tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34473430865222604372024-03-25T06:58:27.407-07:00Romance Sweet ReadsNancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-1931772322816810202023-07-28T00:30:00.044-07:002023-07-28T00:30:00.127-07:00TRAPPED IN CORAL RIDGE by Author LYNNE LANNING (Christmas Bride Dilemma ~ Book 8)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9D2tgH7UiZ-HkyfLfEfNkdAK0BO0ReH6w33OCsQ8-c-ymiqlpykr9KQBnh9msd5xBrDBigHd3JGQxCFZM58qxkW3fj-IU0quLNstBwVrflBtreHwajYsNiilmtA9RuTBcmR0-dABpJMCK6WU_iQbaJw244NVeNvw_1PU9ICH5EA5Gu_yp44mB8WdnCzOK/s1200/8%20Lynne%20BB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9D2tgH7UiZ-HkyfLfEfNkdAK0BO0ReH6w33OCsQ8-c-ymiqlpykr9KQBnh9msd5xBrDBigHd3JGQxCFZM58qxkW3fj-IU0quLNstBwVrflBtreHwajYsNiilmtA9RuTBcmR0-dABpJMCK6WU_iQbaJw244NVeNvw_1PU9ICH5EA5Gu_yp44mB8WdnCzOK/w640-h320/8%20Lynne%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> Welcome back to <i>Romance Sweet Reads</i>. Today we're going to continue our <i>Christmas in July</i> celebration with the next book in a brand-new, eight book, multi-author series. <span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b>Christmas Bride Dilemma</b></i></span> is sure to put you in the mood and, if you're in the middle of a hot summer, we might cool you off a bit, too!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p>The eighth, and final, book in the series is <span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><i>Trapped in Coral Ridge</i></b></span>, by bestselling and award-winning author, <b>Lynne Lanning</b>.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNF920W83Q8IZP5fwsSXivLrNm6622hzVvxMdLygljmUoaWD9d0Bbc7Brca-7uc4MvUzg-APc3GwpKBRCbhaiMgSOvbM-aq7itJOs-Fzlwlmzo2Zshf523MwYc0RxWn6PdBi9SFGNIymSWpms1BHGbsP0x8pp38RhRnuNTiOBeJ1mMK-EtBaFfRWE68i7L/s1000/8%20Frame.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNF920W83Q8IZP5fwsSXivLrNm6622hzVvxMdLygljmUoaWD9d0Bbc7Brca-7uc4MvUzg-APc3GwpKBRCbhaiMgSOvbM-aq7itJOs-Fzlwlmzo2Zshf523MwYc0RxWn6PdBi9SFGNIymSWpms1BHGbsP0x8pp38RhRnuNTiOBeJ1mMK-EtBaFfRWE68i7L/w485-h640/8%20Frame.png" width="485" /></a></div>Nina is devastated when her father abandons her and her three younger sisters in a strange town half way across the country during their trip westward. His intentions were to return after striking gold.<br /><br />Barely able to make ends meet with her and her sister working in the diner, the evil saloon owner notices these pretty, young ladies may need his assistance earning more money.<br /><br />Just when Nina has a glimmer of hope and her eye on the handsome preacher’s son, David, devastation strikes.<br /><br />Seeing Nina in such desperation, the saloon owner is sure he has her in his grasp.<br /><br />Nina prays fervently that her father soon returns and they finish their trip westward. But what about her feelings for David? Their hearts will be broken if she leaves. But how will her and her sisters survive much longer without help, being Trapped in Coral Ridge<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Available on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0C77FSKZ1" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwOsTZ78mXghAyHAiBlRdpNdfkb1TSKPjWFNeehI8ETs1QtdmKOnbSLX9bImGcLOwWsTNPrjpfG2N7uGTpnFdcHA3a3QZapH9wu8o97QvNSs3AHUyOWJctjGn5wc3FsU-0hWJfxcBEub8blShYeD7ccLv5IoaYzRK0TbRuWUVMvCUouiv8vXKHON8Q2YRf/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwOsTZ78mXghAyHAiBlRdpNdfkb1TSKPjWFNeehI8ETs1QtdmKOnbSLX9bImGcLOwWsTNPrjpfG2N7uGTpnFdcHA3a3QZapH9wu8o97QvNSs3AHUyOWJctjGn5wc3FsU-0hWJfxcBEub8blShYeD7ccLv5IoaYzRK0TbRuWUVMvCUouiv8vXKHON8Q2YRf/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />Right after supper, Nina was instructing her sisters on extra duties to prepare themselves for the next day. When she heard a knock on the door, she tensed, dreading the worst, sending the girls to do her bidding. <br /><br /> Her face broke into a wide smile when she opened the door to find David standing there with flowers in his hand. Her heart broke into a dance of its own, threatening to beat loudly enough for the community to hear. <br /><br /> “David, please come in.” She stepped back and motioned him in. “This is such a pleasant surprise.” <br /><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYrjRagKyjtSUTVqyft-OkXx1_3Wc52AWDw-Gwyr26NkSj1QzgB62deekg_eNf4Dn7nwbaXoJeKVTUiHZYkgnUIhmcZYoYDnyzOhYFvW-rfzhdFezOA0HLO6pWiNYHvUuL6kxpj96KpUmVBGjR8SJj_eoVq5clHXPNlK0iTtOopgMhiFynRyxjrMwQeqw/s1200/8%20Lynne%20Meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYrjRagKyjtSUTVqyft-OkXx1_3Wc52AWDw-Gwyr26NkSj1QzgB62deekg_eNf4Dn7nwbaXoJeKVTUiHZYkgnUIhmcZYoYDnyzOhYFvW-rfzhdFezOA0HLO6pWiNYHvUuL6kxpj96KpUmVBGjR8SJj_eoVq5clHXPNlK0iTtOopgMhiFynRyxjrMwQeqw/w400-h209/8%20Lynne%20Meme.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>As he walked past her, she noticed how nice he looked, clean shaven, dressed in his Sunday best, and smelling good. <br /><br /> He turned back to her and handed her the flowers. “Umm,” he tugged at his collar. “These are for you.” <br /><br /> “Thank you, kind sir. Would you care for some coffee? We just finished supper and the girls are doing the dishes.” <br /><br /> “Umm, maybe later? I was wondering if I could, umm, maybe if you aren’t too tired from working today…” He swallowed hard. “Would you like to take a walk with me?” <br /><br /> Her cheeks reddened to match his. “Yes, I think I would like that. Just let me put these flowers in some water first.” <br /><br /> When she left the room, he was finally able to breathe. He kicked himself silently for being so clumsy with his words again. He couldn’t figure out why at times he was totally comfortable with her and other times a nervous wreck. In fact, every time he had been with her so far had been a jumble of emotions, everything from sadness about circumstances, to tenderness as he watched how caring she was of others. Right now, he wished to see her under normal circumstances, but with Condee lurking around making threats and promises, he knew that wouldn’t happen. <br /><br /> He hoped to get through this ordeal with Condee without having to lose his temper. It usually took a lot to get his temper up, but there was something so special about Nina, he would fight with everything he had to protect her. <p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMfgvXHs0y_7viJF1sErrBv1Ww9v0q77sliBSrYJLGnYtjde6offJaPHjdNZkq5KRorceinBrFdHU1OGEytr1toAAFxO2Hi3wJvdnBpW22qRzT_GJADu8N3AIMe2NXD19jQ4RHFMGjvh-4ucD0oCfdWI9IDOFd1REWuF4aO3mR5Ftta2QhfsMxJpk_3VCE/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMfgvXHs0y_7viJF1sErrBv1Ww9v0q77sliBSrYJLGnYtjde6offJaPHjdNZkq5KRorceinBrFdHU1OGEytr1toAAFxO2Hi3wJvdnBpW22qRzT_GJADu8N3AIMe2NXD19jQ4RHFMGjvh-4ucD0oCfdWI9IDOFd1REWuF4aO3mR5Ftta2QhfsMxJpk_3VCE/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tB7osj8onRa2MgyRPs_HHxRtVOMypadvCD7NYSXWw2YQrkNgBGA9DwyJfjOrSQ8yDzNdOtHvI4Ly8LCPUqCCHm980jkOBXLkNJj5QKFgvPJXTCBhQLoaHePFWjrjo59AL7NN-qqPq7eFghgl_GP_3gRhygZpCTb0qm5IpMTdIk1029b7cy3HfRLeig/s800/Lynne%20Pic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tB7osj8onRa2MgyRPs_HHxRtVOMypadvCD7NYSXWw2YQrkNgBGA9DwyJfjOrSQ8yDzNdOtHvI4Ly8LCPUqCCHm980jkOBXLkNJj5QKFgvPJXTCBhQLoaHePFWjrjo59AL7NN-qqPq7eFghgl_GP_3gRhygZpCTb0qm5IpMTdIk1029b7cy3HfRLeig/w200-h200/Lynne%20Pic.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Lynne Lanning has such an effortless way of evoking emotion from her readers. Her characters are so realistic that the reader can feel their pain during trials and their joy during triumphs. Reviews state: "...it's as if Mrs. Lanning lived through this herself." "Couldn't put it down..." "A real page turner." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lynne enjoys turning history and her love of God into enjoyable, relatable stories with practical life lessons that can benefit people today. Each story tells of true bonds of love and loyalty, mixed with tough times and decisions, with a twist of humor and sometimes devastation...the same is true in life. With a blend of her own family members and heritage along with lots of fiction, it's hard to tell where reality stops and fantasy begins.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lynnelanning.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Lynne's Website</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0B6R33BXX" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100063640985472" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> <span style="text-align: left;"> ~ <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21117292.Lynne_Lanning" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Goodreads</b></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wW5W5vGwyA4" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire <span style="color: red;"><b><i>Christmas Bride Dilemma </i></b></span>series</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C7HV1XQP" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A special thanks to Cheryl Wright for the use of her tagline graphics to go with our excerpt posts. It was so wonderful to see everyone here today. I hope you've enjoyed our sneak peeks at all eight of the books in this awesome series.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com4New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-70360022094831639582023-07-25T21:30:00.074-07:002023-07-25T21:30:00.130-07:00TRAPPED IN MISTLETOE by Author AURORA KELLY (Christmas Bride Dilemma ~ Book 7)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY3rdZs6WoMCGSN51oEv0meZGr3DKbHMtEX8gHmbDR3PWwno1CpfHPrLKAMPaGE21jKLpfoCCxIVmFkWalnO44iz6pA8Ql7mXDNm00tVaxmAH58A-8ywogmdd8r_RWnBwnrouWTvDVFoULzChFS0c5kL-jSPsZ15j2e7rGUTqZxVLtGIeBItS6JCn9iAOs/s1200/7%20Aurora%20BB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY3rdZs6WoMCGSN51oEv0meZGr3DKbHMtEX8gHmbDR3PWwno1CpfHPrLKAMPaGE21jKLpfoCCxIVmFkWalnO44iz6pA8Ql7mXDNm00tVaxmAH58A-8ywogmdd8r_RWnBwnrouWTvDVFoULzChFS0c5kL-jSPsZ15j2e7rGUTqZxVLtGIeBItS6JCn9iAOs/w640-h320/7%20Aurora%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Welcome back to <i>Romance Sweet Reads</i>. Today we're going to continue our <i>Christmas in July</i> celebration with the next book in a brand-new, eight book, multi-author series. <span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b>Christmas Bride Dilemma</b></i></span> is sure to put you in the mood and, if you're in the middle of a hot summer, we might cool you off a bit, too!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p>The seventh book in the series is <span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><i>Trapped in Mistletoe</i></b></span>, by bestselling and award-winning author, <b>Aurora Kelly</b>.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN6DX4H6KxIcgfcObTYwNNhnQPHAnXsHWCAGbfoQ1Yj0RlwC_YjaBEeBqwJGtjPpqJh0wtDuhG78U-rBdd-uEhevVQUuT0uhEy8SfPKUXLntPZjcRzHWtSiI1mulRLNxfmdVYGdj3R3VCmK2sJCxajCiSGjAeHvrnAfqf0gmp1PyxI8GKxwr6IgEk5ftiB/s1000/7%20Framer.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN6DX4H6KxIcgfcObTYwNNhnQPHAnXsHWCAGbfoQ1Yj0RlwC_YjaBEeBqwJGtjPpqJh0wtDuhG78U-rBdd-uEhevVQUuT0uhEy8SfPKUXLntPZjcRzHWtSiI1mulRLNxfmdVYGdj3R3VCmK2sJCxajCiSGjAeHvrnAfqf0gmp1PyxI8GKxwr6IgEk5ftiB/w484-h640/7%20Framer.png" width="484" /></a></div><b><i>Christmas is a time for gifts. He’s here for his inheritance, she’s on her way to safety.</i></b><br /><br />Clara Jones is fleeing an arranged marriage. When she becomes stranded in Mistletoe, Montana, Clara has no choice but to endure it until the next stage arrives in town.<br /><br />Edward Bishop inherits the Grand Hotel, in a small town he's never heard of. With a mother determined to have him marry, Edward sees Mistletoe as a place to escape her meddling.<br /><br /><b>When marriage is the last thing either of them wants, how can it be the one thing that saves them both?</b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0C77G9NX8" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwOsTZ78mXghAyHAiBlRdpNdfkb1TSKPjWFNeehI8ETs1QtdmKOnbSLX9bImGcLOwWsTNPrjpfG2N7uGTpnFdcHA3a3QZapH9wu8o97QvNSs3AHUyOWJctjGn5wc3FsU-0hWJfxcBEub8blShYeD7ccLv5IoaYzRK0TbRuWUVMvCUouiv8vXKHON8Q2YRf/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwOsTZ78mXghAyHAiBlRdpNdfkb1TSKPjWFNeehI8ETs1QtdmKOnbSLX9bImGcLOwWsTNPrjpfG2N7uGTpnFdcHA3a3QZapH9wu8o97QvNSs3AHUyOWJctjGn5wc3FsU-0hWJfxcBEub8blShYeD7ccLv5IoaYzRK0TbRuWUVMvCUouiv8vXKHON8Q2YRf/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><i>December 1880s Mistletoe, Montana Territory </i><br /><br />Clara Jones gripped the carpet bag, nails digging into her palms. Her eyes darted around each person on the street. The couple she’d been travelling with assured her that Mistletoe was a safe town to be stranded in. <br /><br />It was only supposed to be for one night. <br /><br />This was not how things should have ended. Not with her scuffing her feet on the dirt path where the stagecoach stopped in an itty bitty town even she’d never heard of. What was she to do now? Her empty hand slid down her side to the hidden pocket and reassuringly touched the weight of the coins stashed there. <br /><br />No questions had been asked of her this whole trip. Apart from how she was travelling and where her final stop was. All things Clara had been able to answer noncommittally. Nothing a smile wasn’t able to reassure. <br /><br />The trip hadn’t helped the aches or the bruising she carried with her. If anything, they’d allowed her to disguise her ailments. In the way she walked, sat, and held back from others. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYEBDsBYfiZIKG5Lyf23GKdmvX2QiF73TdqWEA9jP4tuqtCy0zaHGZc_MH5fcswcgd7REvbqWNAB_PNHtKPgqKyxWOknlV_1kANehAYnppfROIfjitB4s-t8uxp3y1udZre5KtK1lMGV5mJAMszzp5fE9oA8cVsrWnxRv1DCvHuw03b4L02McGDdQ4GKOn/s1200/7%20Aurora%20Meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYEBDsBYfiZIKG5Lyf23GKdmvX2QiF73TdqWEA9jP4tuqtCy0zaHGZc_MH5fcswcgd7REvbqWNAB_PNHtKPgqKyxWOknlV_1kANehAYnppfROIfjitB4s-t8uxp3y1udZre5KtK1lMGV5mJAMszzp5fE9oA8cVsrWnxRv1DCvHuw03b4L02McGDdQ4GKOn/w400-h209/7%20Aurora%20Meme.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Storm clouds rumbled above her. It matched the turmoil that rolled her stomach into knots, leaving no room to unravel. Clara swiped at the tear that slipped from her eye. <br /><br />“Miss?” The stagecoach driver’s voice was soft, gentle if you will. <br /><br />He reminded her very much of the man who should have raised her. With his weathered face staring back at her, Clara could almost be forgiven for thinking she was looking at her father. <br /><br />“Yes?” Clara stepped back. “Is there a problem?” <br /><br />“Stagecoaches get robbed all the time out this way.” He lifted his gaze to the darkening sky, wiped his forehead, and took a breath. “With our driver being shot, it seems there aren’t that many willing to drive on to the next town.” <br /><br />He didn’t mean… “Are you saying I’m stranded?” Her voice wavered. How had that happened? Clara was not one to reveal her fear. But this couldn’t be happening… She wasn’t far enough away yet. Not even close. <br /><br />“In a fashion, that would be what it is,” he agreed, his hand resting on his hip. “Now, since you were the only one left, the proprietor has agreed to give you a room for half off until the next stage comes through.” <br /><br />Half off. Deep breath, Clara, this could be worse. “How long will that be?” Might as well just ask the most important question. Her hand itched to touch the weight of the coins again. <br /><br />“Maybe a week.” <br /><br />A week, even at half off, was too long. She simply didn’t have enough money for that long. <br /><br />“I don’t have enough money for a week,” she finally admitted. “Would they let me work for some of the board?” <br /><br />She wrung her hand around her wrist, the other hand still gripping her carpet bag. Unable to let go, to allow her situation to sink in. If he found her here, that was it. Once he had her in his grasp again, there would be no getting away a second time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMfgvXHs0y_7viJF1sErrBv1Ww9v0q77sliBSrYJLGnYtjde6offJaPHjdNZkq5KRorceinBrFdHU1OGEytr1toAAFxO2Hi3wJvdnBpW22qRzT_GJADu8N3AIMe2NXD19jQ4RHFMGjvh-4ucD0oCfdWI9IDOFd1REWuF4aO3mR5Ftta2QhfsMxJpk_3VCE/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMfgvXHs0y_7viJF1sErrBv1Ww9v0q77sliBSrYJLGnYtjde6offJaPHjdNZkq5KRorceinBrFdHU1OGEytr1toAAFxO2Hi3wJvdnBpW22qRzT_GJADu8N3AIMe2NXD19jQ4RHFMGjvh-4ucD0oCfdWI9IDOFd1REWuF4aO3mR5Ftta2QhfsMxJpk_3VCE/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8N1Xtp1jlSnqbClXhxVRxePrSXO6kI0cd6RVhVdbGtkPMMZRyn_XZD_cAI0pfolOraESMxfolkIZj6Z1qNQKh1MeN91insk6DK7WpAHmIbFdusd3Dzyo0AKdb1Ob9cNRPJuyAoJl8nD0Fwk5YJa3Ds7yLnBskbnLIK2_I7LZjU357x0A4KT60n6h-VOu/s300/Aurora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8N1Xtp1jlSnqbClXhxVRxePrSXO6kI0cd6RVhVdbGtkPMMZRyn_XZD_cAI0pfolOraESMxfolkIZj6Z1qNQKh1MeN91insk6DK7WpAHmIbFdusd3Dzyo0AKdb1Ob9cNRPJuyAoJl8nD0Fwk5YJa3Ds7yLnBskbnLIK2_I7LZjU357x0A4KT60n6h-VOu/w200-h200/Aurora.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>I enjoy writing sweet small town Australian romance and recently have started to write historical romance set in 1800s America - this requires some research which I really enjoy.<br /><br />My husband refers to it as diet romance since there is no sex on the page.<br /><br />I live in the Southern Tablelands of NSW Australia with my husband, children and fur babies.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B08LSZHL24" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/aurora-kelly" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>BookBub</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21928525.Aurora_Kelly" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Goodreads</b></span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wW5W5vGwyA4" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire <span style="color: red;"><b><i>Christmas Bride Dilemma </i></b></span>series</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C7HV1XQP" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A special thanks to Cheryl Wright for the use of her tagline graphics to go with our excerpt posts. It was so wonderful to see everyone here today. Please come back again on Friday, July 28th, when we'll take a peek at the final book in this awesome series.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div><p></p>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com3New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-12092254766100698912023-07-21T00:30:00.047-07:002023-07-25T17:56:18.347-07:00TRAPPED IN APPLE VALLEY by Author ELISSA STRATI (Christmas Bride Dilemma ~ Book 6)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKS4lZYxD6eeI5DdJKBB3j3NoPsjRT4razs8tSMyCCozBBa4dL5Qt3rfH5z2rTi7pk5B7oMYletvwBsP4-82MhAJzWNLTUSATdbqi2rnmXzP0VSis8GF-7LbxMjo1aES28N2-pJnDGb-Sl0-wgwU63E1rpe8KvdhIe3mtNdb5yub_TPN1kWw7T5a7d0Erw/s1200/6%20Elissa%20BB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKS4lZYxD6eeI5DdJKBB3j3NoPsjRT4razs8tSMyCCozBBa4dL5Qt3rfH5z2rTi7pk5B7oMYletvwBsP4-82MhAJzWNLTUSATdbqi2rnmXzP0VSis8GF-7LbxMjo1aES28N2-pJnDGb-Sl0-wgwU63E1rpe8KvdhIe3mtNdb5yub_TPN1kWw7T5a7d0Erw/w640-h320/6%20Elissa%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Welcome back to <i>Romance Sweet Reads</i>. Today we're going to continue our <i>Christmas in July</i> celebration with the next book in a brand-new, eight book, multi-author series. <span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b>Christmas Bride Dilemma</b></i></span> is sure to put you in the mood and, if you're in the middle of a hot summer, we might cool you off a bit, too!</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p>The sixth book in the series is <span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><i>Trapped in Apple Valley</i></b></span>, by bestselling and award-winning author, <b>Elissa Strati</b>.</p></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYr-36LxG_aY8Bd-3C1elTE_zn20muVG5ZmNEVks5SPEB_enRQ3Ki-pzJ3gZ4wyGRZ7XW-nleFBH7On-0cP4EtCj2yuHlSAiUPbznBwKkz0Pe82IxHF-AuqF4oeP9q9EwKTFAzmJrGnd7qvkSMoaCc-7idipWYAuA7BtAIw_pj2n3Gz9yQnTSdZsg-j56v/s1000/6%20Frame.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYr-36LxG_aY8Bd-3C1elTE_zn20muVG5ZmNEVks5SPEB_enRQ3Ki-pzJ3gZ4wyGRZ7XW-nleFBH7On-0cP4EtCj2yuHlSAiUPbznBwKkz0Pe82IxHF-AuqF4oeP9q9EwKTFAzmJrGnd7qvkSMoaCc-7idipWYAuA7BtAIw_pj2n3Gz9yQnTSdZsg-j56v/w484-h640/6%20Frame.png" width="484" /></a></div><br /><b>Can the miracle of Christmas bring together two lonely hearts?</b><br /><br />Lovely heiress Grace Wyndam, fleeing an unwanted suitor in San Francisco, boards a train to visit her cousin in New Orleans. Perhaps she'll meet the right man there--someone who will care about her, and not her money.<br /><br />Marcus Sheldon has had it with high society, false promises, and empty manners. Leaving the family business to his brother, he earns his medical degree, then heads to Apple Valley, where Dr. Sinclair is anxiously awaiting his new partner's arrival. But the train is late and the telegraph signal is down. What has happened?<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0C759GQ7V" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhFZ1-zF11KkS4-yVL7WcwskhW_bn3Xwu10wwUsENniA2d9UlzBZa7Ha4z8P8-tCfuyrpBtsqADeku2dLrzfKPywlGwE8qgnT6OS5kTQA7lgREq1QvUTE50eNgvqRXT0YSn6mnUtCpSrZvlHaua9shUnNmIJ6RCuBQ7xjtpO09fyDRqKK_LCFINVtTrCH/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhFZ1-zF11KkS4-yVL7WcwskhW_bn3Xwu10wwUsENniA2d9UlzBZa7Ha4z8P8-tCfuyrpBtsqADeku2dLrzfKPywlGwE8qgnT6OS5kTQA7lgREq1QvUTE50eNgvqRXT0YSn6mnUtCpSrZvlHaua9shUnNmIJ6RCuBQ7xjtpO09fyDRqKK_LCFINVtTrCH/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b><i>A Brief Introduction </i></b><br /><br />Taking advantage of the opportunities in California as people flocked West with Gold Fever, Grace Catherine Wyndham's father had amassed quite a fortune. When his doctor suggested the stogies he insisted on smoking might be related to the hacking cough he had developed, Papa had gone to his attorney to ensure the comfort of his wife and daughter. <br /><br />The loss of his son to a childhood disease had been heartbreaking; Jasper Francis Wyndham devoted all of his paternal love to his daughter, Grace. He also absolutely adored his sweet Catherine, and had pampered her and spoiled her relentlessly throughout their marriage. She had been just as devoted to him, and was utterly lost when he died. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWHSSQ82A2Ug_qak6P-MJ-fnKaZk-Q3KRLXyb3MmTfvr_1PK0oulD31FeqgAu_QrSVvu6pfYjRC2iFR3zfGCOPjyKpxi2j63EKwVWL35NQSUPomwyP5RFHPy_RBEDnxCAXYXe22KOtYWl-hPl7RP4vdtP60eeJJAGElLM7dZr_NeJ_u8YwKB03GN0-zKTa/s1200/6%20Elissa%20Meme.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWHSSQ82A2Ug_qak6P-MJ-fnKaZk-Q3KRLXyb3MmTfvr_1PK0oulD31FeqgAu_QrSVvu6pfYjRC2iFR3zfGCOPjyKpxi2j63EKwVWL35NQSUPomwyP5RFHPy_RBEDnxCAXYXe22KOtYWl-hPl7RP4vdtP60eeJJAGElLM7dZr_NeJ_u8YwKB03GN0-zKTa/w400-h209/6%20Elissa%20Meme.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Equally devastated, Grace, who had been a very successful debutante, was slow to resume her place in society, joining her mother in an extended half mourning. She had truly adored her father and still felt his loss acutely, even as she resumed wearing colors once her new stepfather, Sam, had brought the light back to Catherine’s eyes. <br /><br />Samuel Bostock, Attorney at Law, the partner who had been handling Papa's affairs, fell madly in love with the distraught widow, but bided his time for a full two years before making it known that his interest lay beyond his guardianship of her and her daughter, who was a considerable heiress in her own right. <br /><br />He had never married as there was a shortage of appropriate women in San Francisco and he was kept quite busy in his legal practice. Now, a considerable portion of his practice was devoted to managing the Wyndham estate, and he found himself making excuses to confer with Mrs. Wyndham, offering himself as an escort for whenever she wished to attend the opera or go for a ride in the park. <br /><br />Grace had watched carefully as the relationship grew, and was satisfied with the match for her mother. Samuel Bostock was a very wealthy man in his own right, and had no designs on her mother’s portion. He had also made a point of ensuring Grace was fully knowledgeable of her own fortune and how to manage it. <br /><br />During the preparations for her mother's wedding, although it was a subdued affair, she began to dream of her own. Most of her friends had already begun families, but Grace had only lately regained her interest in the joys of society, with its balls and teas and outings on horseback or in carriages. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhf1bcu6IFsGxc5yKNFui56DOGmGB25KhvpCQDG8Xt06s_FW04oMQWi5LL7RezWP0JWTMTtmGCj3SloiOxIK_6z0pp_WEb690QT1AX0B5P3QRXDwtro_kxbEjMjbc3PGe3-jGmPDhODco-bwHamLvrzMRSdWHjyu5fYuS-d2P22j20UI2mX7vdaKANBCg=s600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhf1bcu6IFsGxc5yKNFui56DOGmGB25KhvpCQDG8Xt06s_FW04oMQWi5LL7RezWP0JWTMTtmGCj3SloiOxIK_6z0pp_WEb690QT1AX0B5P3QRXDwtro_kxbEjMjbc3PGe3-jGmPDhODco-bwHamLvrzMRSdWHjyu5fYuS-d2P22j20UI2mX7vdaKANBCg=w400-h100" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjAj821vtP9dU-9TwXTwX7dQ9FR7b9bAtBXFdU3BNyhBNq0GtVA37jjhdFG5gqHVVfb1W4iw3rfvocKF5IxTX-r0pimsJhxjLgcd4yan6yNNy-fl4RfsPlBDA4d1gYiiGhYX_mhWL8pRtgNW_d3NKeeoxApE6Yg7g5PXgQFGI9OdpYf-NGEAUQkjE8RA=s450" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="450" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjAj821vtP9dU-9TwXTwX7dQ9FR7b9bAtBXFdU3BNyhBNq0GtVA37jjhdFG5gqHVVfb1W4iw3rfvocKF5IxTX-r0pimsJhxjLgcd4yan6yNNy-fl4RfsPlBDA4d1gYiiGhYX_mhWL8pRtgNW_d3NKeeoxApE6Yg7g5PXgQFGI9OdpYf-NGEAUQkjE8RA=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></div><br style="font-size: large;" /><div style="font-size: large;">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</div><br style="font-size: large;" /><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #45818e;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Elissa-Strati/e/B077GLWD94/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ElissaStratiAuthor/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a></span></div><div style="font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wW5W5vGwyA4" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire <span style="color: red;"><b><i>Christmas Bride Dilemma </i></b></span>series</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C7HV1XQP" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A special thanks to Cheryl Wright for the use of her tagline graphics to go with our excerpt posts. It was so wonderful to see everyone here today. Please come back again on Wednesday, July 26th, when we'll take a peek at Book #7 of 8.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div></div><br /> <br /><p></p></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com4New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-53433125057244256092023-07-19T00:30:00.059-07:002023-07-19T00:30:00.131-07:00TRAPPED IN WOLF CREEK by Author PATRICIA PACJAC CARROLL (Christmas Bride Dilemma ~ Book 5)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4P-cUclN4bs9_iEsgCeOIgpM_4s5H_haXFYe6fQs5iPz73PnTS1tM2t68FMISxBnDlT1es3oy4h0GRL_CSgiEiwLnY1mYOSm7heLoGuiGdb3xMFKSRkK7XGEsDxzjEtvS_yDkmux93_I2pi3NI-Tx1qvp4aNG6YbSk9B-BP12TLbNyKTe42KoEp_CU2dt/s1200/5%20Pat%20BB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4P-cUclN4bs9_iEsgCeOIgpM_4s5H_haXFYe6fQs5iPz73PnTS1tM2t68FMISxBnDlT1es3oy4h0GRL_CSgiEiwLnY1mYOSm7heLoGuiGdb3xMFKSRkK7XGEsDxzjEtvS_yDkmux93_I2pi3NI-Tx1qvp4aNG6YbSk9B-BP12TLbNyKTe42KoEp_CU2dt/w640-h320/5%20Pat%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Welcome back to <i>Romance Sweet Reads</i>. Today we're going to continue our <i>Christmas in July</i> celebration with the next book in a brand-new, eight book, multi-author series. <span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b>Christmas Bride Dilemma</b></i></span> is sure to put you in the mood and, if you're in the middle of a hot summer, we might cool you off a bit, too!