Cherry Creek by Linda Griffin

Cherry Creek

by Linda Griffin

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When her fiancé died, Eileen said, “Then I’m free,” words that her younger sister Molly didn’t understand and never forgot. In 1850s Ohio, a girl doesn’t have that many options, and marrying Andrew MacLeith may be the best she can hope for. He promises to cherish her, but they have to live with his parents, and he can’t even protect her from his mother’s sharp tongue. After a quarrel, Molly impulsively joins his gambler brother Hugh on a journey to the Pike’s Peak gold region. Perhaps the romance and freedom she longs for lie elsewhere. Or were they right under her nose all along? 

Excerpt:

 “When I get to Pike’s Peak,” he assured me, “I’ll send back more money than this to Ma and Pa and anybody I owe money to. But not to Andrew. He wouldn’t know how to spend it. You would, though, wouldn’t you, Molly?” he teased.  

“Yes,” I said wistfully. My prospects were even more dismal than before. If he ran off to  

Kansas, he wouldn’t return for a long time, if he ever did. I was on the verge of tears again.  

“Hey now, cheer up. Aren’t you glad of my good fortune?”  

“Yes,” I said, although I wasn’t. I was envious.  

“Do you mean to say it’s serious between you and Andrew?” he asked, frowning.  

“I hate living here,” I burst out, as I had to Andrew. Complaining to his brother was wrong, but I was too unhappy to contain myself.  

Hugh was briefly taken aback before he said, with his usual charming insouciance, “Come to Pike’s Peak with me, then.”  

I didn’t think he meant it, and I was only half serious when I said, “I wish I could.” Decamping to Kansas would be an adventure and an escape, and it would teach Andrew a thing or two.  

“Why can’t you?” he asked, making it sound almost logical “If you don’t like it here, what’s 

keeping you? Pike’s Peak is the future, the new Eldorado. Don’t you want a piece of it?”  

“I couldn’t dig for gold,” I said. “And I don’t have any money.”  

“I do,” he said. He fanned out his winnings. “Come on, Molly. It will be fun.”  

Author Bio:

Linda Griffin knew she wanted to be a “book maker” as soon as she learned to read, and she wrote her first story, “Judy and the Fairies,” at the age of six. Her passion for the printed word also led her to a career with the San Diego Public Library. She retired to spend more time on her writing and has had stories published in numerous literary journals. Cherry Creek is her eleventh novel, published by the Wild Rose Press. In addition to the three R’s—reading, writing, and research—she enjoys travel, movies, Scrabble, and visiting museums and art galleries. 

Tea for Two by Bianca White

 

 

An Austen-inspired Short Story Duet

Enjoy two tea parties, two romances and two characters from one of the world’s most beloved authors.

Tea for Two:

An Austen-Inspired Short Story Duet

by Bianca White

Genre: Historical Romance

Jane Austen and tea. What more could one ask for?

Enjoy two tea parties, two romances and two characters from one of the world’s most beloved authors.

In this historical romance short story duet gossip-loving Mrs Jennings meddles in affairs of the heart, and scandalous Henry Crawford turns heads once again!

Be swept away by the amusements of the Regency tea party in these Austen-inspired short stories. Delight in the sweet romance, dancing, gossip and, of course, tea.

“But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.”
― Jane Austen, Mansfield Park

 

Tea for Two comprises two short stories:

 

Jilted

Lord Asher Mandeville is heartbroken when his childhood love, Miss Tabitha Rowe, jilts him only weeks before their wedding.

Asher refuses to accept Tabitha’s rejection and chases after his betrothed to demand an explanation.

Tabitha is determined to escape him, but Asher’s shattered heart will accept nothing other than her return.

 

Wooing Miss Woodforde

Jasper Trevethan loves Miss Sophie Woodforde, but he is a penniless rake. Sophie would never marry him, even if he were rich.

As an impoverished companion, Sophie serves the whims of others while pining for her employer’s scandalous nephew.

When an unexpected inheritance transforms Sophie’s life, she becomes the target of fortune hunters.

Before another scoundrel steals his love, Jasper must prove his devotion and woo Miss Woodforde. But Sophie would rather become an old maid than marry a man who only wants her for her money, especially Mr Trevethan.

 

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Excerpt from Wooing Miss Woodforde

He headed to the drawing room.

