VALENTINE'S SPECIAL BONUS

Just in time for Valentine’s Day reading—here is my boxed set HEARTS AND FLOWERS. The set contains three western historical romance novellas already for sale, but readers get one free by buying the boxed set. Three for the price of two—win/win.

You know I love writing and my readers. Boxing these three novellas to give readers a bonus is my way of saying thanks for your loyalty in buying my books. I appreciate and adore each of you for making me an Amazon bestselling author of western historical romance.

Here are the three in HEARTS AND FLOWERS:

SAVE YOUR HEART FOR ME is one of my favorite of my works. Probably the reason is that the heroine’s mom is named for my own mother, Lena Mae Phifer. The heroine is named for my mom’s sister, Elizabeth Margaret Phifer. Although my aunt was never called Beth, she is in this novella. The handsome hero, Matt, has to unravel mysteries, stop a murder, and recover kidnap victims. Of course, the lovely heroine does her share. This novella is sensual.

HAPPY IS THE BRIDE is a hectic tale of a wedding in which whatever can go wrong does. But Beth Pendleton and Mason Whittaker become married and found their own family. I thought of this story as sweet until a stuffy review accusing me of writing . . . well, never mind. It is sensual, especially the epilogue.  No one is murdered, no one is kidnapped, no crimes occur—at least not actual crimes. A few things deserve a slap or two from our heroine, but all ends well.

LONG WAY HOME is set in Georgia near the end of the Civil War. Parmelia Bailey is left in charge of her extended family while the men are off at War. That includes her brother’s fiancé and her family, who must be rescued from approaching fighting. Parmelia risks a lot to bring the Hardeman women to stay at her grandmother’s home. Darrick McDonald, Parmelia’s true love who moved away, has returned wearing  Union blue. This is the only time I have set an entire story outside Texas. 

Buy the boxed set here:

http://www.amazon.com/Hearts-Flowers-Caroline-Clemmons-ebook/dp/B00IAUKGG0/ref=sr_1_19?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1392147983&sr=1-19&keywords=caroline+clemmons

Bless y’all!

Caroline

Thanks for stopping by!

BOOK COVERS ENTICE US

We’ve all heard the old adage about judging a book by its cover. Do you? There are authors whose books I read regardless of the cover because I know they deliver the kind of book I love reading. But I admit the cover makes a lot of difference when I select a book by an author whose work I haven’t previously read.

That’s why my husband and I recently changed the cover for HAPPY IS THE BRIDE. This book is only 99 cents, and has sold well. We’ve never been happy with the cover, though. Recently, when looking for cover art for another book, I came across the perfect image for HAPPY IS THE BRIDE. You probably heard me yelling “Hooray” from wherever you live. ☺

The story is one I wrote when under contract to Kensington. I had written a novella for this anthology, but the editor didn’t like it because it had murder and kidnapping in it. When I asked what she wanted instead, she said a historic wedding version of “America’s Funniest Home Videos.” Now she told me. Why not when we contracted for the novella?

For me, seeing a bride’s veil catch on fire or her falling into her wedding cake is so not funny. But, money is money, right? So I wrote the book, but told the story my way.

Beth Pendleton and Mason Whittaker, in my opinion, make a wonderful couple. He has been in love with Beth all his life. She thinks of him as her best friend, like a brother. Brother? Ugh. That’s not what he wants from her, but he’s willing to settle for her friendship. But is it only friendship?

This was a fun story to write. I asked friends for their wedding horror stories. Oh, my stars, some of the things people endured to please family and friends with a huge wedding. Many anecdotes, even though true, were unbelievable. You know what Tom Clancy said: “The difference between fiction and life is that fiction has to make sense.”