</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p>The fifth book in the series is <span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><i>Trapped in Wolf Creek</i></b></span>, by bestselling and award-winning author, <b>Patricia PacJac Carroll</b>.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifN8OSBEEz_T9x2MQ-kB7O09CoY8hHu3BPYCR9fBHnhEKL0R9KxBzMELOgEgNCZXmREPYxpL_R5lvnVVZN1FVhsvBcEwWeyzjRvlHcHMXsgsGx0OcejDdptOtrRnArBnjvYwQdC9qWMzyHewQ-dhn5agM_6Kv_LcjQv3gQWyhhNofFlPjGKcRdAX7aONnD/s1000/5%20Frame.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifN8OSBEEz_T9x2MQ-kB7O09CoY8hHu3BPYCR9fBHnhEKL0R9KxBzMELOgEgNCZXmREPYxpL_R5lvnVVZN1FVhsvBcEwWeyzjRvlHcHMXsgsGx0OcejDdptOtrRnArBnjvYwQdC9qWMzyHewQ-dhn5agM_6Kv_LcjQv3gQWyhhNofFlPjGKcRdAX7aONnD/w484-h640/5%20Frame.png" width="484" /></a></div><i>Could she be the answer to his problems or more trouble?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />Travis Andrews watched his partner leave for the gold fields of California. Christmas was going to be bleak, and he didn’t do well alone. Storm clouds hurried him to the town of Wolf Creek. Barely escaping a twister and then a snowstorm, he couldn’t help but wonder about the people on the stagecoach. They were overdue, and it didn’t look good for them. Sometimes, the Lord nudged him to do things, and this was one of those. He needed to find those passengers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />Faith Rosner stepped onto the stagecoach going west to visit her Aunt Clara in Wyoming. She didn’t look back. With Papa gone, there was nothing left for her in Bushnell. Nothing she wanted, that is. This Christmas looked to be a sad one. Then things got worse with a terrible storm and blizzard when out of the snowy praire, he came.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><i>Was he the one she’d waited for all her life?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0C74WH3Q9" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhFZ1-zF11KkS4-yVL7WcwskhW_bn3Xwu10wwUsENniA2d9UlzBZa7Ha4z8P8-tCfuyrpBtsqADeku2dLrzfKPywlGwE8qgnT6OS5kTQA7lgREq1QvUTE50eNgvqRXT0YSn6mnUtCpSrZvlHaua9shUnNmIJ6RCuBQ7xjtpO09fyDRqKK_LCFINVtTrCH/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhFZ1-zF11KkS4-yVL7WcwskhW_bn3Xwu10wwUsENniA2d9UlzBZa7Ha4z8P8-tCfuyrpBtsqADeku2dLrzfKPywlGwE8qgnT6OS5kTQA7lgREq1QvUTE50eNgvqRXT0YSn6mnUtCpSrZvlHaua9shUnNmIJ6RCuBQ7xjtpO09fyDRqKK_LCFINVtTrCH/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>The mustang responded to Travis’s nudge and galloped to the small group. One woman caught his attention. She wore a brown coat and had brown hair. He focused on her. As he neared them, he wondered if she was the one that he’d been waiting for, and the reason he’d been drawn to help the missing stagecoach passengers. <br /><br />It might be because he dreaded being alone. It was time he started a family, but the West had a severe shortage of good women. He was almost to the small group when the woman he’d been watching took off her coat and waved it in the air to get his attention. She had it all right. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS79JUrAsW6ZX1a9cjKzLxMBMOk8-2UlI3HkpTNhK6j6AqrzTedw1lhQJKXW8kfOjROP0V_Ph2rlH2svaEYyWRDsuN8J6gvldvULeNjOuZ-61Vhg0Rp38sWM5wE0dv9IwpnFX7D3y1xJcuquN0RbL3_7WYc1GPxtL57P8nCShckSgt7Bv0KRtLPkDY728U/s1200/5%20Pat%20Meme.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS79JUrAsW6ZX1a9cjKzLxMBMOk8-2UlI3HkpTNhK6j6AqrzTedw1lhQJKXW8kfOjROP0V_Ph2rlH2svaEYyWRDsuN8J6gvldvULeNjOuZ-61Vhg0Rp38sWM5wE0dv9IwpnFX7D3y1xJcuquN0RbL3_7WYc1GPxtL57P8nCShckSgt7Bv0KRtLPkDY728U/w400-h209/5%20Pat%20Meme.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>He grinned until he looked at her. The dress she was wearing was more for a saloon than one a decent woman would wear and bright red, as if she were advertising what she was. <br /><br />He stopped the mustang a few feet from the group. Travis looked back and shook his head. The ground was uneven, and they didn’t need a broken wagon wheel. “It would be best if you walk to the wagon.” <br /><br />Miss Red Dress walked up to him. “If Margie could ride with you. She’s so very cold and weak.” The young woman pointed to the other lady. <br /><br />Travis nodded. “Sure, help her up.” He took the woman’s icy hand and hauled her up behind him. “Can you hold on?” <br /><br />“Yes, I’ll try.” <br /><br />The mustang pranced in the snow, causing Travis to hold on to the woman as he went back to the wagon. Travis warned Dave. “She’s cold.” <br /><br />Dave got up, helped her into the back of the wagon, and put blankets around her. “Looks like we found them just in time.” <br /><br />Travis glanced at the sky. “I hope so. There’s another woman. I’ll go back and get her too.” He whipped the mustang around and ran back to the small group. <br /><br />He rode up to Red Dress. “Hop on. That was a nice thing you did, giving the other woman your coat.” <br /><br />“My name is Faith. Thank you for coming back for me.” She took his hand and was soon behind him. Her arms wrapped around his middle. Warm hands. This woman wasn’t in trouble, but by the look of her dress, she was trouble.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWuUbkzMRP97PVJ62yjOaVyma_sho4ce6SmCw5du_5j9Wn5Ss6ZTksk0LC6Y7o2bb3bmkwUxCFKV_ifBB9SK1opsDT1pG9ORW07RUYzgnau01kYa0vbMQg3GOxOSOmbsczTMtoH2E6ibqOxhmMxQ0ruR7pt1nGiLFsUrI6_GJjiGLkx1iuNxC0ClNQQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWuUbkzMRP97PVJ62yjOaVyma_sho4ce6SmCw5du_5j9Wn5Ss6ZTksk0LC6Y7o2bb3bmkwUxCFKV_ifBB9SK1opsDT1pG9ORW07RUYzgnau01kYa0vbMQg3GOxOSOmbsczTMtoH2E6ibqOxhmMxQ0ruR7pt1nGiLFsUrI6_GJjiGLkx1iuNxC0ClNQQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjecP7E-wLjv5dAncHCk6oMyIaN4rODNbEP0DbuKOdRlRNbYJGs7w_fh4BzZBJqQPddAQ_L-9il-aViuMHQtpn5gEGS_py57MN2C5AYNU_72Xe04gHmTiy8rgPBj4AZKHYVU5Tj8zrHhLI3PFXwOc2UAYIWDt0PfCrNOa16D-3BgQxWkSuhfLMsObRB7g/s600/Pat%20Carroll.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="450" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjecP7E-wLjv5dAncHCk6oMyIaN4rODNbEP0DbuKOdRlRNbYJGs7w_fh4BzZBJqQPddAQ_L-9il-aViuMHQtpn5gEGS_py57MN2C5AYNU_72Xe04gHmTiy8rgPBj4AZKHYVU5Tj8zrHhLI3PFXwOc2UAYIWDt0PfCrNOa16D-3BgQxWkSuhfLMsObRB7g/w150-h200/Pat%20Carroll.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><i>Patricia PacJac Carroll</i>~ I am a writer, Christian first, and blessed beyond my imagination. I live in Texas. Did I say I was blessed? The PacJac is from my initials and my husbands. I wouldn't be able to write if it weren't for him. I love the Lord, adventure, and the open road.<br /><br />The stories of the western era have always been a favorite of mine. I enjoy writing, and my goal is to write stories readers will enjoy that are about characters you can relate to. The stories will always have a bit of fun and faith sprinkled in.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.pacjaccarroll.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Patricia's Website</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://patriciapacjaccarroll.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Blog</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://www.facebook.com/PatriciaPacJacCarrollAuthor" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Patricia-PacJac-Carroll/e/B008R9JCN2" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://eepurl.com/bpPmbP" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Newsletter Sign Up</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wW5W5vGwyA4" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire <span style="color: red;"><b><i>Christmas Bride Dilemma </i></b></span>series</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C7HV1XQP" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A special thanks to Cheryl Wright for the use of her tagline graphics to go with our excerpt posts. It was so wonderful to see everyone here today. Please come back again on Friday, July 21st, when we'll take a peek at Book #6 of 8.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com5New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-82146194723952940852023-07-14T00:30:00.008-07:002023-07-14T00:30:00.128-07:00TRAPPED IN DEEPWATER by Author SARAH LAMB (Christmas Bride Dilemma ~ Book 4)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05Jd2ilWVvmPwOnyLI2J9d7FafPHd6Dbnz7mMKj6mSQsEewCxpHjkPrHUNNljLVfkKhuSSXwRw4JRLzwOoTJPDPGFKKtZM6KmcLuZlS2KUI8lpr4RsC-mtYWw2S7-nexU8bRPw9zALfc8nq9_kWTAEcnk-_Eb93iFO99Ms9xeqQyG5UBBGyGYFK38gOIk/s1200/4%20Sarah%20BB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05Jd2ilWVvmPwOnyLI2J9d7FafPHd6Dbnz7mMKj6mSQsEewCxpHjkPrHUNNljLVfkKhuSSXwRw4JRLzwOoTJPDPGFKKtZM6KmcLuZlS2KUI8lpr4RsC-mtYWw2S7-nexU8bRPw9zALfc8nq9_kWTAEcnk-_Eb93iFO99Ms9xeqQyG5UBBGyGYFK38gOIk/w640-h320/4%20Sarah%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Welcome back to <i>Romance Sweet Reads</i>. Today we're going to continue our <i>Christmas in July</i> celebration with the next book in a brand-new, eight book, multi-author series. <span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b>Christmas Bride Dilemma</b></i></span> is sure to put you in the mood and, if you're in the middle of a hot summer, we might cool you off a bit, too!</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p>The fourth book in the series is <span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><i>Trapped in Deepwater</i></b></span>, by bestselling and award-winning author, <b>Sarah Lamb</b>.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJZFzKrutOhBKDVgm1OnDHYKKZQQNJHiyJJ54ZJnM8ToSjAgWHe034IRtc0hDcWT4AIgKOETaVUD2JYXHVHaCAoga7zMTQtddv7UhYojJCQlPLHfnSAYpqqNiz7-or1FjwsT5I5zyq6xZAe5r03b_Gn7-go8ZG8XXiUaQvj_bVcaQNcYWh8euUJ17TXBuh/s1000/4%20Frame.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJZFzKrutOhBKDVgm1OnDHYKKZQQNJHiyJJ54ZJnM8ToSjAgWHe034IRtc0hDcWT4AIgKOETaVUD2JYXHVHaCAoga7zMTQtddv7UhYojJCQlPLHfnSAYpqqNiz7-or1FjwsT5I5zyq6xZAe5r03b_Gn7-go8ZG8XXiUaQvj_bVcaQNcYWh8euUJ17TXBuh/w484-h640/4%20Frame.png" width="484" /></a></div><b>Together, they are going to have to save themselves...and the town.</b><br /><br />Laura Ashborne is convinced she’s a walking bad luck charm. Trying to make a fresh start, she sets out on a stagecoach to become a schoolteacher. However, the coach she’s on breaks down in the middle of nowhere a few days before Christmas, and she’s forced to spend an entire week in the tiny town of Deepwater.<br /><br />Reverend Gabriel Sullivan wants to help the beautiful stranded traveler, and he'd determined to show her she's not bad luck. But when his dark past catches up to him, he's put into a dangerous situation, and Laura right along with him.<br /><br />Can her desperate plan help him? Or will they let their past ruin the future they'd like to have together?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0C74R6NW6" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhFZ1-zF11KkS4-yVL7WcwskhW_bn3Xwu10wwUsENniA2d9UlzBZa7Ha4z8P8-tCfuyrpBtsqADeku2dLrzfKPywlGwE8qgnT6OS5kTQA7lgREq1QvUTE50eNgvqRXT0YSn6mnUtCpSrZvlHaua9shUnNmIJ6RCuBQ7xjtpO09fyDRqKK_LCFINVtTrCH/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhFZ1-zF11KkS4-yVL7WcwskhW_bn3Xwu10wwUsENniA2d9UlzBZa7Ha4z8P8-tCfuyrpBtsqADeku2dLrzfKPywlGwE8qgnT6OS5kTQA7lgREq1QvUTE50eNgvqRXT0YSn6mnUtCpSrZvlHaua9shUnNmIJ6RCuBQ7xjtpO09fyDRqKK_LCFINVtTrCH/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><i>1872 Somewhere in Missouri</i><br /><br /><br />“Bad luck,” the driver of the stagecoach called. Laura looked up from where she’d just been contemplating a doze to make the journey pass by faster. Of course there was bad luck. It followed her everywhere she went. No matter she’d been traveling for nearly a week nonstop, it still caught up to her.<br /><br /> From the worm in her apple and the mold on her bread, to the hole in her shoe and now whatever this was. She’d never be able to escape the curse that wouldn’t leave her alone. Really, she shouldn’t be surprised. She’d had bad luck for as long as she could remember.<br /><br /> “What’s wrong?” she asked, finally finding her voice. As the only passenger on the stagecoach, it was obvious the driver was talking to her.<br /><br /> “Damaged axle,” he told her through the coach window. “And a lame horse. Never had this happen before.”<br /><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsRJoXd5yDu9Rdvf9kUpaIkMsOTs2Cmub_E8KwgGYVQyl9w8F7t8G8DwaCac-2iZv_Ac0xN98dJyylCrcqd2HhpUK-4iRmwfVYfWMSLGssahqwxoLGe_LFS4ApH47G0CCZpifyyjhuf0G6WU5wk0cbaIAPyRM0v0KbSoT05TZKfl6f22x1Q2OSNgdFkXXD/s1200/4%20Sarah%20Meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsRJoXd5yDu9Rdvf9kUpaIkMsOTs2Cmub_E8KwgGYVQyl9w8F7t8G8DwaCac-2iZv_Ac0xN98dJyylCrcqd2HhpUK-4iRmwfVYfWMSLGssahqwxoLGe_LFS4ApH47G0CCZpifyyjhuf0G6WU5wk0cbaIAPyRM0v0KbSoT05TZKfl6f22x1Q2OSNgdFkXXD/w400-h209/4%20Sarah%20Meme.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Laura pressed her lips together and gave a short nod. A traveling bad luck charm, that’s what she was. The poor horse. She hoped it wasn’t suffering too much. “Can we trade her out and fix the coach to keep going?” she asked.<br /><br /> The driver shook his head. “Don’t think so, miss. Not today, anyway. There’s a town ahead called Deepwater, and I think if we go real slow we’ll make it there before nightfall. But I’m not sure how long it will take to get you headed to your destination.”<br /><br /> Taking a deep breath filled with irritation, Laura nodded. It wasn’t the driver’s fault. She shouldn’t get upset. “Do I need to walk?” she asked.<br /><br /> “No, since it’s just you, sit, but don’t move a lot,” came the reply as the driver vanished. She felt the coach sway slightly as he climbed into the driver’s seat. With a shout to the horses, the coach jerked forward, then settled into a crawl.<br /><br /> If she walked, she’d get there faster. There wasn’t really a reason to hurry, though. What would be waiting for her? More bad luck, that’s likely what.<br /><br /> Laura looked through the small window as the landscape creeped by. It was almost Christmas. She was glad. Not for Christmas, because there wouldn’t be anyone to celebrate it with, but because that meant the end of the year. And perhaps the start of one that wasn’t filled with so many terrible things. One could hope, anyway.<br /><br /> Something seemed to press in Laura’s backside and she shifted, then shifted again. The thin cushion under her slid a little. As she moved to put it back in its place, it slid off. A long crack, revealing a compartment of some sort, stared at her.<br /><br /> Laura ran her finger over it. <i>What is this? Extra access to the boot? Everyone knows that anything valuable is kept with the driver at his feet</i>.<br /><br /> It wasn’t difficult to pry up the wood, and overcome with curiosity, Laura raised the lid of the compartment a crack, then a little more. This was the most interesting thing she’d done in days. What could be inside?<br /><br /> Peering into the hidden compartment, her breath caught. Silver bars shone in a fading ray of sunshine.<br /><br /> Swiftly, her heart pounding in fear, she replaced the lid, returned the cushion, and sat stock still. They were carrying silver. Worse than that, it was in her seat. No wonder the driver wanted to keep going. They were a target for highwaymen!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS2ndDKFc3n31bHCscoOC_X7kHWCjMBMVWf1Bu7BaPDRW1Sf6X6yJ9eJuxS7S4-XZyiT1fpbfA4JjztAIR61fgBf094s9IOOUyGjEB2VgO7yAPV6yI3beZA390nYkEDwFZWMG6juzVIf4kkSzxvfxhPsGHjLo8YHebiyATs4zRCkPIaZSRN_2r2c_faQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS2ndDKFc3n31bHCscoOC_X7kHWCjMBMVWf1Bu7BaPDRW1Sf6X6yJ9eJuxS7S4-XZyiT1fpbfA4JjztAIR61fgBf094s9IOOUyGjEB2VgO7yAPV6yI3beZA390nYkEDwFZWMG6juzVIf4kkSzxvfxhPsGHjLo8YHebiyATs4zRCkPIaZSRN_2r2c_faQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4mOW7bfe8cMTqA03OLXVXNB-EYyvDiGRBjiBydP3QaaMhQ6-XS04WmGbQOCI5gL8ONKul-AyoCqAdsUsU226RqtKD9S4TxImv61MVbRIq4FGob1U19VpLSUcVXiCKVa12sJEWyruEfip8ZjM8gjB4NrKnUmbNZD6I_L_vjeyle63cDAXzwDO6Dc0kw/s6720/Author%20Bio%20Photo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4480" data-original-width="6720" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4mOW7bfe8cMTqA03OLXVXNB-EYyvDiGRBjiBydP3QaaMhQ6-XS04WmGbQOCI5gL8ONKul-AyoCqAdsUsU226RqtKD9S4TxImv61MVbRIq4FGob1U19VpLSUcVXiCKVa12sJEWyruEfip8ZjM8gjB4NrKnUmbNZD6I_L_vjeyle63cDAXzwDO6Dc0kw/w320-h213/Author%20Bio%20Photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Sarah Lamb is the mother of two boys and wife to a teacher. She spends her days writing and editing books in the beautiful Shenandoah Valley.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B098H3SGLK" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/sarah-lamb-537c2ab7-03e2-4722-827e-f7ca8af6eda9" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>BookBub</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100084836772631" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wW5W5vGwyA4" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire <span style="color: red;"><b><i>Christmas Bride Dilemma </i></b></span>series</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C7HV1XQP" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A special thanks to Cheryl Wright for the use of her tagline graphics to go with our excerpt posts. It was so wonderful to see everyone here today. Please come back again on Wednesday, July 19th, when we'll take a peek at Book #5 of 8.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com4New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-81567382235910533882023-07-11T21:30:00.005-07:002023-07-11T21:41:09.569-07:00TRAPPED IN SANTA ROSA by Author NANCY FRASER (Christmas Bride Dilemma ~ Book 3)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2oFk1tKPqmVxaL1mp33yeNIVmsFYa1nKjUuMZHCUMpxAyqw1IPbaL5GP_w9UXxcSr8BONALpxU2RCo3c01xj0v2HT22Pd7SuEqgRB9V7h_rI7IhYf8AWiAbFIy5jQxzeseo8_2pTWudan1gVsENgSU_JgYpqXQavVsMyI8aBp-y0TJ2SRGCueZ9Dy7C8W/s1200/3%20Nancy%20BB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2oFk1tKPqmVxaL1mp33yeNIVmsFYa1nKjUuMZHCUMpxAyqw1IPbaL5GP_w9UXxcSr8BONALpxU2RCo3c01xj0v2HT22Pd7SuEqgRB9V7h_rI7IhYf8AWiAbFIy5jQxzeseo8_2pTWudan1gVsENgSU_JgYpqXQavVsMyI8aBp-y0TJ2SRGCueZ9Dy7C8W/w640-h320/3%20Nancy%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Welcome back to <i>Romance Sweet Reads</i>. Today we're going to continue our <i>Christmas in July</i> celebration with the next book in a brand-new, eight book, multi-author series. <span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b>Christmas Bride Dilemma</b></i></span> is sure to put you in the mood and, if you're in the middle of a hot summer, we might cool you off a bit, too!</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p>The third book in the series is <span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><i>Trapped in Santa Rosa</i></b></span>, by bestselling and award-winning author, <b>Nancy Fraser</b>.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XBdgHWNg0o96XXsEAP5x3E6ztgsDFyB9FI4DU5-2ZeBZtrwyWF6sTUvpb9iYZSTVCJZBYsoLl0yqmduYVNeV4i-prod7Qd58kZAKDd-v5GlYGEr_ZYkkGNuXyFWtX2F3IR5VwLsNwctxRX74CykNjKVKlNeRhUWCf_3ALBBHQj0xpq-2awTRkH2QsK4W/s1000/3%20Frame.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XBdgHWNg0o96XXsEAP5x3E6ztgsDFyB9FI4DU5-2ZeBZtrwyWF6sTUvpb9iYZSTVCJZBYsoLl0yqmduYVNeV4i-prod7Qd58kZAKDd-v5GlYGEr_ZYkkGNuXyFWtX2F3IR5VwLsNwctxRX74CykNjKVKlNeRhUWCf_3ALBBHQj0xpq-2awTRkH2QsK4W/w484-h640/3%20Frame.png" width="484" /></a></div>When Hannah Wilson is jilted by her fiancé for a younger woman from a wealthy family, she decides to follow her dream and travel west to Seattle, Washington to start a new life. After all, she’s a trained nurse. Surely, she can find work and manage on her own. <br /><br />Boarding the train in her hometown of Baltimore, Maryland, Hannah sets out, filled with hope for the future. She trusts her faith in the Almighty will protect her on her travels, and help her make the right decisions once she reaches her destination. <br /><br />When a freak, early October snowstorm derails the train miles from the closest city, the residents of the small town of Santa Rosa, Montana, come to the rescue, including local cattleman, Storm Travers, owner of the Triple T Ranch. <br /><br />The moment he meets Hannah, Storm’s impressed with the way she pitches in to minister to those who were injured in the crash. When he discovers she’s hiding an injury of her own, he insists she ride with him to his ranch so his housekeeper can take care of her injury. When she balks, he assures her she’ll be safe among his household and ranch staff. <br /><br /><i><b>Will she be able to resist this handsome man who arrived atop his silver-gray steed? More importantly, will he become her very own knight in denim armor?<br /></b></i><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Available on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Trapped-Santa-Christmas-Bride-Dilemma-ebook/dp/B0C75DLC22" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Also available in <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Trapped-Santa-Rosa-Nancy-Fraser/dp/B0C9S7PFDF/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Print</span></a></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhFZ1-zF11KkS4-yVL7WcwskhW_bn3Xwu10wwUsENniA2d9UlzBZa7Ha4z8P8-tCfuyrpBtsqADeku2dLrzfKPywlGwE8qgnT6OS5kTQA7lgREq1QvUTE50eNgvqRXT0YSn6mnUtCpSrZvlHaua9shUnNmIJ6RCuBQ7xjtpO09fyDRqKK_LCFINVtTrCH/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhFZ1-zF11KkS4-yVL7WcwskhW_bn3Xwu10wwUsENniA2d9UlzBZa7Ha4z8P8-tCfuyrpBtsqADeku2dLrzfKPywlGwE8qgnT6OS5kTQA7lgREq1QvUTE50eNgvqRXT0YSn6mnUtCpSrZvlHaua9shUnNmIJ6RCuBQ7xjtpO09fyDRqKK_LCFINVtTrCH/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><i><b> Waking up in a Stranger's Bed<br />Triple T Ranch </b></i><br /><br />Hannah awoke slowly, burrowing into the comfy mattress beneath her, unwilling to open her eyes just yet and greet a new day. As badly as she wanted to forget them, images of the train derailment played across the backs of her eyelids at lightning speed. <br /><br />Vaguely she remembered arriving at Mister Travers’ ranch... the Triple T, he’d called it. Two women, one middle aged and the other visibly with child. They’d tended the wound above her eye, and rebandaged her finger, using clean and properly measured splints. <br /><br />She’d been given a nightdress, and shown the way to the facilities. There’d been two other men who’d both cackled with laughter when she’d been relieved to discover there was indoor plumbing. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhED9huW9Guovno2WCD6jXA71XsUIr3lG4yj9c6DJ9kN9RoklB2QD9VY2rW3FRDL8u3ZUpDtwpOQv2gHhnPGAKGvfFkmA76W2EOCAdbsxH8A5aEtHOBrAnCocw9RiGlkZ0QC86uEZNYPLakA2gmzLQpjrWjLST4had1TUiGcR0U9mAtJEl7MjeuT6Fa4CpS/s1200/3%20Nancy%20Meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhED9huW9Guovno2WCD6jXA71XsUIr3lG4yj9c6DJ9kN9RoklB2QD9VY2rW3FRDL8u3ZUpDtwpOQv2gHhnPGAKGvfFkmA76W2EOCAdbsxH8A5aEtHOBrAnCocw9RiGlkZ0QC86uEZNYPLakA2gmzLQpjrWjLST4had1TUiGcR0U9mAtJEl7MjeuT6Fa4CpS/w400-h209/3%20Nancy%20Meme.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The man named Storm... the one who’d rescued her... he’d done little more than lean against the wall and stare. It had been most unnerving. <br /><br />A sound drew her from her thoughts. Raising herself onto her elbows, Hannah opened first one eye, and then the other. Two little girls were standing at the foot of her bed. <br /><br />“Good morning,” Hannah greeted. <br /><br />The redhead jabbed the other girl with her elbow. “See, I told you she wasn’t dead.” <br /><br />The second girl poked back. “She was sleeping like the dead.” Narrowing her brown-eyed gaze in Hannah’s direction, she added, “It’s not morning anymore. Mama and Miss Winnie are setting the table for lunch.” <br /><br />“We were sent to see if you were awake yet,” the other said. “Or, if you were sleeping away the whole day.” <br /><br />“I’m awake,” Hannah proclaimed. “And my name is Hannah. What are your names?” <br /><br />The redhead spoke first. “I’m Bella.” Tipping a nod to her right, she added, “This is my sister Emmy. We’re twins, ‘cept we don’t look alike.” <br /><br />“Fraternal twins,” Hannah responded. <br /><br />“Don’t know about that,” Bella said. “Just twins.” <br /><br />“And I’m older,” Emmy bragged. “By ten minutes.” <br /><br />“So, what?” Bella countered. “I’m taller.” <br /><br />“Why don’t you girls go tell your mother I’ll be downstairs in a few minutes? I have to find my clothes and get dressed.” <br /><br />“Mama said your clothes needed washing. She hung a dress on the back of the door for you to wear,” Bella explained. <br /><br />Emmy tugged at her sister’s arm. “Come on, let’s go help Miss Winnie and let lazybones get dressed.”<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS2ndDKFc3n31bHCscoOC_X7kHWCjMBMVWf1Bu7BaPDRW1Sf6X6yJ9eJuxS7S4-XZyiT1fpbfA4JjztAIR61fgBf094s9IOOUyGjEB2VgO7yAPV6yI3beZA390nYkEDwFZWMG6juzVIf4kkSzxvfxhPsGHjLo8YHebiyATs4zRCkPIaZSRN_2r2c_faQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS2ndDKFc3n31bHCscoOC_X7kHWCjMBMVWf1Bu7BaPDRW1Sf6X6yJ9eJuxS7S4-XZyiT1fpbfA4JjztAIR61fgBf094s9IOOUyGjEB2VgO7yAPV6yI3beZA390nYkEDwFZWMG6juzVIf4kkSzxvfxhPsGHjLo8YHebiyATs4zRCkPIaZSRN_2r2c_faQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSDiIqB2i1vEVMXhsuMSBmpC83DrwaZKPOo_WYOSwFYKpIvdnV8gzxV73lzs1QWWWEmVLbfJ1Z8qukHKviOMaD4UfzDtnV98hJP_3SDO1iLsZ430BfGmZm18CY0DvhmASWWenAUihR2zX-dG7o3ZquVIKHvwXwy4S1kKrTudpwO0JRt2ZN3BWbE-SrA/s450/Nancy's%20Avatar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="436" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSDiIqB2i1vEVMXhsuMSBmpC83DrwaZKPOo_WYOSwFYKpIvdnV8gzxV73lzs1QWWWEmVLbfJ1Z8qukHKviOMaD4UfzDtnV98hJP_3SDO1iLsZ430BfGmZm18CY0DvhmASWWenAUihR2zX-dG7o3ZquVIKHvwXwy4S1kKrTudpwO0JRt2ZN3BWbE-SrA/w194-h200/Nancy's%20Avatar.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Nancy Fraser</b> a Top 100 best-selling and award-winning author. She is the 2022 winner of the <i><b>NEST</b> (National Excellence in Story Telling)</i> award for her western historical romance, <i>An Honorable Man for Katarina</i>.</div><div><br />She's also the granddaughter of a Methodist minister known for his fire-and-brimstone approach to his faith. Nancy has brought some of his spirit into her Christian romances. And, her own off-beat sense of humor to her clean & wholesome books.<br /><br />When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://romancesweetreads.blogspot.com/p/sweet-romance-from-author-nancy-fraser.