While Sophie continued to hold his heart, he could not bring himself to marry another. Yes, he had wasted his days living off his brother while indulging in a life of idleness and pleasure-seeking. Now he had no option but to pray his aunt left him her fortune. Perhaps then he could offer for Sophie. She will never marry a rake, you fool. As usual, he tamped down the bitter truth, but the tiny flicker of hope that one day she may be his was the only thing that prevented him from sinking further.

His aunt dropped onto the sofa before the crackling hearth. “It does not help your cause that you continue to associate with that scoundrel, Mr Crawford.”

Sophie carried out her duties in efficient silence, pretending not to hear the details of his scandalous associations. How he longed to take her away from this life of servitude. Someone so good, kind and selfless deserved better.

After pouring the tea, she handed her employer a cup.

Without a word of thanks to her companion, his aunt continued, “There is still talk about his scandalous affair with Mrs Rushworth. You should end the connection, for it will only sully your name further. Your reputation as a rake does not help matters, but being associated with an adulterer will not earn you a respectable bride. What must my dear sister think of her favourite now?”

He accepted his cup from Sophie with his head down and muttered his thanks. Shame gnawed at his insides. If his mother had not died of typhus before he reached his tenth year, she would have been sorely disappointed in him.

Why could he not be a better man? He should have sought a profession after university. If he had done something useful, perhaps, he may have earned Sophie’s good opinion and won her heart. Instead, he had wasted his life. He was a hopeless rake beyond salvage, in love with a woman far above him in noble character. Even if he were rich, she would always be too good for him.

Sophie sat on the sofa next to his aunt and twiddled with a delicate curl at her nape.

He had to ask again. “Are you certain you are well, Miss Woodforde?”

“Stop trying to misdirect the attention from yourself, Trevethan.” Aunt Hammond sipped at her tea.

Wispy tendrils of steam rose from the beige liquid in his cup, and he tamped down the urge to ask for something stronger. Liquor would have to wait. Even though nothing eased the painful longing within him lately.

He could not resist being drawn to the source of his yearning while she stared at the flickering flames in the hearth. What had happened to the woman who enjoyed lecturing him about the latest philanthropic project she wished to support or teased him following the gossip surrounding his misadventures? Not that he had many these days unless one counted spending the evenings drinking brandy with Crawford while they both pined for the women they loved but could not possess.

“Trevethan!” he jerked his head towards his aunt. Her narrowed gaze bore into him. Had he given himself away?

She glowered, then said, “Miss Woodforde has received some surprising news today that has unsettled her.”

Sophie’s head shot up; her wide gaze directed towards her employer.

“I hope it is nothing serious?” My God, she was ill. “Is there anything I can do?”

Aunt Hammond scoffed. “It is not unwelcome news—well, not for Miss Woodforde.”

“Mrs Hammond.” Sophie pleaded, but as usual, his aunt could not be silenced.

“Miss Woodforde is now an heiress with twenty thousand.”

His breath stuttered.

On the opposite sofa, Sophie’s head lolled forward, and she ran a palm across her forehead.

Sophie was a wealthy woman—a single, wealthy woman. That meant she no longer needed to work for his aunt. He would not see her when he visited.

Aunt Hammond asked, “Will you not offer your congratulations?”

He glanced at his aunt before returning his attention to Sophie, whose shoulders slumped.

A burning sensation spread down his gullet, and he swallowed. “Congratulations, Miss Woodforde.”

His aunt sniffed. “She is almost maudlin; anyone would think a beloved family member had died.”

Sophie continued to stare into the teacup in her lap. She would leave, and he would never see her again.

Aunt Hammond prattled on. “Heaven knows why, but she wishes to keep it a secret. She should marry, yet she insists she will remain in my employment.”

Of course, her sense of duty would not allow her to abandon his aunt. Selfish thoughts about her leaving had distracted him from the more pressing issue. Another man would steal her from him. His heart skipped a beat. He could not allow it.

Bianca White writes passionate and spicy historical romance.

Bianca loves history and has a degree in history and history of art. The word "research" is often used as an excuse to drag members of her family around every stately home and castle wherever they go. Nothing, not even the grumbling of said family, will keep her away from a historical fashion exhibition.

When she's not writing, Bianca feeds her addiction to romance novels. She also loves baking and watching movies. Thanks to her love of baking (and eating), she feels the need to balance it with a little activity and enjoys tai chi, aerobics and swimming.

Bianca lives in West Yorkshire, England, with her husband and two children.

