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Promotion for the Proxy Bride Series

This month, the many authors are spreading the word about this historical romance series containing 71 stories that has been fantastically popular.

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I contributed two stories to the series, described below.

A Bride for Cody, book 42 (86 reviews)

Veteran Cody Sheffield went from surviving the Civil War to spending years building the Transcontinental Railroad. Finally, he finds solace on an uncle’s apple farm in southern California. A change in family circumstances demands he seek a bride.

Nurse Riona Gilbride pitched in to do her part when the war came to her hometown of Harpers Ferry. Years later, she’s still tending others when she realizes the time has come to care for herself, and she answers an ad in a matchmaking newsletter.

Expectations and temperaments clash. Soon, both Cody and Riona wonder if their decision to marry without meeting beforehand is a huge mistake.

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A Bride for Jordan, book 54 (85 reviews)

With a book deadline hanging over his head, Wyoming veterinarian Jordan Vardon needs a stenographer…fast. A contact made through a college friend puts him in touch with a lady from Chicago. A marriage-of-convenience is essential for propriety’s sake. He’s planning on a six-month commitment to get his book written and then file for annulment. What he didn’t count on is the attention the lovely Senta Volney attracts upon her arrival.

Tired of living where women have no legal rights, Senta jumps at the chance to use her shorthand and typing skills to help a Wyoming man write a book. Although she dislikes the idea of leaving her close-knot family, she yearns to live where she has the rights that go along with being an American citizen. A proxy marriage is expected due to the upcoming close working relationship. What surprises her is how well she gets along with Jordan. But he really should have mentioned his profession because she’s never been around animals. Can she adapt to the country life? Will Jordan have the heart to end their in-name-only arrangement?

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Holiday titlepromotion–A Christmas Tree for Trudel

Mail-Order Brides’ First Christmas, book 12

1890, Bear Valley, CA

Rancher Gibson Bartleigh travels to Pine Knot to investigate how his younger brother was swindled out of his mining claim. He finds the suspect, businessman Bernard Heinrik, at a poker table and squares off opposite him. Gib goads the man into betting big, staking the mining claim and then ends up with the winning hand and retrieves the deed. Goal achieved, he heads back to the hotel, planning how he’ll leave in the morning and arrive triumphant in Redlands at the family home in time for holiday festivities.

Mail-order bride Trudel Andersen traveled from Los Angeles to Pine Knot to meet up with her fiancé, Mister Heinrik, with whom she’s been corresponding for several months. But he’s a day overdue in meeting her. She waits in the hotel lobby with her lace-making materials and her little dog, Butterscotch. Released from the orphanage two months earlier, Trudel has been on her own and terrified she will always be so.

When Gibson realizes he’s the cause for the lovely lady’s misfortune, he’s stuck with a dilemma. If he confesses what he did, he’ll have to offer the woman a ride back to where she came from. Propriety demands they marry, and both agree it’s only for the duration of the trip. But will forced proximity deepen the relationship into something more?

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EXCERPT

His stomach rumbled, reminding him he’d skipped the noon meal so he wouldn’t lose his chair at the high-stakes table. He descended the wooden steps that bowed under his weight and stepped onto the path that had been packed down through the snow drifts at the side of the street. A breeze chilled his neck, and he flipped up the sheepskin collar on his long, woolen-lined coat. Sunlight faded fast in the mountains, and only the tips of the firs to the west blazed with golden light.

Jogging the last few steps to avoid a buckboard, Gibson reached the hotel, stomped his boots on the bristly mat, and pushed open the front door. Warm air that smelled of cooking meat greeted his nose, and he couldn’t hold back a grin. Elton’s claim was secured. If Gibson left tomorrow, he could drop in at his mother’s birthday celebration in Redlands before traveling west to his small ranch in Walnut Valley.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Bartleigh.” Bill Walters, the hotel clerk, lifted the gate on the pass-through then scurried around the end of the polished registration counter.

“Afternoon, Walters. Is the restaurant open yet?”

“Just fifteen more minutes, sir. Perhaps you can help me with an urgent matter, first.” His lips pursed under a thin blond moustache, and his gaze shot to the left and back.

Gib shrugged out of his coat and tossed it over his arm. “What’s that?”

“Well, sir, a woman arrived yesterday, and she’s asking after Bing Heinrik.” Walters cupped a hand at the side of his mouth. “Says she’s his fiancée, and he was to meet her here this morning.” With each sideways roll of his eyes, the clerk’s head jerked. “But I haven’t seen him at all today. Someone mentioned he played in a game with you at Two Pistols. Is that true?”