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Nancy's Sweet Reads</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://facebook.com/nancyfraserauthor" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B09FTH655Z " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://bookbub.com/profile/nancy-fraser " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>BookBub</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://eepurl.com/bxkKvD" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Nancy's Newsletter Sign-Up</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wW5W5vGwyA4" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire <span style="color: red;"><b><i>Christmas Bride Dilemma </i></b></span>series</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C7HV1XQP" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A special thanks to Cheryl Wright for the use of her tagline graphics to go with our excerpt posts. It was so wonderful to see everyone here today. Please come back again on Friday, July 14th, when we'll take a peek at Book #4 of 8.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com5New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-1522101166887740932023-07-06T21:30:00.004-07:002023-07-06T21:30:00.131-07:00TRAPPED IN GRANTVILLE by Author MARGARET TANNER (Christmas Bride Dilemma ~ Book 2)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyjFOSbcpCzwg5EwhByyOti9ZBJid_AA130NLM-efa7WJPcClEEOmUSyutYzDQUUJJWuJiWpwCZfk_91hxveg9qXecJywb2Mi4oiNXLKWveTjeg-eV4FM7kDyo7jXhBn-xzik0M5TQ1hp5aoKX0VP1SU2-s4lxKA88s6UNe1lvf_wQVfCOA9J8_JAEVJro/s1200/2%20Margaret%20BB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyjFOSbcpCzwg5EwhByyOti9ZBJid_AA130NLM-efa7WJPcClEEOmUSyutYzDQUUJJWuJiWpwCZfk_91hxveg9qXecJywb2Mi4oiNXLKWveTjeg-eV4FM7kDyo7jXhBn-xzik0M5TQ1hp5aoKX0VP1SU2-s4lxKA88s6UNe1lvf_wQVfCOA9J8_JAEVJro/w640-h320/2%20Margaret%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Welcome back to <i>Romance Sweet Reads</i>. Today we're going to continue our <i>Christmas in July</i> celebration with the next book in a brand-new, eight book, multi-author series. <span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b>Christmas Bride Dilemma</b></i></span> is sure to put you in the mood and, if you're in the middle of a hot summer, we might cool you off a bit, too!</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p>The second book in the series is <span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><i>Trapped in Grantville</i></b></span>, by bestselling and award-winning author, <b>Margaret Tanner</b>.</p></div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8WjaDeT8P7YT1sO4ZSYHuCtf-oWtnqSZT8h4W_ZMRoH9W1sJpMsSC8QO_3kTN5pzexqJhRRS-iJA9PM884qDIvjpYY8D5_pPYw8eUcLXD1GNqTNfUewAYqozpefOWCDMq9PMi03QY-GHruX_SsXHQSmuwc_pKc9S2O-nRHHgTZIhLsh0t_p5sPbFmDG-0/s1000/2%20Frame.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8WjaDeT8P7YT1sO4ZSYHuCtf-oWtnqSZT8h4W_ZMRoH9W1sJpMsSC8QO_3kTN5pzexqJhRRS-iJA9PM884qDIvjpYY8D5_pPYw8eUcLXD1GNqTNfUewAYqozpefOWCDMq9PMi03QY-GHruX_SsXHQSmuwc_pKc9S2O-nRHHgTZIhLsh0t_p5sPbFmDG-0/w484-h640/2%20Frame.png" width="484" /></a></div><b><i>Will a hasty marriage save Clay from the hangman’s noose?</i></b><br /><br />The train carrying Elly and Clay is forced to stop in Grantville because of a landslide.<br /><br />When a drifter is murdered by the son of a corrupt rich man, Clay is blamed. Incarcerated in the town jail, things are looking grim for him.<br /><br />Will Elly’s help, combined with a little Christmas magic, allow him to escape?<br /><br />If so, can he and Elly find happiness together, or will their lives always be tainted by the evil happenings in Grantville?<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0C742MH62" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhFZ1-zF11KkS4-yVL7WcwskhW_bn3Xwu10wwUsENniA2d9UlzBZa7Ha4z8P8-tCfuyrpBtsqADeku2dLrzfKPywlGwE8qgnT6OS5kTQA7lgREq1QvUTE50eNgvqRXT0YSn6mnUtCpSrZvlHaua9shUnNmIJ6RCuBQ7xjtpO09fyDRqKK_LCFINVtTrCH/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhFZ1-zF11KkS4-yVL7WcwskhW_bn3Xwu10wwUsENniA2d9UlzBZa7Ha4z8P8-tCfuyrpBtsqADeku2dLrzfKPywlGwE8qgnT6OS5kTQA7lgREq1QvUTE50eNgvqRXT0YSn6mnUtCpSrZvlHaua9shUnNmIJ6RCuBQ7xjtpO09fyDRqKK_LCFINVtTrCH/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />Closing her eyes, Ellie tried to sleep to fill in time. What would Laramie be like? Would she be able to make friends there? What if she didn’t like the owner of the Golden Eagle? Maybe he would be an unsavory individual. Fretting and worrying made her fidget. When she moved, her elbow connected with the arm of the man sitting next to her. “Sorry.” <br /><br />He grunted something incomprehensible. <br /><br />“I’ve apologized for disturbing you, and a gentleman would accept my apology.” The words shot out of her mouth before she could stop them. <br /><br />“What? Oh, sorry. It’s all right, Ma’am, I know it wasn’t intentional. Was it?” <br /><br />“Of course not. I’m anxious and it makes me fidgety.” <br /><br />“What’s a pretty gal like you got to be anxious about?” <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUuX4h5SPZ6Ivr_NM13AXp2lqY5SwY2s5PrLfSvV6z1OrrIXxC1ygZhUODbqRJ5-Lz2NxLTCTl_QfGElLrGT62PP6AWiemW4IbUDHotV87uLeS_S5AxGxnlXm3V9pCcT7Bkndnu1bi8u1h17f_ckHvRsmwSGmJATdcgo0dqb2BBwGD7LIVoECOVhy-GcK0/s1200/2%20Margaret%20Meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUuX4h5SPZ6Ivr_NM13AXp2lqY5SwY2s5PrLfSvV6z1OrrIXxC1ygZhUODbqRJ5-Lz2NxLTCTl_QfGElLrGT62PP6AWiemW4IbUDHotV87uLeS_S5AxGxnlXm3V9pCcT7Bkndnu1bi8u1h17f_ckHvRsmwSGmJATdcgo0dqb2BBwGD7LIVoECOVhy-GcK0/w400-h209/2%20Margaret%20Meme.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>She laughed. “Sir, don’t tell me you’re handing out compliments now.” <br /><br />“Yeah, well, I guess I am. Sorry for being so surly, I’m not feeling myself. I’ve been to a funeral.” <br /><br />“Oh, I am sorry.” Instinctively she touched his gloved hand. “Was it a close family member?” <br /><br />“Not family, it was an old army friend, but he was closer to me than any brother.” <br /><br />“You have my sincerest sympathy. I’ll leave you in peace. When I’m nervous my tongue seems to run away with me,” Ellie said. <br /><br />“What are you nervous about?” he asked. <br /><br />“Um, I’m going to Laramie to start a new job at the Golden Eagle hotel. Do you know it?” <br /><br />He shook his head. “Why did you leave your other job?” <br /><br />“I worked at a small hotel in Denver and …” <br /><br />“He fired you.” <br /><br />“Well, not exactly.” Even as she explained what had transpired, Ellie wondered why she bothered; the man certainly wouldn’t be interested in her problems when he had recently lost a close friend. <br /><br />“Under the circumstances you mentioned, Ma’am, I think you’re worrying for nothing.” <br /><br />“Don’t keep calling me Ma’am, it makes me feel like I’m about fifty. I’m Eleanor Lewis but my friends call me Ellie.” <br /><br />He hesitated for a moment. “Howdy, Ellie, I’m Clayton Garrison, but most people call me Clay.” <br /><br />She smiled. “I’m pleased to meet you, Clay. Aren’t you hot, all wrapped up like that?” <br /><br />He shrugged. “I’m comfortable.” <br /><br />His reply was so short she knew he was annoyed. “I haven’t ridden on a train before,” she said trying to put normality back into the conversation. It hadn’t been really friendly before, now it was as cold as the ice flurries slamming against the windows. <br /><br />“Except for catching the train to get to the funeral, the last one of these I rode in was a hospital train.” <br /><br />“During the war?” <br /><br />“Yeah. I don’t know how I survived the trip, to be honest.” <br /><br />“You must have been young.” <br /><br />“I put my age up, thinking I was headed for a great adventure. Fool that I was, I soon learned different.” <br /><br />“I’m sorry. Were you badly wounded?” <br /><br />“Yeah, I was. Look, Ellie, I don’t like talking about it. If you don’t mind, I want to try and get some sleep. I haven’t had much over the last couple of days.” <br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS2ndDKFc3n31bHCscoOC_X7kHWCjMBMVWf1Bu7BaPDRW1Sf6X6yJ9eJuxS7S4-XZyiT1fpbfA4JjztAIR61fgBf094s9IOOUyGjEB2VgO7yAPV6yI3beZA390nYkEDwFZWMG6juzVIf4kkSzxvfxhPsGHjLo8YHebiyATs4zRCkPIaZSRN_2r2c_faQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS2ndDKFc3n31bHCscoOC_X7kHWCjMBMVWf1Bu7BaPDRW1Sf6X6yJ9eJuxS7S4-XZyiT1fpbfA4JjztAIR61fgBf094s9IOOUyGjEB2VgO7yAPV6yI3beZA390nYkEDwFZWMG6juzVIf4kkSzxvfxhPsGHjLo8YHebiyATs4zRCkPIaZSRN_2r2c_faQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDTtjzbNG2tG1R-3DKWcgEc34ux5ERIoXaxuEVRblDeBVub5SYeQPE4vGYLZHJy5DqwniPel71waqElbNvK2eSTpKhGnvjMjg6V7dKeLE_5L51yTmEjX4E4X5dLVWBBxnrJiSat-RLpqPd3CkKypj94B4PK3f7tYZzBrzDTPAK8-fLspw2GS5WbQc86w/s2048/Margaret%20Tanner.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1362" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDTtjzbNG2tG1R-3DKWcgEc34ux5ERIoXaxuEVRblDeBVub5SYeQPE4vGYLZHJy5DqwniPel71waqElbNvK2eSTpKhGnvjMjg6V7dKeLE_5L51yTmEjX4E4X5dLVWBBxnrJiSat-RLpqPd3CkKypj94B4PK3f7tYZzBrzDTPAK8-fLspw2GS5WbQc86w/w320-h213/Margaret%20Tanner.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Margaret Tanner is an Award winning, Amazon Best Selling author. She writes sweet Historical Western romance now. Having always loved history, she started out writing Australian historical romance then graduated to westerns</div><br />She lives in Australia, is married and has three grown up sons and two gorgeous little granddaughters.<br /><br />Frontier Australia and frontier America, have many similarities, isolated communities, a large single male population and a lack of eligible women. This leads to many interesting plots.<br /><br />She has always loved Westerns, soaking up all the Western TV shows and movies when she was young. Bonanza was her all-time favorite show. Little Joe Cartwright was her hero. Western Author, Zane Grey was her favorite author.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><span style="color: #45818e;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/406184620325836/" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Facebook Reader's Group</span></a><b> ~ </b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B003T5216E" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/margaret-tanner" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>BookBub</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1164180.Margaret_Tanner" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Goodreads</b></span></a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wW5W5vGwyA4" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire <span style="color: red;"><b><i>Christmas Bride Dilemma </i></b></span>series</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C7HV1XQP" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A special thanks to Cheryl Wright for the use of her tagline graphics to go with our excerpt posts. It was so wonderful to see everyone here today. Please come back again on Wednesday, July 12th, when we'll take a peek at Book #3.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com8New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-23776982783097248942023-07-04T21:30:00.007-07:002023-07-04T21:30:00.124-07:00TRAPPED IN GRAND FALLS by Author CHERYL WRIGHT (Christmas Bride Dilemma ~ Book 1)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjW1tMLXMSNcS-KRA_Jutz5Hk-pT9UglpbZcZChHexhdyEG_0YEpd2UNh1AYM-aWgAzQV1Cu6M9560VBfINsTUIjFTrHYyAF-41P5jiqyJ35xoXVlu6mstpCWMpVilNtEXORrmyxCtQpsKbJE1c_kitY6RigKAv9KcOxDHwAnHA35kpRbm38UP6IB4ekEX/s1200/1%20Cheryl%20BB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjW1tMLXMSNcS-KRA_Jutz5Hk-pT9UglpbZcZChHexhdyEG_0YEpd2UNh1AYM-aWgAzQV1Cu6M9560VBfINsTUIjFTrHYyAF-41P5jiqyJ35xoXVlu6mstpCWMpVilNtEXORrmyxCtQpsKbJE1c_kitY6RigKAv9KcOxDHwAnHA35kpRbm38UP6IB4ekEX/w640-h320/1%20Cheryl%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Welcome back to <i>Romance Sweet Reads</i>. Today we're going to begin our <i>Christmas in July</i> celebration with the launch of a brand-new, eight book, multi-author series. <span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b>Christmas Bride Dilemma</b></i></span> is sure to put you in the mood and, if you're in the middle of a hot summer, we might cool you off a bit, too!</p><p>The first book in the series is <span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><i>Trapped in Grand Falls</i></b></span>, by bestselling and award-winning author, <b>Cheryl Wright</b>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNDteW2ieixnDc75qs9v02RXQBvbXiDpywSOpknx_lq9Upgtne2ZGQKs35YfEXiYDgMk-YnNYIyr7duF3OKaEoHRwpz4vPkfiopNH8x-2sgERTrAcuv-J43vkk2bX2Qed1gkEo6UIjKlOXqectgquefih_1JSF7PudNrDDdScxk_xXuFmPud4M96eAOkR/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrvDrhVWfwkCmVraYSQ8f7JQfz8uebd4QP_KNVlO8nYHsVecup766cS82M8v-fFAgrNr-ZOG7Gj7eatHjbbOv2a4UYDWXKJNyxq3L7BetINC5yIcUHR7AFxkv8BrX3bJFON679tzcKxFfxjlE6kbb3ocDjvuVnWoiCh7sAYs-lvrKEERlO9SbZuSetYnyD/s1000/1%20Frame.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrvDrhVWfwkCmVraYSQ8f7JQfz8uebd4QP_KNVlO8nYHsVecup766cS82M8v-fFAgrNr-ZOG7Gj7eatHjbbOv2a4UYDWXKJNyxq3L7BetINC5yIcUHR7AFxkv8BrX3bJFON679tzcKxFfxjlE6kbb3ocDjvuVnWoiCh7sAYs-lvrKEERlO9SbZuSetYnyD/w484-h640/1%20Frame.png" width="484" /></a></div><b><i>Did Abigail escape one disaster only to find herself in the midst of another?<br /></i></b><br />Abigail was ecstatic about her upcoming marriage. When her fiancé unexpectedly kidnaps her, she is shocked and fearful. Driven by her desire to survive, she plans a daring escape.<br /><br />Benjamin drives for his own stagecoach company. Breaking down not far from Grand Falls was a stroke of luck. Any further away, and the situation could have been dire. Already smitten with his passenger, Abigail, on hearing the young woman’s story, he vows to find a way to help her. Teaching her to protect herself brings them even closer together.<br /><br />Is it simply a case of the pupil falling for the teacher, or could something more permanent come from this relationship?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0C73RKMJ4" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Also available in <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Trapped-Grand-Falls-Christmas-Dilemma/dp/0645703354" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Print</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhFZ1-zF11KkS4-yVL7WcwskhW_bn3Xwu10wwUsENniA2d9UlzBZa7Ha4z8P8-tCfuyrpBtsqADeku2dLrzfKPywlGwE8qgnT6OS5kTQA7lgREq1QvUTE50eNgvqRXT0YSn6mnUtCpSrZvlHaua9shUnNmIJ6RCuBQ7xjtpO09fyDRqKK_LCFINVtTrCH/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhFZ1-zF11KkS4-yVL7WcwskhW_bn3Xwu10wwUsENniA2d9UlzBZa7Ha4z8P8-tCfuyrpBtsqADeku2dLrzfKPywlGwE8qgnT6OS5kTQA7lgREq1QvUTE50eNgvqRXT0YSn6mnUtCpSrZvlHaua9shUnNmIJ6RCuBQ7xjtpO09fyDRqKK_LCFINVtTrCH/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><b>Chapter One </b><br /><br /><i>Devil’s Edge, Montana, 1880s </i><br /><br /><br />Abigail Brooks listened carefully. <br /><br />The house was finally quiet. She’d heard the front door shut maybe an hour ago, perhaps longer, after she’d heard the clip-clop of horses hooves heading into the barn. It wasn’t long until she heard the bedroom door close, and there had been no sound since. Did that mean it was safe to make her move? <br /><br />She pulled on her coat and gloves, then carefully slid open the window. <br /><br />She winced at the creaking sound it made at first, but breathed a sigh of relief when it stopped a short time later. The icy wind blowing into the room had her shivering, despite her warm clothes and thick coat. Abigail pulled the collar up around her neck, then climbed out the window and into the snow. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-o1tq582HE8XrGo2IptNG9yrFrm_Ej6B2j8DE7rZn4MRHzqpjstr4W417yKeQEDwpCYprzYjvBFoDTm9ptZ9B3C6veDGUQ2x9S8sXEwJZNvIKB_RWlotcLeAlpGRmpk00gnH1M73CD5KykzaCuEju7Ww7eTMUW37SNkOI7BQHUlkjFvU8spAhC2lf6ch/s1200/1%20Cheryl%20Meme.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-o1tq582HE8XrGo2IptNG9yrFrm_Ej6B2j8DE7rZn4MRHzqpjstr4W417yKeQEDwpCYprzYjvBFoDTm9ptZ9B3C6veDGUQ2x9S8sXEwJZNvIKB_RWlotcLeAlpGRmpk00gnH1M73CD5KykzaCuEju7Ww7eTMUW37SNkOI7BQHUlkjFvU8spAhC2lf6ch/w400-h209/1%20Cheryl%20Meme.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Thankfully, it had only begun snowing in the past two days. It was not heavy, more flurries than anything. That meant she wouldn’t leave evidence of which route she’d taken. It was an immense relief. <br /><br />If only Abigail knew before what she knew now. Samuel Bosworth appeared to be a kind man, a caring man. He’d taken her to supper and brought her gifts. Nothing overly expensive, but nice things she would never have brought for herself. He treated her with respect, and Abigail was falling in love with him. <br /><br />When he asked her to marry him, Abigail was thrilled. She’d never felt this way before, and never had a man paid her this kind of attention. <br /><br />Then he took her home to meet his parents. <br /><br />Her first clue about trouble was almost the moment they arrived. The cottage appeared empty. There was no light showing through the windows, despite the lateness of the day. No smoke coming from the chimney, and no one greeted them at the door. <br /><br />A shiver ran through her as he lovingly helped her down from the buggy, then guided her to the front door. Samuel pulled out a key and unlocked it. <br /><br />That was the moment Abigail realized something was very wrong. <br /><br />As he turned the key in the door, she glanced about. Abigail looked for an escape, but there was none. They were in the middle of nowhere—well outside the town’s edge. No matter where she looked, there was absolutely nowhere to run. <br /><br />He picked her up and carried Abigail gently over the threshold. Had he believed crossing the front door with her meant they were man and wife? Something inside her shifted at that moment, and Abigail was at first fearful, then suddenly terrified. Her entire body trembled. <br /><br />What did he have planned for her? <br /><br />Samuel lit a lantern, indicated for her to sit down, then lit the fire. He then left the cottage, locking the door behind him. Scared witless, Abigail ran to the window watching his every move. <br /><br />The gentle man, who had moments ago kidnapped her, patted his horse, then led it toward the barn. It was as though there were two sides to him. <br /><br />What he would do next, Abigail did not know. She knew, however, she must escape.<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWED2ukfd_P1pvvgIXFUdHM87NxIBloGUtOIRUbeD0aan42i7axJ61XP7f93LPqv65ocBlE-l4pNtzU2BIPWTMFzWGgfQgTfCk9I-Fnkt3cUyAwsWrRnD9VW4N1kqUI6ac-Bp4d89aCAkZZOPh22eTwN3sx2ZQCbD3ksu6Rp8j7EDKttV9OWDbBPS2CUb6/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWED2ukfd_P1pvvgIXFUdHM87NxIBloGUtOIRUbeD0aan42i7axJ61XP7f93LPqv65ocBlE-l4pNtzU2BIPWTMFzWGgfQgTfCk9I-Fnkt3cUyAwsWrRnD9VW4N1kqUI6ac-Bp4d89aCAkZZOPh22eTwN3sx2ZQCbD3ksu6Rp8j7EDKttV9OWDbBPS2CUb6/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_CUeaB0IIFFSR8jJ2NiDW3xrgD7UlX_BIeoXnYOZavYwQyawj48hwoUghbw0wjPXPDLwlV3EBhLC423j7CjDQ1iKM5lRIVee-7HXJce_gF1wT_QZUzz_4OI-lveKcXKSeJIIjgBFCVr5jbaE0hr-e9wlDDXTetGF-p8iu9KZDk2xrag8w_DagD9rkQ/s782/Cheryl-cropped-HEADSHOT.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="758" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_CUeaB0IIFFSR8jJ2NiDW3xrgD7UlX_BIeoXnYOZavYwQyawj48hwoUghbw0wjPXPDLwlV3EBhLC423j7CjDQ1iKM5lRIVee-7HXJce_gF1wT_QZUzz_4OI-lveKcXKSeJIIjgBFCVr5jbaE0hr-e9wlDDXTetGF-p8iu9KZDk2xrag8w_DagD9rkQ/w194-h200/Cheryl-cropped-HEADSHOT.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Cheryl Wright is a multi-award-winning and best-selling author of around 70 books. She has been published since 2003.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />She writes both contemporary and historical western romance, and enjoys the research needed for the historical stories she writes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Cheryl writes Christian stories without it dominating the story. Her books all come under the clean and wholesome banner. There is absolutely no on-page sex and no profanities - she writes the kind of stories she enjoys reading.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />She focuses on relationships and family, as well as friendship. Her books are uplifting, leaving her readers with feelings of hope and happiness. All her books are small town romances, including her mail order bride stories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Cheryl spent several years teaching writing to aspiring writers, and wrote several non-fiction books about writing, worked as an editor for publishers, coached writers one-on-one, and has appeared at writer's conferences in both Australia and New Zealand.<br /><br /><br />She was brought up around horses - her father's first job was at a rodeo. He later became a horse breaker. Her family spent a lot of time traveling to rodeos over many years.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />She has been married to her own real-life hero for over 48 years. They have two grown children and six grandchildren. Their household would not be complete without their beautiful dog Bindy, who loves long, leisurely walks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Cheryl's hobbies are tenpin bowling and papercrafts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/cherylwrightauthor" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/Cheryl-Wright/author/B0088GDSKM" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/cheryl-wright" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>BookBub</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1577279.Cheryl_Wright" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Goodreads</b></span></a></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0CkB3_6dGX3W4LO9dAJ16uNNzrqWxuME8msZJ01AVQ0NC3-3lK-UsX5Q5QOK3JaEgLRZ1k0JhpzwQekXpuSrIFvrQpFwFF9Mx2QsiphdIX1wLtk7CCH6ziiJ1bUef6xC9885Z2POY_lGGsHA1BRECTa1B34eA5H7EjqoJfViyXrGZerhWRiMsXtICbqW/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wW5W5vGwyA4" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You can find the entire <span style="color: red;"><b><i>Christmas Bride Dilemma </i></b></span>series</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C7HV1XQP" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ ~ ~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A special thanks to Cheryl Wright for the use of her tagline graphics to go with our excerpt posts. It was so wonderful to see everyone here today. Please come back again on Friday, July 7th, when we'll take a peek at Book #2.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com8New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-85792555630565604892023-06-05T09:27:00.002-07:002023-06-05T09:28:25.133-07:00WANDA (Rescue Me Mail-Order Brides - Book 23) by Author NANCY FRASER **BOOK BIRTHDAY**<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oLA-L8sjpwqPuUT7BtxtxbnFPcVJtMou2QHZ9yEouV8i33LKIMNL0p4CV7jtwfz9FQCi22q2cEEWF9lO_rCWBVvfgBtjyOWdZunDvv7fPsA165kBYdyvTF2WdY7D-LKmftWL3z6QDT3Fno4-fGgydvTO4xYqTE9iztGvePLrY0EIxRRlJ6Z9pWa3yw/s1640/Wanda%20BB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oLA-L8sjpwqPuUT7BtxtxbnFPcVJtMou2QHZ9yEouV8i33LKIMNL0p4CV7jtwfz9FQCi22q2cEEWF9lO_rCWBVvfgBtjyOWdZunDvv7fPsA165kBYdyvTF2WdY7D-LKmftWL3z6QDT3Fno4-fGgydvTO4xYqTE9iztGvePLrY0EIxRRlJ6Z9pWa3yw/w640-h334/Wanda%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Welcome back to <b><i>Romance Sweet Reads</i></b>. Today we're going to continue with our feature of a new series of sweet/inspirational, western historical romances. The series, <b><i>RESCUE ME (Mail-Order Brides)</i></b> consists of twenty-five books, releasing once per week, every Monday. So, sit back and enjoy!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p>The twenty-third book in the <i><b>Rescue Me (Mail Order Brides)</b></i> series, is <span style="color: #45818e;"><b><i>Wanda</i></b></span>, by Author <b>Nancy Fraser. </b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3td4pX2G_yLxP3h5zM4QzevhNxVeLqnbXlH8VThtdYNXS3FeroxQFaoomsqRu4vfeQ9zcwFF0GpHd6ATyyWlpwrCYneN6o9PE9Ex4jAQqZue-91DCg3J_RBlRRlMWajJ4NEzOCM8b8e_PbqbOub8zLhhl5MATgyt2IybzFzuGWznsdv2qcHTIXa3C7A/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3td4pX2G_yLxP3h5zM4QzevhNxVeLqnbXlH8VThtdYNXS3FeroxQFaoomsqRu4vfeQ9zcwFF0GpHd6ATyyWlpwrCYneN6o9PE9Ex4jAQqZue-91DCg3J_RBlRRlMWajJ4NEzOCM8b8e_PbqbOub8zLhhl5MATgyt2IybzFzuGWznsdv2qcHTIXa3C7A/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZxMz282ojiWGlKmApw_8pOEBlUxofZtIQv-ixxlAkJKHBxem8xFlkImaU5cvKlNS9lRCqIqiQcmsQGB6MHxVRX1g_hZRc_pUSqAZ_qlfu27wlr-IYAFjeXSExjQNAxb04eH4W-RJRI-XNJnWjj2Y3ciQxKqkdjd9qkpXdKJhfPXp1ctq4VOhy4Lr6A/s1000/BookBrushImage58051.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZxMz282ojiWGlKmApw_8pOEBlUxofZtIQv-ixxlAkJKHBxem8xFlkImaU5cvKlNS9lRCqIqiQcmsQGB6MHxVRX1g_hZRc_pUSqAZ_qlfu27wlr-IYAFjeXSExjQNAxb04eH4W-RJRI-XNJnWjj2Y3ciQxKqkdjd9qkpXdKJhfPXp1ctq4VOhy4Lr6A/w484-h640/BookBrushImage58051.png" width="484" /></a></div>At twenty-eight, Wanda Lenore Hendrickson has worked for the Albany Gazette for six years now, the last two as one of their crime reporters. When she and her editor attempt to check out a lead in warehouse robberies, the editor is murdered in cold blood, with her as a witness. A crooked police detective puts her in the murderers’ crosshairs, causing her to flee the city. Unfortunately, danger is hot on her heels. <br /><br />Along the way, she meets a woman who runs a matrimonial service and she submits her application using her mother’s maiden name rather than her family name. She leaves for Bakersfield, California and marriage to the owner of a lemon orchard. While she’s uncertain, she knows that she can’t keep running forever. With any luck, changing her name and hiding away on a farm will thwart the men following her. <br /><br />Caleb Hornsby is the owner of the largest Meyer lemon grove in the mid-state area. It’s taken him nearly two years to rebuild his late uncle’s failing business. Working night and day has left him little time for courting. And, given the area isn’t exactly teaming with would-be brides, he follows his best friend’s advice and sends for a mail-order bride. <br /><br />It isn’t until strange men show up in town looking for a supposed runaway wife and mother. When they relay facts about the woman, Caleb starts to worry. Has he married a woman on the run? Or, a criminal? More importantly, someone he can no longer trust.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BLN4F9JK" target="_blank"><span style="color: #134f5c;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Coming soon to print!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiXOSknbyE3vgaYjcEwN1fa9H42d-pwQfYQBOYNifrgiVW0IKVrzjrGpI0HzddvnobMRDsbLzAngmhsn9cKi5kjUx4adnKLzkc4azU5-3QvPOOCdFy-DDY7Ebkm9OhlOPmWwxYp7__d_hW5yyGQqRzspI4S-girHuoPEiW16g3ce8JOTBoReGM8dpVw/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiXOSknbyE3vgaYjcEwN1fa9H42d-pwQfYQBOYNifrgiVW0IKVrzjrGpI0HzddvnobMRDsbLzAngmhsn9cKi5kjUx4adnKLzkc4azU5-3QvPOOCdFy-DDY7Ebkm9OhlOPmWwxYp7__d_hW5yyGQqRzspI4S-girHuoPEiW16g3ce8JOTBoReGM8dpVw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b><i>Lemon Drop Farms <br />Just Outside Bakersfield, California <br />Early May, 1901</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p class="MsoNormal">Caleb Hornsby shifted behind the huge, low-slung, wooden
desk, bumping his knees on the center drawer. “Dang it, all,” he grumbled.
Rolling the heavy chair backward, the lopsided casters tipped the foul thing
precariously to the right, threatening to spill him on the floor at any moment.