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Favorite Writing Tools on the Frontier by Caroline Clemmons

 I write using a desktop computer now.  In fact, I like to listen to classical music while I write. On the frontier, writing wasn’t as simple as popping open a laptop! Historians and fiction writers know that the tools of the trade shaped how stories, records, and letters were created in the Old West. Let’s explore the everyday implements that kept the West in touch and paved the way for modern storytellers. 

Quill Pens and Reed Pens 

In the 1800s, quill pens—made from large bird feathers—were the most common writing tool before steel nib pens became mainstream. Quills needed regular cutting and dipping, but their fine lines suited everything from ledgers to heartfelt letters. Reed pens, used earlier, fell out of favor but are still worth a mention for their influence on writing’s evolution. 

Metal Nib Pens 

By the mid-nineteenth century, steel-nibbed dip pens had mostly replaced quills. These pens offered better durability, were less expensive, and were easier to use for people living far from trading posts or towns with stationers. A steel pen, a bottle of ink, and a steady hand—those were the tools of many a frontier correspondent. 

Pencils—Yes, Even Mechanical! 

Pencils were surprisingly common in the Old West—both the classic wooden type and early mechanical pencils! Easier to use on the go, they required no ink or sharpening on the spot (especially the mechanical kind). Soldiers and travelers preferred graphite for convenience and legibility, keeping stubs in pockets for everything from making notes to sketching a map.  Plus, letters written in pencil didn’t smear if they got wet, an important plus for travelers who might get caught in a rainstorm or have to ford a river or creek. 

Ink and Inkwells 

Powdered or liquid ink, usually black or dark blue, paired with a small glass or ceramic inkwell was a standard desk accessory. Ink was precious on the frontier; spilling it meant a delay in correspondence until the next shipment arrived—sometimes by stagecoach or telegraph delivery wagons. 

Paper and Notebooks 

Paper could be scarce and valuable on the frontier, with folks often using scraps, ledger books, or folded sheets for letters. Some writers reused envelopes or stitched their own paper together into makeshift notebooks, especially in Army regiments or remote settlements. 

Why This Matters for Western Readers

For today’s historical and romance readers, seeing the right details in a romance when the heroine pens a letter to her beau adds depth and authenticity to the characters and their world. Next time the heroine pens a secret letter or the cowboy tallies supplies, you’ll know just what’s lying on their desk—or tucked into their pocket. 

What writing or communication details do you love seeing in Old West stories? Share your favorites in the comments! 

Outlaw Ever After by E. Elizabeth Watson

Outlaw Ever After

by E. Elizabeth Watson

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They took everything. Now he’s come back to claim it—and her—in this broodingly intense and sexy Highlander romance that will delight fans of Karen Marie Moning and Lynsay Sands. 

 

When she was just a lass, Peigi Grant attended a wedding—one that quickly turned into a night of bloodshed and grief. Through it all, there were whispers of the Comyn heir, a boy accused of the crime, who mysteriously disappeared. 

 

Now it’s fourteen years later, and Peigi’s never breathed a word to a soul about that fateful night…or her role in helping the boy escape. But she never would have dared imagine that sweet boy turning into a roguish warrior who could shatter her heart and her reputation. 

 

Alexander is drawn to Peigi by her clear, sweet voice. Her loveliness—along with an uncanny sensation of fate—tempts him to lay down his war scythe forever. But his clan, his lands, and his very birthright were stolen by the Grant clan…and vengeance still calls to him. 

 

They don’t know his true name. But the Grants will come to fear his wrath…even if it destroys the one person who could tame his wild, Highlander heart. 

 

Outlaw Ever After is an intoxicating, enemies-to-lovers romance between two people fated to fall for each other…even if it sets all of Scotland ablaze. 

Excerpt:

The entire village roared with laughter at the man in the song’s folly for flirting so shamelessly, the children laughing because the adults were laughing, and a muscled arm swung around her shoulders, pulling her tight between his legs as Alex guffawed.

“Such a rogue still got what he deserved.” She giggled, leaning into his embrace.

“A good thing he never met yer brother, songbird,” he jested to more laughter.

She looked back at his bruised face and sewn coat, proof of how close he’d come to that. Yet she saw nothing but affection sparkling in his eyes. He laughed so heartily as if he had not a care, in a world that punished so unfairly.

And she wanted his kiss again. Wanted it so badly. Wanted to believe his declaration that he’d win. Wanted to reverse the wheel of time. She reached up. Cupped his cheek.

