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Bride of the Wild is a romantic adventure set in 1850’s Colorado.

A series of bear attacks shatter the peace of Fern Valley, spurring the inhabitants to organize a hunting party to rid the town of a feral animal. Micah Blaylock is a wagon master and trapper, having lived deep in the Rocky Mountains most of his life. He has come to Fern Valley to look for work, bringing with him his friend, Deer Runner, an Arapaho Indian, who speaks fluent English. Upon meeting Saffron Fossett, he is drawn to her beauty, her poise, and her spirit, harboring a crush that blossoms into love, but, alas, she seems firmly set on Silas Hefferman, the eldest son of a rich merchant.

Thus begins the adventure of a lifetime, as Saffron, Micah, and Silas join a hunting party intent on killing the rabid bear. Not only will they be forced to protect themselves from the dangers of nature, but the woodland Utes call these mountains their home, and they will go to any length to protect their way of life.

Saffron will have to place her faith in God, and once the decision is made, she won’t ever be able to turn back. This leap of faith might just end in tragedy—but perhaps not, if you believe in miracles.

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Bride of the Wild

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Bride of the Wild is a novel about the pioneers who settled the American west, risking everything in pursuit of better lives. Saffron Fossett and her family braved a treacherous journey along an immigrant trail to settle in the wilds of the Rockies, with its majestic, snowcapped mountains and lush prairies. The family built a house and farmed for a living, but after a bout with illness, Saffron’s mother succumbed, leaving the Fossett children bereft. Her beau, Silas Hefferman, offered comfort, and Saffron hoped to be his wife one day.

Micah Blaylock had been a wagon master and trapper, having lived deep in the Rocky Mountains most of his life. He has come to Fern Valley to look for work, bringing with him his friend, Deer Runner, an Arapaho Indian, who was fluent in English. Upon meeting Saffron, he is drawn to her beauty, her poise, and her spirit, harboring a secret crush that blossoms into an all-encompassing love.

A series of bear attacks shatter the peace of Fern Valley, spurring the inhabitants to organize a hunting party. As Saffron embarks on this dangerous mission, calamity soon follows, and she must confront her fears and risk it all to save those she cares for. The love she seeks is indeed near, someone whom she has grown to respect—someone she had never imagined herself with—yet through trial and circumstance, she could now never live without.

Bride of the Wild is a standalone novel, coming in October November….

Categories: Victorian romance novels, historical romance bestsellers, sweet historical romance, pioneer western novels, Colorado history, clean historical romance, inspirational historical romance, action adventure historical romance, Christian historical romance, 19th century fiction, Victorian romance suspense.

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Spoiled Evelyn is available now!

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The Mail Order Brides of Boot Creek

A woman of means, Evelyn Warner refuses to marry the man her family insists upon, fleeing with her maid, Tory, to the New Mexico Territory. Believing she has successfully escaped, hiding under the guise of a mail order bride, Evelyn is hesitant to marry Percy Vanguard, although he is from a respectable family and kindhearted. A chance encounter with Boot Creek’s most notorious bachelor, Chuck Brittle, in a stairwell, stuns Evelyn, especially when he takes her in his arms and kisses her. Trouble is never far behind, though, and the past is about to catch up with her.

Here is a preview of Spoiled Evelyn:

 

Leaving Tory, I ventured down a lushly carpeted hallway towards a set of heavy oak steps. As I descended, passing several mirrors, I glanced at myself, seeing a woman with pale skin and dark hair, which had been artfully arranged. I wore a mini top hat with a green sash and feathers. My dress was green satin with lavish, black decoration and a high bustle. I knew the Vanguards would find little fault in my appearance, but it was what they thought of my character that worried me. I had proven myself to be rather fickle. I would have to win them over in some manner.

Rounding the bend on the last landing before the entranceway, something tall and dark collided with me. “Oh!” This person had nearly trampled me, and we both fell, although he grabbed my waist in such a manner that instead of falling to the floor, I fell on him. “By mighty!” My hat was no match for gravity, sliding free of its pins, while it sailed across the landing. I lay on top of a complete stranger, in a jumble of arms and legs and enough fabric to drown us both. Mortified, I sucked in a shocked breath, while meeting his startled expression.

“Well, hello, little lady,” he drawled.

As I pushed against his chest, he felt muscular beneath my fingertips, entirely hard and unyielding. “Sir!”

His hat had fallen as well, exposing a mass of dark, thick hair. “You sure are a tall glass of water. Yes, ma’am.” I’d managed to get to my knees, although breathing had become difficult in this position, the corset digging into my chest. “Let me help you, honey.” He grabbed me around the waist, hauling me upwards, but, instead of letting me go, he pulled me near. “You’re not from around these parts. We don’t get ladies this pretty, normally.” He stood taller by nearly a foot, his face weathered, yet friendly, while a teasing smile lit his eyes.

