It gives me great pleasure to welcome author Caryl McAdoo to the blog today to talk about her latest book in the Cross Timbers Family Saga, Texas Timbers.
He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains the Lord’s favor . . . is the reverse true?
Can a romance born of prophecy thrive? Autumn Hope knows for a fact that the man she’s to marry cuts timber in the Sulphur River bottoms. She’s seen him in her dreams—exactly where he’s working and goes so far as to buy that block. Of course, she convinces her father she must travel the hundred and fifty miles to meet the man of her dreams. If he isn’t to be her husband, why would she kiss him in her night vision?
The lady’s sudden appearance baffles Sean. Craziness needs a keeper, but how did she ever find him or know his crosscut saw would break? Wounded by lost love, he cannot believe the tall tale the pretty lady is spinning. It has to be a scam, right? God doesn’t work that way . . . or does He?
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Read all the Cross Timbers Romance Family Saga series!
GONE TO TEXAS, book one, 1840
TEXAS MY TEXAS, book two, 1841
TEXAS TEARS, book three, 1845
LEAVING TEXAS, book four, 1850
TEXAS TROUBLES, book five, 1860
TEXAS TRAILS, book six, 1869
TEXAS TIMBERS, book seven, 1873
Dallas, Texas September 1873
Business boomed at The Lowell House. Tate had never seen the hotel slow since it opened back in ’53 though. He eased up to the front desk and tapped the bell. A not-so-young lady—he’d seen her before but couldn’t call her name—emerged from a back room. Thin as a runny pancake, but with nice enough features.
“Deputy McCarthy! Good morning to you! Need to speak with Mister Lowell?”
“No. Well, not yet anyway.” So many remembered him and knew his name because of his public service. He looked around the lobby. “Is Mis’ess Lowell handy?”
“As pockets on a skirt!” The clerk giggled at her own humor then ducked her head a bit and batted her lashes. “Sure thing, Deputy. I believe she is free. Would you like me to fetch her for you?” She grinned and gave him a wink.
Was the woman flirting?
“Please, ma’am. I’d appreciate that.” He turned around, hoping Miss Friendly was just that, only being friendly. He loved his wife and would never be looking for a side lady.
Shortly, the hotel’s matron tapped him on the shoulder. She’d caught him window shopping the ladies’ boutique right there in the hotel’s lobby. What a great idea that wife of Enoch’s had, a stroke of genius.
“Hey, Tate! What brings you to our humble abode?”
Could anyone dazzle like Charity Lowell? And the better part of her razzle was that she didn’t even try to be the belle of any ball.
“Oh, thought I’d stop by, see if you’d heard anything about that murder over in Fort Worth?”
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The prolific writer loves singing the new songs God gives her almost as much as penning new novels—hear a few at YouTube! She’s been married to Ron fifty-three years, and they share four children and twenty-one grandsugars. The McAdoos live in the woods south of Clarksville, seat of Red River County in far Northeast Texas, waiting expectantly for God to open the next door.
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