His breath hitched against her wrist, as if disbelieving her touch. His gaze holding hers, he turned his lips into her palm and pressed a kiss there.

Song after song, the evening progressed. Her hair was limp from melting flakes, her slippers kicked free and her toes tucked beneath her hem, nestled into the straw. The snow accumulated but the bonfire melted it in its inferno. The songs grew easy. The folk grew merry and danced, ate their bread and drank their ale and chanted Samhain blessings, in preparation for going Souling on the following eve.

“More, mi lady! More!” called villagers.

“Sing the one about the fox and crow!”

“Nay, a good country reel would do!”

They volleyed their choices at her like arrows upon an adversary, as ewers of ale made rounds and splashed into tankards and the folk linked hands around the fire.

“Sing something gentle,” warbled a voice through the commotion.

Joslyn? Why was she here? Peigi looked about and spotted the woman holding a babe on her hip, rubbing its eyes. Joslyn did live in the healer’s hut when not helping at the castle.

One lullaby popped to mind: Alex’s song. The song that had lured him to her.

She strummed a soft chord.

“Lullaby sweet bairn of mine...”

The chatter hushed.

Strummed the next chord.

“Sleeping sweetly in the pine...”

Her cheeks felt hot from the flame. The flute remained silent, and she let herself slip back to that greenwood, let herself think about that summer day when the man at her back had begged her to see him again, had lain in the grass beside her.

That wind whipped again, the bonfire roaring. Her eyes closed as the bone flute finally joined in and fluttered in her ear. Snowflakes twirled through the air like those playful leaves.

“Bright green eyes, rest peacefully...”

She opened her eyes, could see reverence twinkling in Joslyn’s gaze.

“For the world isna what it’s meant to be...”

Alex’s flute trailed away. Only the crackling bonfire, burning low, spoke into the night. She looked up at him— him chewing his cheek, his eyes glistening. His thumb touched her mouth, his fingers slipping into her hair over her ears to cradle her cheek. He studied her lips, uncaring of their audience, and in sooth, she’d become so relaxed, she’d forgotten any discomfort.

The sky dark as pitch was studded with celestial crystals, the clouds having long since moved on.

His lips descended to hers. Brushed like a breeze, always gentle, belying the exuberance with which he seemed to live his life.

And she sank. Into memories. Months of missing him and feeling unworthy crashed over her as a tear slipped down her cheek. It was only lips touching, and yet, she writhed within for more, desperate to feel wanted as a soft growl of desperation reverberated through him, caged in his chest. A taste of what he’d been missing, poured into a simple touch as his breathing came in and out erratically, as if holding everything back...

His forehead again rested to hers, eyes pinched tight in pain. “I need ye,” he gruffed. “Like Pan needs his nymph, like a body needs air, for I’ve been suffocating—”

A whistle whirled. Laughter and clapping erupted.

She yanked back and touched her mouth. Her cheeks were hot. Barely a brush of skin and yet, her lips stung, when her shame receded as Joslyn’s soft smile and misting eyes met hers. Here, among these folk who seemed to accept Alex so, away from the trappings of fanfare and notions of noble honor, she felt...at home. Like this was their wee village on the shore, like she’d once set her heart upon having.

Author Bio:   

Award winning and bestselling author E. Elizabeth Watson is convinced life is better with good coffee, chocolate, and a pair of hiking boots. A former archaeologist and biomed research coordinator, Elizabeth spends her days penning heroes ranging from kilted Scottish warriors to Texas cowboys crowned with Stetsons. Whether in kilts or pearl snaps, her heroes wear plaid!

Get swept away to the Highlands of Scotland or the badlands of West Texas in her adventurous tales where love conquers adversity.

She currently lives on a mountainside in West Virginia with her husband, sons, and various pets. Always honored to hear from readers, make sure to follow her on Facebook, Bookbub, TikTok, Goodreads, and Instagram.

 

Some Call Me Eve by T. Pike

 

 

Enemies bound by desire. 

Allies torn by fate.

Some Call Me Eve

by T. Pike

Genre: Historical Romance

Princess Evangeline has an insatiate lust for power. As her kingdom’s most feared warrior and heiress to the throne, she plans to one day rule in her father’s place, just as she rules over countless men during secret nights of sin.

But when the castle falls to a new enemy, Evangeline becomes a slave in her own kingdom, forced to obey the heartless queen’s commands to honor her father’s dying wish: to protect her people.

