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!
