) and being caught up in a good story. She lives with her family in the rural Midwest.

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Release Promotion–Ione’s Dilemma

Now here’s my entry in the “Grandma’s Wedding Quilts” series. I set this story in my “Dorado, Texas” world so many of the secondary characters are known to my readers. But that won’t stop your enjoyment–the story stands on its own merit.

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When Ione Forrester calls off her wedding, she becomes the social pariah of Des Moines. Much to her society parents’ chagrin. To escape the gossip, Ione accepts a teaching job in Dorado, Texas, vowing to avoid scandal at all costs. Relocating from a doctor’s household with cook and maids to a room in a boarding house is quite an adjustment. Then she has to face her biggest challenge—a schoolhouse full of students.

Carpenter Morgan Shipley’s business is doing well and now he’s looking for companionship. An ad for a mail-order bride brings a deluge of letters, which prove more than he can handle. To his surprise, an intriguing woman from a big city arrives in his small Texas town. Correspondence is nothing like interacting with a flesh-and-blood woman every day. But gossip-leery Ione wants nothing to do with Morgan’s attempts at courting, which makes him try even harder.

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Morgan tracked the woman’s progress around the backs of the occupied chairs to the empty one to Penn’s right. He noticed everyone else watched her movements, as well. Strangers in this small town were always objects of speculation—like he’d engaged in hours earlier. Lowering to his seat, he again forced himself to look away to avoid appearing rude.

“Ivey, will you announce tonight’s menu?” Missus Treadwell unfolded her napkin then started serving big spoonfuls onto plates and passing them.

As she pointed to the meat platter, Ivey grinned. “The main course is a ragout of pork with mushrooms, wild onions, and turnips.” She gestured toward other bowls. “Mashed potatoes with chopped garlic and parsley, pickled beets and artichoke hearts, buttered corn, and rolls.” She removed the cover from the closest bowl and scooped a spoonful of potatoes onto the plate before handing it to her left. “As is probably obvious, I’m the cook here at the boardinghouse.”

“Berg Spengler, town blacksmith.” The bear of a man ducked his head as he passed the plate.

“I’m Maisie Treadwell, and I’m the maid.” The woman with honey-blonde hair served a portion of beets and handed the plate top the next person, quickly repeating the gesture with the next one.

“I hope the potatoes don’t have too much garlic.” A dark-haired boarder giggled. “I have to work tonight.” She added a serving of cut corn and passed the plate. “Oh, I’m Olivia Domingo, and I am a barmaid at the Golden Door.”

Morgan glanced across the table in time to see the new woman’s eyes shoot wide and her backbone straighten before she passed the plate to Penn.

Then she pulled her expression back to neutral. “My turn, I suppose.” The stranger leaned forward and gave a little wave.

Ah, she speaks. Morgan savored the sweet sound of her voice.

“My name is Ione Forrester, and I have been hired to be Dorado’s new schoolteacher.”

“Welcome to Dorado, Miss Forrester. We’re glad you’ve joined us.” The rapid words spewed from his mouth before Morgan gave them any thought. Which made him look like an awkward schoolboy.

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Guest Release Promotion–Zebulon’s Bride by Patricia PacJac Carroll

Here’s another entry in the “Grandma’s Wedding Quilts” series.

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He’s vowed not to marry until he reaches Montana. Then he meets Amy, and she has other ideas.

Zebulon Benton dreams of going to Montana, but he’s the only son and his mother doesn’t want him to go and his father needs help with the family store. Unknown to Zeb, his mother sends off for a mail order bride. After all, if Zeb marries and settles down, he won’t want to leave.

Enter Amy Gordon from New York. She appears to be the perfect bride for Zeb. Except she also wants to go to Montana and nothing is going to stop her including her love for Zeb.

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Amy Gordon brushed the ever-present dust from her dress. She’d heard that Mrs. Chandler warned that her girls must be neat and proper, or she’d not match them to the perfect man. Well, being a lowly milkmaid didn’t leave her much opportunity to remain clean.

As it was, she’d traded her milking duty for gardening with Angela. Hah, yanking up weeds was hardly keeping her much cleaner than messing with the ornery cows. If only Papa hadn’t died a pauper, her life would have been different.

“Enough of that.” Amy wiped her hands again and made sure to get all the dirt from her nails which wasn’t that hard as she’d chewed them all down to the fingertips anyway. She sighed. If she’d been born a boy, she’d have already made her way west.

What had she read in the paper, Go West young man. Why was it that women were always left home? Thank Providence that Mrs. Chandler had taken an interest in the plight of young women.

She rushed up the cobblestone street to the big house on the corner, stopped to dip her hands in the water trough by the side of the road, and washed her face and hands. Another dip and she plastered the loose ends of her hair to make them stay down.

“That’s as good as I get with what I’ve got.” She smiled, put her head up, and walked as gracefully as she knew how up the steps to the two-story house. The place had a fairy tale look with turrets on each side. Painted a light blue with a shiny tile roof of dark red, the stately place set her imagination to work wondering what kind of magical woman Mrs. Chandler must be.

Amy stared at the intricately carved, wooden door, crossed her heart, and knocked.