The princess craves vengeance, but can she resist the carnal magnetism between her and Prince Rune, the queen’s son and royal pawn? And as rebellion brews, can she trust Rune, the man with the power to quench her torrid flames, to be her greatest ally?

 

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As if summoned from the depths of the earth, my final challenger stepped forward. He towered over me like the great castle walls, his shadow engulfing me in darkness. I watched his sword intently as it swayed like a feather between his fingers.

He struck without warning. I was sent stumbling backward after a weak parry, underestimating the power of his swing. But speed was my greatest strength, and I recovered my balance almost instantly. The sheer force of his assaults far overpowered my own, restricting me to the defensive. Each slash of his blade flew by my head at frightful speeds, backed by a guttural grunt. I inched my way backward as each slice brought him a step closer. Without hesitation, my instincts took over, leading me into my signature move.

Gradually lowering myself to the ground, I bent into a squatted shuffle. My competitor’s attacks persisted, unrelenting. He leaned downward to better reach my chest. At just the right moment, when he carried his weight on the ends of his toes, I leapt over his low arcing swing, twisted through the air over his outstretched arm, and landed smoothly behind his hunched frame. Before he could regain his stance and turn to face me once more, I delivered a lethal blow to the back of his knees.

My rival released a monstrous howl as he fell forward, dropping into a kneel. The heavy pound of his knees shook the ground, a quake that silenced the entire training field. All watched in awe as their star fighter lay helpless by my feet.

I looked expectantly at my commander, my racing heart beating in my ears. It was clear by his crossed arms and knitted brow that he was disappointed in his disgraceful brigade, but from the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, I knew he was pleased with my performance. “Finish the job,” he said in a low voice.

I turned back to face my statuesque adversary. No longer was he the invincible beast he was just minutes before. Down on his knees, he became a shell of his former self, humbled and abashed by defeat. Through his face guard, I could just make out his pleading eyes, ashamed before his peers, begging me for mercy.

With that look, a flood of heat filled my core. A yearning. A hunger. A lustful rage.

I chuckled coldly. How pathetic.

With a skillful twist of my blade, I struck the base of his neck with the flat of my sword, simulating a dramatic beheading and sending his helmet soaring through the air. It bounced through the dirt theatrically, spinning on its edge with a clatter before finding its final place of rest before the feet of the crowd, its hollow interior facing the huddle of defeated men.

A slow clap broke through the deafening silence, echoing across the training field. I lifted my gaze to see none other than King Ricard, ruler of Vitalia. He was adorned in a violet tunic lined with golden thread, a puffed silver surcoat that augmented his considerable physique, and a long, draping cloak exhibiting an intricate design of the royal crest. His threatening stature was only deepened by his austere visage—a thick nose framing a set of demanding brown eyes; a bushy, graying beard matching the shade of his thick, protruding brows; and his lips, normally forming a thin, sober line, now curved in a sly side smile.

The cluster of knights immediately fell to their knees, dropping their heads in a respectful bow. Even the commander knelt upon the dusty ground before his crowned ruler.

But I did not kneel. Instead, I stood boldly, facing my king with my head held high. The monarch stilled his hands. All waited expectantly for him to break the silence once more, this time with his booming voice.

“Well done, Princess Evangeline.”

At his declaration, I sheathed my sword and doffed my helmet to reveal my face. I released the pin from my hair and let it flow down my back in long copper waves, shining like the silver armor it lay upon. My crimson lips wore their own smug grin, perfectly matching that of the king.

“Thank you, Father.”

 

T. Pike grew up in Northwest Arkansas where she swam competitively for more than 17 years. After graduating from Texas A&M University with an English degree and All-American honors, she returned home to pursue her master's in English and write her debut novel: Some Call Me Eve. Now a law student, she enjoys running and hiking with her dogs and exploring the mountains with her partner.

 

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Creek by Linda Broday

Creek

by Linda Broday

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This is the first book in the Guns For Hire series. I am writing Shad, book 7, which will be released on June 15, 2025.  In the meantime, read Creek and the other books as they come out.  All of the books are on preorder now.

Blurb:

A mysterious man with one name and secrets that gnaw at his soul.

Creek has a reputation as a gunslinger, a lawless man—one to be feared. So, when an orphaned eleven-year-old girl in this rough border town claims she’s his daughter, it jolts the very fiber of his being. For a man making a living with a gun, he’s not father material in any sense of the word. And he has serious doubts he ever met her mother.