At the mention of his poker opponent, Gibson froze. Heinrik’s words—“delivery of a package…cut workload in half…life will be easier”—flooded his brain. His jaw tensed. He’d thought the braggart meant a new piece of logging machinery when he’d really been talking about a wife. With a slow move, he turned toward the grouping of upholstered chairs around the potbellied stove.

There sat a small woman with brown hair, her head bent over a pair of knitting needles. At her feet curled a scruffy bit of a dog and at the side of her chair stood a pile of various-sized luggage.

His gut clenched. Bing’s exit at a dead-run out the back door now made sense. He wouldn’t be coming to claim his bride.

At that moment, the woman looked up, and her body stilled, her eyes rounding. Then she scooped up the critter and dashed across the foyer. “Is this the man, Mr. Walters? Can he help us find Mister Heinrik?”

Of all the dumb luck. Gib did his best to keep a straight expression.

“Miss Trudel Arensen, I present Mr. Gibson Bartleigh. And yes, he’s the one you’re waiting on.” Introductions complete, Bill ducked his head and returned to the registration counter, suddenly intent on straightening the keys in the cubbyholes.

Out of habit, Gibson pulled off his hat. “Pleasure, ma’am.” He couldn’t help but stare. Her widened eyes were a clear blue-gray, set into a heart-shaped face with the perfect bow mouth.

“I’m looking for my intended, Mr. Bing Heinrik. We have an arrangement, um…” Her chin dropped, and she stroked the small dog’s fur several times before squaring her shoulders and looking up. “You have a kind face, and I feel I must trust someone.”

Him, a kind face? If the woman only knew. Shaking his head, Gibson held up a staying hand. This situation was not his business. “Probably I’m the wrong—”

“A mail-order bride, that’s what I am. There, I said it aloud.” Her cheeks bloomed a bright pink, and she bit at her plump lower lip.

An action that should not be as intriguing as it was. He focused on her words. What kind of woman traveled by herself to meet a complete stranger? He had two younger sisters, and if one of them ever suggested becoming involved in such a dangerous arrangement, he would put a definite stop to such foolishness.

What should he do? Knowing the truth of the situation as he did, letting her continue talking felt wrong.

Backlist holiday promotion–A Promise for Christmas

After a decade serving as a governess for a wealthy Chicago family, lively Fiona Carthage is ousted from her job and their house. She turns to the Matrimonial News and responds to an ad from a Colorado storeowner. Anson Lorentz, a man who prizes routine and a quiet life, sees the happiness a mail-order bride brought his friend and takes a chance on bringing a bride to Gunnison City. Fiona works to make his house into a real home. Her arrival sets his household upside down, which causes friction for this new couple.

Will Anson stand by his promise to provide Fiona a secure home, or will his newly discovered family ties sway his allegiance?

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EXCERPT

Why hadn’t they written physical descriptions of one another?

A few more seconds passed before a woman with auburn hair topped by a black hat paused at the highest step. She glanced around the immediate area then rested her gloved hand in the porter’s to disembark from the railcar.

Although not a close observer of women’s fashions, he’d seen enough sketches in the Montgomery Ward catalog to know her long coat was a style normally worn by women in a big city. As he approached, he took in her short stature and worried she lacked a scarf or muff. A frown pinched his features before he forced a smile. “Miss Carthage?”

The woman started then looked up. “’Tis I. And glad I am to have finally arrived. Are ye Mister Lorentz?” She glanced at the porter and nodded then stepped forward and extended a gloved hand. “Happy I am to meet ye.”

The lilting cadence of her soft voice was as he imagined—similar to Vika’s, yet all her own. Anson accepted the handclasp and squeezed, liking the connection with this pretty woman. She barely came up to his shoulder in height. “As am I.” Her chin was a bit pointed, but her lips looked well shaped, and her nose was straight. But her doe-like, wide-set eyes held him captive. Fiona Carthage was here, right here in his hometown. A day-long knot that sat in the pit of his stomach loosened. He released her hand then swept an arm toward the back of the train. “What luggage did you bring?”

“This satchel I’m carrying and a single trunk. Not much in the way of worldly possessions, ye might say. Mostly because in me past position, me employers provided me with everything I needed.” She ducked her head, and her shoulders raised and dropped. When she lifted her head, she smiled. “But I’m here to start anew.”

He debated about taking the satchel but figured he’d need both hands for carrying the larger item. “We’ll collect the truck and be on our way to my store.” Knowing the reverend expected them at the top of the hour, he set off toward the baggage car where he saw luggage being unloaded. At the second car from where they’d met, he didn’t hear an echo of footsteps beside him and glanced over his shoulder.