By this time, I time ran short until the deadline and I grew desperate. Never in my life had I been late for a deadline for newspaper stories or books. Friends at my Yellow Rose Romance Writers of America Chapter (especially Geri Foster and Brenda Chitwood) helped me plot this book at our first annual retreat. That year we’d rented a house in Glen Rose, Texas and had a terrific weekend. I took the weirdest believable stories and added some fictional events, and wrote HAPPY IS THE BRIDE.

New Cover

Here’s a blub about HAPPY IS THE BRIDE::

Beth Pendleton is tired of the gossip her three failed engagements—each arranged by her pompous father—have created. She knows she’s not a jinx, an Ice Queen, a snob, or any of the other hurtful labels slapped on her. She takes food to the ill, serves the community in numerous ways, and is active in church. For her twenty-eight years she has tried to please her demanding parents. Neither her mother nor her father has ever had an encouraging word to say to her. Spiteful comments from her only cousin incite Beth to take charge of her fate. She proposes to Mason Whittaker, her lifelong friend and champion.

Mason Whittaker is a hero after any woman’s heart. Carrying on his father’s ranching tradition, he has strong family ties. Unlike Beth’s critical parents, Mason’s mother and father are loving and kind and he has a close knit extended family. As long as Mason can remember, he’s been in love with Beth. The only time he loses his temper is when he hears someone speak ill of her. But he’s learned to count to ten—or twenty—to curb his anger. He never believed he’d be able to marry her. Her proposal astonished and pleased him. But wait...did she mention love?

Will Mason marry Beth and put an end to the gossip? And what about that silly bet Beth made with Cousin Rachel that Beth would be wed by the end of June? What will Mason think if he learns of her impetuous gamble? But Beth’s bet is not the only hazard to their wedding. Murphy’s Law is working overtime as Beth and Mason battle outside forces to create their happily ever after.

Old Cover

I hope that if you haven’t read this story, you’ll give it a try. It is a comedy, but also is a sweet, heartwarming story. This time, we also released it in print at Amazon.

The buy link at Smashwords is: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/108467?ref=CarolineClemmons

At Amazon it’s 99 cents for the e-book and $5.99 for print:

http://www.amazon.com/Happy-Bride-Caroline-Clemmons/dp/1482537729/ref=la_B001K8CXZ6_1_14?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1362145908&sr=1-14

Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/happy-is-the-bride-caroline-clemmons/1108647909?ean=2940033008780

If you judge a book by its cover, I’m sad to say Kobo still shows the old cover, but the book is here:

http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Happy-Is-The-Bride/book-uxPJ3cRvoUWXb7ksVi2gcQ/page1.html?s=WJF34ZY4kEmeQ1zMBj1MbA&r=5

Thanks for stopping by!

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! (AND MORE)

Wherever you are, I hope your sweetie and you have a wonderful day. Hero and I celebrated a day early with a lovely dinner at a local restaurant.

Hero and I have both been working diligently on my next release, the third in the Men of Stone Mountain series, BLUEBONNET BRIDE. In addition, we are updating some of the first covers we attempted to make them a bit more appealing to readers. That's what writers' lives are about: pleasing readers!

With each book, we want you to love the cover, love the story, and wait eagerly for the next release. So, Hero is trying very hard to make my books as visually appealing as possible while I try just as hard to make the story as appealing and interesting as possible.

And now to announce the winner of my part of the FIRST'S BLOG HOP.

M Lawson is the winner of a kindle copy of BRAZOS BRIDE. I'll be emailing her to let her know. In the meantime, please keep reading my blog and commenting.

Thanks to everyone who stopped by during the FIRSTS BLOG HOP February 10-13. This is the first year for this blog hop. I hope we do it again, don't you?

Now, here's a peek at my new cover for the novella HAPPY IS THE BRIDE. I wrote this novella for an anthology in 2004 and recovered the rights to it in 2011. I self-published it, but was never truly happy with the cover. We used an historic church near us, that is privately owned and a setting for local weddings. Unfortunately, the church doesn't photo well because it's not in a very pretty setting. Over the years, a fire station and other buildings have crowded it. I think the photo below is much nicer.