Yet Willa July stands firm. Creek has the mark on his wrist that proves her claim. When she’s taken by a crazed killer from his past, Creek is propelled into a desperate chase. He alone understands the depths of this monster’s evil mind.

Time is his enemy as he races to save her. But if he succeeds in getting the girl back, can Creek tear down his walls and embrace the role he never dreamed possible?

 

The Texan's Irish Bride by Caroline Clemmons

St. Patrick's Day is coming up soon.  My ancestors were Scotts-Ulster trouble makers who left one step in front of the hangman.  I have written several books that have Irish characters in them.  The Texan's Irish Bride is one of them.

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Cenora Rose O'Neill knows her father somehow arranged the trap for Dallas, but she agrees to wed the handsome stranger. She'd do anything to protect her family, and she wants to save herself from the bully Tom Williams. A fine settled man like Dallas will rid himself of her soon enough, but at least she and her family will be safely away from Tom Williams. Texas rancher Dallas McClintock has no plans to wed for several years. Right now, he's trying to establish himself as a successful horse breeder. Severely wounded rescuing Cenora from kidnappers, Dallas is taken to her family's wagon to be tended. He is trapped into marrying Cenora, but he is not a man who goes back on his word. Ah, but what is he to do with a wife and her wild Irish family?

Why not grab a copy of The Texan's Irish Bride to read?  A unique way to celebrate St. Patrick's Day.  This book is available in an audio book, as well.  You can listen to it on your commute to anywhere.

 

99 CENT CHRISTMAS SALE

 By Caroline Clemmons

Treat yourself to happy, sometimes humorous, holiday stories at the bargain price of only 99 cents each. Both contemporary and historical stories are offered, all of which are sweet and rated PG.

CONTEMPORARY ROMANCES

 

HOLIDAY HEARTS – Laura “Birdie” Jordan loves her new job at Callahan Group advertising agency and doesn’t want anything to jeopardize her position there. She’s aware of how quickly office gossip could ruin her reputation and career.

Ward Callahan is a wunderkind who started earning money online trading when he was in high school. At thirty-two, he owns a successful ad agency and is gaining industry recognition. He hasn’t had time for a committed relationship, but from the time he hired Laura he can’t get her off his mind.

When vicious remarks cause Laura to call a halt to their budding relationship, Ward is determined to set things right.

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ANGEL FOR CHRISTMAS — When a dot com billionaire crashes his new sports car into a tree, he wakes up in heaven facing angels Gabriel and Michael. He’s given a chance to redeem his carefree ways by helping an orphanage avoid foreclosure and regain a sound financial picture by midnight on Christmas Eve—or else. To do so, he is sent back to earth as orphanage janitor, Jacob Porter.

After her father died four months ago, child psychologist Suzi Stephens was shocked to learn Serenity Springs Children’s Home and Elementary School faced foreclosure unless she meets a balloon note due January 1. She can’t understand why her late father broke the trust her grandfather had carefully constructed to protect the home. She is afraid the annual gala won’t raise enough money to pay the note much less a year’s operating funds. Trying to do her job plus step into her late father’s shoes has stretched her to her limits.

She’s suspicious of the handsome new janitor, who appears more like he’d be at home as a CEO. Could he be a spy for the developer who covets the children’s home property? Suzi overcomes her distrust enough to allow Jacob’s help raising funds. Working together, their attraction escalates but Jacob has nothing to offer the beautiful redhead. He is scheduled for earthly removal at midnight on December 24.

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HISTORICAL WESTERN ROMANCES

 

MAIL ORDER GLORIA— IMPOSTOR FOR CHRISTMAS

A desperate woman…

A distrustful rancher with a secret…

And a boy in need of a family.

 

Orphaned at an early age and sent to live with her relatives, Gloria Tabor is fed up with the treatment she receives from her aunt, uncle, and spiteful cousin. In a moment of desperation, she leaves her only relatives’ home. With a small savings, where is she to go? The question is sobering, but she is determined she will not return to her kin’s home.

While deliberating her lack of choice, she overhears a young man comforting a sobbing woman. After a few minutes of conversation with them, the young woman offers Gloria the chance to escape town to a ranch in Texas as a mail order bride. In exchange, Gloria must promise not to divulge her real identity until the couple has eloped and had a honeymoon. Elated at the opportunity, Gloria agrees. She vows she will never let herself be told what to do or think again.

