Posts Tagged ‘American West’

What seems to be the problem? And why are we meeting here at this orphanage?

Wednesday, October 23rd, 2019

 

Julia Ridgmont
grew up in the American West, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she knows how
to ride a horse. What it does mean, however, is that she loves to weave the
country’s rich history into riveting tales full of romance and intrigue.

When she’s not writing, Julia enjoys cooking, sewing costumes for her children,
spending time with her husband, and watching her children perform in sports or
plays—or, if she’s really bored or stuck on a plot twist, cleaning the house.
She also writes contemporary inspirational romance under her real name, Laura
L. Walker.

Follow Julia as she unveils heroes whose strength and courage are only
surpassed by their tenderness, and heroines who hide their lonely hearts with a
cover of steel. It will take overcoming insurmountable odds and an iron will
for them to find a love that lasts forever. Luckily, they have Julia to help
them along.
To guard his heart or protect two little girls . . . Is he willing to risk it all?
 
1871Pinkerton detective Chas Bryant’s last job for the agency is supposed to be
easy—deliver a cache of stolen items back to Mount Vernon after recovering them
from profiteers. Soon, however, Chas discovers that nothing in this case is
simple. When he’s called upon to search for a little girl gone missing after
her parents are murdered, there’s only one woman who can help him . . . but
he’ll need to make her his wife in order to complete the investigation.

Jessica Flanders is only trying to rescue her younger sister from a fate
bleaker than death. How can the powers that be possibly think that separating
them from each other is a good idea? Jessica made a dying promise to her
parents. Now she needs Chas’s help to get her sister back, but when they dig
deeper into the matter, they discover another little girl with an even greater
need for being rescued.

Soon it becomes clear that someone else is searching for the missing girl, too.
Can they keep her safe until the case is solved and the murderers are caught?
If so, Chas and Jessica will need to forge a bond that is stronger than the
evil forces surrounding them, and in the process, a love that will never be
lost.

Read each of the Pinkerton Matchmaker stories in any order. These agents give
the phrase “married to your work” a whole new meaning!

Snippet:
“I’ve made a promise to serve and
protect the people of this land, and that is what I intend to do. You are old
enough to fend for yourself. This little girl isn’t. And wanting to keep her
under your delicate wing, without a husband to aid you, is not only pure
foolishness but selfish to boot.”
Jessica reared back as if she’d been
slapped. How could wanting to take care of her sister be considered selfish?
She stood to her full height of five-foot-six and told the deputy, “I resent
that remark. I demand that you hand my sister over right this minute!”
“And I demand that you remove yourself
from the premises. You have until the count of three before I arrest you.”
“Jessica!” Amy whimpered, her huge
eyes nearly taking up all the space in the upper half of her face.
Jessica’s heart pounded. What should
she do?
“One . . .”
Whatever it was, she needed to do it
quickly.
“Two . . .”
Please,
Lord, show me a way to keep Amy.
“Thr—”
“There you are, darling!”
A new voice, one that Jessica didn’t
recognize, came from her left. The deep baritone cut off the deputy’s threat.
Jessica turned toward that voice to find a man whose dark hair was cut short on
the sides, and whose slight beard and temples were touched with gray, approach
from her side. “I’m sorry I was so late getting off work. I saw your note,
saying that you had come here, and followed as fast as I could.”
Jessica’s jaw went slack. As the man
placed one large hand on her shoulder and leaned in for a kiss on her cheek,
she fought the urge to slap him for taking such liberties. The stranger smiled
even wider at her discomfiture and resumed his playacting. “What seems to be
the problem? And why are we meeting here at this orphanage?”
“Um . . .”
The man had eyes that were bluer than the
Potomac. Oh, my.

 

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Pleasance’s First Love by Kristin Holt

Saturday, April 1st, 2017

Kristin Holt

USA Today Bestselling Author

 


I recall the winter of my first grade year, basking in the heat from our fireplace in Kalamazoo, Michigan. Dad read aloud Madeline L’Engle’s A WRINKLE IN TIME and Mom peeled orange segments for us to enjoy. That was the definitive moment I fell in love with fiction.
  
I write frequent articles (or view recent posts easily on my Home Page, scroll down) about the nineteenth century American West–every subject of possible interest to readers, amateur
historians, authors…as all of these tidbits surfaced while researching for my books. I also blog monthly at
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Sweethearts
, and Romancing the
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His worst mistake was letting her go.
His second-worst mistake? Bringing her home.

No one will ever know how badly Pleasance
Benton’s abandonment threw Jacob Gideon. He landed hard, hard enough he didn’t care to find a replacement. Now that he needs a woman, he figures the safest
way is to order one from a catalog.

Pleasance is back to reclaim her rightful
place at Jacob’s side. One way or another she’ll remind him theirs is a match made in heaven…once the shock wears off. The teensy-weensy problem? Jacob doesn’t know that she—
his first love—is
his catalog bride.
.

 

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Snippet #1
 
Jacob had been a man of twenty-three when last
she’d seen him.
He’d…grown.
 
Broader, taller, his features more defined,
the power in his lean body evident in every pacing step.
 
No, the man didn’t pace. He prowled. Stalked.
And collided with her—
 
Not physically. Just the same, his attention
snared and she was caught. A rabbit in his trap.
 
Every time she anticipated this reunion, she’d
known precisely how he’d respond—how could she not? She’d known him forever.
In these many rehearsals, he’d taken her
elbow, ever the gentleman, and escorted her away from the crowded platform.
He’d never been one to make a scene or cause a lady a moment’s discomfort.
 
In rehearsal, he’d searched her face for answers,
with hope, surprise, and joy in his eyes. She’d open her reticule, remove the
bundle of letters he’d penned over the past year, tied neatly with blue ribbon
the exact shade as her gown—
Jacob tensed. A mountain lion, ready to
pounce.
 
She’d anticipated cranky—she could deal with
cranky. Fury collided with incredulity on his features, hardening his handsome
face to granite.
He’d identified her. Instant and undeniable
recognition.
He wasn’t looking left or right, making sure
she was the blue dress and the blue bonnet, as promised by mail.
 
He focused wholly on her, as if she were the
only woman in the world.
Her heart leapt with remembered joy and a love
so strong, so poignant, she smiled. A soft smile, just for him. Without meaning
to, utterly unscripted, she took a step toward him. He looked…wonderful.
He whirled about and strode…away?
 
          Directly
to the hitching post. Without so much as a by your leave, he swung into the
saddle, and with the ease of the accomplished horseman he was, nudged the bay
into a canter.
 
 
 
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Momentous Moments in the Old West You May Have Missed

Sunday, January 3rd, 2016

Rod Miller, how long have you been writing?

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Since the mid-1970s I have written advertising copy for a living. But it wasn’t until about 1997 that I attempted “creative” writing. I started with poetry, and a few years later tried short stories, with my first story published in 2003. Then I thought I’d try writing books, and had a nonfiction book and a novel published in 2005. Along the way I also started writing for magazines. I continue to write in all those areas.

 

Tell us where you were born and where do you live now.

I grew up in Goshen, Utah, a small town on Highway 6 in the far corner of Utah County. I have lived and worked in Utah, Idaho, and Nevada, and for the past 30 years or so have lived in Sandy, Utah.

 

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