Although this is only a novella, we decided to also offer it in print on Amazon.

Next week I'll give you a peek at BLUEBONNET BRIDE and its cover. Poor Hero went through three covers before our "consultants" approved a final cover. In case you wonder who the consultants are, they are other writers. The book will officially release on February 25th, but I might be able to give away a few copies before then.

Happy Valentine's Day. Thanks for stopping by!

A TOPSY TURVY WEDDING DAY

Years ago a Kensington editor asked me to write a novella about a topsy turvy wedding set in an historic era. She wanted it modeled after “America’s Funniest Home Videos,” but I don’t like that type humor. To me, it’s not funny when a bride’s dress catches on fire or she falls into her wedding cake. But, money talks, so I tried for MY version of a disastrous, yet funny, wedding.

First, I asked my friends if anything went wrong on their wedding day. Wow, did I get ideas! My husband and I were incredibly lucky and nothing disastrous or humorous happened to us - unless you count being so nervous we practically had to support one another funny. I gathered the ideas I could use, and my friends from the Yellow Rose RWA chapter helped me plot this novella.

Once I started writing HAPPY IS THE BRIDE, I enjoyed the process a great deal. I love the hero and heroine, and came to the secondary characters - except for the bride’s parents. That cold, stuffy, snobby couple deserved one another.

The rights have now reverted back to me and HAPPY IS THE BRIDE now available for only 99 cents. What a great deal! The setting is in a small fictional town near what would be Medina and Bandera, Texas.

Cover shows an historic church near where I live, still
used for weddings. Now it has a historic marker.

Here’s the blurb:

Beth Pendleton is tired of the gossip her three failed engagements--each arranged by her pompous father--have created. She knows she’s not a jinx, an Ice Queen, a snob, or any of the other hurtful labels slapped on her. She takes food to the ill, serves the community in numerous ways, and is active in church. For her twenty-eight years she has tried to please her demanding parents. Neither her mother nor her father has ever had an encouraging word to say to her. Spiteful comments from her only cousin incite Beth to take charge of her fate. She proposes to Mason Whittaker, her lifelong friend and champion.

Mason Whittaker, is a hero after any woman’s heart. Carrying on his father’s ranching tradition, he has strong family ties. Unlike Beth’s critical parents, Mason’s mother and father are loving and kind and he has a close knit extended family. As long as Mason can remember, he’s been in love with Beth. The only time he loses his temper is when he hears someone speak ill of her. But he’s learned to count to ten--or twenty--to curb his anger. He never believed he’d be able to marry her. Her proposal astonished and pleased him. But wait...did she mention love?

Will Mason marry Beth and put an end to the gossip? And what about that silly bet Beth made with cousin Rachel that Beth would be wed by the end of June? What will Mason think if he learns of her impetuous gamble? But Beth’s bet is not the only hazard to their wedding. Murphy’s Law is working overtime as Beth and Mason battle outside forces to create their happily ever after.

Authors love reviews, at least most of the time. One Amazon reviewer said that HAPPY IS THE BRIDE, which I consider a sweet romance, was filled with porn and characters who acted like animals in rut.☻ What?  I was left wondering if she'd read this book or confused it with another? I'll let you decide how pornographic it is from the following excerpt from HAPPY IS THE BRIDE:

Medina River, Texas

Mason took Beth's hand and tucked it in the crook of his arm. "Let's take a stroll by the river."

She looked back at the chapel, knew she should help her mother, and weighed her mother's irritability against her own desire to walk with Mason. He put his hand over hers, and that contact swayed her. Instead of the comfort his touch used to arouse, currents of lightning shot through her.

Why would an engagement make a difference between her and a friend of more than twenty years?

All she knew was that since she'd proposed to Mason, her reaction to him had changed. His presence incited escalating odd sensations, and she had the most scandalous thoughts. She questioned whether he had the same thoughts, and the heat of a blush reached her cheeks.