On the way to her prospective groom, Gloria rescues a ten-year-old boy from a policeman who wants to take the boy to the local orphanage. Heart filled with sympathy for the homeless child, she intercedes. Later, she wonders how her prospective groom will react to her bringing a ward with her.

Texas rancher Dwight Price is a stickler for honesty. Once someone has lost his confidence, he won’t ever fully trust the person again. He strives to live up to his beliefs. On the one hand, he isn’t certain he wants to wed the daughter of his father’s oldest friend. On the other hand, he looks forward to a life of quiet harmony with his mail order bride and the boy he rescued from renegades eight years ago.

On December 23, Gloria is relieved to receive a telegram releasing her from her promise. Dwight wants to know who sent the wire and why. Her explanation destroys the faith he had in her—but then his own secret crops up.

Can these two overcome the damage to their relationship or will each be alone again?

 

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MISTLETOE MISTAKE – Shannon Callahan worked hard to become a physician. In New York she meets resistance to a woman doctor and feels she is no more than a midwife. When the opportunity arises for her to go to Montana and be the only doctor in the town of Mistletoe, she grabs the chance.

RIley McCallister is Mistleytoe’s sheriff and unofficial town leader. When he learns the new doctor is a woman, the shock makes him vow never to let her treat him—no matter how beautiful she is. Slowly, Shannon’s skill wins his respect, and more. Shannon’s expertise and dedication during a measles epidemic comvinces the townspeople she is a good doctor, but does their acceptance come too late?

 

https://www.amazon.com/Mistletoe-Mistake-Caroline-Clemmons-ebook/dp/B075GYWL72/

 

WINTER WISH — Sometimes our wishes come true, but with complications. None of the men in Hopeful, Colorado appeals to Serena Winters. Working at the mercantile owned by her aunt and uncle means she meets everyone in town. One full moon at the town’s wishing well, Serena wishes she could attract an interesting man.

Brent Adams has filed on his claim and brought gold with him to the assay office in Hopeful. He fears taking it closer to his claim will draw claim jumpers and robbers. He is immediately charmed by Serena. He fears incurring her an ger when she learns the secret he’s kept from her.

When Serena is lost in freezing weather, only Brent can save her. Can they reconcile their differences and find lasting happiness?

https://www.amazon.com/Winter-Wish-Caroline-Clemmons-ebook/dp/B088QMXJW2

 

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From our house to yours, I wish you a Merry Christmas that brings wonderful memories. Thank you for being a part of my life.

Jesse And The Mail Order Bride by Caroline Clemmons

Jesse And The Mail Order Bride

Book 2 of the Texas Hill Country Mail Order Brides

by Caroline Clemmons

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Jesse is the second book in my series of Texas Hill Country Mail Order Bride books.  Jesse is a good man in an odd situation.  Catch up with this series now, because book seven will be out in a couple of months.

Book Blurb:

What will happen when her lawman husband learns the truth about her past?

Sheriff Jesse Cameron is dedicated to uphold the law of his adopted country. After leaving Scotland, he came to Texas, and learned he liked the place and the people—at least, most of them. He keeps Harrigan County free of troublemakers with his “strict but fair” policy. Now that he has a steady job and has bought a house, he figures it’s time to find a wife and start a family. He and his best friend write to the same matchmaker, hoping their brides will be sisters or friends. Jesse hopes his wife will provide a peaceful home and welcome him each evening with a good meal and a warm smile.

Growing up in an orphanage left Rosalin Arnold too naïve to avoid being trapped in the clutches of an evil man who has her picking pockets. Those who’ve tried to escape him always fail, and are severely punished—or killed. Rosalin has been plotting to get away, and the threat of being moved from picking pockets to the brothel incites her to immediate action. She takes her best friend with her, and also an adorable boy of eight who is being bullied and mistreated. All she and her friends want is a home where they can live without constant fear. She prays she has successfully evaded the man who has tentacles everywhere.

What will happen when her past catches up with her? Will Jesse defend her, or will he arrest her?

 

Blessing: The Widows of Wildcat Ridge Series Book 2 by Caroline Clemmons

Blessing:  The Widows of Wildcat Ridge Series Book 2

by Caroline Clemmons

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Book Blurb:

A heart sore woman fighting for her community; a rancher tracking stolen horses; the discovery that could destroy her happiness…

With the death of her father last month, Blessing Odell inherited the largest ranch in that part of Utah, the Rafter O. She goes by the nickname Buster and wears men’s overalls but they can’t disguise her regal beauty and natural grace. She is also generous to the community, which is why she’s splitting proceeds from the sale of 100 horses with the widows of Wildcat Ridge.