A stronger curse word came to mind, but he tamped it down.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You still fighting with inanimate objects, boss?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Caleb looked up to see his farm manager, Trip Elliott,
standing in the doorway.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You might say that. I really need to replace this old desk
and chair. Unfortunately, my money’s tied up in those new saplings and
repairing the water lines.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Your late uncle had that desk specially made, and the chair
came all the way from Saint Louis.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Where it should have stayed.” Shifting again until the
chair righted itself fully, Caleb added, “My dearly departed uncle was
five-foot-three, not six-one. Not to mention, on the far side of three-hundred
pounds. He wore out this chair long before I got here to take over.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“We could probably put a couple of two-by-fours under the
desk legs to at least lift it out of your lap,” Trip suggested. “I got nothing
that’ll help that chair, though.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_6cn2Dym-vNgSMmxMVlo73cRt_wOWtmrJNjBQoPQWNblvBJjU3_zM4dk6Mfh0QiDORvWeqMgCtbz4n30QWTAspXt0J8Mh6RcLcp4Q2E6eNV7ilbeEag8OquguUUZta03EAq9fl6EXF7Rsw1BD12tLDG7cXZIN7dAOglA8lGVt2zVQUgD1nCRLR4trAA/s1080/Wanda%20Meme%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_6cn2Dym-vNgSMmxMVlo73cRt_wOWtmrJNjBQoPQWNblvBJjU3_zM4dk6Mfh0QiDORvWeqMgCtbz4n30QWTAspXt0J8Mh6RcLcp4Q2E6eNV7ilbeEag8OquguUUZta03EAq9fl6EXF7Rsw1BD12tLDG7cXZIN7dAOglA8lGVt2zVQUgD1nCRLR4trAA/s320/Wanda%20Meme%202.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>“Whatever you can do for the desk would be greatly
appreciated,” Caleb acknowledged. “I’ve spent the past nine months
concentrating on the fields but, now that we’re back to planting and
harvesting, I got some time to catch up on the bookkeeping. Which means...
fighting with the office furniture. Not to mention, the much-needed updates to
the farmhouse.”<o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You need some help around the house, that’s for sure. Have
you given any thought to mine and Lacy’s suggestion?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Narrowing his gaze, Caleb shot his friend a sour look. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">A wife</i>. Just exactly when do you think
I’d have time to court a decent woman, much less find one in this remote area.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“There’s always church,” Trip suggested. “A good,
God-fearing woman would put this place to rights in no time.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Near as I can remember, there were five women at services
last Sunday, and your lovely wife was the only one under the age of fifty.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“True enough. Lacy and I were discussing the lack of young
women just the other day. She’s determined to find you a wife.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m so pleased your bride has taken an interest in my love
life, or lack thereof.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“According to Lacy, you need a calming influence, or you’re
going to drive yourself into the ground with all the nervous bouncing around
you do from one project to the next.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“And your answer to calming me down is finding me a wife? If
my proposed marriage turned out to be anything like my ma and pa’s, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">calm</i> wouldn’t be a word I’d use to
describe it.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As if he’d not even spoken, Trip kept going with his
assessment. “A gentle, pleasant woman would put you to rights, too. If you know
what I mean.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, I know what you mean,” Caleb groused. “So, do you and
Lacy have anyone in mind?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, not a specific person, but rather a matching
service.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Caleb shook his head. Adamantly. “Nope. No way am I sending
for some mail-order bride and agreeing to marry her sight unseen, and without
so much as a courtship.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t forget, she’d be taking the same risk as you. I’d
say, if a woman’s daring enough to put her future in a man, sight unseen, she
should be able to handle anything... even a grumpy, jumpy, ball of nerves like
you.”<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TsqdhogOEy0qFLN-gUoLynriHNwna-G4T0tGmtWwp1oQE570bBhcFfqFMiiNJaReY5ku_jwwh2oJIJpkZadT1NKaiSsRjggvJTqWBUpkkV_cvthQWUO22FBoVsiBMGfz0Qw5DpukC6mPDEdtQ7ByNVu6wGbfbAxjrwDXwSDeO519PBPYvNoww-SgKw/s600/BookBrushImage-2023-4-25-0-234.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TsqdhogOEy0qFLN-gUoLynriHNwna-G4T0tGmtWwp1oQE570bBhcFfqFMiiNJaReY5ku_jwwh2oJIJpkZadT1NKaiSsRjggvJTqWBUpkkV_cvthQWUO22FBoVsiBMGfz0Qw5DpukC6mPDEdtQ7ByNVu6wGbfbAxjrwDXwSDeO519PBPYvNoww-SgKw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2023-4-25-0-234.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.jigsawplanet.com/?rc=play&pid=3a5fb6e38112" style="display: inline-block; position: relative;"><img alt="preview" src="https://im.jigsawplanet.com/?rc=img&pid=3a5fb6e38112&size=160" style="box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4) 2px 2px 4px; display: block;" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="display: inline-block; margin: 1em; text-align: center; width: 160px;"><a href="https://www.jigsawplanet.com/?rc=play&pid=3a5fb6e38112" style="display: inline-block; position: relative;"><span style="bottom: 4px; filter: drop-shadow(1px 1px 2px #000); font: bold 120% Verdana, sans-serif; position: absolute; right: 4px; white-space: nowrap;"><span style="color: white; vertical-align: middle;">60</span><img alt="piece" src="https://www.jigsawplanet.com/img/shapes/10.svg" style="height: 1.5em; vertical-align: middle; width: 1.5em;" /></span></a><a href="https://www.jigsawplanet.com/?rc=play&pid=3a5fb6e38112" style="display: block; margin-top: 0.2em; overflow-wrap: break-word;">Rescue Puzzle Meme</a></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUjzW4LJduk8zYX4YhfNkY1aSe6-JEAf7jxZEn7Grm2UHCUlskbZf5E-7iN5aI7nAoPKer_YeOQJbebbpOqASbKuNde02np-zhxe5nn1jXrjuIdot6ohin5vXwKHumIbjzEIgWZ0nolphRK57wWpMUDiA6vr4fLz5-zeDFUPkkq9xKqDGiF61lvTKF4A/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUjzW4LJduk8zYX4YhfNkY1aSe6-JEAf7jxZEn7Grm2UHCUlskbZf5E-7iN5aI7nAoPKer_YeOQJbebbpOqASbKuNde02np-zhxe5nn1jXrjuIdot6ohin5vXwKHumIbjzEIgWZ0nolphRK57wWpMUDiA6vr4fLz5-zeDFUPkkq9xKqDGiF61lvTKF4A/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSDiIqB2i1vEVMXhsuMSBmpC83DrwaZKPOo_WYOSwFYKpIvdnV8gzxV73lzs1QWWWEmVLbfJ1Z8qukHKviOMaD4UfzDtnV98hJP_3SDO1iLsZ430BfGmZm18CY0DvhmASWWenAUihR2zX-dG7o3ZquVIKHvwXwy4S1kKrTudpwO0JRt2ZN3BWbE-SrA/s450/Nancy's%20Avatar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="436" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSDiIqB2i1vEVMXhsuMSBmpC83DrwaZKPOo_WYOSwFYKpIvdnV8gzxV73lzs1QWWWEmVLbfJ1Z8qukHKviOMaD4UfzDtnV98hJP_3SDO1iLsZ430BfGmZm18CY0DvhmASWWenAUihR2zX-dG7o3ZquVIKHvwXwy4S1kKrTudpwO0JRt2ZN3BWbE-SrA/w194-h200/Nancy's%20Avatar.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Nancy Fraser</b> a Top 100 best-selling and award-winning author. She is the 2022 winner of the <i><b>NEST</b> (National Excellence in Story Telling)</i> award for her western historical romance, <i>An Honorable Man for Katarina</i>.</div><div><br />She's also the granddaughter of a Methodist minister known for his fire-and-brimstone approach to his faith. Nancy has brought some of his spirit into her Christian romances. And, her own off-beat sense of humor to her clean & wholesome books.<br /><br />When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://romancesweetreads.blogspot.com/p/sweet-romance-from-author-nancy-fraser.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Nancy's Sweet Reads</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://facebook.com/nancyfraserauthor" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B09FTH655Z " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://bookbub.com/profile/nancy-fraser " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>BookBub</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://eepurl.com/bxkKvD" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Nancy's Newsletter Sign-Up</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWLVe9G2hc7K4UIZ_-F9sWpG2pOKivHp3ckXW7zCfTEVm9eeSZwsshjTHsiR2QSKpVN1ynZdPRZMot4adgMnktKwCEthJKgzqs9yQlQ8OIS45-T6PrsVOkHwkQ1kjW1JhTM4UqerOJjOBPhG32JfvqIk2KHtdfqxHLR0a4xharSK2cgCyEn2pXyb_Xg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWLVe9G2hc7K4UIZ_-F9sWpG2pOKivHp3ckXW7zCfTEVm9eeSZwsshjTHsiR2QSKpVN1ynZdPRZMot4adgMnktKwCEthJKgzqs9yQlQ8OIS45-T6PrsVOkHwkQ1kjW1JhTM4UqerOJjOBPhG32JfvqIk2KHtdfqxHLR0a4xharSK2cgCyEn2pXyb_Xg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJvweEmeMvObqWa650g9owVCl1mYWLsz6cC7E0-eGdpIUITQQC_MZyRcNhR42BRhPdag2BJNiaHr_irIO_ilHmFDohYPCKGLpfLahrLJnjSVK-lW6sB3jgrVmTb7Ygp1VMhAt1zl4HkC2_V5CejIt_okUMGWta-O5qiSYBw1slnLmMT4d3gPQ7Xk68xA/s1640/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJvweEmeMvObqWa650g9owVCl1mYWLsz6cC7E0-eGdpIUITQQC_MZyRcNhR42BRhPdag2BJNiaHr_irIO_ilHmFDohYPCKGLpfLahrLJnjSVK-lW6sB3jgrVmTb7Ygp1VMhAt1zl4HkC2_V5CejIt_okUMGWta-O5qiSYBw1slnLmMT4d3gPQ7Xk68xA/w640-h334/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire Rescue Me ~ Mail-Order Brides series exclusively on</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BKLNTH1N" target="_blank"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Thank you for stopping by. I hope to see you again soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><b><i></i></b></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com0New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-73901390650785629442023-04-25T02:00:00.004-07:002023-04-25T02:00:00.123-07:00EMILY (Prairie Roses Collection V - Book 26) by Author Nancy Fraser<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEian4DD9zcgdyHt0iT1_lXQJb8mPcPW3vja8kCv5DD-CVmZp-D712nw8epdFf0syxBgQjp2ZVHydhxyQnxh8Ukc9bIXYKAMhfXrwZfgcA9ykEurql6HzwqNRAVi9S9V-tQdA6ymHb-u4Fu2m9jHQlQnm7nqpOXpqopnGLT2w3NGlwV305eAv8kKAmAAng/s1200/BookBrushImage-2023-4-24-17-5227.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEian4DD9zcgdyHt0iT1_lXQJb8mPcPW3vja8kCv5DD-CVmZp-D712nw8epdFf0syxBgQjp2ZVHydhxyQnxh8Ukc9bIXYKAMhfXrwZfgcA9ykEurql6HzwqNRAVi9S9V-tQdA6ymHb-u4Fu2m9jHQlQnm7nqpOXpqopnGLT2w3NGlwV305eAv8kKAmAAng/w640-h334/BookBrushImage-2023-4-24-17-5227.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Welcome to <i>Romance Sweet Reads</i>. Today, we want to share the third book in this year's <i>Prairie Rose Collection</i>, and the twenty-sixth book over all since the Collection started five years ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Emily</i></b>, by Author <b>Nancy Fraser</b> is today's featured book. Join us for a sneak peek.</div><p></p><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bWDJA302DD50UiDXc-rAqlP-3cprtGeDIZl98PRrYYv7mHwl9XYGBFSAc2o0iTUqjNldmzrWUq_x8c93KLBPtR79B9QeZ9U-517TM4viT-ffT5T_MQ9XPD2SI36tBkhrDRVH9zb1RaKABS1wAL7PzRZ-dJhiuVnw4MnVxdvr1GpMQXJGWfeMM7z2vQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bWDJA302DD50UiDXc-rAqlP-3cprtGeDIZl98PRrYYv7mHwl9XYGBFSAc2o0iTUqjNldmzrWUq_x8c93KLBPtR79B9QeZ9U-517TM4viT-ffT5T_MQ9XPD2SI36tBkhrDRVH9zb1RaKABS1wAL7PzRZ-dJhiuVnw4MnVxdvr1GpMQXJGWfeMM7z2vQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsdjF7hkPHKVEoA3RMTXJoVGPzEfSfWTX3UWJqwh5QDwh0AnJF7Sb5jcEYOik2XQy87p4_6YkZ45xdylSu3IXiemtcuvv467Fn_bcvqjR40rnRc5dxlY3fnDVgQkAgcH9QOKcYORrmusQKP5lgZhjkN45EN9oXvhs8uRUZ8-GEC7PYNCcMYVSwbY7Hxw/s1000/BookBrushImage32065.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsdjF7hkPHKVEoA3RMTXJoVGPzEfSfWTX3UWJqwh5QDwh0AnJF7Sb5jcEYOik2XQy87p4_6YkZ45xdylSu3IXiemtcuvv467Fn_bcvqjR40rnRc5dxlY3fnDVgQkAgcH9QOKcYORrmusQKP5lgZhjkN45EN9oXvhs8uRUZ8-GEC7PYNCcMYVSwbY7Hxw/w484-h640/BookBrushImage32065.png" width="484" /></a></div>Newly graduated teacher Emily Prentiss has been granted an interview for a position in the small town of Barkerville, Oregon. In order to reach her destination, she takes on the job of governess for a wealthy family’s four children and agrees to travel with them by wagon train to Oregon City. <br /><br />Miles Grainger owns the largest apple orchard on the west coast. He’s spent the past month in St. Louis attending to the estate of his late brother and sister-in-law. While he’s anxious to return to Oregon, he’s also overwhelmed by the added responsibility as guardian of his niece and nephew. While he knows everything about trees and fruit, he’s totally clueless about being a parent. <br /><br />Despite her duties as nanny to her employer’s children, Emily offers to help Miles weather the problems he faces on the trail with two small children. Will their friendship develop into more during their time on the trail? And, once they reach their destination, will she be willing to give up her dream of teaching to become a wife and ready-make mother?<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Find exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BXPML2PV " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Find the entire <i>Prairie Rose Collection</i> also on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07R8DSMB4" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIE8wyFSMhIrLTvA_59MA48diZjrgFqWxJPioFg6ULov3W52A3gM50Q2Wldp6fd20ZEzH8ivZqyWwpYl4Jz-6cUzF3NGNGBO4LUeyJpC8fo9BKJ5Q5GrDXJfIZTRj_IseRBpgBh0aK2SzShHcp-VxhVKNu7Mucx7KewduG7t2RblbQpFRMt4tbdzbYg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIE8wyFSMhIrLTvA_59MA48diZjrgFqWxJPioFg6ULov3W52A3gM50Q2Wldp6fd20ZEzH8ivZqyWwpYl4Jz-6cUzF3NGNGBO4LUeyJpC8fo9BKJ5Q5GrDXJfIZTRj_IseRBpgBh0aK2SzShHcp-VxhVKNu7Mucx7KewduG7t2RblbQpFRMt4tbdzbYg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div></div>While he waited, Miles changed Peregrine’s nappy, disposing of the stinky part in the nearby pile of horse dung. Bottom wiped, he fashioned the weird shaped flannel cloth around the baby’s rump, and folded in the edges, just as Mable Parker had taught him during his first week in Saint Louis. Drawing a breath, he thumbed open this new-fangled contraption Mable had called a ‘safety pin’ and proceeded to anchor the edges. <br /><br /><div>“Ouch!” <br /><br />From her seat on the driver’s bench, Periwinkle giggled. <br /><br />He drew the pin back, ready to try again, when a soft voice at his side asked, “Do you need some help with that?” <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkIc7w0G4Hv5ACclKS7Tt2DbnGgIzD7HwIwpcFf5oD0bV23fUCQj5sO0qYcy6idnli9Dz_fm3XonWFNSTENBATu1jw5DdHuARi1WmrbB5K1xc5ohlzp5ttrjw20V1KFAv3tuBx2L-l3Jbdkmhou8EkIBFOZtzD-eh46ABV342dlIc_adLg9eGjZTGvA/s1080/BookBrushImage-2023-4-25-0-1319.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkIc7w0G4Hv5ACclKS7Tt2DbnGgIzD7HwIwpcFf5oD0bV23fUCQj5sO0qYcy6idnli9Dz_fm3XonWFNSTENBATu1jw5DdHuARi1WmrbB5K1xc5ohlzp5ttrjw20V1KFAv3tuBx2L-l3Jbdkmhou8EkIBFOZtzD-eh46ABV342dlIc_adLg9eGjZTGvA/s320/BookBrushImage-2023-4-25-0-1319.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Miles looked up into the huge brown eyes, and timid smile belonging to the famous storyteller, Miss Emily. “Yes, please. I think I have the folding part right, but these pins should be outlawed.” <br /><br />“They are a wonderful, and time-saving, invention. However, they do take a bit of practice to master. Here,” she said, stepping forward. “Allow me.” <br /><br />He stepped back, and handed her the tiny weapon, grateful the baby was in a docile mood, rather than his usual flailing arms and legs. <br /><br />"You’re very adept at that,” he said. “You’ve obviously had your share of practice.” <br /><br />She gave a small shrug of her narrow shoulders, and admitted, “Not really. This trip is my first as a governess. I do a lot of sewing. Pins are not that different from needles.” After tightening the wrap of the cloth, she slid the pin effortlessly through and locked it in place. “Do you have some soaker pants to go over his nappy?” <br /><br />“Probably somewhere back in the wagon. We’ve been going pretty much bare legs because of the heat.” <br /><br />“As long as you’re keeping him out of direct sunlight, I’d say he probably enjoys the light weight.” Once she’d laid the baby back in his basket, she stuck out her hand, and said, “My name is Emily Prentiss.” <br /><br />“I’m Miles Grainger,” he said. “Thank you for your help.” <br /><br />“Miles,” she said softly. “It’s nice to finally put a name to a face, rather than just think of you as Periwinkle’s father.” <br /><br />“Oh, he’s not my father,” Periwinkle said from her perch on the bench. “My papa went to live with the angels. My mama, too.” <br /><br />Miles waited for the tears to come, and was pleasantly surprised when they didn’t. <br /><br />“I’m so sorry to hear that, Periwinkle... Mister Grainger.” <br /><br />“It was unexpected,” he explained. “Especially the part where my brother chose me to be their guardian.”</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oWJoO4QLdz3hiNq910Ykzh9JgZUsxAXbAwPwW9uy2QAEy1bhZR1RNVtkVAI65fo7FKR4RckkWf-sbffoj5sTU2MFbJ561WiWgNwD2qoKn8O00BoZkePs2l3hVU69vLu4WqFXIqlF9eKip7jgr2OpCJbOHJ16tAE25CeuMRRK0Mem8NN4GzoelZhSNg/s600/BookBrushImage-2023-4-25-0-234.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oWJoO4QLdz3hiNq910Ykzh9JgZUsxAXbAwPwW9uy2QAEy1bhZR1RNVtkVAI65fo7FKR4RckkWf-sbffoj5sTU2MFbJ561WiWgNwD2qoKn8O00BoZkePs2l3hVU69vLu4WqFXIqlF9eKip7jgr2OpCJbOHJ16tAE25CeuMRRK0Mem8NN4GzoelZhSNg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2023-4-25-0-234.png" width="400" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" src="https://www.jigsawplanet.com/?rc=play&pid=10ccff43b421&view=iframe" style="height: 600px; width: 100%;"></iframe><span style="display: inline-block; margin: 1em; text-align: center; width: 160px;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUjzW4LJduk8zYX4YhfNkY1aSe6-JEAf7jxZEn7Grm2UHCUlskbZf5E-7iN5aI7nAoPKer_YeOQJbebbpOqASbKuNde02np-zhxe5nn1jXrjuIdot6ohin5vXwKHumIbjzEIgWZ0nolphRK57wWpMUDiA6vr4fLz5-zeDFUPkkq9xKqDGiF61lvTKF4A/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUjzW4LJduk8zYX4YhfNkY1aSe6-JEAf7jxZEn7Grm2UHCUlskbZf5E-7iN5aI7nAoPKer_YeOQJbebbpOqASbKuNde02np-zhxe5nn1jXrjuIdot6ohin5vXwKHumIbjzEIgWZ0nolphRK57wWpMUDiA6vr4fLz5-zeDFUPkkq9xKqDGiF61lvTKF4A/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSDiIqB2i1vEVMXhsuMSBmpC83DrwaZKPOo_WYOSwFYKpIvdnV8gzxV73lzs1QWWWEmVLbfJ1Z8qukHKviOMaD4UfzDtnV98hJP_3SDO1iLsZ430BfGmZm18CY0DvhmASWWenAUihR2zX-dG7o3ZquVIKHvwXwy4S1kKrTudpwO0JRt2ZN3BWbE-SrA/s450/Nancy's%20Avatar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="436" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSDiIqB2i1vEVMXhsuMSBmpC83DrwaZKPOo_WYOSwFYKpIvdnV8gzxV73lzs1QWWWEmVLbfJ1Z8qukHKviOMaD4UfzDtnV98hJP_3SDO1iLsZ430BfGmZm18CY0DvhmASWWenAUihR2zX-dG7o3ZquVIKHvwXwy4S1kKrTudpwO0JRt2ZN3BWbE-SrA/w194-h200/Nancy's%20Avatar.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Nancy Fraser</b> a Top 100 best-selling and award-winning author. She is the 2022 winner of the <i><b>NEST</b> (National Excellence in Story Telling)</i> award for her western historical romance, <i>An Honorable Man for Katarina</i>.</div><div><br />She's also the granddaughter of a Methodist minister known for his fire-and-brimstone approach to his faith. Nancy has brought some of his spirit into her Christian romances. And, her own off-beat sense of humor to her clean & wholesome books.<br /><br />When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://romancesweetreads.blogspot.com/p/sweet-romance-from-author-nancy-fraser.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Nancy's Sweet Reads</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://facebook.com/nancyfraserauthor" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B09FTH655Z " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://bookbub.com/profile/nancy-fraser " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>BookBub</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://eepurl.com/bxkKvD" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Nancy's Newsletter Sign-Up</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">~ ~ ~</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Thank you for stopping by today. Please come back again soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>Blessings,</div><div><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com2New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-66961880625970726002023-04-24T03:30:00.004-07:002023-04-24T09:24:03.081-07:00ABILENE (RESCUE ME ~ MAIL~ORDER BRIDES - Book 17) by Author KIMBERLY GRIST *BOOK BIRTHDAY*<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6TNicv1OMK1NxSuNh2pHY-KrFCTyUNe84VAy0JcGhH5B_VgUkiKDChSG1qnb6zaKyKM8gdfD1MWRH0a3kG3kpgvGyOCVscFtKob9Kj-JKUd0A-0mWtisRtyxEwc2TXNrzxNKSRTpokDhj5u5RidzTqDVBsfgjSQJLF3BAFtYB55-4b-YzV3osEjseg/s1640/BookBrushImage-2023-4-23-19-4435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6TNicv1OMK1NxSuNh2pHY-KrFCTyUNe84VAy0JcGhH5B_VgUkiKDChSG1qnb6zaKyKM8gdfD1MWRH0a3kG3kpgvGyOCVscFtKob9Kj-JKUd0A-0mWtisRtyxEwc2TXNrzxNKSRTpokDhj5u5RidzTqDVBsfgjSQJLF3BAFtYB55-4b-YzV3osEjseg/w640-h334/BookBrushImage-2023-4-23-19-4435.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Welcome back to <b><i>Romance Sweet Reads</i></b>. Today we're going to continue with our feature of a new series of sweet/inspirational, western historical romances. The series, <b><i>RESCUE ME (Mail-Order Brides)</i></b> consists of twenty-five books, releasing once per week, every Monday. So, sit back and enjoy!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p>The seventeenth book in the <i><b>Rescue Me (Mail Order Brides)</b></i> series, is <span style="color: #45818e;"><b><i>Abilene</i></b></span>, by Author <b>Kimberly Grist. </b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3td4pX2G_yLxP3h5zM4QzevhNxVeLqnbXlH8VThtdYNXS3FeroxQFaoomsqRu4vfeQ9zcwFF0GpHd6ATyyWlpwrCYneN6o9PE9Ex4jAQqZue-91DCg3J_RBlRRlMWajJ4NEzOCM8b8e_PbqbOub8zLhhl5MATgyt2IybzFzuGWznsdv2qcHTIXa3C7A/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3td4pX2G_yLxP3h5zM4QzevhNxVeLqnbXlH8VThtdYNXS3FeroxQFaoomsqRu4vfeQ9zcwFF0GpHd6ATyyWlpwrCYneN6o9PE9Ex4jAQqZue-91DCg3J_RBlRRlMWajJ4NEzOCM8b8e_PbqbOub8zLhhl5MATgyt2IybzFzuGWznsdv2qcHTIXa3C7A/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhksve1G2am-mk3fbspBoQvS8Y2jAgZXGkviZVyXYZwiZixW1dPZyK1Hbc_RoCiLH9Pr-q5N30s1D_bZYBrUTkesHjo2vvP1LbhrZmPMYIDceHSXm3i3ChVAz63kK7KWQTOBL0T0k7tJne6OAaEZDNEcNhhd82YpOp06LBcN1m9H4MSGLTRfm3eUMVppQ/s1000/BookBrushImage31381.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhksve1G2am-mk3fbspBoQvS8Y2jAgZXGkviZVyXYZwiZixW1dPZyK1Hbc_RoCiLH9Pr-q5N30s1D_bZYBrUTkesHjo2vvP1LbhrZmPMYIDceHSXm3i3ChVAz63kK7KWQTOBL0T0k7tJne6OAaEZDNEcNhhd82YpOp06LBcN1m9H4MSGLTRfm3eUMVppQ/w484-h640/BookBrushImage31381.png" width="484" /></a></div><i>A marriage made in Heaven between a bootlegger’s daughter and a hard-hearted sheriff, they go together like moonshine and bad decisions. Will Abilene find a way to penetrate the barriers of the sheriff’s heart?</i><br /><br />A hopeless romantic, Abilene is on the run again, dreaming of her happily ever after- an understanding husband, a house in the country, and peace.<br />Sheriff Mark Joseph learned the hard way that love only leads to heartache and is not worth the risk. The last thing he needs is a wife. Long work hours with a healthy dose of danger are the best antidote to a broken heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><i>Will Abilene find a way to penetrate the barriers of the sheriff’s heart</i>?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><b>Available exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BLZ9J2Z4" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiXOSknbyE3vgaYjcEwN1fa9H42d-pwQfYQBOYNifrgiVW0IKVrzjrGpI0HzddvnobMRDsbLzAngmhsn9cKi5kjUx4adnKLzkc4azU5-3QvPOOCdFy-DDY7Ebkm9OhlOPmWwxYp7__d_hW5yyGQqRzspI4S-girHuoPEiW16g3ce8JOTBoReGM8dpVw/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiXOSknbyE3vgaYjcEwN1fa9H42d-pwQfYQBOYNifrgiVW0IKVrzjrGpI0HzddvnobMRDsbLzAngmhsn9cKi5kjUx4adnKLzkc4azU5-3QvPOOCdFy-DDY7Ebkm9OhlOPmWwxYp7__d_hW5yyGQqRzspI4S-girHuoPEiW16g3ce8JOTBoReGM8dpVw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div></div>“A young woman like you, Abilene, should have better things to do than dreaming about your next hiding place. You ought to have a home of your own and a husband who loves you. You sure deserve better than this.” <br /><br />Despite the soreness in her body, Abilene’s mouth twitched at the irony of her mother’s statement as she searched among the onions and herbs that hung from ropes suspended from the ceiling. From their folds, she retrieved a few pouches containing coins hidden away to meet the needs of her family. “Oh, I usually save that kind of dreaming for when I’m in the garden and can envision a handsome husband and a home in the country while I work. It’s like my very own fairy tale,” Abilene teased, wishing she could do more to lift the burden that weighed so heavily on her mother’s thin shoulders. “Then, depending on how much weeding I have to do, if there’s time, I can add love and lots of children to my fantasy.” <br /><br />“While you’re dreaming up that husband of yours, make sure he’s the type who knows how to keep his plow in a straight line. That’s your pa’s trouble, always allowing the ways of the world to wrap around him like a weed instead of allowing God to do any pruning.” Her mother stared into the distance. “Your grandpa tried to warn me about his character, but I wouldn’t listen. He told me the lazy man was filling my head with a bunch of pretty words and nonsense. My father was right. Unfortunately, your pa is selfish, and on the rare occasion he sinks low enough in his misery to repent, it only lasts until he can gather enough coins to pay for his next bottle.” <br /><br />Abilene’s brow furrowed. “You’re the wisest woman I know, so if you made a mistake in judgment, I can’t imagine what kind of mess I’ll make of things.”</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCoC1Oz66xqIKvMZKaDpJmf_GubbFx405MebkrlFyD2bAjFmhRLt2TOC454eX1ssu_D7z_Cr_8Tbr804mpOygSWM4nQ0nv1Il2taco4PEsaEidpmbMS0tv2v1OchK8h_Ar76EcfAvr7-hc_SmvzLO3FxC-BX7h-otJuCl0zrp7SiL33lZ6_-O_KsaGQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCoC1Oz66xqIKvMZKaDpJmf_GubbFx405MebkrlFyD2bAjFmhRLt2TOC454eX1ssu_D7z_Cr_8Tbr804mpOygSWM4nQ0nv1Il2taco4PEsaEidpmbMS0tv2v1OchK8h_Ar76EcfAvr7-hc_SmvzLO3FxC-BX7h-otJuCl0zrp7SiL33lZ6_-O_KsaGQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKDiQlrvYO1n2ZNOkB-VO-7NposasF-CRdlV-ORbj1ijWA0IvaYkJtkxcE2xAzd30U0wOnF_UGqN8esm-ScWnfutzAfYkMmBlXSX-CoR4jd2k-mc5Y4pUwQkmhc2RFz8GSIBvZCOMLzzH-7Mtv1iFFr9i_-Vg-xT5g7bvl0BCUTkc2VUxdxhW_SBU6w/s225/Kim%20Grist.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="169" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKDiQlrvYO1n2ZNOkB-VO-7NposasF-CRdlV-ORbj1ijWA0IvaYkJtkxcE2xAzd30U0wOnF_UGqN8esm-ScWnfutzAfYkMmBlXSX-CoR4jd2k-mc5Y4pUwQkmhc2RFz8GSIBvZCOMLzzH-7Mtv1iFFr9i_-Vg-xT5g7bvl0BCUTkc2VUxdxhW_SBU6w/s1600/Kim%20Grist.jpg" width="169" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kimberly Grist is married to her high school sweetheart, Nelson, a former teacher and coach, now a pastor. 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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> </span></p><br /></div></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com2New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-91878045623272725652023-04-19T02:30:00.004-07:002023-04-19T02:30:00.137-07:00MOLLY (Always a Bridesmaid - Book 5) by Author NANCY FRASER **Book Birthday**<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6EO1rmRbyA8GQqbjpuwRIJekfgIepjNlzRIoOZHCskyvGxKacojnahSsHUS5Bq-ymBH0sWbNk0RBO2S5lqKzwVVJ6VO2Nf1zVuRMB1MfSvTe3PNF-qP-zfRpR3DLw3HylClme6dFY41ofKzeAKUY-60NJzJEvQNFI7OzVjHiMZclQgS5mdGKEWjd1w/s1640/Molly%20BB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6EO1rmRbyA8GQqbjpuwRIJekfgIepjNlzRIoOZHCskyvGxKacojnahSsHUS5Bq-ymBH0sWbNk0RBO2S5lqKzwVVJ6VO2Nf1zVuRMB1MfSvTe3PNF-qP-zfRpR3DLw3HylClme6dFY41ofKzeAKUY-60NJzJEvQNFI7OzVjHiMZclQgS5mdGKEWjd1w/w640-h334/Molly%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div>Welcome to <i>Romance Sweet Reads</i>. Today, we're featuring the fifth book in a new sweet contemporary romance series, <i>Always a Bridesmaid</i>. Fourteen inidividual books, all with feisty women who may... or may not... be looking for love.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div><br /></div><div>The next book out of the gate is <b><i>Molly</i></b> by Author Nancy Fraser. Join us for a sneak peek.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bWDJA302DD50UiDXc-rAqlP-3cprtGeDIZl98PRrYYv7mHwl9XYGBFSAc2o0iTUqjNldmzrWUq_x8c93KLBPtR79B9QeZ9U-517TM4viT-ffT5T_MQ9XPD2SI36tBkhrDRVH9zb1RaKABS1wAL7PzRZ-dJhiuVnw4MnVxdvr1GpMQXJGWfeMM7z2vQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bWDJA302DD50UiDXc-rAqlP-3cprtGeDIZl98PRrYYv7mHwl9XYGBFSAc2o0iTUqjNldmzrWUq_x8c93KLBPtR79B9QeZ9U-517TM4viT-ffT5T_MQ9XPD2SI36tBkhrDRVH9zb1RaKABS1wAL7PzRZ-dJhiuVnw4MnVxdvr1GpMQXJGWfeMM7z2vQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHtPgSW-yQnyDyeFqIXjFCdz1LMYHelnAFbGMi5dkkqP0RsXuxboP3d0gdcdUgaDV-RwS_4hXOJkJW6qbo0Y94VizPnPZo7xn8Sy32b5bblG1SCH8SXab77ptJO7gJlIj5TGuOSKGLIxyLyVHtX5-ImIuLw1KbueIPZ9ZOefehbkbJRQmEFLfOsfFcA/s1000/Molly%20AAB5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHtPgSW-yQnyDyeFqIXjFCdz1LMYHelnAFbGMi5dkkqP0RsXuxboP3d0gdcdUgaDV-RwS_4hXOJkJW6qbo0Y94VizPnPZo7xn8Sy32b5bblG1SCH8SXab77ptJO7gJlIj5TGuOSKGLIxyLyVHtX5-ImIuLw1KbueIPZ9ZOefehbkbJRQmEFLfOsfFcA/w484-h640/Molly%20AAB5.png" width="484" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="line-height: 125%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Living in the shadow of an older...