There hadn't been time for proper courting. He'd called on her, but other than the day she proposed to him, they'd had no time alone. Her parents accompanied her to his home and that of his parents. When he called on her, one of her parents remained in the room. A hasty kiss on the cheek was all he'd given her, but his soulful looks let her know he wanted more.

Her breath hitched, and she struggled to keep her eyes averted for fear he might read her mind. Her mother said a lady never had thoughts of the flesh, yet Beth couldn't stop dwelling on it. Would he be scandalized? Right now she wondered how his lips tasted.

Mason guided her under the back edge of the building between two of the stone columns and pulled her into his arms. "Forgive me, Beth, I can't wait for this any longer."

Strawberry jam.

He tasted sweet as the jam she'd given him last week. She melted against him, and he deepened the kiss. His tongue traced the line of her lips, and she opened to his invasion. She gasped, but his tongue probed against hers and created a pool of warmth low in her abdomen. Her knees threatened to give way, and she clung to him.

Surprised at the giddiness his action evoked, she soon matched his thrusts with her own tongue. Dear heaven, the thoughts that aroused. A pulsing, aching heat built in her private place. Much more of this and she'd burst into flame.

One of his hands caressed her breast, and new tingles shot through her. He broke contact with her lips to murmur between kisses to her neck, "I can hardly wait to view these beauties tonight."

She looked up at him. "V-view them?" She whis-pered, "You mean see, um, see me without clothes on?"

He smiled. "Yes, that's what I mean. Not a stitch on either one of us, just like God made us."

"Is that proper?" Panic seized her. Right now she wanted to give Adam back his rib.

But then Mason moved his hand across her nipple, those tingles changed to jolts of pleasure, and she reconsidered. Maybe this man-woman thing wouldn't be too bad, in spite of what her mother said.

Mason's other hand cupped her bottom and tucked her into him. She sensed a hard bulge pressing against her as he resumed their kiss. It must be his man thing, and she worried at the size of it. How could that fit inside her?

Breathless, she broke the kiss. He pulled her to him and cradled her head against his chest. She slid her arms around his waist and savored his embrace. In spite of her worries about tonight, in his arms she knew peace.

He kissed her temple. "Can't tell you how much I've needed this. I've dreamed of us alone in our own home tonight."

That's when they'd come together. But Mason wouldn't do anything to hurt her. She trusted him.

"I look forward to it, too. We make a fine couple, and we'll have a good life together." She raised her head and asked the question that had worried her since she'd proposed to him.

"Mason, you're not sorry you said yes, are you?" She knew he'd never go back on a promise, but it worried her that he might regret that he'd agreed to wed her.

He brushed his lips against hers in a soft, sweet kiss. "I'm only sorry we've wasted years when we should have been together. We belong with one another."

"I'm relieved you feel that way." She sighed and nuzzled into him. "In spite of all the talk, I'm feeling very lucky right now."

"Not nearly as lucky as me. I've wanted this as long as I can remember."

Thunderstruck, she looked up at him. He wanted her? "Mason, you never said. Why didn't you tell me long ago?"

"I couldn't. You were so all-fired set on pleasing your folks by going to that fancy school up north. Then when you came back, well, I thought you were too fine a lady for the likes of me."

Did Mason think her a snob? The suggestion created a ball of worry hi her. "How could you think such a thing? If—if I gave you that idea from anything I said or did, then I apologize. There's no finer man anywhere than you, Mason."

He pulled her back to his chest, and she heard him exhale, a great whoosh of breath, as if he'd been holding in the air. "I thought you deserved a whole man, someone not hampered by a limp."

She pushed away from him with her hands rested on his chest. "Mason Whittaker, don't ever let me hear you say another word against yourself. I'm real sorry about your leg because I know it pains you, but that doesn't make you less of a man. In fact, you've achieved success in spite of being slowed by it, so that makes you twice the man of anyone else I know."