Thad King has tracked stolen horses to the Rafter O Ranch. He’s determined to capture and see punished the horse thieves who beat his former employer before stealing his horses. He is successful in being hired to work on the ranch, but he doesn’t want to believe Buster Odell or her father had anything to do with stealing horses.

What else can he believe unless he finds evidence to the contrary? Convinced of her father’s innocence, Buster implores Thad to work with her to discover the real culprit. Their quest leads them on a dangerous journey.

Read all of Caroline’s The Widows of Wildcat Ridge books

Blessing, book 2

Garnet, book 9

 

Alexadra's Awakening: Pearson Grove Series Book 2 by Caroline Clemmons

Alexadra's Awakening:  Pearson Grove Series Book 2

by Caroline Clemmons

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Book Blurb:

A wealthy woman forced to change; a heroic sheriff standing his ground; the danger that unites them…

Alexandra Novak has been raised in wealth and is used to having whatever she wishes. Her parents have spoiled her and she’d begun to believe it her right. A fire that destroys her family home and almost costs her mother’s life starts Alexandra to rethink her values. When her father’s revelation shatters her world, she is determined to do whatever necessary to make her father happy—even if it means being nice to that girl he’s brought into their home.

Virgil Witt is the best sheriff Pearson Grove has had. Under his leadership, crime is at an all-time low. He has reconciled himself to the fact that he is destined to live alone except for his dog. Maybe that’s best since his job is a dangerous one. He can’t understand why Alexandra chases him, especially not after he’s explained he has no money.

When danger strikes the Novak family, can Virgil solve the problem in time? Can Alexandra convince Virgil she has changed? Can the two of them work together or will her need for the best resurface?

 

Adeline: Cupids and Cowboys, Book 10 by Caroline Clemmons

Adeline: Cupids and Cowboys, Book 10

By Caroline Clemmons

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Book Blurb:

Mix a woman in sorrow…A man’s longing…Two matchmaking girls’ mischief…Result-mayhem!  After the death of her fiancé, Violet Evanston escapes to the furthest teaching job she is offered. She loves the children and the community, but something is missing. As the second son, Clark Abernathy knows he won’t inherit the family business, so he’s happy to move to assist his uncle Abe with his carpentry business. Building for the future is fulfilling, but his personal happiness is incomplete. Adeline McGee and her best friend Nancy adore their teacher. They believe she’s far too kind and pretty to be alone. They’re also fond of Nancy’s cousin, Clark. When the fourteen-year-olds decide to play matchmaker, the town isn’t safe from fun, adventure, and happy every after.

Teachers could not be married women in the old West.  Men could be married, but when a woman got married she lost her job.  It was very unfair, but that was the way it was.  That meant if you really loved teaching, you had to remain a spinster.  Teachers had all kinds of morality clauses in their contracts and since they lived in housing provided by the town, they were watched like a hawk.  What a stressful way to live!
 

A Bride for Luke: The Proxy Brides Book 36 by Caroline Clemmons

A Bride for Luke: The Proxy Brides Book 36

by Caroline Clemmons

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Book Blurb:

Each is struggling to build a better life . . .

Two strong-willed people are bound to clash . . .

Danger forces them to focus on what is at stake . . .

Maeve Kelly came to America for a better life but found only signs that said No Irish Need Apply. When the cousin with whom she is staying leaves Boston, Maeve is left desperate. Her job at the laundry doesn’t pay enough for her to survive alone. Her friend suggests a way out, Maeve resists but finally accepts. What else can she do?

Sheriff Luke Sullivan is proud of his accomplishments. Known for his strong principles, he is admired and well-respected in the community. When he learns his mother and aunt have schemed to get him a proxy bride he’s furious. If he’d wanted a wife he would have found one. He respects and loves his mother and finally agrees to the marriage. Before he and his bride can adjust to one another, Luke is caught in the middle of an explosive situation between striking miners and the railroad.

Threats against Luke by each side have him fearing for the safety of his wife, mother, and aunt. He must resolve the strike to protect his family and many others. Will he succeed in time to save lives?

Strikes used to be very violent.  The companies would beat up striking workers, the workers would be up replacement workers (scabs), and people got killed.  Trying to mediate strikes put you in the middle and both sides could and would beat you up.  Luke and his family really were in danger.  See if he can keep everyone safe.