“Mister Lorentz, me stride is a wee bit shorter.” Pale faced, she approached then paused, pressing a hand to her left side. “I fear I canna catch me breath.” Her eyes widened, and she swayed, bringing up a hand to her forehead. “Oh.”

What to do? He couldn’t let her fall, but would she object if he embraced her? At the shuffling of her shoes against the planks, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and supported her back. “Take it easy. Just breathe deep.”

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Backlist holiday promotion–A Vow for Christmas

In the three years since his beloved wife died, rancher Chad Rutherford has done the best for his family. But with his sister leaving the family ranch to get married, he needs to find someone to keep house and tend his kids so he places an ad for a mail-order bride.

Left on her own by her brother’s murder, spinster Vika Carmichael must find a way to life. An ad for a mail-order bride from a widower with small children seems like the perfect fit. Until she arrives in Gunnison, Colorado Territory, and wonders if room for her exists in their hearts.

Will two proud individuals find a way to work together, or will their marriage vow be broken before Christmas?

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EXCERPT

After scooting away from the steps, she scanned the area and focused on a tall man with a wide-brimmed hat shading his face. He stood against the depot wall, away from the crush of people, with a small child clasping both of his large hands. His height and bulk dwarfed the wee ones. A thick coat hung unbuttoned from broad shoulders. From the angle of his body, she assumed he looked in her direction, but she couldna be sure. Lifting the front of her skirts, she took slow steps, inching her way through the crowd until she stood only a few feet away and tipped back her head. She gazed into the darkest eyes she’d ever seen. “Mister Rutherford?”

He nodded. “Miss Carmichael?”

The relief of arriving and making the anticipated connection tumbled her stomach. “I am pleased to be making yer acquaintance.” Seeing no offer of a handshake greeting, she dropped a shallow curtsey then glanced at the wide-eyed children now pressed against their father’s legs. “Oh, and the wee bairns. What be their names?” Smiling, she glanced upward to see his dark brows slam into a frown. Reviewing what she’d said, she realized in her excitement, she lapsed into her native brogue. “Sorry, I meant children.”

Mister Rutherford shook his left hand. “My son is Lance, and he’s five years old.” Then he wiggled his right hand. “My daughter is Guinie, and she’s three.” He crouched down to their level and glanced between them. “Children, here is the woman I told you about. Miss Carmichael has come to live with us.”

“No, Daddy! Want Auntie Caro.” Guinie shook her head then buried her face in her father’s neck.

Vika stiffened. Never in her thoughts of her new life had she worried about having to win over the children…only their father. Hoping for a friendlier reception, she looked toward the boy who stared with an unflinching, brown-eyed gaze. “Making new friends is hard.” She glanced at the father who patted his daughter’s back and wished the right words sprang from her lips. But she was so tired and hungry she couldna think straight. From a distance, she heard a faint yip and turned toward the back of the train. Biscuit. Of course. “I brought a surprise I think ye’ll like.”

Mister Rutherford straightened. “We’d best collect your luggage. Come along, children.” He urged them forward.

She was left staring at the backs of the three people who looked like a self-contained unit. Did room exist for her in any of their hearts?

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Release Promotion–Holle

In Holle Berthold’s experience, love is a curse. She’s been engaged twice and a mail-order bride once but remains unmarried. Her first fiancé died, and the second one jilted her two days before the wedding. Then the man who paid for her train ticket to bring her to Montana as a mail-order bride rejected her because of her partial deafness. Abandoned, she must find a job and settles in a working-class neighborhood just like the one she hoped to escape.

Widower Eduard Lambrecht never thought he’d love again. He discovers his late wife’s Christmas quilt suffered in storage since the last season. He takes it to a seamstress shop, where he learns the woman with the skills to repair it is also the mail-order bride his cousin rejected. Unaccustomed to facing open hostility, he works to gain the woman’s trust and establish her in the town’s German community. A near tragedy draws them close, but is it enough to base a future on?

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What could he be apologizing for? The longer he paced, the tighter the air in her chest caught.

He dug a hand into his front pocket. “Here’s five dollars. That’s all I’m carrying. I’m so sorry.” After setting the coins on the bench beside her, he straightened. “I wish you the best, Miss Berthold.” Following his statement, he turned, settled the hat on his head, and walked out the depot door. Within seconds, he stepped into the street and disappeared in the wagon and horse traffic.