He pushed a stray curl from her face. "You always championed me. Guess that's one reason why I love you."

He loved her.

She didn't know what to say. Mason Whittaker actually said he loved her. She should answer him. But how? Instead, she clung to him, pressed herself against him, and held on. Dear Lord, and she'd asked him to marry her because of a bet. She should tell him, confess right now. But she knew his temper and his hard-shelled pride. If he found out, that pride of his would drive him away. She couldn't bear another cancelled wedding. More, she couldn't bear losing Mason as her best friend and their future together.

Now she was forced to face the question of whether she loved Mason as a man or just as a friend? She hadn't considered that. She'd been so determined to show her cousin Rachel and stop the laughter and humiliation that she hadn't stopped to consider the consequences for Mason.

How selfish she'd been. The knowledge made her ashamed of her hasty proposal. Then she remembered that when she decided to find her own groom, she hadn't considered anyone but Mason.

Did she love him?

Mrs. Pendleton's shrill voice saved Beth from answering Mason.

"Bethaneeeeee. Where are you?"

"Oh, no, we'd better go around by the wagons. Mother sounds upset with me." She loathed breaking contact with him, but stepped away. "Soon I'll be out of yelling distance, even for her." She laughed, wishing it were funny instead of sad.

Nothing she did would ever please her mother. Heaven knew she'd tried for twenty-eight years. She couldn't remember one time when her mother had a kind word for her, not even one.

Mason grabbed her hand. "Knowing my temper, I can't promise I'll never yell at you, but I give you my word I'll try not to."

"You haven't yelled at me yet And I'll try hard to be the best wife in the world, the kind you deserve."

Mason loved her.

Why hadn't she seen that? He'd always been so thoughtful of her every wish, listened to her secrets, took up for her against anyone who said hurtful things to her.

"One more." He swept her to him in a fervent embrace.

Beth slid her arms around his neck. Who would have dreamed kissing Mason would render her into a melting puddle? But it did, and she wanted to continue for a long time.

She wanted him to touch her breast again. Did that make her wanton? Her mother insisted only harlots enjoyed the things that went on between men and women.

Someone coughed. "Boss?"

Mason and Beth jumped. She knew her face reddened at being caught in Mason's arms.

Rowdy pretended to look away. "Mrs. Pendleton made me come fetch you two back up there right away. She seems all het up, and I reckon you'd better hurry along before she has a spell or something."

"Thanks, tell her we're on our way." Mason took Beth's hand and smiled. "In a few hours, no one can interrupt us."

His words gave Beth hope. They rounded the corner pillar and climbed the slope to the front of the chapel.

At the buckboard, Mason held her hand and looked into her eyes. "Guess Rowdy and me better get this straw spread. I'm expected at my folks later this morning."

Mrs. Pendleton tapped her foot. "Straw's not necessary, but if you've nothing better to do, I suppose it won't hurt."

Rowdy helped Mrs. Pendleton and Beulah climb onto the buckboard. Beulah took the reins, but smiled at Beth and Mason and waited patiently.

Mrs. Pendleton snapped open her parasol. "Bethany, we don't have time to dally all day."

Beth sighed, wishing as she had many times that her mother was a kinder, more patient person. No matter, soon she and Mason would answer only to each other. Mason still held her hand, and she squeezed his fingers before she pulled free. "I have to go."

Mason pecked her on the cheek. "Yeah, I know, but it won't be long until we're wed." He helped her up and stepped back. "See you later."

Beth waved. "In a few hours." She thought ahead to tonight when they'd come together and knew she blushed.

His eyes darkened. Plainly, his feelings matched hers. She recalled his words about seeing her naked and wondered how her body would look to him. Would she disappoint him?

Beth hoped not. All her life she'd disappointed her parents, though she tried hard to please them. She had no intention of disappointing her husband. Would being a good wife be as impossible as being a good daughter?

