Amelia C. Adams is the author of
twenty-five sweet Western romance novels, the mother of four children, and the
eater of chocolate cake and tacos. Many tacos. Too many tacos to count. Because
cheese. And meat. Meat and cheese.
three times and has the screenshots to prove it. Even though sheâ€™s only beenÂ publishing Westerns for two years, she plans to do it forever and ever, or
until the cows come home, whichever happens first. She credits her own pioneer
heritage for this new interest, and is glad that she doesnâ€™t have to wear
twelve petticoats to be considered modest.Â
so many other authors, didn’t write from childhood or read long into the night
beneath the covers with a flashlight. She found romance novels as an adult.
After reading about a million, she discovered numerous people residing in her
head, all looking for a way onto the printed page.
America and Past President of Yellow Rose Romance Writers, plus she regularlyÂ contributes to romance blog, Smart Girls Read Romance. She is a member of TheÂ Daughters of the American Revolution and The Daughters of the Republic ofÂ Texas.
their three beautiful grandchildren. In addition to writing and researchingÂ with her fabulous critique partners, she enjoys playing Bridge, working onÂ crochet projects, and tracking down relatives through genealogy.Â Â Â
with the men and women who settled the untamed land west of the Mississippi.
Glued to TV westerns like Maverick, Rawhide and Gunsmoke, and reading stories
of Annie Oakley, Roy Rogers and Rin Tin Tin, it was only natural that when sheÂ started writing, she wrote what she loved to watch and read. When sheâ€™s notÂ writing or travelling in search of the perfect setting for her next novel, youÂ can usually find her wielding a pair of knitting needles or a pool cue.
Western novellas by five of your favorite authors!
Doris Miller, and no man is interested in her. Traveling two-thousand miles
across country to marry a stranger may seem strange to some, but itâ€™s the
answer to her troubles.
are the scourge of the town of Salmon, Oregon. When one of the women of the
town insists he needs a bride, heâ€™s certain he could never find someone willing
to marry him. When he receives a response from Doris Miller, heâ€™s convinced it
will be a marriage of convenience, and they will simply coexist. Will Doris be
able to change his mind about his future?
Amelia C. Adams
way up and is now employed as the ladies’ maid for Lady Douglas, a wealthy
woman of distinction. When Lady Douglas decides to travel to America to visit
her son, she gives the girl a chance to see the world and experience things she
could only dream about before.
his life as an American businessman, all the while knowing that he’ll
eventually return to England to run the family estate. Circumstances force his
hand early and he must drop everything to set things to rights–one of those
things being the stewardship of a lovely young ladies’ maid who finds herself
without a home.
collide . . . two hearts must decide what it is they most want.
Arkansas by Carra Copelin
at the altar by her intended. Seeking to heal her bruised feminine ego, she
moves in with her sister. While learning to cope with her new life, she
discovers she isnâ€™t content to live the life of a spoiled society woman. Can
she let go of her newfound independence when the right man comes along?
Flat Rock Point, Arkansas a year after the accident that almost cost his life.
His former employer has asked him for help at the lumber mill. He is
apprehensive, but feels he owes the man who saved his life. Then he crosses
paths with the most delectable, yet bewildering female heâ€™s ever encountered.
the newly formed Yellowstone National Park, life seems like it couldn’t get any
better for Ben Ferguson. But patrolling for poachers is fraught with danger,
and he soon finds his future looking bleak. Images of a blue-eyed guardian
angel are the only thing he has to pull him from the edge of death.
Demon-possessed. Clara Youngblood has been labeled many things by people who
cannot understand the challenges she must confront every day within her own
mind. When all seems dark, a glimmer of hope appears in the form of a retired
have chosen the circumstances that brought them together, but they soon
discover their importance in rescuing each other.
goalâ€”to leave Rocky Ridge as soon as possible and see the world. She has no
intention of ever being under a manâ€™s thumb, and she has no desire to spend her
life cooking and cleaning when she could be sailing the Pacific or touring
ancient Greek ruins.
is content with his life on his ranch, it would be perfect if he had a wife to
share it with. Unfortunately, there is only one woman heâ€™s interested in
marryingâ€”Chloe Taggart. Chloe and Austin have known each other for years, but
sheâ€™s never looked at him as anything more than a friend.
his diner to Austin in a poker game, Austin makes her a propositionâ€”her father
will get his diner back, and Austin will get Chloe.”
my email first thing in the morning. Itâ€™s a compulsionâ€”if I donâ€™t do it, I
books at the very last second. I donâ€™t know why. I keep trying to get more
organized . . . it hasnâ€™t worked yet.
in public, and not just on Halloween. Bonnet likes outings.
perfect beverage ever. With lots and lots of ice.
than almost anything else in the world.
stack of papers spread out for easy access. He first read all the parts of the
will that pertained to Grant, and then he read the parts that pertained to
Sybil. He then took an envelope, passed it across the table to Sybil, and
advised her to visit the bank after leaving his office.
in America, Iâ€™m sure?â€ Sybil asked as she tucked the envelope into her
your time in America as a gift from me,â€ Grant said. He felt terrible about
everything that had happened, and if he could ease his conscience in any way,
he would do it.
â€œI beg your pardon?â€
full sum of your inheritance.â€
you mean to tell me that Iâ€™m to consider the clothing and the stay in the
Palace Hotel a gift? Lord Douglas, that might be one of the most offensive
things anyone has ever said to me. No respectable woman, whether high bred or
low, would accept such personal things from a man. Itâ€™s insulting and
demeaning.â€ She pulled the envelope back out and tossed it at him. â€œI
respectfully request that you remove the appropriate amount of money from that
â€œHonestly, Sybil, I had no ideaâ€”â€
Her voice was so cold and her eyes were so hard, he had no reasonable choice
but to open the envelope and withdraw some of the money. He couldnâ€™t remember
all the sums, so he made a guess and passed the envelope back to her. â€œThank
you. Now I believe Iâ€™ll be on my way.â€