prettier... skinnier sister has taught Molly Richardson three very important
lessons. <b>Don’t give up</b>... ever. Even when the odds are stacked against
you. <b>Love yourself</b>, no</span><span lang="EN-CA"> matter what. <b>Maintain your faith</b>, even in the face of adversity.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA">Molly has
always been at the back of the bridesmaid pack. Now, it’s her turn to shine as
Jenna’s Maid of Honor. The only glitch to what should be a perfect day was
having to share the dais with the best man, Andrew Temple, </span><span style="line-height: 125%;">the developer trying to buy
the entire block of properties and put <i>Molly's Koffee Klatch</i> out of
business.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Andrew
(Drew) Temple has never had a problem convincing people to sell to him, to cash
in on a very lucrative offer. That is, until he runs into a cute spitfire named
Molly, who refuses to give up her prime location for his next development
venture. What’s worse, is he has to play nice with her for an entire day and
evening as best man at his lifelong friend’s wedding.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Will
playing nice be his downfall? And why, of all the women that have come and gone
through his life, does this one get under his skin?</p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BS1MRK6W " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIE8wyFSMhIrLTvA_59MA48diZjrgFqWxJPioFg6ULov3W52A3gM50Q2Wldp6fd20ZEzH8ivZqyWwpYl4Jz-6cUzF3NGNGBO4LUeyJpC8fo9BKJ5Q5GrDXJfIZTRj_IseRBpgBh0aK2SzShHcp-VxhVKNu7Mucx7KewduG7t2RblbQpFRMt4tbdzbYg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIE8wyFSMhIrLTvA_59MA48diZjrgFqWxJPioFg6ULov3W52A3gM50Q2Wldp6fd20ZEzH8ivZqyWwpYl4Jz-6cUzF3NGNGBO4LUeyJpC8fo9BKJ5Q5GrDXJfIZTRj_IseRBpgBh0aK2SzShHcp-VxhVKNu7Mucx7KewduG7t2RblbQpFRMt4tbdzbYg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Law Offices of Masters & Miller</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Mid-April</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">“No!” Molly Richardson slammed
her hand against the top of the conference room table. “Mr. Miller, you were
supposed to be designing a cooperative agreement for us, not shilling for some
big-city investor who wants to buy our block.”</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">“Be reasonable, Molly,” Abe
Miller urged. “You and Ted Riley are the only ones still holding out. It’s a
great deal.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP2Y9QdMOTazEO5ma5_PeQwKOfvOVyzkG2BMZ8eJQ5KbuTeqQhHQv6fTrY5E-eTEwQY4HX38BW8oRX4EDBJQkDVC7rdab9sgAcp-Yl-nnQ3SIicZTX56yyrSDO0PJLSrlvdSOFkEQ4-OesvqMxfUA2ZMS5xAZjGCiFtOt5KftGrzCyuRm0mj4Frxmr2w/s1080/Molly%20Meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP2Y9QdMOTazEO5ma5_PeQwKOfvOVyzkG2BMZ8eJQ5KbuTeqQhHQv6fTrY5E-eTEwQY4HX38BW8oRX4EDBJQkDVC7rdab9sgAcp-Yl-nnQ3SIicZTX56yyrSDO0PJLSrlvdSOFkEQ4-OesvqMxfUA2ZMS5xAZjGCiFtOt5KftGrzCyuRm0mj4Frxmr2w/s320/Molly%20Meme.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>“I’ve spent the last two years
refurbishing my coffee shop,” she reminded the handful of men and women
circling the table. “The whole idea was to rebuild the neighborhood the same
way the homeowners have in the surrounding blocks. If they’d wanted to live
next to a high-rise condo, or strip mall, they would have stayed on the other
side of the city.”<o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">“True,” Ted agreed. “I’m with
Molly on this. If we give in and sell to this investment company, we’ll be
turning our backs on our regular customers.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">“Easy enough for you two
younguns to say,” Melvin Tucker spoke up. “You’re not pushing seventy and
looking forward to retiring. The offer that investor fellow made on my corner
spot will allow Maisie and me to travel and enjoy our retirement.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">Molly hated herself for putting
a damper on the Tuckers’ plans... plans they didn’t have until Temple
Investments came knocking a little over a month ago. Yet, she couldn’t bring
herself to sell-out on all she’d worked for these past few years.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">“Maybe you could find a buyer
for your business, rather than sell out like this,” Molly suggested.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">Melvin shook his head, his
overly-long salt and pepper hair flying in the wake. “Nobody’s buying old-fashioned
hardware stores anymore, Molly. Those big box stores have all but replaced our
ability to sell pricier items like appliances. Now, all we’re good for is nuts
and bolts, and a half-dozen screws.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">“Same with my knitting shop,”
Elvira Simmons said. “Nobody knits anymore... except those who are old enough
to be <i>my</i> mother and, believe me,
that’s old.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">“That’s not true,” Molly argued
half-heartedly. “I still knit.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">“And yet you’ve not set foot in
my store in months,” Elvira pointed out.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">“Okay,” Molly conceded, “maybe
I’ve not had time to finish my current project. That doesn’t mean I won’t be
back for more supplies. And, for the record, you’re not old. You’re seasoned.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">“Let’s face it, your fancy
coffee shop and Ted’s beauty salon are the only thriving businesses on this
wretched old block,” Maisie Tucker stated firmly. “Nobody wants our hardware,
or Elvira’s yarn, or any of the knickknacks in Prudy Rawling’s gift shop. The
butcher shop only gets business when Ralph runs a sale.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">“And when was the last time you
actually saw someone in the laundromat?” Elvira asked.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">“Most of us own our buildings
outright,” Ralph Simmons reminded them. “If we go along with the co-op plan,
it’s not going to improve our business, but cost us a monthly fee for maintenance
we’ve always done ourselves. No matter what Temple Investments offers us, it’s
all profit. And, right now, that offer is mighty generous. The longer we...
you... hold out, the more we stand to lose.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">Molly raised her head and
scanned the room, taking in the hopeful expressions on the faces of her
neighbors. Blowing out a breath, she told them, “I feel like Cruella Deville,
here.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">“The big honcho from Temple
Investments is due back in town next week,” Mr. Miller reminded them. “Maybe he
can do a better job of convincing all of you... maybe even sweeten the deal
over what his representative offered.” Consulting his notepad, the attorney
added, “We have five definite ‘yes’ votes, and two ‘no’ votes.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">“Definite ‘no’ votes," Ted
added.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">The attorney heaved a huge sigh.
“How about I set up an appointment with the two of you, and Mr. Temple for next
Friday? Let’s see if we can sort this out so the others can sign their deals.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">Molly pushed her chair back and
stood. “If you’ll excuse me. I’ve got to get back to the Koffee Klatch. Lunch
rush starts in an hour and I should probably try and make as much money as
possible, in the event I may have to move.”<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUjzW4LJduk8zYX4YhfNkY1aSe6-JEAf7jxZEn7Grm2UHCUlskbZf5E-7iN5aI7nAoPKer_YeOQJbebbpOqASbKuNde02np-zhxe5nn1jXrjuIdot6ohin5vXwKHumIbjzEIgWZ0nolphRK57wWpMUDiA6vr4fLz5-zeDFUPkkq9xKqDGiF61lvTKF4A/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUjzW4LJduk8zYX4YhfNkY1aSe6-JEAf7jxZEn7Grm2UHCUlskbZf5E-7iN5aI7nAoPKer_YeOQJbebbpOqASbKuNde02np-zhxe5nn1jXrjuIdot6ohin5vXwKHumIbjzEIgWZ0nolphRK57wWpMUDiA6vr4fLz5-zeDFUPkkq9xKqDGiF61lvTKF4A/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSDiIqB2i1vEVMXhsuMSBmpC83DrwaZKPOo_WYOSwFYKpIvdnV8gzxV73lzs1QWWWEmVLbfJ1Z8qukHKviOMaD4UfzDtnV98hJP_3SDO1iLsZ430BfGmZm18CY0DvhmASWWenAUihR2zX-dG7o3ZquVIKHvwXwy4S1kKrTudpwO0JRt2ZN3BWbE-SrA/s450/Nancy's%20Avatar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="436" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSDiIqB2i1vEVMXhsuMSBmpC83DrwaZKPOo_WYOSwFYKpIvdnV8gzxV73lzs1QWWWEmVLbfJ1Z8qukHKviOMaD4UfzDtnV98hJP_3SDO1iLsZ430BfGmZm18CY0DvhmASWWenAUihR2zX-dG7o3ZquVIKHvwXwy4S1kKrTudpwO0JRt2ZN3BWbE-SrA/w194-h200/Nancy's%20Avatar.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Nancy Fraser</b> a Top 100 best-selling and award-winning author. She is the 2022 winner of the <i><b>NEST</b> (National Excellence in Story Telling)</i> award for her western historical romance, <i>An Honorable Man for Katarina</i>.</div><div><br />She's also the granddaughter of a Methodist minister known for his fire-and-brimstone approach to his faith. Nancy has brought some of his spirit into her Christian romances. And, her own off-beat sense of humor to her clean & wholesome books.<br /><br />When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://romancesweetreads.blogspot.com/p/sweet-romance-from-author-nancy-fraser.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Nancy's Sweet Reads</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://facebook.com/nancyfraserauthor" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B09FTH655Z " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://bookbub.com/profile/nancy-fraser " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>BookBub</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://eepurl.com/bxkKvD" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Nancy's Newsletter Sign-Up</b></span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5Fs6A0KTqv34_t6ubveGuxTAkASHHjGtbe_PHkkZmZL6_mn6hwWuXusBqc3X839hAOsfwHof9yKojjtoGYqBHlIQg3oZHrUaOxVd7kmwnf8THO8G-sYfJXYSHZEMAzKGSakqW8VTqRGjE-KRzbJYu4gyQxi9bFYKaSG63XCaII4deyyy_EnPMwSoSg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5Fs6A0KTqv34_t6ubveGuxTAkASHHjGtbe_PHkkZmZL6_mn6hwWuXusBqc3X839hAOsfwHof9yKojjtoGYqBHlIQg3oZHrUaOxVd7kmwnf8THO8G-sYfJXYSHZEMAzKGSakqW8VTqRGjE-KRzbJYu4gyQxi9bFYKaSG63XCaII4deyyy_EnPMwSoSg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZP-Ze87HdwXYoWdBqgLr1KajOoFG1x8S_d5LhzakXRHQXupHKxXisH-snDJqf2gr0-PGKWdsPfzFTnBL6a235fxvQS0cMhbGMXcUBAefOg_F701BXZYFUyWNmYUTyLw7haW3O7p91eI4YiIe5Mt7BWERFmQz16aNzCLxQ_PVVbrhL9sgdM_z9swIktg/s1640/AAB%20Cover%20Shot.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZP-Ze87HdwXYoWdBqgLr1KajOoFG1x8S_d5LhzakXRHQXupHKxXisH-snDJqf2gr0-PGKWdsPfzFTnBL6a235fxvQS0cMhbGMXcUBAefOg_F701BXZYFUyWNmYUTyLw7haW3O7p91eI4YiIe5Mt7BWERFmQz16aNzCLxQ_PVVbrhL9sgdM_z9swIktg/w640-h334/AAB%20Cover%20Shot.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>You can find all 14 Bridesmaids exclusively on</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BSNLLJSX" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Kindle Unlimited</b></span></a><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you for stopping by today. Please come back again soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>Blessings,</div><div><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com0New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-4941524902514268352023-04-17T02:00:00.004-07:002023-04-17T02:00:00.156-07:00LOUISE (RESCUE ME ~ MAIL~ORDER BRIDES - Book 16) by Author SARAH LAMB *BOOK BIRTHDAY*<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6q_ljMkOmY5VSEQAUNF1QEXpd7KBfjFngI7yhknmSDg_3jmB4yAGcZyonXc_yVV3OnFx3Zm73f2sfhB3CaImxj8Ec5DfW7uX8bcl_KZSVkLINBszi_-ME6Xkede1WF0MV495vPv-1DVCiDrsruTUTo5rObp8VggwlvPYgY_tlpfuPC70WWN_xvTKYBA/s1640/BookBrushImage-2023-4-16-10-1747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6q_ljMkOmY5VSEQAUNF1QEXpd7KBfjFngI7yhknmSDg_3jmB4yAGcZyonXc_yVV3OnFx3Zm73f2sfhB3CaImxj8Ec5DfW7uX8bcl_KZSVkLINBszi_-ME6Xkede1WF0MV495vPv-1DVCiDrsruTUTo5rObp8VggwlvPYgY_tlpfuPC70WWN_xvTKYBA/w640-h334/BookBrushImage-2023-4-16-10-1747.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Welcome back to <b><i>Romance Sweet Reads</i></b>. Today we're going to continue with our feature of a new series of sweet/inspirational, western historical romances. The series, <b><i>RESCUE ME (Mail-Order Brides)</i></b> consists of twenty-five books, releasing once per week, every Monday. So, sit back and enjoy!</p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p>The sixteenth book in the <i><b>Rescue Me (Mail Order Brides)</b></i> series, is <span style="color: #45818e;"><b><i>Louise</i></b></span>, by Author <b>Sarah Lamb. </b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3td4pX2G_yLxP3h5zM4QzevhNxVeLqnbXlH8VThtdYNXS3FeroxQFaoomsqRu4vfeQ9zcwFF0GpHd6ATyyWlpwrCYneN6o9PE9Ex4jAQqZue-91DCg3J_RBlRRlMWajJ4NEzOCM8b8e_PbqbOub8zLhhl5MATgyt2IybzFzuGWznsdv2qcHTIXa3C7A/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3td4pX2G_yLxP3h5zM4QzevhNxVeLqnbXlH8VThtdYNXS3FeroxQFaoomsqRu4vfeQ9zcwFF0GpHd6ATyyWlpwrCYneN6o9PE9Ex4jAQqZue-91DCg3J_RBlRRlMWajJ4NEzOCM8b8e_PbqbOub8zLhhl5MATgyt2IybzFzuGWznsdv2qcHTIXa3C7A/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLBi5CfkBkJShR6pGRVEzabLrNpW1A0XKPLe2f_PxrhsaKMulCItogT4vUnEu1FsB4Wy14ZHrPDJSH5Z6kds23hZpl-kgmsrHjZk9Es3PhsS-L3KqFIMyVEAuwKXDSXoY6Dry1uXlOj9qAknUkxKQ2KJC8kKmjk7r5LEg_M_k2CgfaFb3Rmx2K5lLD3A/s1000/BookBrushImage81529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLBi5CfkBkJShR6pGRVEzabLrNpW1A0XKPLe2f_PxrhsaKMulCItogT4vUnEu1FsB4Wy14ZHrPDJSH5Z6kds23hZpl-kgmsrHjZk9Es3PhsS-L3KqFIMyVEAuwKXDSXoY6Dry1uXlOj9qAknUkxKQ2KJC8kKmjk7r5LEg_M_k2CgfaFb3Rmx2K5lLD3A/w484-h640/BookBrushImage81529.png" width="484" /></a></div>The night before her wedding and honeymoon on Titanic's maiden voyage, Louise discovers the man she was to marry is a hardened criminal. Desperate to escape and protect her younger sister, she does the only thing she can think of to hide—become a mail order bride and mother to two young children. Louise knows nothing of mothering or managing a home, and it’s sure to be the perfect cover.<br /><br />But when Louise arrives at her destination, she’s surprised to learn she’s not the only one with a secret. With peril surrounding them, will the man she’s supposed to marry help once he discovers her past and the danger she’s brought to his quiet life? Or will the secrets from his past return to hurt them both?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BJ9NXZWF" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiXOSknbyE3vgaYjcEwN1fa9H42d-pwQfYQBOYNifrgiVW0IKVrzjrGpI0HzddvnobMRDsbLzAngmhsn9cKi5kjUx4adnKLzkc4azU5-3QvPOOCdFy-DDY7Ebkm9OhlOPmWwxYp7__d_hW5yyGQqRzspI4S-girHuoPEiW16g3ce8JOTBoReGM8dpVw/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiXOSknbyE3vgaYjcEwN1fa9H42d-pwQfYQBOYNifrgiVW0IKVrzjrGpI0HzddvnobMRDsbLzAngmhsn9cKi5kjUx4adnKLzkc4azU5-3QvPOOCdFy-DDY7Ebkm9OhlOPmWwxYp7__d_hW5yyGQqRzspI4S-girHuoPEiW16g3ce8JOTBoReGM8dpVw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">“Louise, these children are dear to me. I also trust their instincts. As much as I need a mother for them, and you must need a marriage since you are here, I want you to know that until the preacher comes, you’re on a kind of probation.”</div><br /> “Probation?” Louise asked, raising her eyebrows in surprise. Did people do that?<br /><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJ040IlUyzEiUYsQ75PiO5OSLxwRrRGzvPXwxc_8PoiHn-YmsHR5zlG-zNZx6Z-e-JBH7aLzOaLH5bd4XaT2fUh2L2p-6O7FNRojijh1uIFDepSHrb58V59MYPtk3DJMhEH_-68ZWwNqpUnNwK4CrjyMVBao31nnTrn1Q1B0XAXUrzu4puOB3oUKdKQ/s1080/BookBrushImage-2023-4-16-10-1816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJ040IlUyzEiUYsQ75PiO5OSLxwRrRGzvPXwxc_8PoiHn-YmsHR5zlG-zNZx6Z-e-JBH7aLzOaLH5bd4XaT2fUh2L2p-6O7FNRojijh1uIFDepSHrb58V59MYPtk3DJMhEH_-68ZWwNqpUnNwK4CrjyMVBao31nnTrn1Q1B0XAXUrzu4puOB3oUKdKQ/s320/BookBrushImage-2023-4-16-10-1816.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>“That’s right.” Jake rubbed at the back of his head. “I need someone to care for them in case…” He stopped. “I need someone to care for them and love them.”<br /><br /> “What about you?” Louise asked, curious about his comment. “You don’t want a bride for…” her cheeks blazed and she glanced at her shoes.<br /><br /> There was a long silence and when she looked up, she was surprised to see Jake’s face was also heated. “I do want a bride,” he said, “but seeing those children are cared for is my first concern.”<br /><br /> “That’s very thoughtful and wonderful of you,” Louise said.<br /><br /> “No,” Jake said, and his face darkened. “It’s the right thing to do, because I’ve been selfish. I’m trying to make amends before it’s too late.”<br /><br /> Now it was Louise’s turn to search his face. “Selfish?” she asked. She could tell that Jake was struggling, wanting to say something, but he was preventing himself. Finally, he answered.<br /><br /> “We all have secrets,” he said with a tight smile. “It’s my experience that some mail-order brides have them as well.”<br /><br /> Louise sucked in her breath. Did he know? He didn’t seem to see her response though, as he continued, “I don’t know a lot about you yet, Miss…Louise. But I can tell you are a good woman.”<br /><br /> He turned and went down the stairs. Blinking a few times, Louise followed, a bit unsure what to make of the strange interaction. While it was true, she hadn’t known what to expect, a man with secrets of his own was unexpected.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPt4-Mu9yZNxuYmmP9iaqSWZ9jnHcLtli6E02BB82gCTqXysyD-pRo-Cu5TdfIgRXKwLW4u5dTTTCp_YA5IKdB-K1bdM5XVlBGkUgl1QyxI1GlUuIG3AnSDsBwcvE4bB7QTjban2c8ij88AUB4FO26i6bKaHO9ixYSsmxKOHw_td59kfqfhOL4NvsKw/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPt4-Mu9yZNxuYmmP9iaqSWZ9jnHcLtli6E02BB82gCTqXysyD-pRo-Cu5TdfIgRXKwLW4u5dTTTCp_YA5IKdB-K1bdM5XVlBGkUgl1QyxI1GlUuIG3AnSDsBwcvE4bB7QTjban2c8ij88AUB4FO26i6bKaHO9ixYSsmxKOHw_td59kfqfhOL4NvsKw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4mOW7bfe8cMTqA03OLXVXNB-EYyvDiGRBjiBydP3QaaMhQ6-XS04WmGbQOCI5gL8ONKul-AyoCqAdsUsU226RqtKD9S4TxImv61MVbRIq4FGob1U19VpLSUcVXiCKVa12sJEWyruEfip8ZjM8gjB4NrKnUmbNZD6I_L_vjeyle63cDAXzwDO6Dc0kw/s6720/Author%20Bio%20Photo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4480" data-original-width="6720" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4mOW7bfe8cMTqA03OLXVXNB-EYyvDiGRBjiBydP3QaaMhQ6-XS04WmGbQOCI5gL8ONKul-AyoCqAdsUsU226RqtKD9S4TxImv61MVbRIq4FGob1U19VpLSUcVXiCKVa12sJEWyruEfip8ZjM8gjB4NrKnUmbNZD6I_L_vjeyle63cDAXzwDO6Dc0kw/w320-h213/Author%20Bio%20Photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Sarah Lamb is the mother of two boys and wife to a teacher. 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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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire Rescue Me ~ Mail-Order Brides series exclusively on</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BKLNTH1N" target="_blank"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Thank you for stopping by. I hope to see you again soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com1New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-31034147533930527092023-04-10T03:00:00.000-07:002023-04-10T03:00:00.143-07:00LUELLA (RESCUE ME ~ MAIL~ORDER BRIDES - Book 15) by Author P. CREEDEN *BOOK BIRTHDAY*<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiguTC0QyGErb9t2uRHujQ5rO7gS_U_79fLNay5FKZspmk2Ugqif-ehyTk6oRBhIEFqlCzQV3xuW8vvQ52WyUUanREAwxWUpZdReFoSgoLMVB8yWptIYA2zauxQnzmscMADs92Jqp6sRAHjGjrflSaWIqomRjjJz8qyQU_cfYlbTAVp3RjiMPKihZ6R7g/s1640/BookBrushImage-2023-4-10-0-4548.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiguTC0QyGErb9t2uRHujQ5rO7gS_U_79fLNay5FKZspmk2Ugqif-ehyTk6oRBhIEFqlCzQV3xuW8vvQ52WyUUanREAwxWUpZdReFoSgoLMVB8yWptIYA2zauxQnzmscMADs92Jqp6sRAHjGjrflSaWIqomRjjJz8qyQU_cfYlbTAVp3RjiMPKihZ6R7g/w640-h334/BookBrushImage-2023-4-10-0-4548.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p>Welcome back to <b><i>Romance Sweet Reads</i></b>. Today we're going to continue with our feature of a new series of sweet/inspirational, western historical romances. The series, <b><i>RESCUE ME (Mail-Order Brides)</i></b> consists of twenty-five books, releasing once per week, every Monday. So, sit back and enjoy!</p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p>The fifteenth book in the <i><b>Rescue Me (Mail Order Brides)</b></i> series, is <span style="color: #45818e;"><b><i>Luella</i></b></span>, by Author <b>P. Creeden. </b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3td4pX2G_yLxP3h5zM4QzevhNxVeLqnbXlH8VThtdYNXS3FeroxQFaoomsqRu4vfeQ9zcwFF0GpHd6ATyyWlpwrCYneN6o9PE9Ex4jAQqZue-91DCg3J_RBlRRlMWajJ4NEzOCM8b8e_PbqbOub8zLhhl5MATgyt2IybzFzuGWznsdv2qcHTIXa3C7A/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3td4pX2G_yLxP3h5zM4QzevhNxVeLqnbXlH8VThtdYNXS3FeroxQFaoomsqRu4vfeQ9zcwFF0GpHd6ATyyWlpwrCYneN6o9PE9Ex4jAQqZue-91DCg3J_RBlRRlMWajJ4NEzOCM8b8e_PbqbOub8zLhhl5MATgyt2IybzFzuGWznsdv2qcHTIXa3C7A/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqq92lquTAuay_HHw6iX6nyBqEyYCfHThTnj7LO85fAKjl34e7db0n-QUenQl6_BFSz_kmFZhEsTL4aMpU22gFmYayfEBaK5-R3rm0zGDs15W2WIbKLj3iAC6FIdu0GED21tDAGWyQ6Ay-BKvvtkGvZULPQYytfZlY5Bom5eaEodNtQm7IKt-BU0flQ/s1000/BookBrushImage58986.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqq92lquTAuay_HHw6iX6nyBqEyYCfHThTnj7LO85fAKjl34e7db0n-QUenQl6_BFSz_kmFZhEsTL4aMpU22gFmYayfEBaK5-R3rm0zGDs15W2WIbKLj3iAC6FIdu0GED21tDAGWyQ6Ay-BKvvtkGvZULPQYytfZlY5Bom5eaEodNtQm7IKt-BU0flQ/w484-h640/BookBrushImage58986.png" width="484" /></a></div><i>What has possessed Luella to ever consider being a mail-order bride?</i><br /><br />In order to escape the abusive life she has in North Carolina, Luella Carter decides to answer an advertisement for a mail-order bride. The gentleman who placed the ad claims to only want companionship and help around the house, and does not need love, children, or other wifely duties. This seems to suit Luella just fine, but when she arrives, she wonders if this was all a big mistake.<br /><br />Cyrus Brady is the town's undertaker, and as such, he knows what it means to be an outcast. But his lonely life of solitude is horribly interrupted by his sister who takes it upon herself to advertise for a mail-order bride back east for him. Now a young woman has arrived, ready to become his bride, and Cyrus doesn't know if he's ready to become a husband.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BMGV9CYF" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8SyPaex_56-fHigozy0FIVZ9O3fcy1TfknuCWwupADGt7IMzDdw7EsBXP7EHPM9lKSHJeYl0Z5SWKirAiqh2iUt-iw6igV6MFmjxiOQENy8z6cNOVbtlWXYzVF3YXG80aAnFMUnOrQV6j0Q-Ycnmq2FLo-ABB771fVZstHwi6f94dEZhVy5nXAzWiLQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8SyPaex_56-fHigozy0FIVZ9O3fcy1TfknuCWwupADGt7IMzDdw7EsBXP7EHPM9lKSHJeYl0Z5SWKirAiqh2iUt-iw6igV6MFmjxiOQENy8z6cNOVbtlWXYzVF3YXG80aAnFMUnOrQV6j0Q-Ycnmq2FLo-ABB771fVZstHwi6f94dEZhVy5nXAzWiLQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><i>Chapter 1</i><br /><br />Luella Carter stood in the shadow of the chicken coop, gripping the handle of her egg basket so tightly that her fingers felt numb. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to silence the shouting that came from the house with the ringing of her ears, beating in time with her racing heart. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDVEopFIFDNU6Pn7fNjjLsLBpq-aM4Qw57yUtyyZeqt7ZFHUH1ink4OkCxBN_7HvEhlYmBE1-GpuQ8SCqQTEek2_mlgwo9QeYAT08dKTYrtBfnTkkt0RFTtcGUtszkSoY2F8sKaCoHPDsm04QPs2RV9IZmG-SPKnHDf4S_0IrEE809WA228fyUIMENA/s1080/BookBrushImage-2023-4-10-0-4839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDVEopFIFDNU6Pn7fNjjLsLBpq-aM4Qw57yUtyyZeqt7ZFHUH1ink4OkCxBN_7HvEhlYmBE1-GpuQ8SCqQTEek2_mlgwo9QeYAT08dKTYrtBfnTkkt0RFTtcGUtszkSoY2F8sKaCoHPDsm04QPs2RV9IZmG-SPKnHDf4S_0IrEE809WA228fyUIMENA/s320/BookBrushImage-2023-4-10-0-4839.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>“Luella!” her uncle shouted for her. <br /><br />But Luella didn’t move, she didn’t budge. She knew better by now. It wouldn’t matter. She’d get beaten harder if she went in the house now than she would if she just stayed away until things few calmer. Until her uncle sobered up and her aunt had smoothed things over. The two of them shouted at each other fiercely, and created a tempest that rivaled a cyclone. And though Uncle Thomas wouldn’t raise a hand to Aunt Mary, he didn’t hold back on Luella. <br /><br />“Luella!” he shouted again, his voice muffled a bit by distance. At least he seemed to be looking for her in the wrong direction. <br /><br />That made her let out a slow breath in relief. It had been five years since her parents had died and she’s been living with her aunt and uncle. They had two young children of their own who also never got the brunt of their father’s backhand. But for some reason, everyone seemed to think it was just fine to give Luella the short end of the stick.