If you’re intrigued, HAPPY IS THE BRIDE is available for 99 cents from

Smashwords at
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/108467?ref=CarolineClemmons

and Amazon at
http://www.amazon.com/HAPPY-IS-THE-BRIDE-ebook/dp/B005R4TRP8/ref=sr_1_8?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1342112591&sr=1-8&keywords=caroline+clemmons

As I mentioned earlier, authors love nice reviews. If you like HAPPY IS THE BRIDE, please leave your favorable review on Smashwords or Amazon or Goodreads. I’ll truly appreciate your effort.

To learn more about my books, please check my website, www.carolineclemmons.com, where you’ll find a place to subscribe to my newsletters for fun contests, giveaways, new releases, and more.

Thanks for reading!

A TOPSY TURVY WEDDING DAY

When I wrote HAPPY IS THE BRIDE years ago, my editor wanted an historical version of "America’s Funniest Home Wedding Videos" TV show. So not my style, but I got as close as my conscience would allow--with the help of my kind friends at Yellow Rose RWA Chapter. At our October writers' retreat, the editor had just dropped her bomb on the content, and I was still shuddering. By this time, as is sometimes the way of editors, the deadline was only four weeks away. Yikes!

Sure, this is my friends and me? What,
you don't believe we look like this?

My friends met the challenge and helped me plot this sweet romance novella, sharing their own wedding horror stories. Who knew there could be so many wedding-related disasters? I had anecdotes left over as I set to work with fingers flying across the keyboard. Here’s the result:



Blub for HAPPY IS THE BRIDE:

Beth Pendleton is tired of the gossip her three failed engagements--each arranged by her pompous father--have created. She knows she’s not a jinx, an Ice Queen, a snob, or any of the other hurtful labels slapped on her. She takes food to the ill, serves the community in numerous ways, and is active in church. For her twenty-eight years she has tried to please her demanding parents. Neither her mother nor her father has ever had an encouraging word to say to her. Spiteful comments from her only cousin incite Beth to take charge of her fate. She proposes to Mason Whittaker, her lifelong friend and champion.

Mason Whittaker, is a hero after any woman’s heart. Carrying on his father’s ranching tradition, he has strong family ties. Unlike Beth’s critical parents, Mason’s mother and father are loving and kind and he has a close knit extended family. As long as Mason can remember, he’s been in love with Beth. The only time he loses his temper is when he hears someone speak ill of her. But he’s learned to count to ten--or twenty--to curb his anger. He never believed he’d be able to marry her. Her proposal astonished and pleased him. But wait...did she mention love?



Will Mason marry Beth and put an end to the gossip? Uh oh, what about that silly bet Beth made with cousin Rachel that Beth would be wed by the end of June? What will Mason think if he learns of her impetuous gamble? But Beth’s bet is not the only hazard to their wedding. Murphy’s Law is working overtime as Beth and Mason battle outside forces to create their happily ever after.

Cover photo is of an historic church
about three miles from my home

Excerpt of HAPPY IS THE BRIDE:


Mason took Beth's hand and tucked it in the crook of his arm. "Let's take a stroll by the river."


She looked back at the chapel, knew she should help her mother, and weighed her mother's irritability against her own desire to walk with Mason. He put his hand over hers, and that contact swayed her. Instead of the comfort his touch used to arouse, currents of lightning shot through her.


Why would an engagement make a difference between her and a friend of more than twenty years?


All she knew was that since she'd proposed to Mason, her reaction to him had changed. His presence incited escalating odd sensations, and she had the most scandalous thoughts. She questioned whether he had the same thoughts, and the heat of a blush reached her cheeks.

There hadn't been time for proper courting. He'd called on her, but other than the day she proposed to him, they'd had no time alone. Her parents accompanied her to his home and that of his parents. When he called on her, one of her parents remained in the room. A hasty kiss on the cheek was all he'd given her, but his soulful looks let her know he wanted more.