“I’m fine, sir. You may unhand me.” I sounded slightly breathless.

“Oh, indeed, you are fine.”

Never having been treated in such a manner by anyone, I strove to form the words needed to chastise him for his impertinence. An arm remained around my back in a far too familiar manner, while the aroma of brandy and cigar smoke clung to his clothing. In that moment, while gazing at his pleasing face, I felt the most outrageous urge to kiss him. Never in my life had I faced such a startling dilemma. This rough and rugged man was the epitome of what I imagined cowboys were like from these parts, and it seemed as if my dream of meeting one had come true. Something glimmered in his eyes, a flash of roguish intent, because he grasped my face then, his sizable thumbs pressing into my cheeks.

“I’ll probably get slapped for this, but I don’t care,” he murmured, closing his lips over mine.

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The Mail Order Brides of Boot Creek

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The Mail Order Brides of Boot Creek

Amidst the lawlessness of 1880’s New Mexico, the mayor’s wife, Mrs. Hershey, is determined to find wives for the towns most notorious and eligible bachelors. But little does she realize the magnitude of the challenges that face her, because matching perfect strangers is far more difficult than it looks.

Wretched Chastity

Fleeing New York and her creditors, Chastity Donovan arrives in Boot Creek to marry an alcoholic miner, with a murderous bent. The promise of a new life quickly evaporates, but outlaw Lucian Ellison presents an interesting dilemma. He is determined to not only find the gold that is owed him, but also steal Chastity for his own.

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Desperate Lola

Lola Parsons has a secret. She’s a runaway, determined to escape the clutches of her stepfather. Being a mail order bride will solve all of her problems, as Mrs. Hershey has connected her to one of the wealthiest cattle barons in the territory. But her new husband won’t tolerate lies, and trouble looms from the threat of a business rival. To compound matters, Lola’s worst fears are realized when her stepfather kidnaps her, throwing everything into chaos.

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Shameful Celia

After Celia’s husband dies in a freak accident, she is forced to answer a mail order bride ad, hoping to wed quickly. After arriving in Boot Creek, her fiancé, Earnest Hobart, is shocked to learn that not only has she been married before, but Celia’s also heavily pregnant. Pastor Nicolas Kinsley must step in to help, offering the mother-to-be a place to stay in the Men’s Emporium, where he lives. He falls hard for Celia, but a secret from his past threatens to destroy any chance of happiness.

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Coming soon… Spoiled Evelyn

A woman of means, Evelyn Warner refuses to marry the man her family insists upon, fleeing with her maid, Tory, to the New Mexico Territory. Believing she has successfully escaped, hiding under the guise of a mail order bride, Evelyn is hesitant to marry Percy Vanguard, although he is from a respectable family and kindhearted. A chance encounter with Boot Creek’s most notorious bachelor, Chuck Brittle, in a stairwell, stuns Evelyn, especially when he takes her in his arms and kisses her. Trouble is never far behind, though, and the past is about to catch up with her.

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The Mail Order Brides of Boot Creek

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Mail Order Catastrophe!

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The Mail Order Brides of Boot Creek

Amidst the drunken lawlessness of 1880’s New Mexico, the mayor’s wife, Mrs. Hershey, is determined to find wives for the towns most notorious and eligible bachelors.

Wretched Chastity

Fleeing New York and her creditors, Chastity Donovan arrives in Boot Creek to marry an alcoholic miner, with a murderous bent. The promise of a new life evaporates, but outlaw Lucian Ellison presents an interesting dilemma. He is determined to not only find the gold that is owed him, but also steal Chastity for his own.

Desperate Lola

Lola Parsons has a secret. She’s a runaway, determined to escape the clutches of her stepfather. Being a mail order bride will solve all of her problems, as Mrs. Hershey has connected her to one of the wealthiest cattle barons in the territory. But her new husband won’t tolerate lies, and trouble looms from the threat of a business rival. To compound matters, Lola’s worst fears are realized when her stepfather kidnaps her, throwing everything into chaos.

Shameful Celia

When Celia’s husband dies in a freak accident, she is forced to answer a mail order bride ad, hoping to wed quickly. After arriving in Boot Creek, her fiancé is shocked to learn that not only has she been married before, but Celia’s also heavily pregnant. Refusing to honor his commitment to her, Pastor Kinsley must step in to help, offering Celia a place to stay in the Men’s Emporium, where he lives. It’s not long before the bachelor preacher falls hard for the brunette beauty, but there is a reason why he has not married, or perhaps … is he already married?

These are the first three books in the series, with more to follow in the weeks to come.

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“An Unexpected Kiss” is coming soon!

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Update:  An Unexpected Kiss is now available at Amazon and is in publication at B&N, iTunes, and Kobo.

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In the continuation of The Colorado Brides series, Susanna Hampton, Fanny’s adopted daughter, is about to embark on an adventure of the heart.