<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil31wWrHBFdUu1Bai0pMNpzWFkg4ybCmFKgiEAp2kQQli-sgcCSmYPiZz6RI6ZVCZAHZT1MyCY7TWAQ6yQWQNpQakLvuAo0RGxdl5duSry6SZuCa1uwd-mkdnykVlRHf7TSrBEeDGP7jY6VxKCRlsqe484fr-sRMnAoXexbdD3aX6rPyDqumOcaGAWAg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="color: #0000ee;" width="400" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1F2DaeGhq2tmapH8DIT_JB9PeS4w54OPUMKfo60VowmAYi8n82pKQiYq3wKv4M9T2cYXQghNf1XEs9UCdVzjHhMY9zX7m5Mz7QQXtoIVTOHgNlS4zJmdsrfCPpfX4UHFHRUWKoz1kwx0CVh7LD5PbcomKAbT_Z9cm0YTv7cMmJ43CjS92ybp--8izQ/s424/PCreeden%20pic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="424" data-original-width="300" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1F2DaeGhq2tmapH8DIT_JB9PeS4w54OPUMKfo60VowmAYi8n82pKQiYq3wKv4M9T2cYXQghNf1XEs9UCdVzjHhMY9zX7m5Mz7QQXtoIVTOHgNlS4zJmdsrfCPpfX4UHFHRUWKoz1kwx0CVh7LD5PbcomKAbT_Z9cm0YTv7cMmJ43CjS92ybp--8izQ/w141-h200/PCreeden%20pic.jpg" width="141" /></a></div>P. Creeden is the sweet romance and mystery pen name for USA Today Bestselling Author, Pauline Creeden. Her stories feature down-to-earth characters who often feel like they are undeserving of love for one reason or another and are surprised when love finds them.<br /><br />P. Creeden married her college sweetheart, who she also met at a horse farm. Together they raise a menagerie of animals and their one son, an avid reader, himself. Animals are the supporting characters of many of her stories, because they occupy her daily life on the farm, too. From dogs, cats, and goldfish to horses, chickens, and geckos -- she believes life around pets is so much better, even if they are fictional. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B077H3PCBN" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://subscribepage.com/pcreedenbooks" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Newsletter Sign Up</b></span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJnaa1-tROhwr3iy7wmvbaDwa6zK9VsEJb-G9clYJhAOkZZdGxAnj_eFVeYRX03OhkdJNffijFyzlGL01aRbQDe6kSv6AYE95RqlqeUKOVtl6rLWn0jgffsA15mT368KCqR-jnfLRV2v1xWfbYb2hVXcwunAQ6vJlFuHPfKjipv63WyGTgI9Kh71F1Xg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJnaa1-tROhwr3iy7wmvbaDwa6zK9VsEJb-G9clYJhAOkZZdGxAnj_eFVeYRX03OhkdJNffijFyzlGL01aRbQDe6kSv6AYE95RqlqeUKOVtl6rLWn0jgffsA15mT368KCqR-jnfLRV2v1xWfbYb2hVXcwunAQ6vJlFuHPfKjipv63WyGTgI9Kh71F1Xg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj0O45f2_5BnC3LPKsvp1301kJOo-fc19P-M_1OF59Zr91-wWStTFWHEHXnd-RO0zTEiEAXaF1ANwqzGAUtKAVraQ1rIrxgF-4HMr3pROBW1hINLn7rYSq4d1gDViitU6WadJQi0i69V0P8P1oaQgLmwBhfwojXZsdSF2eQNr8cSDrsLNAffutLTNDRg/s1640/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj0O45f2_5BnC3LPKsvp1301kJOo-fc19P-M_1OF59Zr91-wWStTFWHEHXnd-RO0zTEiEAXaF1ANwqzGAUtKAVraQ1rIrxgF-4HMr3pROBW1hINLn7rYSq4d1gDViitU6WadJQi0i69V0P8P1oaQgLmwBhfwojXZsdSF2eQNr8cSDrsLNAffutLTNDRg/w640-h334/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire Rescue Me ~ Mail-Order Brides series exclusively on</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BKLNTH1N" target="_blank"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Thank you for stopping by. I hope to see you again soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com0New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-79544488100384541682023-04-05T00:30:00.085-07:002023-04-05T00:30:00.156-07:00JENNA (Always a Bridesmaid - Book 1) by Author NANCY FRASER **Book Birthday**<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kMZy00yLZTLte9Ci6V7ZqicQNd8rul9erhEfgxMzD90LkOx-yusbxkxRX18drDGS27yHFXZaPjnpH2LV3RWJun68xAdTb6H7IHLSNQMMjRzwPxmhPeMs8KgTWoE0ZXQT23um9tO8kiZ6eR0F3MOz5VwqlqffYrLkZ0jkHHeBc6WKo_IwIybRih7iug/s1640/BookBrushImage-2023-4-2-23-3520.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kMZy00yLZTLte9Ci6V7ZqicQNd8rul9erhEfgxMzD90LkOx-yusbxkxRX18drDGS27yHFXZaPjnpH2LV3RWJun68xAdTb6H7IHLSNQMMjRzwPxmhPeMs8KgTWoE0ZXQT23um9tO8kiZ6eR0F3MOz5VwqlqffYrLkZ0jkHHeBc6WKo_IwIybRih7iug/w640-h334/BookBrushImage-2023-4-2-23-3520.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div>Welcome to <i>Romance Sweet Reads</i>. Today, we're featuring the first book in a new sweet contemporary romance series, <i>Always a Bridesmaid</i>. Fourteen inidividual books, all with feisty women who may... or may not... be looking for love.</div><div><br /></div><div>The first book out of the gate is <b><i>Jenna</i></b> by Author Nancy Fraser. Join us for a sneak peek.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bWDJA302DD50UiDXc-rAqlP-3cprtGeDIZl98PRrYYv7mHwl9XYGBFSAc2o0iTUqjNldmzrWUq_x8c93KLBPtR79B9QeZ9U-517TM4viT-ffT5T_MQ9XPD2SI36tBkhrDRVH9zb1RaKABS1wAL7PzRZ-dJhiuVnw4MnVxdvr1GpMQXJGWfeMM7z2vQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bWDJA302DD50UiDXc-rAqlP-3cprtGeDIZl98PRrYYv7mHwl9XYGBFSAc2o0iTUqjNldmzrWUq_x8c93KLBPtR79B9QeZ9U-517TM4viT-ffT5T_MQ9XPD2SI36tBkhrDRVH9zb1RaKABS1wAL7PzRZ-dJhiuVnw4MnVxdvr1GpMQXJGWfeMM7z2vQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtN7p7xuBIbDEhvGuI1V5OzTiMccTZ3ToBETrPPFQgZ0IfHloh56HSIvVdSx47EDC5NGEoGl5fsar3-zoSxP_k70Qn4_F8igAWvXRjfuzVhVYoPVnbcDBSEh3SMiQFfTi12O0SQg488wlNhiVKKkCq24ahvVHQ-OXNSX_5Dmf2oBnWuBL5Cq5bOtVZ5A/s1000/BookBrushImage26778.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtN7p7xuBIbDEhvGuI1V5OzTiMccTZ3ToBETrPPFQgZ0IfHloh56HSIvVdSx47EDC5NGEoGl5fsar3-zoSxP_k70Qn4_F8igAWvXRjfuzVhVYoPVnbcDBSEh3SMiQFfTi12O0SQg488wlNhiVKKkCq24ahvVHQ-OXNSX_5Dmf2oBnWuBL5Cq5bOtVZ5A/w484-h640/BookBrushImage26778.png" width="484" /></a></div>Another day, another invite to serve as Maid of Honor at one of her sorority sisters’ weddings. Who knew she had so many friends chomping at the bit to get married? <br /><br />Professor Jenna Richardson is half-tempted to apply for a teaching position all the way across the country in an effort to get out of the bridesmaid spin cycle. The only things holding her back is the fact she slid haphazardly across the big 3-0 on her last birthday, and certain tenure is only months away. <br /><br />Oh... and then there’s him. Elliott Maxwell, this year’s Writer-in-Residence. New York Times bestselling author, screenwriter, major pain in the rump who has all the department’s admins running around catering to his every whim. <br /><br />Still, Jenna finds herself more than a little intrigued. <br /><br />Elliott took this gig as Writer-in-Residence to—hopefully—jump start his writing mojo. The adage, ‘you’re only as good as your last’ is weighing heavily on his mind, and interrupting his muse. That, and the saucy, sexy English Professor in the office next door. She gets his ‘other’ mojo going with little more than a casual toss of her long, blonde hair. Or, the way she does her best to hide her beautiful smile. <br /><br />Will their close proximity write them both a new chapter? Or, is their fledgling friendship destined for the bargain bin?<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Jenna-Always-Bridesmaid-Book-1-ebook/dp/B0BS1PNM3P" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIE8wyFSMhIrLTvA_59MA48diZjrgFqWxJPioFg6ULov3W52A3gM50Q2Wldp6fd20ZEzH8ivZqyWwpYl4Jz-6cUzF3NGNGBO4LUeyJpC8fo9BKJ5Q5GrDXJfIZTRj_IseRBpgBh0aK2SzShHcp-VxhVKNu7Mucx7KewduG7t2RblbQpFRMt4tbdzbYg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIE8wyFSMhIrLTvA_59MA48diZjrgFqWxJPioFg6ULov3W52A3gM50Q2Wldp6fd20ZEzH8ivZqyWwpYl4Jz-6cUzF3NGNGBO4LUeyJpC8fo9BKJ5Q5GrDXJfIZTRj_IseRBpgBh0aK2SzShHcp-VxhVKNu7Mucx7KewduG7t2RblbQpFRMt4tbdzbYg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><i>University of California Merced Campus <br />Spring Semester <br />Late January</i></div><br />Professor Jenna Richardson slid the portfolio into her briefcase, and reached for her jacket. She’d promised her sister they’d meet for pizza at the new spot a few blocks from Molly’s Koffee Klatch. Given she’d canceled twice in the past few weeks when she found herself buried in exams, Jenna was determined to keep their date. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYbgXtYCUdNxsnz7Dlt1udpBwr1n8ukaBNEzp16Cvl0GiXrWyisJCnBpXnEjv5x1OLGSN6Y5Mt71bDBulu5LK0wPDi2WrsN14y-kZsEBv-vnxaH5FRgkGU-4lQzLOlh7BFtJok8SgV7jOzhFLfdMjZXMiGFOorI7H5NBiw7dPMMnW4yLBSkNccuecrCQ/s1080/Jenna%20BB%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYbgXtYCUdNxsnz7Dlt1udpBwr1n8ukaBNEzp16Cvl0GiXrWyisJCnBpXnEjv5x1OLGSN6Y5Mt71bDBulu5LK0wPDi2WrsN14y-kZsEBv-vnxaH5FRgkGU-4lQzLOlh7BFtJok8SgV7jOzhFLfdMjZXMiGFOorI7H5NBiw7dPMMnW4yLBSkNccuecrCQ/s320/Jenna%20BB%201.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>She’d nearly made it halfway down the corridor, when the familiar voice of Minnie Dawson, her admin assistant, called out to her. “Jenna, are you coming to the reading? The students are filing in. We need to hurry if we’re going to get a good seat.” <br /><br />Jenna gave a quick shake of her head, and halted her getaway long enough to say, “No, not tonight. I’ve got other plans.” <br /><br />“I thought Dean Strothers made it mandatory,” Minnie reminded her. “You know, welcome the new Writer-in-Residence, and all that.” <br /><br />“Believe me, I’m low on the Dean’s list of important people. I doubt he’ll even realize I’m missing.” <br /><br />“What do you mean? You’re in line for tenure by the fall semester. I’m sure he’ll notice.” <br /><br />“That’s a chance I’ll have to take,” Jenna insisted. “I’m not breaking another date.” <br /><br />“Ooo,” Minnie cooed. “Anyone I know? More importantly... is he gorgeous?” <br /><br />“Yes, you know her, and yes, she’s gorgeous.” <br /><br />Minnie released an exaggerated sigh. “You’re going out with your sister again, aren’t you? I swear, you two are destined to grow old together, in a rickety old house, with two dozen cats, and not a viable man in sight.” <br /><br />“Molly’s allergic,” Jenna stated simply before making her escape through the side door leading to the quad. <br /><br />Thankfully, the drive to the Pizza Palace was short, giving her little time to dwell on her decision to skip tonight’s welcoming festivities. The lecture hall was sure to be full, and the wine and cheese reception following just as crowded. Nobody, other than Minnie, would realize she was MIA.<div><i></i></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUjzW4LJduk8zYX4YhfNkY1aSe6-JEAf7jxZEn7Grm2UHCUlskbZf5E-7iN5aI7nAoPKer_YeOQJbebbpOqASbKuNde02np-zhxe5nn1jXrjuIdot6ohin5vXwKHumIbjzEIgWZ0nolphRK57wWpMUDiA6vr4fLz5-zeDFUPkkq9xKqDGiF61lvTKF4A/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUjzW4LJduk8zYX4YhfNkY1aSe6-JEAf7jxZEn7Grm2UHCUlskbZf5E-7iN5aI7nAoPKer_YeOQJbebbpOqASbKuNde02np-zhxe5nn1jXrjuIdot6ohin5vXwKHumIbjzEIgWZ0nolphRK57wWpMUDiA6vr4fLz5-zeDFUPkkq9xKqDGiF61lvTKF4A/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSDiIqB2i1vEVMXhsuMSBmpC83DrwaZKPOo_WYOSwFYKpIvdnV8gzxV73lzs1QWWWEmVLbfJ1Z8qukHKviOMaD4UfzDtnV98hJP_3SDO1iLsZ430BfGmZm18CY0DvhmASWWenAUihR2zX-dG7o3ZquVIKHvwXwy4S1kKrTudpwO0JRt2ZN3BWbE-SrA/s450/Nancy's%20Avatar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="436" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSDiIqB2i1vEVMXhsuMSBmpC83DrwaZKPOo_WYOSwFYKpIvdnV8gzxV73lzs1QWWWEmVLbfJ1Z8qukHKviOMaD4UfzDtnV98hJP_3SDO1iLsZ430BfGmZm18CY0DvhmASWWenAUihR2zX-dG7o3ZquVIKHvwXwy4S1kKrTudpwO0JRt2ZN3BWbE-SrA/w194-h200/Nancy's%20Avatar.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Nancy Fraser</b> a Top 100 best-selling and award-winning author. She is the 2022 winner of the <i><b>NEST</b> (National Excellence in Story Telling)</i> award for her western historical romance, <i>An Honorable Man for Katarina</i>.</div><div><br />She's also the granddaughter of a Methodist minister known for his fire-and-brimstone approach to his faith. Nancy has brought some of his spirit into her Christian romances. And, her own off-beat sense of humor to her clean & wholesome books.<br /><br />When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://romancesweetreads.blogspot.com/p/sweet-romance-from-author-nancy-fraser.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Nancy's Sweet Reads</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://facebook.com/nancyfraserauthor" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B09FTH655Z " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://bookbub.com/profile/nancy-fraser " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>BookBub</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://eepurl.com/bxkKvD" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Nancy's Newsletter Sign-Up</b></span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5Fs6A0KTqv34_t6ubveGuxTAkASHHjGtbe_PHkkZmZL6_mn6hwWuXusBqc3X839hAOsfwHof9yKojjtoGYqBHlIQg3oZHrUaOxVd7kmwnf8THO8G-sYfJXYSHZEMAzKGSakqW8VTqRGjE-KRzbJYu4gyQxi9bFYKaSG63XCaII4deyyy_EnPMwSoSg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5Fs6A0KTqv34_t6ubveGuxTAkASHHjGtbe_PHkkZmZL6_mn6hwWuXusBqc3X839hAOsfwHof9yKojjtoGYqBHlIQg3oZHrUaOxVd7kmwnf8THO8G-sYfJXYSHZEMAzKGSakqW8VTqRGjE-KRzbJYu4gyQxi9bFYKaSG63XCaII4deyyy_EnPMwSoSg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZP-Ze87HdwXYoWdBqgLr1KajOoFG1x8S_d5LhzakXRHQXupHKxXisH-snDJqf2gr0-PGKWdsPfzFTnBL6a235fxvQS0cMhbGMXcUBAefOg_F701BXZYFUyWNmYUTyLw7haW3O7p91eI4YiIe5Mt7BWERFmQz16aNzCLxQ_PVVbrhL9sgdM_z9swIktg/s1640/AAB%20Cover%20Shot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZP-Ze87HdwXYoWdBqgLr1KajOoFG1x8S_d5LhzakXRHQXupHKxXisH-snDJqf2gr0-PGKWdsPfzFTnBL6a235fxvQS0cMhbGMXcUBAefOg_F701BXZYFUyWNmYUTyLw7haW3O7p91eI4YiIe5Mt7BWERFmQz16aNzCLxQ_PVVbrhL9sgdM_z9swIktg/w640-h334/AAB%20Cover%20Shot.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>You can find all 14 Bridesmaids exclusively on</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BSNLLJSX" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Kindle Unlimited</b></span></a><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thank you for stopping by today. Please come back again soon.<div><br /></div><div>Blessings,</div><div><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com3New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-85446061803513606262023-04-03T02:30:00.004-07:002023-04-03T02:30:00.141-07:00TREISE (RESCUE ME ~ MAIL~ORDER BRIDES - Book 14) by Author LINDA CARROLL-BRADD *BOOK BIRTHDAY*<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnS6LEOAxI4WTssawFtl1LT5zLL6HTX-QCXoYhsRHL-C__hdS6uxej1WcxfKcfMuZfmVGDHWqQnG7H6UbiZIK5tImlzCJjnjVmU_Sh7-Nmd0Rn59LQQyktfOW2qA53CdoNW-zcgiHQ5p2cOvxq357metLrKC8zlvFgul5TGJRhHuibAnXdzyUtMIpaw/s1640/Treise%20BB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnS6LEOAxI4WTssawFtl1LT5zLL6HTX-QCXoYhsRHL-C__hdS6uxej1WcxfKcfMuZfmVGDHWqQnG7H6UbiZIK5tImlzCJjnjVmU_Sh7-Nmd0Rn59LQQyktfOW2qA53CdoNW-zcgiHQ5p2cOvxq357metLrKC8zlvFgul5TGJRhHuibAnXdzyUtMIpaw/w640-h334/Treise%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Welcome back to <b><i>Romance Sweet Reads</i></b>. Today we're going to continue with our feature of a new series of sweet/inspirational, western historical romances. The series, <b><i>RESCUE ME (Mail-Order Brides)</i></b> consists of twenty-five books, releasing once per week, every Monday. So, sit back and enjoy!</p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p>The fourteenth book in the <i><b>Rescue Me (Mail Order Brides)</b></i> series, is <span style="color: #45818e;"><b><i>Treise</i></b></span>, by Author <b>Linda Carroll-Bradd. </b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3td4pX2G_yLxP3h5zM4QzevhNxVeLqnbXlH8VThtdYNXS3FeroxQFaoomsqRu4vfeQ9zcwFF0GpHd6ATyyWlpwrCYneN6o9PE9Ex4jAQqZue-91DCg3J_RBlRRlMWajJ4NEzOCM8b8e_PbqbOub8zLhhl5MATgyt2IybzFzuGWznsdv2qcHTIXa3C7A/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3td4pX2G_yLxP3h5zM4QzevhNxVeLqnbXlH8VThtdYNXS3FeroxQFaoomsqRu4vfeQ9zcwFF0GpHd6ATyyWlpwrCYneN6o9PE9Ex4jAQqZue-91DCg3J_RBlRRlMWajJ4NEzOCM8b8e_PbqbOub8zLhhl5MATgyt2IybzFzuGWznsdv2qcHTIXa3C7A/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv3Cjt9u7cIXRCqR2PdxzW63F3o76C-5baiTFrRMwbk79J3ITSliim9sT-edqo2UzRIvp8gtqU1D6FHiI3KLm5Bv4HpuUBu2ytFco9rJXjMm_hnRP7hiciMQhzQ7UulVd__DYln-vRuLrJEb89vvF-6rQfnzu7P7kPMksO0032ZRKFVwVRdD8HKdvpaw/s1000/Treise%20Frame.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv3Cjt9u7cIXRCqR2PdxzW63F3o76C-5baiTFrRMwbk79J3ITSliim9sT-edqo2UzRIvp8gtqU1D6FHiI3KLm5Bv4HpuUBu2ytFco9rJXjMm_hnRP7hiciMQhzQ7UulVd__DYln-vRuLrJEb89vvF-6rQfnzu7P7kPMksO0032ZRKFVwVRdD8HKdvpaw/w484-h640/Treise%20Frame.png" width="484" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Printer’s assistant Treise O’Hara works with her father who runs a small-circulation newspaper but wishes she could be a reporter investigating stories. Her father, Mahon, publishes a controversial op-ed about an unscrupulous business owner in Chicago. The newspaper office is invaded, and equipment is broken. Mahon is beaten and carted away. Hiding, Treise witnesses the attack and recognizes the thugs and who their boss is. She overhears their intention to bury him so she’s forced to go into hiding across town and stays in her cousin, Eveleen’s, room where she works as a maid. The women make a plan to answer ads for mail-order brides in a small city. Thinking her father is dead, Treise is counting on disappearing behind a new last name.<br /><br />Sheriff Paxon Waldemarr works hard to keep the lawless element in Laramie City, Wyoming Territory, under control. His brother and sis-in-law were killed in a robbery, leaving a five-year-old daughter in Paxon’s care. He runs an ad for a mail-order bride, hoping for someone to care for his niece and maintain a household. His work life is hectic, and he wants calm at home. What he doesn’t expect is a determined suffragette intent on securing the vote for women in the new government. If her actions reflect on his career, how will their marriage survive?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BLT7PG7K" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8SyPaex_56-fHigozy0FIVZ9O3fcy1TfknuCWwupADGt7IMzDdw7EsBXP7EHPM9lKSHJeYl0Z5SWKirAiqh2iUt-iw6igV6MFmjxiOQENy8z6cNOVbtlWXYzVF3YXG80aAnFMUnOrQV6j0Q-Ycnmq2FLo-ABB771fVZstHwi6f94dEZhVy5nXAzWiLQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8SyPaex_56-fHigozy0FIVZ9O3fcy1TfknuCWwupADGt7IMzDdw7EsBXP7EHPM9lKSHJeYl0Z5SWKirAiqh2iUt-iw6igV6MFmjxiOQENy8z6cNOVbtlWXYzVF3YXG80aAnFMUnOrQV6j0Q-Ycnmq2FLo-ABB771fVZstHwi6f94dEZhVy5nXAzWiLQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />“Mister Waldemarr?” Was this handsome man who she’d come to marry? <br /><br />“We’re past the formalities. Please call me Paxon.” He stepped forward, then leaned close to brush a kiss on her cheek. <br /><br />The gesture shocked her into silence. For a moment, she smelled cold air and something herbal. But the brush of beard stubble felt intimate, somehow. “All right, Paxon. And I’m Treise.” <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOirnKtwAV0pLfUsltmv23K-DmBLJ7uCPhFW9YxERBYVCV74oXmndLasE8gdDT6XiHeCYJamSaHZDZiSqTgVpKf89Z0MJgv__uIAmp9ZrRhNXhLXsW4QAC33GwFwXAGG7zn5ZtoNgYuDNoKMYeJ3EYs_Pnknai-AEOM0EFwpo9Q8e-zQBgJEooTIRM_A/s1080/Treise%20Meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOirnKtwAV0pLfUsltmv23K-DmBLJ7uCPhFW9YxERBYVCV74oXmndLasE8gdDT6XiHeCYJamSaHZDZiSqTgVpKf89Z0MJgv__uIAmp9ZrRhNXhLXsW4QAC33GwFwXAGG7zn5ZtoNgYuDNoKMYeJ3EYs_Pnknai-AEOM0EFwpo9Q8e-zQBgJEooTIRM_A/s320/Treise%20Meme.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>“How was your trip?” He bent over to collect the bags. <br /><br />The man had eyes of crystal blue like a frozen lake. “Long. The last several hours were downright cold.” <br /><br />“Right. Welcome to Wyoming Territory.” He straightened, and his jacket fell open, exposing a black tailored shirt with a short, stand-up collar and matching waistcoat. <br /><br />A glint of light flashed from a metal star pinned to his shirt. “Yer a lawman?” <br /><br />Other conversations ceased. <br /><br />After a stare around the room, Paxon transferred the bags to his right hand and cupped her elbow with his left. “Let’s go through to the hotel.” <br /><br />Planting her feet, she straightened her spine. “I beg yer pardon?” The moment the question was spoken, she realized how much hadn’t been discussed about this arrangement. He might be a handsome devil with his Black Irish looks, but she didn’t travel across the country to toss aside her morals. <br /><br />“Miss O’Hara, I wish for us to have a private conversation. The hotel lobby or the restaurant offers such a place.” <br /><br />His whispered words blew warm breath against her temple, and she wanted to lean closer. Tilting back her head, she met his gaze, looking for a sign he intended anything except what he said. “Right ye are.” After two steps, she pulled away and spun toward the exit. “Me crate. I’ve got to claim it.” <br /><br />“Crate? Do you mean you have a trunk?” <br /><br />“Nay. A wooden crate. ’Tis marked with yer name and address.” A broad hand landed on her shoulder. <br /><br />“I’ll claim the crate.” Looking up, he crooked his fingers in a beckoning signal. “Deputy Petrov, here, will escort you inside the hotel.” <br /><br />Treise glanced at the muscled man with blond-brown hair who stepped close. She nodded, then watched over her shoulder as Paxon strode from the depot. Lordy be, she had not counted on such a man as him needing to place an ad in a matrimonial newspaper. A thrill went through her body. Maybe this decision would turn into an adventure.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil31wWrHBFdUu1Bai0pMNpzWFkg4ybCmFKgiEAp2kQQli-sgcCSmYPiZz6RI6ZVCZAHZT1MyCY7TWAQ6yQWQNpQakLvuAo0RGxdl5duSry6SZuCa1uwd-mkdnykVlRHf7TSrBEeDGP7jY6VxKCRlsqe484fr-sRMnAoXexbdD3aX6rPyDqumOcaGAWAg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil31wWrHBFdUu1Bai0pMNpzWFkg4ybCmFKgiEAp2kQQli-sgcCSmYPiZz6RI6ZVCZAHZT1MyCY7TWAQ6yQWQNpQakLvuAo0RGxdl5duSry6SZuCa1uwd-mkdnykVlRHf7TSrBEeDGP7jY6VxKCRlsqe484fr-sRMnAoXexbdD3aX6rPyDqumOcaGAWAg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_lbrYv6FOYM1yOsL3FBwMs4_qLXnnhkCVTu0A1DNJUr-xTdH83SoqkEtJGkFqwaJyIU1xVka9HaH3P5NmlWVymOxygxana_fixoPoZ1Fh-pJvDJDJYWo-qrJvYA6dDDzVaqb_nQFoqtRHKzt8IcErlBnHmrXkLE_XkI1c4ATIobV1cKY-_uDqjRGXA/s200/Linda%20Carroll%20Bradd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_lbrYv6FOYM1yOsL3FBwMs4_qLXnnhkCVTu0A1DNJUr-xTdH83SoqkEtJGkFqwaJyIU1xVka9HaH3P5NmlWVymOxygxana_fixoPoZ1Fh-pJvDJDJYWo-qrJvYA6dDDzVaqb_nQFoqtRHKzt8IcErlBnHmrXkLE_XkI1c4ATIobV1cKY-_uDqjRGXA/s1600/Linda%20Carroll%20Bradd.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />As a young girl, I spent lots of my free time lying on my bed reading about fascinating characters having exciting adventures in places far away and in other time periods. In later years, I discovered and devoured family saga stories and romance novels. At a certain point, I grew cocky enough to think I could write one of these stories. Then I learned what a balancing act writing a novel is, but I wasn’t deterred. Twelve years later, my first fiction sale was achieved--a confession story.<br /><br />After reading Debra Holland’s “Montana Sky” series and Caroline Fyffe’s “Prairie Hearts” series, I wanted to try my hand at historicals. I was thrilled to be invited to contribute to Sweetwater Springs Christmas and continued writing in the Montana Sky world by developing my Entertainers of the West series.<br /><br />Married with 4 adult children and 2 granddaughters, I now write heartwarming contemporary and historical stories with a touch of humor and a bit of sass from my home in the southern California mountains. Lots of my stories are set in Texas where I lived for a dozen years.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://lindacarroll-bradd.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Linda's Website</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Linda-Carroll-Bradd-author-440814942635289/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Linda-Carroll-Bradd/e/B009B44XDG" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1806413.Linda_Carroll_Bradd " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Goodreads</b></span></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJnaa1-tROhwr3iy7wmvbaDwa6zK9VsEJb-G9clYJhAOkZZdGxAnj_eFVeYRX03OhkdJNffijFyzlGL01aRbQDe6kSv6AYE95RqlqeUKOVtl6rLWn0jgffsA15mT368KCqR-jnfLRV2v1xWfbYb2hVXcwunAQ6vJlFuHPfKjipv63WyGTgI9Kh71F1Xg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJnaa1-tROhwr3iy7wmvbaDwa6zK9VsEJb-G9clYJhAOkZZdGxAnj_eFVeYRX03OhkdJNffijFyzlGL01aRbQDe6kSv6AYE95RqlqeUKOVtl6rLWn0jgffsA15mT368KCqR-jnfLRV2v1xWfbYb2hVXcwunAQ6vJlFuHPfKjipv63WyGTgI9Kh71F1Xg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj0O45f2_5BnC3LPKsvp1301kJOo-fc19P-M_1OF59Zr91-wWStTFWHEHXnd-RO0zTEiEAXaF1ANwqzGAUtKAVraQ1rIrxgF-4HMr3pROBW1hINLn7rYSq4d1gDViitU6WadJQi0i69V0P8P1oaQgLmwBhfwojXZsdSF2eQNr8cSDrsLNAffutLTNDRg/s1640/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj0O45f2_5BnC3LPKsvp1301kJOo-fc19P-M_1OF59Zr91-wWStTFWHEHXnd-RO0zTEiEAXaF1ANwqzGAUtKAVraQ1rIrxgF-4HMr3pROBW1hINLn7rYSq4d1gDViitU6WadJQi0i69V0P8P1oaQgLmwBhfwojXZsdSF2eQNr8cSDrsLNAffutLTNDRg/w640-h334/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire Rescue Me ~ Mail-Order Brides series exclusively on</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BKLNTH1N" target="_blank"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Thank you for stopping by. I hope to see you again soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com4New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-58375606376096327472023-03-26T22:00:00.004-07:002023-03-26T22:00:00.140-07:00MABEL (RESCUE ME ~ MAIL~ORDER BRIDES - Book 13) by Author CHERYL WRIGHT *BOOK BIRTHDAY*<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEu7WS75R6DdnIQh2c2WMGKWJnTcALAclbyzTQzwBGCgrn80CC6Moc4vWC5gRgUPOrtzjaLQEPX7U2o5ZhgGvLLC3yydu3D3VncFSnrK4tSy2N8bPy3l5YjoMukE9IJRy89bf2FWdtnpapAv5YwQH0DMeDEhpMGoLryuscxF6kHM0niqP8fQDO8aVFsg/s1640/Mable%20BB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEu7WS75R6DdnIQh2c2WMGKWJnTcALAclbyzTQzwBGCgrn80CC6Moc4vWC5gRgUPOrtzjaLQEPX7U2o5ZhgGvLLC3yydu3D3VncFSnrK4tSy2N8bPy3l5YjoMukE9IJRy89bf2FWdtnpapAv5YwQH0DMeDEhpMGoLryuscxF6kHM0niqP8fQDO8aVFsg/w640-h334/Mable%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Welcome back to <b><i>Romance Sweet Reads</i></b>. Today we're going to continue with our feature of a new series of sweet/inspirational, western historical romances. The series, <b><i>RESCUE ME (Mail-Order Brides)</i></b> consists of twenty-five books, releasing once per week, every Monday. So, sit back and enjoy!