The door creaked open. A rather stoic-looking butler questioned her with beady eyes. “Yes. Is Madam expecting you?”

Not really. But he didn’t have to know that. “I am Amy Gordon. I have come to find the perfect match for me in the west.”

He stepped back and gestured for her to enter. “I will notify Mrs. Chandler.”

She stood in the foyer and marveled at a marble floor so shiny that she could see her reflection. A far cry from the dirt floor of the shed she called home. She lived behind the barn that housed the cows she was in charge of milking. She bit her lip, hoping Angela remembered to be gentle with the young heifer that’d given birth two weeks ago.

She waited.

After a moment, shoes tapping on the hard floor, he came out of a room. “She will see you now. Do you have your papers?”

Papers? No. What, was she supposed to be, a prized animal with a pedigree? She chose not to answer and instead, walked down the hall and into the room from where he’d come.

Books lined one wall. A piano against the window. And in the center, the most luxurious sofa and chairs she’d ever seen with velvety dark blue swirls adorned with red roses. And in a matching high-back chair sat a woman who looked as if she were a queen on a throne.

The woman waved her over. “Well, don’t just stand there. Do you have your papers?”

Amy strode to her. “What I have is standing before you. I’m young, strong, and have a desire to go west and marry a man. I will make him the perfect wife. I am not afraid of hard work or hardly anything else.”

The woman, who with her silver hair piled high atop her head, had enough wrinkles to be in her sixties. “I’m Mrs. Chandler. You’re a pertinent young thing. Could be pretty though.” She put a gnarled hand under Amy’s chin and lifted her head. “You have your teeth?”

“All of them. I bathe and am self-educated.”

“Hmm, so you can read?”

“Yes.” Amy left her, went to the bookshelf, and pulled out Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. With a confident voice, she read the first page. At least Papa had left her with a love for books and introduced her to the public library at an early age.

Mrs. Chandler sat back on her throne. “So you can read. Why do you think I would have a man for you?”

Amy’s resolve cracked. She replaced the book and went to stand in front of her. “Because you are my last hope at happiness.”

The woman’s eyes opened wide with interest. “I see. And you don’t mind going west to wild lands and possibly wilder men?”

“No, I am not afraid.”

“Of anything?” Mrs. Chandler raised her left eyebrow.

The truth. Tell her the truth. The advice reverberated from her soul. Squaring her shoulders, Amy looked the woman straight in the eye. “I am afraid of … horses.”

“Horses? Have you considered that a man of the west will more than likely ride horses, maybe even raise them?”

“I said I was afraid of them, but I have learned that any fear can be overcome. I will do what I have to.”

Shuffling though some papers, Mrs. Chandler pulled out a piece of paper on stationary decorated with roses. “I received this request just yesterday. A man named Zebulon in Colorado is seeking the perfect wife with blond hair.” She ran a finger over the stationary and frowned. “Though just what kind of man would write on such a flowery and perfumed paper makes me wonder of his, well, his masculinity. Perhaps, you would care to take a chance on this,” she looked down. “Zebulon Benton.”

A grin broke free from Amy’s lips. “Yes. I am sure I can make him the perfect wife.”

“Very well, I will send a reply. I suppose you don’t have money to get there do you?”

“No, ma’am, unless three dollars will cover the cost.” Amy’s hopes trembled. Would lack of money once again deny her dreams?

With a smile, Mrs. Chandler stood and came to her.

Amy didn’t back away.

Wrapping her in a hug, the woman placed the letter in her hand. “Perhaps you would care to read about the man you’re going to marry?”

Taking the flowery stationary, she read a letter that sounded a bit desperate, although the man thought much of himself. He wrote in a flowing handwriting how he was tall and handsome with dark hair and bright blue eyes. And prosperous. She handed the letter back. “I’m ready to go.”

“I don’t usually do this, but you are a most unusual, young woman. I admire your fire and confidence. I’ll pay your way and give you a healthy stipend. I’ll send a reply to Zebulon Benton, today. Give your notice to whoever it is that you work for. I will send Otto with the carriage to pick you up and take you to the train station tomorrow. The letter should arrive in Colorado the same day you do. Don’t disappoint me. I expect every girl I send to marry the man I pair her with.”

“I will not disappoint you.” Amy started for the door and stopped. “Thank you, Mrs. Chandler.”

The woman smiled with a gleam in her eyes. “I hope your dreams are realized.”

“I’ll make sure they are.” She curtseyed and then in a rush hugged the older lady.

Mrs. Chandler gasped and disentangled herself. “Be on your way now. Find Otto and tell him where to pick you up.”

Amy practically ran back to the farm. She was going west. Now, she’d pray that this Zebulon Benton with the flowery stationary and proud letter would be man enough to take her as his bride.

PacJac

 

Patricia PacJac Carroll~ I am a writer, Christian first, and blessed beyond my imagination. I live in the Dallas-Ft Worth area of Texas with my wonderful treasure of a husband, my spoiled dog, Jacs, and my awesome son, Josh. Did I say I was blessed? The PacJac is from my initials and my husbands. I wouldn’t be able to write if it weren’t for him. I love adventure and the open road. The stories of the western era have always been a favorite of mine. I enjoy writing, and my goal is to write stories readers will enjoy.

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