Her breath hitched, and she struggled to keep her eyes averted for fear he might read her mind. Her mother said a lady never had thoughts of the flesh, yet Beth couldn't stop dwelling on it. Would he be scandalized? Right now she wondered how his lips tasted.


Mason guided her under the back edge of the building between two of the stone columns and pulled her into his arms. "Forgive me, Beth, I can't wait for this any longer."


Strawberry jam.


He tasted sweet as the jam she'd given him last week. She melted against him, and he deepened the kiss. His tongue traced the line of her lips, and she opened to his invasion. She gasped, but his tongue probed against hers and created a pool of warmth low in her abdomen. Her knees threatened to give way, and she clung to him.


Surprised at the giddiness his action evoked, she soon matched his thrusts with her own tongue. Dear heaven, the thoughts that aroused. A pulsing, aching heat built in her private place. Much more of this and she'd burst into flame.


One of his hands caressed her breast, and new tingles shot through her. He broke contact with her lips to murmur between kisses to her neck, "I can hardly wait to view these beauties tonight."


She looked up at him. "V-view them?" She whis-pered, "You mean see, um, see me without clothes on?"


He smiled. "Yes, that's what I mean. Not a stitch on either one of us, just like God made us."


"Is that proper?" Panic seized her. Right now she wanted to give Adam back his rib.


But then Mason moved his hand across her nipple, those tingles changed to jolts of pleasure, and she reconsidered. Maybe this man-woman thing wouldn't be too bad, in spite of what her mother said.


Mason's other hand cupped her bottom and tucked her into him. She sensed a hard bulge pressing against her as he resumed their kiss. It must be his man thing, and she worried at the size of it. How could that fit inside her?


Breathless, she broke the kiss. He pulled her to him and cradled her head against his chest. She slid her arms around his waist and savored his embrace. In spite of her worries about tonight, in his arms she knew peace.


He kissed her temple. "Can't tell you how much I've needed this. I've dreamed of us alone in our own home tonight."


That's when they'd come together. But Mason wouldn't do anything to hurt her. She trusted him.


"I look forward to it, too. We make a fine couple, and we'll have a good life together." She raised her head and asked the question that had worried her since she'd proposed to him.


"Mason, you're not sorry you said yes, are you?" She knew he'd never go back on a promise, but it worried her that he might regret that he'd agreed to wed her.

He brushed his lips against hers in a soft, sweet kiss. "I'm only sorry we've wasted years when we should have been together. We belong with one another."


"I'm relieved you feel that way." She sighed and nuzzled into him. "In spite of all the talk, I'm feeling very lucky right now."


"Not nearly as lucky as me. I've wanted this as long as I can remember."


Thunderstruck, she looked up at him. He wanted her? "Mason, you never said. Why didn't you tell me long ago?"


"I couldn't. You were so all-fired set on pleasing your folks by going to that fancy school up north. Then when you came back, well, I thought you were too fine a lady for the likes of me."


Did Mason think her a snob? The suggestion created a ball of worry hi her. "How could you think such a thing? If—if I gave you that idea from anything I said or did, then I apologize. There's no finer man anywhere than you, Mason."


He pulled her back to his chest, and she heard him exhale, a great whoosh of breath, as if he'd been holding in the air. "I thought you deserved a whole man, someone not hampered by a limp."


She pushed away from him with her hands rested on his chest. "Mason Whittaker, don't ever let me hear you say another word against yourself. I'm real sorry about your leg because I know it pains you, but that doesn't make you less of a man. In fact, you've achieved success in spite of being slowed by it, so that makes you twice the man of anyone else I know."


He pushed a stray curl from her face. "You always championed me. Guess that's one reason why I love you."


He loved her.