</p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p>The thirteenth book in the <i><b>Rescue Me (Mail Order Brides)</b></i> series, is <span style="color: #45818e;"><b><i>Mabel</i></b></span>, by Author <b>Cheryl Wright. </b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3td4pX2G_yLxP3h5zM4QzevhNxVeLqnbXlH8VThtdYNXS3FeroxQFaoomsqRu4vfeQ9zcwFF0GpHd6ATyyWlpwrCYneN6o9PE9Ex4jAQqZue-91DCg3J_RBlRRlMWajJ4NEzOCM8b8e_PbqbOub8zLhhl5MATgyt2IybzFzuGWznsdv2qcHTIXa3C7A/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3td4pX2G_yLxP3h5zM4QzevhNxVeLqnbXlH8VThtdYNXS3FeroxQFaoomsqRu4vfeQ9zcwFF0GpHd6ATyyWlpwrCYneN6o9PE9Ex4jAQqZue-91DCg3J_RBlRRlMWajJ4NEzOCM8b8e_PbqbOub8zLhhl5MATgyt2IybzFzuGWznsdv2qcHTIXa3C7A/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_bxeStD7BNoXF4Z9Wqf-3NxOx33o68qZCsMpSSlQA6s-FnL5I5kv1RMCQ5oW2odY26BTdJmBjhEmMHaW2_-q8bsG23M--av81v79xulXME-CuMnvrB6FnUg7CNhLex1OzhcsXL-Zp33kDDCrZCuZTc-Q5kib6AjE0dzG3Q2jVrc60wlwaRmhT8qpARQ/s1000/Mable%20Frame.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_bxeStD7BNoXF4Z9Wqf-3NxOx33o68qZCsMpSSlQA6s-FnL5I5kv1RMCQ5oW2odY26BTdJmBjhEmMHaW2_-q8bsG23M--av81v79xulXME-CuMnvrB6FnUg7CNhLex1OzhcsXL-Zp33kDDCrZCuZTc-Q5kib6AjE0dzG3Q2jVrc60wlwaRmhT8qpARQ/w484-h640/Mable%20Frame.png" width="484" /></a></div><b>Has Mabel gone from one desperate situation to another?<br />And will she ever find happiness, or is she destined to a life of misery?</b><br /><br />Witnessing a cold-blooded murder, Mabel McArthur must escape town or risk the dire consequences.<br /><br />While aimlessly riding the train to nowhere in particular, she stumbles upon an advertisement to become a mail-order bride. It could be her only option for freedom.<br /><br />Arriving at her destination, Mabel finds herself amidst yet another tragedy, and later discovers a secret that will change her life forever.<br /><br />Earl Carpenter has no intention of getting hitched. But when his brother’s mail-order bride arrives without notice, he feels obligated to marry her.<br /><br />Can this mismatched pair ever hope to find happiness together?<p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BM7B4TT3" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8SyPaex_56-fHigozy0FIVZ9O3fcy1TfknuCWwupADGt7IMzDdw7EsBXP7EHPM9lKSHJeYl0Z5SWKirAiqh2iUt-iw6igV6MFmjxiOQENy8z6cNOVbtlWXYzVF3YXG80aAnFMUnOrQV6j0Q-Ycnmq2FLo-ABB771fVZstHwi6f94dEZhVy5nXAzWiLQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8SyPaex_56-fHigozy0FIVZ9O3fcy1TfknuCWwupADGt7IMzDdw7EsBXP7EHPM9lKSHJeYl0Z5SWKirAiqh2iUt-iw6igV6MFmjxiOQENy8z6cNOVbtlWXYzVF3YXG80aAnFMUnOrQV6j0Q-Ycnmq2FLo-ABB771fVZstHwi6f94dEZhVy5nXAzWiLQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><br /><i>Hell’s Gate, Montana – 1880s</i><br /> <br />Breathless, Mabel McArthur crouched down behind the boxes in the livery. She hoped and prayed no one saw her run in there.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK4sxxDJ5nvaydKhIy3cxNwK4wlc7qVz2JWbVo6-AdOH7aw4QHcybdxcdecbNH6JDpR8b6eE6xLXuWpPw1q66gYnhQSG78Jg6t_BQEOusHRcuLs4yzGS4hmYDOh054VwyRUubpYE8xx9f1vEQrjO2mTbb1z2Qo8YJJS8X5iyqGM8scym_WCjVgvb7OIw/s1080/Mable%20Meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK4sxxDJ5nvaydKhIy3cxNwK4wlc7qVz2JWbVo6-AdOH7aw4QHcybdxcdecbNH6JDpR8b6eE6xLXuWpPw1q66gYnhQSG78Jg6t_BQEOusHRcuLs4yzGS4hmYDOh054VwyRUubpYE8xx9f1vEQrjO2mTbb1z2Qo8YJJS8X5iyqGM8scym_WCjVgvb7OIw/s320/Mable%20Meme.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>“Mabel! Mabel, my darling, where are you?” Vern’s voice came through loud and clear. Mabel shuddered as he came dangerously close and crouched down even further. Despite the chill of the day, sweat poured down her face. “Mabel?” This time, his voice was far more gentle. He spoke as though he were caressing her cheek. <br /><br />As Vern’s fiancée, Mabel was protected from all the terrible things that happened in town. The shootings, the bashings, and the killings. He ensured she wasn’t harmed and made certain she had everything she would ever need. <br /><br />Vern often told Mabel he loved her, but kept her locked away unless she was with him. It was for her own safety, he said when she questioned him. According to Vern, there were far too many bad things going on in town. Whenever she suggested they move elsewhere, he refused. Now Mabel knew why. <br /><br />They were to marry next month, and while at first it seemed an exciting prospect, things had soured between them. Everything changed when Mabel snuck out of her room at the boarding house where <i>Vern kept her safe</i>. <br /><br />Breakfast was brought to her room each morning, and after she’d eaten, Mabel would have a long, leisurely bath. Later, Vern would collect her and they’d go for a stroll around town. Occasionally, they would go for a drive through the hillside, depending on the weather. <br /><br />She was weary of doing the same things day after day, night after night. Tonight, she’d taken matters into her own hands and left the boarding house. Mabel had begun to feel suspicious about her fiancée’s motives, hence her reason for leaving that day. She ran to the hotel, where she was certain she would find Vern. <br /><br />And that’s where she saw it. <br /><br />Vern stood over a young cowboy. He was battered and bleeding. Mabel had seen him on their strolls around town. Vern had a gun in his hand. Mabel’s heart thudded as she watched in horror. Vern grinned, then put the gun to the other man’s head and pulled the trigger. The cowboy lay lifeless on the ground as Vern stood over him, laughing. <br /><br />That was when he noticed her standing nearby. <br /><br />Mabel shoved a fist in her mouth to stop herself from screaming, then ran as though her life depended on it.<br /><br />She was convinced it did.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5zNsrkzQPugTonNScz6PTHj4Na4Oe87jgY8aqIOu7z4Rl6Ikvf5laUlfkvOH8YCBl3nYPSX_ER6L-Fq-sgufzFK3YQq7Tix6i47mioHnJkz3JHhCntUu-CX4qljgeh1sgl0OjXKu0D-F5kjl_cv6R0RV71Pritl8XAzxbDNeYfxkkF3LvYQNF3G5Ug/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5zNsrkzQPugTonNScz6PTHj4Na4Oe87jgY8aqIOu7z4Rl6Ikvf5laUlfkvOH8YCBl3nYPSX_ER6L-Fq-sgufzFK3YQq7Tix6i47mioHnJkz3JHhCntUu-CX4qljgeh1sgl0OjXKu0D-F5kjl_cv6R0RV71Pritl8XAzxbDNeYfxkkF3LvYQNF3G5Ug/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_CUeaB0IIFFSR8jJ2NiDW3xrgD7UlX_BIeoXnYOZavYwQyawj48hwoUghbw0wjPXPDLwlV3EBhLC423j7CjDQ1iKM5lRIVee-7HXJce_gF1wT_QZUzz_4OI-lveKcXKSeJIIjgBFCVr5jbaE0hr-e9wlDDXTetGF-p8iu9KZDk2xrag8w_DagD9rkQ/s782/Cheryl-cropped-HEADSHOT.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="758" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_CUeaB0IIFFSR8jJ2NiDW3xrgD7UlX_BIeoXnYOZavYwQyawj48hwoUghbw0wjPXPDLwlV3EBhLC423j7CjDQ1iKM5lRIVee-7HXJce_gF1wT_QZUzz_4OI-lveKcXKSeJIIjgBFCVr5jbaE0hr-e9wlDDXTetGF-p8iu9KZDk2xrag8w_DagD9rkQ/w194-h200/Cheryl-cropped-HEADSHOT.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Cheryl Wright is a multi-award-winning and best-selling author of around 70 books. She has been published since 2003.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />She writes both contemporary and historical western romance, and enjoys the research needed for the historical stories she writes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />Cheryl writes Christian stories without it dominating the story. Her books all come under the clean and wholesome banner. There is absolutely no on-page sex and no profanities - she writes the kind of stories she enjoys reading.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />She focuses on relationships and family, as well as friendship. Her books are uplifting, leaving her readers with feelings of hope and happiness. All her books are small town romances, including her mail order bride stories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />Cheryl spent several years teaching writing to aspiring writers, and wrote several non-fiction books about writing, worked as an editor for publishers, coached writers one-on-one, and has appeared at writer's conferences in both Australia and New Zealand.<br /><br /><br />She was brought up around horses - her father's first job was at a rodeo. He later became a horse breaker. Her family spent a lot of time traveling to rodeos over many years.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />She has been married to her own real-life hero for over 48 years. They have two grown children and six grandchildren. Their household would not be complete without their beautiful dog Bindy, who loves long, leisurely walks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />Cheryl's hobbies are tenpin bowling and papercrafts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/cherylwrightauthor" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/Cheryl-Wright/author/B0088GDSKM" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJnaa1-tROhwr3iy7wmvbaDwa6zK9VsEJb-G9clYJhAOkZZdGxAnj_eFVeYRX03OhkdJNffijFyzlGL01aRbQDe6kSv6AYE95RqlqeUKOVtl6rLWn0jgffsA15mT368KCqR-jnfLRV2v1xWfbYb2hVXcwunAQ6vJlFuHPfKjipv63WyGTgI9Kh71F1Xg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJnaa1-tROhwr3iy7wmvbaDwa6zK9VsEJb-G9clYJhAOkZZdGxAnj_eFVeYRX03OhkdJNffijFyzlGL01aRbQDe6kSv6AYE95RqlqeUKOVtl6rLWn0jgffsA15mT368KCqR-jnfLRV2v1xWfbYb2hVXcwunAQ6vJlFuHPfKjipv63WyGTgI9Kh71F1Xg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj0O45f2_5BnC3LPKsvp1301kJOo-fc19P-M_1OF59Zr91-wWStTFWHEHXnd-RO0zTEiEAXaF1ANwqzGAUtKAVraQ1rIrxgF-4HMr3pROBW1hINLn7rYSq4d1gDViitU6WadJQi0i69V0P8P1oaQgLmwBhfwojXZsdSF2eQNr8cSDrsLNAffutLTNDRg/s1640/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj0O45f2_5BnC3LPKsvp1301kJOo-fc19P-M_1OF59Zr91-wWStTFWHEHXnd-RO0zTEiEAXaF1ANwqzGAUtKAVraQ1rIrxgF-4HMr3pROBW1hINLn7rYSq4d1gDViitU6WadJQi0i69V0P8P1oaQgLmwBhfwojXZsdSF2eQNr8cSDrsLNAffutLTNDRg/w640-h334/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire Rescue Me ~ Mail-Order Brides series exclusively on</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BKLNTH1N" target="_blank"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Thank you for stopping by. I hope to see you again soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><br /></p><div><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><p></p></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com3New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-51046540631973479352023-03-20T02:00:00.002-07:002023-03-26T20:26:47.473-07:00DAGMAR (RESCUE ME ~ MAIL~ORDER BRIDES - Book 12) by Author F. TILLY BROWNNE *BOOK BIRTHDAY*<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJHOhBM4EzUnQ_Im1tEJ4us-J5kt669c62sVtx7r2b2jX9iWHV1MZEEu_XpwYRE0SLxndB3Ek2vBjtN178TVitycNw8fkvBTMy744UiRPcKn-yk5v-BPEVbTaPRkjxbBaWxY4zFLaBNORfzRYHKbP85vxljTNH3EUYeiyNfi5xgpdl6wC8lkn1t4zl-A/s1640/Dagmar%20BB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJHOhBM4EzUnQ_Im1tEJ4us-J5kt669c62sVtx7r2b2jX9iWHV1MZEEu_XpwYRE0SLxndB3Ek2vBjtN178TVitycNw8fkvBTMy744UiRPcKn-yk5v-BPEVbTaPRkjxbBaWxY4zFLaBNORfzRYHKbP85vxljTNH3EUYeiyNfi5xgpdl6wC8lkn1t4zl-A/w640-h334/Dagmar%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Welcome back to <b><i>Romance Sweet Reads</i></b>. Today we're going to continue with our feature of a new series of sweet/inspirational, western historical romances. The series, <b><i>RESCUE ME (Mail-Order Brides)</i></b> consists of twenty-five books, releasing once per week, every Monday. So, sit back and enjoy!</p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p>The twelvth book in the <i><b>Rescue Me (Mail Order Brides)</b></i> series, is <span style="color: #45818e;"><b><i>Layla</i></b></span>, by Author <b>F. Tilly Brownne</b>.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigN4DShpqoNV_GUJdv3bp4dmVr8KCPBF15lDcgrz9Qw2jO7VG8gCWsWDhuU5CaO22W_J5_v4hLhTgOfJuDZjohCaBR1I7uFHdaVlET6FoVmQekX8bEIACck3p3et1dgoAEs92dlUqKKq-VQSIMkreWnQmBuiX64_iFVsrIdv3kicXAX7bRlIDYqWoAMg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="color: #0000ee;" width="400" /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJ0PWVXxCE55owsit0QUqONGbxFuhUfdMN7Mlf-GOc5alNgmFAtIVmcp9xHejVrwwqdOiZP7IvmKmE4VTSi6Zr26sJpm9ikn5NE1LcXwnvFwrBv2tprSmTZBfzpDuFt7QQlMppGBETRLAfOSPTdBRTi7XctWLhs2poXtLiegvMf_pcEiN8MjYSZNB-A/s1000/Dagmar%20Frame.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJ0PWVXxCE55owsit0QUqONGbxFuhUfdMN7Mlf-GOc5alNgmFAtIVmcp9xHejVrwwqdOiZP7IvmKmE4VTSi6Zr26sJpm9ikn5NE1LcXwnvFwrBv2tprSmTZBfzpDuFt7QQlMppGBETRLAfOSPTdBRTi7XctWLhs2poXtLiegvMf_pcEiN8MjYSZNB-A/w484-h640/Dagmar%20Frame.png" width="484" /></a></div><b>Dagmar Larsson, a doppelganger for a rich heiress, accepts payment to lure danger away. But it might cost her everything</b>.<br /><br />Dagmar Larsson barely escapes a kidnap attempt when she is mistaken for her wealthy employer, Alrik Soderlund’s daughter, Algot. Alrik is shocked at her uncanny likeness to his daughter. He hires Dagmar to lure the would-be kidnappers away by impersonating Algot and sailing to America where Dagmar will have the opportunity to become a mail-order bride. Unbeknownst to him, his daughter also sneaks aboard ship.<br /><br />Niklas Olsson doesn’t think he deserves a bride, but he accompanies his best friend, Lars, to meet the ship hoping to find a humble woman to share his quiet life. But two women arrive being pursued by thugs with evil intent and looking so alike Niklas and Lars can’t tell them apart. When danger catches up with them, will he risk everything to save both women knowing one is honest and the other a deceiver?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BK2TQGB8" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnidb5lTRSUmtstL869omLrH2M0jP21_gne23RTgRjoIkaVWtZAG599FpIMuBEi3uKmYHrYtG9E1rUU3zkTQDNqLxXX7uan6FpLPHziVfauVHwS_U2V9XZPuL8sy5KeUfflGN1xLx3e7bpkuah3V8LvxRDiX0QnD9D9EpSV1ikwWRLfkS_oB39KqNKQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnidb5lTRSUmtstL869omLrH2M0jP21_gne23RTgRjoIkaVWtZAG599FpIMuBEi3uKmYHrYtG9E1rUU3zkTQDNqLxXX7uan6FpLPHziVfauVHwS_U2V9XZPuL8sy5KeUfflGN1xLx3e7bpkuah3V8LvxRDiX0QnD9D9EpSV1ikwWRLfkS_oB39KqNKQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />Since she could not clearly see the man above, she turned to the person beside her. Confusion filled her. Was she looking into a mirror? <br /><br />The young woman in the red dress looked from the man above to her. “Ja, Pappa. I saw her, too. I was just looking to find you—” <br /><br />Missus Soderlund entered the room in a rush. “Ja, Alrik. You see her?” <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFe8t_vsDmNLqIE5l4AwKuhEUKgGQ4ZeOMom771zs1QKDDJCVLQdcrFXWFzbQXW8T_NftgREL8BXIDjvpJU74XmgFmzfU_27r52ruD-SGywL70uW4gD0T5e_3j7NNoB2Z1LSNX8BvmAbXhDRse-ZKCi0qnDRrogkTj0wNk9_xHAXAf1uO2HgUCa2QMrQ/s1080/Dagmar%20Meme.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFe8t_vsDmNLqIE5l4AwKuhEUKgGQ4ZeOMom771zs1QKDDJCVLQdcrFXWFzbQXW8T_NftgREL8BXIDjvpJU74XmgFmzfU_27r52ruD-SGywL70uW4gD0T5e_3j7NNoB2Z1LSNX8BvmAbXhDRse-ZKCi0qnDRrogkTj0wNk9_xHAXAf1uO2HgUCa2QMrQ/s320/Dagmar%20Meme.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Everyone stared at her. And no wonder. The girl next to her looked just like her. Same size. Same face. Same blond hair. Same blue eyes. Except that she wore a nicer dress. A delicate silver chain hung around her neck with a silver pendant that held a sparkling diamond in its center. And eyeglasses. Who was this girl? <br /><br />“Where are your glasses?” <br /><br />Who was he speaking to? She looked from the mirror-image woman next to her to Missus Soderlund. They simply looked back. Was the man asking her? She peered up toward him but could not tell where his eyes looked. “Glasses?” <br /><br />“Algot.” The man above spoke. “Give her your eyeglasses.” <br /><br />The young woman next to her hesitated. Then, slowly, she reached up with both hands and worked her eyeglasses from behind her ears and off her nose. She held them out. <br /><br />Confused, Dagmar looked at the other three people one at a time. They all seemed to be looking at and waiting on, her. <br /><br />She slipped the book with the black leather cover into the pocket on the side of her dress, then reached out and gently took the eyeglasses. Fitting them over her ears and onto her nose, she adjusted them to feel right. When she removed her hands, she could see the man above with new clarity. She gazed up at him. <br /><br />A middled aged man in brown trousers and a white shirt leaned on the railing and peered down at her with gray-blue eyes. A handsome man, his chestnut hair, graying at the temples, framed his square face and rigid jaw. “Remarkable.” <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvS1XxoPHHUb_-jU_PUEY2yiDYyjIyZZQsapj-NdSVmsoSAYibf_Rd5_eHVmjSljCBdOXx5-TZ2--Y4tEk84K_ftKYPAm7byB-7Mzlo7iHJPchdWZEfb3x4l8hoXXApg1iruwoyxIFPE-6wsfL_xfaQdkFujzbyRLDlBLCO_j8JWrMX-dR6tJ0mQXMag/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvS1XxoPHHUb_-jU_PUEY2yiDYyjIyZZQsapj-NdSVmsoSAYibf_Rd5_eHVmjSljCBdOXx5-TZ2--Y4tEk84K_ftKYPAm7byB-7Mzlo7iHJPchdWZEfb3x4l8hoXXApg1iruwoyxIFPE-6wsfL_xfaQdkFujzbyRLDlBLCO_j8JWrMX-dR6tJ0mQXMag/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvRNAoBxQDbWNKJT5oCy02CtQioTnuoDCLoR8mb4w5XpURiXxPwHtnuDLygl0IsyNSIlIWI7r0HIYLFXnwancrLb3h925Os5o5gyI5aF-lrw_vjRNhMkHjT6xp_fcpY9S9NQO3rUQ35RoPHDmLzKUvxUdBgb17QjjNLohoYj-GiXNrEBhCpL_BZrntA/s300/F%20Tilly.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvRNAoBxQDbWNKJT5oCy02CtQioTnuoDCLoR8mb4w5XpURiXxPwHtnuDLygl0IsyNSIlIWI7r0HIYLFXnwancrLb3h925Os5o5gyI5aF-lrw_vjRNhMkHjT6xp_fcpY9S9NQO3rUQ35RoPHDmLzKUvxUdBgb17QjjNLohoYj-GiXNrEBhCpL_BZrntA/w200-h200/F%20Tilly.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>F. Tilly Brownne writes women’s fiction, drama, sweet & clean historical romance, and Christian fiction. <br /><br /><i>Audrey’s Search</i> is her first historical romance in a series and is part of The Reclusive Man series.<br /><br />The sequel Audrey's Search follows the story with Audrey’s sister, Francine, and will publish November 29, 2022.<br /><br />Click the yellow Follow button for notices of more titles coming from F. Tilly Brownne. <br /><br />When not writing she enjoys riding her motorcycle with her husband, gardening, and photography. She lives in beautiful Colorado. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0B3WTN5CY" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/f-tilly-brownne" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>BookBub</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/22516270.F_Tilly_Brownne" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Goodreads</b></span></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/22516270.F_Tilly_Brownne" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b></b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWLVe9G2hc7K4UIZ_-F9sWpG2pOKivHp3ckXW7zCfTEVm9eeSZwsshjTHsiR2QSKpVN1ynZdPRZMot4adgMnktKwCEthJKgzqs9yQlQ8OIS45-T6PrsVOkHwkQ1kjW1JhTM4UqerOJjOBPhG32JfvqIk2KHtdfqxHLR0a4xharSK2cgCyEn2pXyb_Xg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWLVe9G2hc7K4UIZ_-F9sWpG2pOKivHp3ckXW7zCfTEVm9eeSZwsshjTHsiR2QSKpVN1ynZdPRZMot4adgMnktKwCEthJKgzqs9yQlQ8OIS45-T6PrsVOkHwkQ1kjW1JhTM4UqerOJjOBPhG32JfvqIk2KHtdfqxHLR0a4xharSK2cgCyEn2pXyb_Xg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJvweEmeMvObqWa650g9owVCl1mYWLsz6cC7E0-eGdpIUITQQC_MZyRcNhR42BRhPdag2BJNiaHr_irIO_ilHmFDohYPCKGLpfLahrLJnjSVK-lW6sB3jgrVmTb7Ygp1VMhAt1zl4HkC2_V5CejIt_okUMGWta-O5qiSYBw1slnLmMT4d3gPQ7Xk68xA/s1640/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJvweEmeMvObqWa650g9owVCl1mYWLsz6cC7E0-eGdpIUITQQC_MZyRcNhR42BRhPdag2BJNiaHr_irIO_ilHmFDohYPCKGLpfLahrLJnjSVK-lW6sB3jgrVmTb7Ygp1VMhAt1zl4HkC2_V5CejIt_okUMGWta-O5qiSYBw1slnLmMT4d3gPQ7Xk68xA/w640-h334/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire Rescue Me ~ Mail-Order Brides series exclusively on</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BKLNTH1N" target="_blank"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Thank you for stopping by. I hope to see you again soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com1New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-81731654517837501902023-03-13T03:00:00.004-07:002023-03-13T05:07:41.720-07:00LAYLA (RESCUE ME ~ MAIL~ORDER BRIDES - Book 11) by Author LYNNE LANNING *BOOK BIRTHDAY*<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHGIRqUliw4d9GLG6nkgXoDBxLTRssFWWVe91yJEFcykNM0t2maNT9SSU37SKxT6XNWPTzdSJbZb9o-n7j0KK7FEVSZ6FvxJGbKTJNfrpSwvxug5fTYlNTkfxcFavm_L_qva5Jsqu3klz5ZrEwsS57ewMuTSmerZut5BWYmVQ4Py-ZoEPZK027qNEUA/s1640/Layla%20BB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHGIRqUliw4d9GLG6nkgXoDBxLTRssFWWVe91yJEFcykNM0t2maNT9SSU37SKxT6XNWPTzdSJbZb9o-n7j0KK7FEVSZ6FvxJGbKTJNfrpSwvxug5fTYlNTkfxcFavm_L_qva5Jsqu3klz5ZrEwsS57ewMuTSmerZut5BWYmVQ4Py-ZoEPZK027qNEUA/w640-h334/Layla%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Welcome back to <b><i>Romance Sweet Reads</i></b>. Today we're going to continue with our feature of a new series of sweet/inspirational, western historical romances. The series, <b><i>RESCUE ME (Mail-Order Brides)</i></b> consists of twenty-five books, releasing once per week, every Monday. So, sit back and enjoy!</p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p>The eleventh book in the <i><b>Rescue Me (Mail Order Brides)</b></i> series, is <span style="color: #45818e;"><b><i>Layla</i></b></span>, by Author <b>Lynne Lanning</b>.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigN4DShpqoNV_GUJdv3bp4dmVr8KCPBF15lDcgrz9Qw2jO7VG8gCWsWDhuU5CaO22W_J5_v4hLhTgOfJuDZjohCaBR1I7uFHdaVlET6FoVmQekX8bEIACck3p3et1dgoAEs92dlUqKKq-VQSIMkreWnQmBuiX64_iFVsrIdv3kicXAX7bRlIDYqWoAMg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="color: #0000ee;" width="400" /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysPtlFN0OWs7ffPNt8AFifaIzrhymUodWptesnxJQiTauZuD8i3K_ImVIdoITbLYlLQ1qGJ25car7JhTjQHj4TFEaTJaQl6FXlB3RCCgTuOuq007Nym6vuNfi957v4gD05jp_xT0i5z98Fo0CdwiNdyzriCuK9XUH6qpqdqubLDcX6TtEZld2NAW68g/s1000/Layla%20Frame.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysPtlFN0OWs7ffPNt8AFifaIzrhymUodWptesnxJQiTauZuD8i3K_ImVIdoITbLYlLQ1qGJ25car7JhTjQHj4TFEaTJaQl6FXlB3RCCgTuOuq007Nym6vuNfi957v4gD05jp_xT0i5z98Fo0CdwiNdyzriCuK9XUH6qpqdqubLDcX6TtEZld2NAW68g/w484-h640/Layla%20Frame.png" width="484" /></a></div>Layla has been enslaved and abused by wealthy townspeople for years. Determined to find a better life, she heads west to meet Edward, who according to his letters, may be the man to make her dreams come true.<br /><br />An unscheduled delay causes Layla to stay at a ranch just short of her destination, where she meets a wonderful family and notices her heart flutters every time Andrew comes around.<br /><br />Determined to keep her options open, she continues her journey, meeting Edward, finding him handsome, doting and wealthy. But she soon realizes he needs her to be like the despicable people she escaped from.<br /><br />Her heart is torn, especially when Andrew comes to town admitting he has feelings for her.<br /><br />Edward realizes he has lost Layla’s affection, and vows revenge. The on-going Range War puts Edward and Andrew on opposing sides, giving Edward the means and opportunity to execute his revenge. With Layla as the prize and Andrew caught in the crosshairs, things become dangerous…<br /><br /><b><i>Deadly Dangerous.