Sounds wavered. What am I to do? Her vision narrowed to the space right in front of her with blackness circling the edges. I have no money to go elsewhere. She collected the coins into her hands and held tight, hunching her shoulders. Rejected again. The tick-tock of the regulator clock on the wall provided a steady rhythm that she tried to follow and put order to her wild thoughts. Her belongings wouldn’t arrive for several days on the freight wagon. Until that time, she had to secure lodgings. But then what?

Holle’s breaths came too fast, and a trickle of perspiration inched down her spine. She rolled her shoulders and released her gripped fingers, one at a time, and assessed her situation. Abandoned in a strange town hundreds of miles away from anyone she knew.

How had she put herself in this vulnerable position…again?

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Release Day for Rosie’s Gamble

As arable farmland grows scarce, the United States opens up former sections of Indian Territory for homesteading. Those who want to claim land must make a run for it.

After seeing her mother die in childbirth, Rosabelle Ardmore decides to become a doctor. Her self-funded education takes longer than she’d hoped. When she returns to the job promised upon her graduation, she discovers the hometown doctor has died. His replacement has no use for a female doctor. Nor do two other offices where she applied. Rosie takes a chance on answering an ad for a mail-order bride for a man intent on the Cherokee Strip Land Run. Surely, people populating a new town will accept medical care wherever they can get it.

Beck Shepherd returned empty-handed from the 1889 Oklahoma land run. Trying it alone didn’t work. He vows to win a plot this time, but he needs a partner to achieve his dream of opening a mercantile. The easiest way is to arrange for a wife so he places an ad in a matrimonial newsletter. Ideally, level-headed Beck would like more time to decide, but Rosie’s two letters reveal the heart of a woman as determined as he is for a new start. But her bold plan for securing a claim might be the act that tears them apart…forever.

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New Release–A Christmas Tree for Trudel

1890, Bear Valley, CA

Rancher Gibson Bartleigh travels to Pine Knot to investigate how his younger brother was swindled out of his mining claim. He finds the suspect, businessman Bernard Heinrik, at a poker table and squares off opposite him. Gib goads the man into betting big, staking the mining claim and then ends up with the winning hand and retrieves the deed. Goal achieved, he heads back to the hotel, planning how he’ll leave in the morning and arrive triumphant in Redlands at the family home in time for holiday festivities.

Mail-order bride Trudel Andersen traveled from Los Angeles to Pine Knot to meet up with her fiancé, Mister Heinrik, with whom she’s been corresponding for several months. But he’s a day overdue in meeting her. She waits in the hotel lobby with her lace-making materials and her little dog, Butterscotch. Released from the orphanage two months earlier, Trudel has been on her own and terrified she will always be so.

When Gibson realizes he’s the cause for the lovely lady’s misfortune, he’s stuck with a dilemma. If he confesses what he did, he’ll have to offer the woman a ride back to where she came from. Propriety demands they marry, and both agree it’s only for the duration of the trip. But will forced proximity deepen the relationship into something more?

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New holiday series revealed

Today at the Lovely Romance Sweet Clean Readers Facebook group, several authors will reveal a bit about their stories for a new series. Mail Order Bride’s First Christmas will feature historical stories set from 1800 through 1920 and in a location with trees. Prizes offered.

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My story is A Christmas Tree for Trudel and the location will be based on the southern California mountains where I live.

 

Release day for Hazelanne

This novella is my second title in the multi-author series titled “The Widows of Wildcat Ridge” which is set in 1884 Utah Territory.

Hazelanne Pitts dreams of more in life than the responsibilities of raising her five younger siblings to assist a sickly mother. Secretly, she corresponds with a rancher in Wildcat Ridge, Utah Territory, who wants a mail-order bride. When the money for the stagecoach ticket arrives, she sets off to be married. But a week later, a mine explosion claims the life of her new groom. Struggling to tend the ranch chores on her own, she becomes injured and doesn’t know if she can ride to town for help.

A pretty sweet-natured passenger, Hazelanne, caught stagecoach shotgun rider Brice MacAndrew’s eye when she traveled to Wildcat Ridge. Hearing she was the mail-order bride of Clay Oliphant, a known drunkard, didn’t sit well. After the mine disaster, Brice goes out to the Oliphant ranch and finds an injured Hazelanne who is on the edge of collapse. The only way he can help is to offer a marriage of convenience. Can the ranch become the haven both are looking for?

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I have ARC copies available for those willing to post a review. Reviews posted within seven days of receipt earn the reviewer a chance at a $10 Amazon card or choice of three backlist titles. Email l.carrollbradd@gmail.com to receive a copy and mention this blog post.

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

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

Zebulon'sBride

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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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EXCERPT

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.

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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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