Welcome back to Romance Sweet Reads. Today we're going to continue with our feature of a new series of sweet/inspirational, western historical romances. The series, RESCUE ME (Mail-Order Brides) consists of twenty-five books, releasing once per week, every Monday. So, sit back and enjoy!
The tenth book in the Rescue Me (Mail Order Brides) series, is Ellen, by Author Elissa Strati.
Ellen has been the family breadwinner while her men are off in Europe, making the world safe for democracy. But with the war over, Sydney, the man whose job she held, is back, and she is unemployed. And now Sydney is stalking her! At her mother's suggestion she becomes a mail-order bride. But has she fled far enough to be safe?
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Tatters, the Spencer family cat, lay sprawled across the front stoop as Sydney Greeley walked toward the house. It seemed the cat thought no better of Sydney than any other member of the family. He remained sprawled, but lifted his head and glared at the intruder.
As Sydney started up the steps, Tatters hissed loudly, then swiped at Sydney’s pants, grasping a little cloth and probably a bit of skin before pulling free and jumping up into a standing position, back arched and tail fluffed out.
As Sydney started up the steps, Tatters hissed loudly, then swiped at Sydney’s pants, grasping a little cloth and probably a bit of skin before pulling free and jumping up into a standing position, back arched and tail fluffed out.
Never one to weather insults well, Sydney’s blood pressure skyrocketed as he turned red with fury. Shoving himself back on his feet he started for the cat, arms extended. He got another scratch for his trouble, this time on his hand, and then the cat leapt gracefully down the stairs and ran for the nearest tree. Spinning on his heel Sydney raced after the beast.
Tatters may well have been enjoying this game, as he only climbed up as far as the first overhanging limb, which was barely above Sydney’s head.
“I’ve got you now!” growled Sydney as he reached up. Sydney’s face was close enough for Tatters to slash him across the nose this time, before leaping up to a higher branch out of reach.
By now the sounds of the commotion had penetrated into the nearest houses, and heads were beginning to poke through windows.
Tatters was generally well liked by the neighbors, in part for his pest control services, although one or two had had issues with the haughty feline, who did not appreciate when his gifts were rejected. He was well enough fed that he generally did not dine on his prey, but delivered, to the door of the owner, the vole or gopher or whatever other rodent he may have eliminated from the yard.
Most of the neighbors were grateful, despite not being that fond of finding decaying corpses on their doormats, no matter how small. The topic was a neighborhood joke, and had replaced the weather as a conversation starter.
“What did Tatters bring you last night?”
One was almost embarrassed not to have been a recipient of his largess!
One was almost embarrassed not to have been a recipient of his largess!
I am an Army brat who has traveled extensively both at home (U.S.) and abroad (much of the world but not as much as I'd like!), seeing places, learning history, and, most importantly, meeting people. With all its travails, life is wonderful, God is good, and I am a Pollyanna. My clean, sweet romances, largely historical, western fiction, cross other genres with abandon as they spice and flavor my work. I am most easily reached, under my own name, on Facebook. (Truly, there is only one!) Hope to hear from you
Women on the run! But from what? Will they need rescuing? Or, will these intrepid heroines have the faith and the strength to rescue themselves while finding their ultimate reward? True love!
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Blessings,
Nancy
What a wonderful excerpt! It certainly draws you in!
ReplyDeleteIt certainly does Cheryl.
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