She didn't know what to say. Mason Whittaker actually said he loved her. She should answer him. But how? Instead, she clung to him, pressed herself against him, and held on. Dear Lord, and she'd asked him to marry her because of a bet. She should tell him, confess right now. But she knew his temper and his hard-shelled pride. If he found out, that pride of his would drive him away. She couldn't bear another cancelled wedding. More, she couldn't bear losing Mason as her best friend and their future together.


Now she was forced to face the question of whether she loved Mason as a man or just as a friend? She hadn't considered that. She'd been so determined to show her cousin Rachel and stop the laughter and humiliation that she hadn't stopped to consider the consequences for Mason.


How selfish she'd been. The knowledge made her ashamed of her hasty proposal. Then she remembered that when she decided to find her own groom, she hadn't considered anyone but Mason.


Did she love him?


Mrs. Pendleton's shrill voice saved Beth from answering Mason.


"Bethaneeeeee. Where are you?"


"Oh, no, we'd better go around by the wagons. Mother sounds upset with me." She loathed breaking contact with him, but stepped away. "Soon I'll be out of yelling distance, even for her." She laughed, wishing it were funny instead of sad.


Nothing she did would ever please her mother. Heaven knew she'd tried for twenty-eight years. She couldn't remember one time when her mother had a kind word for her, not even one.


Mason grabbed her hand. "Knowing my temper, I can't promise I'll never yell at you, but I give you my word I'll try not to."


"You haven't yelled at me yet And I'll try hard to be the best wife in the world, the kind you deserve."


Mason loved her.


Why hadn't she seen that? He'd always been so thoughtful of her every wish, listened to her secrets, took up for her against anyone who said hurtful things to her.


"One more." He swept her to him in a fervent embrace.


Beth slid her arms around his neck. Who would have dreamed kissing Mason would render her into a melting puddle? But it did, and she wanted to continue for a long time.


She wanted him to touch her breast again. Did that make her wanton? Her mother insisted only harlots enjoyed the things that went on between men and women.


Someone coughed. "Boss?"


Mason and Beth jumped. She knew her face reddened at being caught in Mason's arms.


Rowdy pretended to look away. "Mrs. Pendleton made me come fetch you two back up there right away. She seems all het up, and I reckon you'd better hurry along before she has a spell or something."


"Thanks, tell her we're on our way." Mason took Beth's hand and smiled. "In a few hours, no one can interrupt us."


His words gave Beth hope. They rounded the corner pillar and climbed the slope to the front of the chapel.


At the buckboard, Mason held her hand and looked into her eyes. "Guess Rowdy and me better get this straw spread. I'm expected at my folks later this morning."


Mrs. Pendleton tapped her foot. "Straw's not necessary, but if you've nothing better to do, I suppose it won't hurt."


Rowdy helped Mrs. Pendleton and Beulah climb onto the buckboard. Beulah took the reins, but smiled at Beth and Mason and waited patiently.


Mrs. Pendleton snapped open her parasol. "Bethany, we don't have time to dally all day."


Beth sighed, wishing as she had many times that her mother was a kinder, more patient person. No matter, soon she and Mason would answer only to each other. Mason still held her hand, and she squeezed his fingers before she pulled free. "I have to go."


Mason pecked her on the cheek. "Yeah, I know, but it won't be long until we're wed." He helped her up and stepped back. "See you later."


Beth waved. "In a few hours." She thought ahead to tonight when they'd come together and knew she blushed.


His eyes darkened. Plainly, his feelings matched hers. She recalled his words about seeing her naked and wondered how her body would look to him. Would she disappoint him?


Beth hoped not. All her life she'd disappointed her parents, though she tried hard to please them. She had no intention of disappointing her husband. Would being a good wife be as impossible as being a good daughter?

HAPPY IS THE BRIDE is available for only 99 cents at:


Smashwords and Amazon. Don’t be shy...rush over and buy your copy. You can hardly beat the price!

Thanks for stopping by.