She’ll meet the man of her dreams, but he’s not at all what she expected. Russell Wade is a hard-living saloon owner in Denver City, who is struggling to raise two children after his wife left him. There will be twists and turns and surprises, but when it’s all said and done, two people, who truly belong together, will find themselves happily situated.

Here is an excerpt:

I giggled at that, but then gasped, as Mr. Wade appeared in the doorway. He had donned a frock coat and hat, but his weapon remained upon his thigh, remembering how he had pointed it at me earlier. He had come to observe his daughter, eyeing her dancing with a look of stoic acceptance. Grace was oblivious at being observed, laughing and dancing gaily in the arms of the charming Captain Harwood. When the music stopped and another tune began, they remained thus engaged, spinning amongst the other dancers, although Grace had improved dramatically.

It was then that Mr. Wade discovered me, his steely gaze fixed. “He has no reason to be so cross,” I murmured.

Mary had followed my stare. “Goodness, there he is in the flesh, and still, even with the coat, so rough-looking.”

“He doesn’t seem at all comfortable in good society.”

“I would say not.”

A man approached, disrupting our conversation. “Miss Hampton,” said Thomas Stoddard. “Might I have this dance?”

“I…I’m sorry, Thomas. I’m forgoing this one. Perhaps later?”

His favorable countenance fell. “That’s a shame.”

He was the son of the baker, and a known member of our set, but I had wanted to speak to my sister. “I’ll dance with you tonight, I promise.”

This appeased him. “Very well then.”

When he left, I leaned towards Mary. “What do you think he’ll do? He’s standing there quite strangely, wouldn’t you say?”

“Indeed. He has yet to stop staring at you.”

That was true. “He’s coming now!” My heart jumped into my throat. “Oh, I hope he’ll not lecture me. I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Other than breaking into someone’s home and sticking your nose in their business,” she said acidly, her eyebrows lifting.

“Oh, bosh!”

“Evenin’, ladies,” drawled Mr. Wade.

“You’ve come to check on us,” I said.

“That I have.”

“Well, as you can see, Grace is enjoying herself, and I’m watching over her like a hawk. You needn’t have bothered coming.” I sounded peeved, but then I realized I was.

“You’re a stranger, Miss Hampton. You think I’d trust my flesh and blood to strangers?”

What had happened in his life to warrant such suspicion? “I know, sir. I’ve been responsible for my sister’s children for some time now. No harm has ever come to them under my care. I put their needs above my own, sir.”

“I can vouch for that,” agreed Mary. “I trust her implicitly with Rosalind and Albert. She’ll make a fine mother one of these days.”

I hadn’t expected such praise. “Why, thank you, Mary. I adore your children.” I turned to Mr. Wade. “This is my sister, Mrs. Mary Carlyle. Mary, this is Mr. Wade.”

They shook hands, although his attention remained on me, which was perplexing. “It’s a pleasure.”

She noted this, saying, “Why don’t you dance?”

“I beg your pardon?” Now he had my sister’s undivided interest, but his grey eyes had hardened.

“Ask Susanna to dance.”

“I…” his eyes were on me, “don’t dance.”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, the oddest sensation shimmied down my backbone, leaving me acutely aware of his particular attention. It was like a magnetic pull that had me yearning to be in his arms, but he had refused me. This should have hurt my feelings, but I intuitively knew it had nothing to do with me or perhaps it did. He seemed to be struggling with something, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, itching for…what?

He does want to dance with you.

Maybe he doesn’t know how?

Or he’s angry with me.

No, he’s not really angry.

Then what on earth is the matter with him?

I’d love to find out…

The music stopped, and Captain Harwood returned with Grace, whose face was rosy from the exertion. She beamed at her father. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“How many dances have you had with him?” he asked harshly.

“Two.”

“Find another partner.” He glared at me. “Her reputation is in your hands this evenin’, Miss Hampton. If there’s even a hint of impropriety, I’ll tan your hide.”

My mouth fell open. “Goodness, you’re quite crude, Mr. Wade.”

“I am.”

His behavior firmed my resolve, as anger pricked. “I can assure you nothing untoward will happen tonight.”

Mary held out her hand to Captain Harwood. “I’ll dance the next, if you want. I’ll beg too, if I have to. Someone needs to save me from this inane conversation.”

“You’re not going to ruin the night, are you, Pa? Miss Hampton is without a partner. You could ask her to dance. It’s obvious she loathes you, but if you ask nicely, perhaps she’ll say yes.”

“He’s already refused me.” Mary and the captain had taken their leave, as the next song began to play—another waltz. Thomas Stoddard had asked for a dance, but he seemed nowhere to be found.

Another man approached Grace. “Might I have this dance?”

She beamed. “Of course.” He took her away without another word.

