POLKA WITH PAULINE!

Saturday, March 28,  is another book birthday for me! POLKA WITH PAULINE, The Matchmaker’s Ball, book 8, is available in e-book, is in KU, and will soon be in paperback. This stand-alone is a sweet western historical romance. It's on preorder until its release.

Are you getting cabin fever? If you’re at home, why not curl up with a book? There’s a vacation waiting within the pages. Come travel with us!

Here’s the blurb summary of POLKA WITH PAULINE set in the nineteenth century:

Pauline Brubaker arrives in Creede, Colorado from Denver to help care for her aunt while the aunt’s broken leg heals. Her aunt and uncle are special favorites of Pauline’s. They’ve recently retired to Creede due to her uncle’s heart problems. Pauline’s hesitant to give in to her attraction to Creighton because she will only be in Creede the few weeks her aunt needs her help. Her parents and her life are in Denver.

Creighton Reed makes amazing pieces of furniture. They sell as fast as he can create them. Creighton meets Pauline when her aunt and the sponsor of the Matchmaker Balls conspire to have them attend a dance together. He is immediately attracted to Pauline but she gives mixed signals. Later a man who claims to be her fiancé warns Creighton away from her. Creighton is too smart to fall for that.

Two fire bombs destroy Creighton’s workshop and his living quarters in the back, and he’s almost trapped inside. Fortunately, he has purchased a house in order to marry Pauline and had moved some of his things there before the fire. Who sent firebombs into his workshop?  The arsonist must be caught before Pauline, her aunt and uncle, and Creighton are safe.

The Universal Amazon link is https://mybook.to/Pauline 

Here’s an excerpt:

Pauline and Creighton were playing chess when the doorbell chimed. He’d been calling on her two or three times a week.

Uncle Henry folded his newspaper. “Not expecting anyone. I’ll see who that can be.”

Pauline froze when she heard the visitor’s voice. What on earth was he doing here?

Creighton looked up from the chess board and stared at her face. “I should go.”

She reached across the game table and laid her hand on his. “There’s really no reason to leave. Please stay.”

Henry led the way into the parlor. “Jasper Tabor, this is Creighton Reed, a local friend.”

Jasper surveyed the room. “I hope I’m not interrupting your evening.”

He was a handsome man whose attire was neat and of the latest style. His light brown hair was sleek and his handlebar mustache waxed to perfection. She could find no fault with his appearance. She couldn’t pinpoint a single reason for her distrust. Perhaps it was the predatory look in his brown eyes.

Uncle Henry gestured to her and Creighton. “Not at all, Jasper. Creighton is a good friend. Have a seat. What brings you to Creede?”

Jasper sat in the new rocking chair. “Curiosity mostly. I wondered how you’re getting on here. Fred thought I should check on Pauline.”

Pauline stared at him. “Did Papa send you to check up on me?”

I hope this finds you well and content. My routine hasn’t changed much. Hero and I don’t have small children in the house to stay home from school, Hero is retired, and we have enough groceries for a week or two—more if we eat pinto beans and cornbread.

Take care and stay inside your home or in your yard. Stay well, my friends!