The moment was awkward, as Mr. Wade and I had been left alone. “You needn’t worry,” I said. “I’m watching her carefully.” Didn’t he have a business to mind?

His appearance had been noted, because several sets of interested faces turned our way. Then there had been whisperings amongst the couples, and I could only imagine what they thought. It was unusual to see the Wades at social gatherings and they were conspicuously absent from church as well. Everyone had to be wondering why he was speaking to me.

“Well,” I began, searching desperately for something to say, “I…suppose…”

“We should dance.” His hand was on my back, which made me jump. “I’ve not done this in years. I apologize in advance.”

Stunned, I let him lead me into the crowd, while couples turned round and round, the music light and charming. The glow from a dozen lamps gave off sufficient enough illumination, yet there were still shadows in places, and he seemed to prefer to hide in them, guiding me to a darkened corner. While Susanna whirled in the center, I found myself in the arms of her father, a man I hardly knew, and yet, I was thoroughly intrigued.

“You confuse me.” I had spoken the first thing that came to mind. His arm was around my back, while my left hand was in his. I wasn’t inexperienced when it came to dancing, but I knew enough to determine that he held me too closely.

His lips were near my ear. “This was a mistake.”

My heart hammered in my chest. At this proximity, he smelled of spicy soap or perhaps cologne, but there was whiskey on him too and tobacco, which clung to his clothing. It was an inherently male scent, and I inhaled deeply. We moved half-heartedly, not keeping time with the music at all.

I finally found my voice. “You’re a terrible dancer.”

This insult did not seem to register, our eyes meeting, while his look darkened. “You’re a busybody.”

He was right. “I…know.”

“Do you always walk into stranger’s homes?”

“No.”

“Why did you?”

“I was curious.”

“About what?”

“Your son. Why he feels the need to steal.”

“I told you why.”

“Out of boredom.”

“Yes.”

“That’s not an excuse, sir.”

“Russell. Call me Russell.”

“He should be in school.”

“You should mind your own business.”

“Why did you come tonight?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t know, but…I find you…fascinating.” I should have kept that to myself, but the words had fallen from my lips before I could stop them.

The music had ended, yet we were held immobile by an invisible force that neither seemed inclined to break. His chin grazed my temple and he kissed my forehead, which was wholly unexpected. Then his arms fell to his sides, as he turned away, leaving me standing there, staring after him, while he strode towards the doors and quit the room.

I had never been more conflicted in my life and I hadn’t a clue what I was even conflicted about.

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The Carson Brothers of Kansas is now a complete series

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In the age of gunslingers, train robberies, and frontier towns, the Carson brothers of Kansas are notorious for their rowdy and lawless ways. But, even the most hardened soul can’t resist falling in love when he meets his match, and these cowboys will do that and more.

A Mail Order Bride for Charlie

Desperate for grandbabies, and cursed with four wayward sons, Maggie Carson concocts a scheme to impersonate them in letters sent back east for mail order brides.

Rebecca Hart is the first ensnared, romanced by sweet words, poetry, and the promise of a new life. When she arrives in Topeka, she is eager to marry the man she thought she had come to admire, but the groom, Grant Carson, is nowhere to be found. It is his younger brother, Charlie, who greets her at the train station. Charlie is appalled after discovering his mother’s deception, yet jealous that Rebecca is meant for his older brother, who, in his estimation, does not deserve her.

A Mail Order Bride for Bronson

Fleeing from an abusive marriage, Charlotte Mills and her five-year-old son, Dudley, travel to Kansas in the hope of securing a better future. While on the train to Topeka, the passengers are robbed by a band of outlaws. In the midst of the chaos, one of the bandits, a tall, rugged man in a bandana, shamelessly steals her last ten dollars. Injured after a robbery, Bronson Carson is forced to return to the Carson Ranch to recuperate; where he meets the woman he robbed, as she nurses him back to health.

A Mail Order Bride for Wyatt

While on the Chisholm Trail, Eugenia’s drawn to the handsome trail boss, but Wyatt Carson, oldest of the Carson brothers, has no plans to settle down just yet or anytime soon, preferring his freedom. Eugenia is a raven-haired beauty with big, dark eyes. Her fun and flirty manner begin to wear him down, especially after she dons a pair of men’s denim pants and learns to ride and shoot. The flirtatious vixen tempts him like no other, and his good intentions begin to evaporate. As the cowboys pull into Abilene, Wyatt must let Eugenia go. This could be the biggest challenge of his life.

A Mail Order Bride for Grant

Grant Carson’s stubborn refusal to settle down and marry has exasperated his long-suffering mother, Maggie. He has been involved with a married woman for years now, but being shot at by an angry husband has forced him to rethink his choices. Grant is intrigued by Eva’s innocent vulnerability, wanting more than anything to help her. Yet the plucky blonde is illusive and vexing, having a plan of her own.

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