</i></b><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BJZLPP5Z" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnidb5lTRSUmtstL869omLrH2M0jP21_gne23RTgRjoIkaVWtZAG599FpIMuBEi3uKmYHrYtG9E1rUU3zkTQDNqLxXX7uan6FpLPHziVfauVHwS_U2V9XZPuL8sy5KeUfflGN1xLx3e7bpkuah3V8LvxRDiX0QnD9D9EpSV1ikwWRLfkS_oB39KqNKQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnidb5lTRSUmtstL869omLrH2M0jP21_gne23RTgRjoIkaVWtZAG599FpIMuBEi3uKmYHrYtG9E1rUU3zkTQDNqLxXX7uan6FpLPHziVfauVHwS_U2V9XZPuL8sy5KeUfflGN1xLx3e7bpkuah3V8LvxRDiX0QnD9D9EpSV1ikwWRLfkS_oB39KqNKQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div>Layla tried to still her heart and pace her breathing. She was about to get her first glimpse of the apparently wealthy man who had shown interest in her. She attempted to browse the shelves again, without drawing attention to herself, yet being able to see this mystery man. <br /><br /> The door opened, but all she could see was the top of his cowboy hat. She heard him stomping the snow off his boots, then coming closer as he joined the men. <br /><br /> “Hello, Father; Mr. Mercer.” <br /><br /> “Hello, son. Did you get everything taken care of? You’ve been gone three days.” <br /><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnCL3qLr8wAIWJQKuTimIzRngdYTxGjOGz20EvHhYJXES7KnR96duhZzRnaSPWlyOGD1UZHC_jxH0y2z_gBBDdg2iTb6STpguN7YJ8xb8BCCvC7_maI-Iu6C1hdlDjgCgafe9lK76CJrmDLSMXj96piSZyKXb2_t3CUpWx7TZ6k6vZtRavliCj0scmg/s1080/Layla%20Meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnCL3qLr8wAIWJQKuTimIzRngdYTxGjOGz20EvHhYJXES7KnR96duhZzRnaSPWlyOGD1UZHC_jxH0y2z_gBBDdg2iTb6STpguN7YJ8xb8BCCvC7_maI-Iu6C1hdlDjgCgafe9lK76CJrmDLSMXj96piSZyKXb2_t3CUpWx7TZ6k6vZtRavliCj0scmg/s320/Layla%20Meme.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>“Yes, sir. It was slow going because of the weather, but we shouldn’t have any more trouble, at least not out of that group.” <br /><br /> “Hmm,” Mr. Cantrell rubbed his mustache. “Sounds as though there is more to tell. How about an earlier supper and we can get on home, out of this weather?” <br /><br /> Layla had gathered her purchases and was moving toward the counter to pay the proprietor, hoping to get a good look at this man; and a good look she certainly got. <br /><br /> He turned swiftly, running into her hard enough to knock everything from her hands and almost knocked her over. He grabbed her arm to steady her while he began apologizing profusely. <br /><br /> “Ma’am, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” <br /><br /> “Yes, I’m fine, sir. Don’t fret yourself, I can pick everything up.” <br /><br /> “Nonsense, I made the mess, now, are you sure you’re alright?” He straightened and looked at her. His mouth went dry as he looked into the face of a beauty he hadn’t met yet. Long blonde hair, green eyes that were sparkling like emeralds, shapely figure, and cute when she blushed. <br /><br /> He took her hand gently. “I am so sorry and embarrassed over the way we are meeting.” <br /><br /> “I’m fine, really.” She gently removed her hand from his. <br /><br /> “I am Edward Cantrell, and you are?” <br /><br /> “Layla.” She watched as his piercingly blue eyes widened. He was a handsome man with broad shoulders and black hair, standing almost six feet. He had given an accurate description of himself, but not near as detailed as the man who stood before her. <br /><br /> “Layla Hammond by chance?” <br /><br /> She blushed again, looking downward. “Yes. I wanted to come out here and meet you myself without being a burden or obligation of any sort.” <br /><br />Her blush deepened and her hand tingled as he kissed it tenderly, feeling it all the way up her arm and down her spine. <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqn4ryMWWUJDtExLHti3yjn2YM1QKnV-iFiEbLaJO_LuzWeiBr9pBtuwnYaPX24yX-yUkEd6Z0Jh2GdlgaT7KeGwCL_EFsTk4aLchq4CvjbmiLq0OikJ0Ajk3fdQ4-6O2DE1Q3jZTbwdBfzWrE8q5ZbOcekiXT28Iif2DrtHsagr3mB3isSD7YPIsdw/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqn4ryMWWUJDtExLHti3yjn2YM1QKnV-iFiEbLaJO_LuzWeiBr9pBtuwnYaPX24yX-yUkEd6Z0Jh2GdlgaT7KeGwCL_EFsTk4aLchq4CvjbmiLq0OikJ0Ajk3fdQ4-6O2DE1Q3jZTbwdBfzWrE8q5ZbOcekiXT28Iif2DrtHsagr3mB3isSD7YPIsdw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tB7osj8onRa2MgyRPs_HHxRtVOMypadvCD7NYSXWw2YQrkNgBGA9DwyJfjOrSQ8yDzNdOtHvI4Ly8LCPUqCCHm980jkOBXLkNJj5QKFgvPJXTCBhQLoaHePFWjrjo59AL7NN-qqPq7eFghgl_GP_3gRhygZpCTb0qm5IpMTdIk1029b7cy3HfRLeig/s800/Lynne%20Pic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tB7osj8onRa2MgyRPs_HHxRtVOMypadvCD7NYSXWw2YQrkNgBGA9DwyJfjOrSQ8yDzNdOtHvI4Ly8LCPUqCCHm980jkOBXLkNJj5QKFgvPJXTCBhQLoaHePFWjrjo59AL7NN-qqPq7eFghgl_GP_3gRhygZpCTb0qm5IpMTdIk1029b7cy3HfRLeig/w200-h200/Lynne%20Pic.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Lynne Lanning has such an effortless way of evoking emotion from her readers. Her characters are so realistic that the reader can feel their pain during trials and their joy during triumphs. Reviews state: "...it's as if Mrs. Lanning lived through this herself." "Couldn't put it down..." "A real page turner." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lynne enjoys turning history and her love of God into enjoyable, relatable stories with practical life lessons that can benefit people today. Each story tells of true bonds of love and loyalty, mixed with tough times and decisions, with a twist of humor and sometimes devastation...the same is true in life. With a blend of her own family members and heritage along with lots of fiction, it's hard to tell where reality stops and fantasy begins.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lynnelanning.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Lynne's Website</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0B6R33BXX" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100063640985472" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> <span style="text-align: left;"> ~ <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21117292.Lynne_Lanning" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Goodreads</b></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWLVe9G2hc7K4UIZ_-F9sWpG2pOKivHp3ckXW7zCfTEVm9eeSZwsshjTHsiR2QSKpVN1ynZdPRZMot4adgMnktKwCEthJKgzqs9yQlQ8OIS45-T6PrsVOkHwkQ1kjW1JhTM4UqerOJjOBPhG32JfvqIk2KHtdfqxHLR0a4xharSK2cgCyEn2pXyb_Xg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWLVe9G2hc7K4UIZ_-F9sWpG2pOKivHp3ckXW7zCfTEVm9eeSZwsshjTHsiR2QSKpVN1ynZdPRZMot4adgMnktKwCEthJKgzqs9yQlQ8OIS45-T6PrsVOkHwkQ1kjW1JhTM4UqerOJjOBPhG32JfvqIk2KHtdfqxHLR0a4xharSK2cgCyEn2pXyb_Xg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJvweEmeMvObqWa650g9owVCl1mYWLsz6cC7E0-eGdpIUITQQC_MZyRcNhR42BRhPdag2BJNiaHr_irIO_ilHmFDohYPCKGLpfLahrLJnjSVK-lW6sB3jgrVmTb7Ygp1VMhAt1zl4HkC2_V5CejIt_okUMGWta-O5qiSYBw1slnLmMT4d3gPQ7Xk68xA/s1640/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJvweEmeMvObqWa650g9owVCl1mYWLsz6cC7E0-eGdpIUITQQC_MZyRcNhR42BRhPdag2BJNiaHr_irIO_ilHmFDohYPCKGLpfLahrLJnjSVK-lW6sB3jgrVmTb7Ygp1VMhAt1zl4HkC2_V5CejIt_okUMGWta-O5qiSYBw1slnLmMT4d3gPQ7Xk68xA/w640-h334/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire Rescue Me ~ Mail-Order Brides series exclusively on</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BKLNTH1N" target="_blank"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Thank you for stopping by. I hope to see you again soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com2New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-46378142748495290652023-03-06T04:00:00.005-08:002023-03-06T04:00:00.144-08:00JELLY BEAN DREAMS (Small-Town Holiday Romances) by Author NANCY FRASER **Book Birthday**<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMdIACxoef590rzBuxwPssa-Ae0Tgij2bGjllDkeroy049ezZEu3Ypp_fRhWJVYTmdDyqUElXkRhb6v0PODS5ZmJSRpH2sqks6q4PAiLjYDPl405Y6VdUT0LsOFSS4Zir1dWg11vIwlrPyMHwv4I9rq_dxlnil9lkSvddpaY3ynF7b-MjeGjXHpxm-jA/s1640/Jelly%20Bean%20BB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMdIACxoef590rzBuxwPssa-Ae0Tgij2bGjllDkeroy049ezZEu3Ypp_fRhWJVYTmdDyqUElXkRhb6v0PODS5ZmJSRpH2sqks6q4PAiLjYDPl405Y6VdUT0LsOFSS4Zir1dWg11vIwlrPyMHwv4I9rq_dxlnil9lkSvddpaY3ynF7b-MjeGjXHpxm-jA/w640-h334/Jelly%20Bean%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Welcome back to <i><b>Romance Sweet Reads</b></i>. Today we'll take a first peek at the Easter edition of our small-town, clean and wholesome contemporary romance series. This series is one of the most unique you'll see for the entire year. Collectively known as the "<b><i>Small-Town Holiday Romances</i></b>", each of the featured holidays will have four to ten books in the sub-series for that holiday.</p><p>We continue our 2023 holiday tour with <span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Easter</b></span>, and <span style="color: #45818e; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Jelly Bean Dreams</i></b></span>, by Author <b>Nancy Fraser</b>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-NzrimnlxtO_8YZOJrMHJoU6Tw2v6j1fDT_yQxcwHDnNwtUGqnd9Z1i1RfpYJ3f4Dgh5yXeKNIHcVm3LG8Lg0gI4ym49rOxkM74n4MdsnlGjSg4ARCSIdlStlzdbpXcMj_qOyYN59Hn7PyJPOP_LSq_-MWfgB4wyflZxU1vV5JHCGTkNNtlwp34olg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-NzrimnlxtO_8YZOJrMHJoU6Tw2v6j1fDT_yQxcwHDnNwtUGqnd9Z1i1RfpYJ3f4Dgh5yXeKNIHcVm3LG8Lg0gI4ym49rOxkM74n4MdsnlGjSg4ARCSIdlStlzdbpXcMj_qOyYN59Hn7PyJPOP_LSq_-MWfgB4wyflZxU1vV5JHCGTkNNtlwp34olg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSa6kwzqCbOLFLtxHwx5N8ymviAS8KYsjtrQ5tpQ_IPpoWacINiIHM-JA2ShkN0b64kwubV59iHBYUxGlWs9xDdfczHrPgO5NmA7s_kFz2jUQplNxUDyXJ786BqQTuapUG4tzG9vUFV4BwHKN_HCUl3upAyWGH46_g2Dv3YinpYoCTvut0clGmxbvwHg/s1000/BookBrushImage94073.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSa6kwzqCbOLFLtxHwx5N8ymviAS8KYsjtrQ5tpQ_IPpoWacINiIHM-JA2ShkN0b64kwubV59iHBYUxGlWs9xDdfczHrPgO5NmA7s_kFz2jUQplNxUDyXJ786BqQTuapUG4tzG9vUFV4BwHKN_HCUl3upAyWGH46_g2Dv3YinpYoCTvut0clGmxbvwHg/w484-h640/BookBrushImage94073.png" width="484" /></a></div>Alicia Miller is right on track to achieve her dreams of owning her own confectionery while she’s still in her twenties. The only problem is the unexpected code violations on the building she bought to house her store. With most of her savings gone, and a loan to repay, she needs repairs done fast and cheap, while still being able to get her necessary licenses. <br /><br /><div>When Alicia Miller answers an ad in the nearby campus newspaper, she’s hoping the repairman knows what he’s doing. While his price is right, if he botches the upgrade, she’ll be back to square one. With her opening scheduled two weeks before the Easter holiday, she realizes both she and her handsome handyman will need to work long hours to get the job done. <br /><br />Ex-Army Ranger, Dean Cole, is on his way to earning a degree in engineering. All he needs is to keep his head above water financially until he graduates. To do that, he’s picking up odd jobs. If eight years in the military taught him anything, it was how to punt your way through adversity, no matter your limitation. In Dean’s case it’s partial hearing loss caused by head trauma during deployment. <br /><br />Will being surrounded by something as enticing as boxes of candy coax them into a few sweet kisses? And, once the job is done, will he want more than just a sample of what life could be like with his own candy girl?</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BMGLVPV9 " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Also available in Print</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxi4yV1edFxN0F8Qh9ldPEaMVhkvgUzrOxZEHdbLTvIHtYNkdTKCEQJv95R7ElLuF6xBTW7zZi0mFQAuTWagg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN--hsVj6DK4dlAsnaBqcBPoPP8rESUJyCmybVdXUvd7duida-1IpLS6VrzOQv9EPkJxU-9WjKIh6lkYVgoibqzPZuzj58O_HtwVat4RIkv3zG2_Dh9nMB4L3MMBlw8uMPlpImX7iyWGvGDlTH4ntGVJ49-hR947nf9OngS46byV-vIGCn9Qg9axbZYA/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN--hsVj6DK4dlAsnaBqcBPoPP8rESUJyCmybVdXUvd7duida-1IpLS6VrzOQv9EPkJxU-9WjKIh6lkYVgoibqzPZuzj58O_HtwVat4RIkv3zG2_Dh9nMB4L3MMBlw8uMPlpImX7iyWGvGDlTH4ntGVJ49-hR947nf9OngS46byV-vIGCn9Qg9axbZYA/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />Dean Cole tacked up a flier on The Blue Beanery’s cork board. Between his engineering classes, studying for the frequent exams, and trying to drum up some handyman business on the side, he was stretching his energy reserves, not to mention his last few military paychecks, to the limit. <br /><br />“I wish I had some work for you,” Nadine Williams told him. “I believe in helping all our ex-servicemen find a good job when they come home.” <br /><br />“Thank you, Nadine. It’s been more of a struggle than I thought it would be. I’d all but forgotten what it was like to go to school on a regular basis.” <br /><br />“How much longer have you got?” <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh21GKhCHTlgTVDQV22ku-GLUyjlMDFy3fCN_pRuQ_VSFVKmZKaS2GLZdpQq8geMSPQewmc8PGgiXDEylXvCuzxU7Zu501W9xzNvtx-tWll4Lq8qm83TOKBl7XHONylkiK9nIxNnmXOTSdGROdPz_dqeBDBsDiGQhF-04rgYDQkI1CuFi7Ofe_zgFv-7A/s1080/Jelly%20Bean%20Meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh21GKhCHTlgTVDQV22ku-GLUyjlMDFy3fCN_pRuQ_VSFVKmZKaS2GLZdpQq8geMSPQewmc8PGgiXDEylXvCuzxU7Zu501W9xzNvtx-tWll4Lq8qm83TOKBl7XHONylkiK9nIxNnmXOTSdGROdPz_dqeBDBsDiGQhF-04rgYDQkI1CuFi7Ofe_zgFv-7A/s320/Jelly%20Bean%20Meme.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>“I’m closing in on the end, thankfully. The year of classes I’d taken before I enlisted, and the credits I earned for on-the-job military training, got me in as a Junior. These past eighteen months have been non-stop since. I want to graduate in May, so I can get to work as soon as possible.” <br /><br />“Did you ever find yourself an apartment between here and the extension campus?” <br /><br />There was no way he’d admit that he’d resorted to sleeping in his pickup to save money. <br /><br />Knowing Nadine, one of his late mother’s best friends, she’d offer to take him in. “I got something,” he said instead. “It’s not as swanky as some of these Brant Mills’ homes, but it’ll do.” <br /><br />“I’ll be sure to point out your flier to everyone who comes in, along with the fact that you’re homegrown and a soldier.” <br /><br />“Homegrown, as long as you only take in the poorer side of town.” <br /><br />“Nothing to be ashamed of in that, Dean,” Nadine told him. “Thankfully, we don’t have train service here, or we’d both be considered wrong-side-of-the-tracks people.” <br /><br />“I’m pretty sure there are a few up on the hill who’ve drawn imaginary tracks at one time or another.” Nodding toward the coffee urn, he told her, “I’ll have a tall black, nothing fancy and a chocolate chip muffin.” <br /><br />“Plain coffee. I don’t get many of those anymore. My niece even has me learning how to draw fancy designs on the lattes.” Shaking her head, Nadine admitted, “Silly, if you ask me. Who needs a flower that’s going to disappear when you take the first sip?” <br /><br />“Agreed. All that fancy foam and added flavors dilutes the bite of the coffee. Given I’ve got a structural efficiency exam in the morning, I need all the caffeine I can get.” <br /><br />Nadine handed him his coffee and muffin, with a couple of extra cookies tucked in the bag. “For your late-night study session,” she said simply. <br /><br />“How much do I owe you?” <br /><br />“Nothing.” Shooting him a sly wink, she added, “Unless you don’t mind me watching you walk that cute little tush of yours out of here.” <br /><br />“Nadine!” <br /><br />“I might be pushing sixty, young man, but I’m not dead yet.” <br /><br />He was still laughing when he climbed into the cab of his ten-year-old truck. He’d drive around for a few minutes and enjoy his coffee and muffin. Then, once the streetlights came on, he’d search for a quiet parking spot beneath one of the overhanging lamps to study before moving to his usual nighttime berth behind the church. <br /><br />If he were smart, he’d hightail it over to the library for the last hour before they closed and get some extra inside time. <br /><i><br />You just want to see the pretty blonde librarian. </i><br /><br />Dean shook off the taunt of his inner voice. Sure, she was pretty but—no doubt—way out of his league. <br /><br /><i>What was her name again?</i> Alice, Alora... no... Alina. Beautiful name for a beautiful lady.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsRFXkWZ09KTCsxfLWkr18dlnhVUqOC2_IIIViMpn7O-xYD6ELqlis0DQhQwpvcN65p2loa7SAvlu9LnDvi5mLf_RA_e6tpLkoCkKlSouTyQuBHE7KpfJjThn0Dg4ezmKBcJWO7ddOFN7UAnyMmFitmyX7dQ4Da5rrRXt87xpDy2ZLcWW0GeElGyp7w/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsRFXkWZ09KTCsxfLWkr18dlnhVUqOC2_IIIViMpn7O-xYD6ELqlis0DQhQwpvcN65p2loa7SAvlu9LnDvi5mLf_RA_e6tpLkoCkKlSouTyQuBHE7KpfJjThn0Dg4ezmKBcJWO7ddOFN7UAnyMmFitmyX7dQ4Da5rrRXt87xpDy2ZLcWW0GeElGyp7w/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIrCB36j1OpsAkNna9QqPeGZTiaXES02Nw6QZvP4fglMsjLXgJ9p8VmEWkBWeVFMJrbH357fCR5kgK_bIBT3kLKWeDpf0FaU9Eca9mkSD0XjgRkO9tpieI_WJkVnVgHfbiRuMU4qH3QbCTZm_jOkW9gWVOdWvBhasgBnuMqz6INgLm_WoHlCAleXu8bw/s450/Nancy's%20Avatar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="436" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIrCB36j1OpsAkNna9QqPeGZTiaXES02Nw6QZvP4fglMsjLXgJ9p8VmEWkBWeVFMJrbH357fCR5kgK_bIBT3kLKWeDpf0FaU9Eca9mkSD0XjgRkO9tpieI_WJkVnVgHfbiRuMU4qH3QbCTZm_jOkW9gWVOdWvBhasgBnuMqz6INgLm_WoHlCAleXu8bw/w194-h200/Nancy's%20Avatar.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Nancy Fraser</b> a Top 100 best-selling and award-winning author. She is the 2022 winner of the <i><b>NEST</b> (National Excellence in Story Telling)</i> award for her western historical romance, <i>An Honorable Man for Katarina</i>.</div><div><br />She's also the granddaughter of a Methodist minister known for his fire-and-brimstone approach to his faith. Nancy has brought some of his spirit into her Christian romances. And, her own off-beat sense of humor to her clean & wholesome books.<br /><br />When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://romancesweetreads.blogspot.com/p/sweet-romance-from-author-nancy-fraser.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Nancy's Sweet Reads</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://facebook.com/nancyfraserauthor" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B09FTH655Z " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://bookbub.com/profile/nancy-fraser " target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>BookBub</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://twitter.com/RomWriterNancy" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Twitter</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://eepurl.com/bxkKvD" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Nancy's Newsletter Sign-Up</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5Fs6A0KTqv34_t6ubveGuxTAkASHHjGtbe_PHkkZmZL6_mn6hwWuXusBqc3X839hAOsfwHof9yKojjtoGYqBHlIQg3oZHrUaOxVd7kmwnf8THO8G-sYfJXYSHZEMAzKGSakqW8VTqRGjE-KRzbJYu4gyQxi9bFYKaSG63XCaII4deyyy_EnPMwSoSg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5Fs6A0KTqv34_t6ubveGuxTAkASHHjGtbe_PHkkZmZL6_mn6hwWuXusBqc3X839hAOsfwHof9yKojjtoGYqBHlIQg3oZHrUaOxVd7kmwnf8THO8G-sYfJXYSHZEMAzKGSakqW8VTqRGjE-KRzbJYu4gyQxi9bFYKaSG63XCaII4deyyy_EnPMwSoSg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0F2G658aQEkDI5XfdYvNHjjtlP20vH99tnvAQVIX1DNO9NofZckI2j00RgHQxwEY8Wi-DKdRMCbOCVrJwj0tC1YFESYEYMWW5BPx6KdPRV31w530nKGpZCkGif31vGyq-poRMWtC24ReT2Yc2NW4iI4zkwscxjpOfTJXwCipgpuvjCbLgRCKqj7hNQg/s1080/Easter%20Holiday%20Meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0F2G658aQEkDI5XfdYvNHjjtlP20vH99tnvAQVIX1DNO9NofZckI2j00RgHQxwEY8Wi-DKdRMCbOCVrJwj0tC1YFESYEYMWW5BPx6KdPRV31w530nKGpZCkGif31vGyq-poRMWtC24ReT2Yc2NW4iI4zkwscxjpOfTJXwCipgpuvjCbLgRCKqj7hNQg/w400-h400/Easter%20Holiday%20Meme.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We're continuing our romantic stroll through the holidays with Easter romances. You can find all the Small-Town Holiday Romances on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BWHSSDJK" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Kindle Unlimited</b></span></a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Throughout the year, this same group of talented authors, along with others, will bring you stories for <i>4th of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas,</i> and <i>New Years</i>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you for stopping by. Come back soon for a peek at the next book in this series. Until then, stay happy, stay healthy, stay well read.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><b>Nancy</b></i></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com1New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-31818838537530772442023-03-06T02:00:00.004-08:002023-03-06T02:00:00.144-08:00ELLEN ~RESCUE ME ~ MAIL~ORDER BRIDES - Book 10) by Author ELISSA STRATI *Book Birthday*<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtoIAfbtUWkh-iwt5llZgzZglnVeV7aKID3iYhgxfeTry-a7xXoVhvkaE2zWt5RyHjVJpF5VctZHk6U2lD26jlq_RfbxIUmBY05FV4XfQ02pu3mZc7caOVqjsNZDDhl2MbI87gDuPewuYq8JgARFuD5N6Qva53lGtRjkZkOrn8tp2lL-hjqegPmDmNng/s1640/BookBrushImage-2023-3-6-0-5358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtoIAfbtUWkh-iwt5llZgzZglnVeV7aKID3iYhgxfeTry-a7xXoVhvkaE2zWt5RyHjVJpF5VctZHk6U2lD26jlq_RfbxIUmBY05FV4XfQ02pu3mZc7caOVqjsNZDDhl2MbI87gDuPewuYq8JgARFuD5N6Qva53lGtRjkZkOrn8tp2lL-hjqegPmDmNng/w640-h334/BookBrushImage-2023-3-6-0-5358.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Welcome back to <b><i>Romance Sweet Reads</i></b>. Today we're going to continue with our feature of a new series of sweet/inspirational, western historical romances. The series, <b><i>RESCUE ME (Mail-Order Brides)</i></b> consists of twenty-five books, releasing once per week, every Monday. So, sit back and enjoy!</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p>The tenth book in the <i><b>Rescue Me (Mail Order Brides)</b></i> series, is <span style="color: #45818e;"><b><i>Ellen</i></b></span>, by Author <b>Elissa Strati</b>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYdfoZCaSmauUD10ksXcs_bORrheJvhF4r0sgFoBMb6_W0IgiG3R6LET7DQeCMp3VZ5W6eQTtzD__heZQ401aplkX_NmgledPe5GQqC_jf-LbxjeYqEGHQLbYgAuw9ZmtpLrfk_TF-K2h13n17-VvuhJey0lfLNOnMsxI3OLMrtMJJ2zis75FXhm0aw/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYdfoZCaSmauUD10ksXcs_bORrheJvhF4r0sgFoBMb6_W0IgiG3R6LET7DQeCMp3VZ5W6eQTtzD__heZQ401aplkX_NmgledPe5GQqC_jf-LbxjeYqEGHQLbYgAuw9ZmtpLrfk_TF-K2h13n17-VvuhJey0lfLNOnMsxI3OLMrtMJJ2zis75FXhm0aw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuHJFQw1pOTdurHMuzw98Pi-rmAz8f_dYQI6HyCzfejbbcluQwRNFI2Gi43z3mPC953LxPEeJSEGw6JrRmHHUTkFgzSOgWjC2aROpPne5uPmt0c9WJH7GtTILNMmZoaAlQLje4oVmYLUIjdlJIWgrlB4I3xJj9-c65DZgveNtBmn508tdp1SaEtATiPA/s1000/BookBrushImage8061.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuHJFQw1pOTdurHMuzw98Pi-rmAz8f_dYQI6HyCzfejbbcluQwRNFI2Gi43z3mPC953LxPEeJSEGw6JrRmHHUTkFgzSOgWjC2aROpPne5uPmt0c9WJH7GtTILNMmZoaAlQLje4oVmYLUIjdlJIWgrlB4I3xJj9-c65DZgveNtBmn508tdp1SaEtATiPA/w484-h640/BookBrushImage8061.png" width="484" /></a></div><b><i>A flapper in a fix!</i></b><br /><br />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?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusively on </b><span style="color: #45818e;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BLC72DG6" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></b></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN--hsVj6DK4dlAsnaBqcBPoPP8rESUJyCmybVdXUvd7duida-1IpLS6VrzOQv9EPkJxU-9WjKIh6lkYVgoibqzPZuzj58O_HtwVat4RIkv3zG2_Dh9nMB4L3MMBlw8uMPlpImX7iyWGvGDlTH4ntGVJ49-hR947nf9OngS46byV-vIGCn9Qg9axbZYA/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN--hsVj6DK4dlAsnaBqcBPoPP8rESUJyCmybVdXUvd7duida-1IpLS6VrzOQv9EPkJxU-9WjKIh6lkYVgoibqzPZuzj58O_HtwVat4RIkv3zG2_Dh9nMB4L3MMBlw8uMPlpImX7iyWGvGDlTH4ntGVJ49-hR947nf9OngS46byV-vIGCn9Qg9axbZYA/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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.<br /><br />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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizY4YZV_K93qcgeEptVnUax-Hjia4zpnngQbk-iYEF72ZV6eCwEcoBQM7KKJqwuaXm4P3eLL6GLA_sLO98OAfAmxN1KZuVHazhTXnfe9TnMeA_b10gO24UssomOM1dqUJbhmjLJbwxUGukyM7CDQ_n2IVVIH7lZw5FRfEsZpUaTQcbm_ckIh-ZnhKRQw/s1080/BookBrushImage-2023-3-6-0-5415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizY4YZV_K93qcgeEptVnUax-Hjia4zpnngQbk-iYEF72ZV6eCwEcoBQM7KKJqwuaXm4P3eLL6GLA_sLO98OAfAmxN1KZuVHazhTXnfe9TnMeA_b10gO24UssomOM1dqUJbhmjLJbwxUGukyM7CDQ_n2IVVIH7lZw5FRfEsZpUaTQcbm_ckIh-ZnhKRQw/s320/BookBrushImage-2023-3-6-0-5415.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Stumbling a bit, as he went back down the stairs, Sydney took a few more steps, arms flailing and then caught his heel on the edge of the sidewalk and fell down into the grass.</div><br />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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />“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.<br /><br />By now the sounds of the commotion had penetrated into the nearest houses, and heads were beginning to poke through windows.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">“What did Tatters bring you last night?”<br /><br />One was almost embarrassed not to have been a recipient of his largess!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhf1bcu6IFsGxc5yKNFui56DOGmGB25KhvpCQDG8Xt06s_FW04oMQWi5LL7RezWP0JWTMTtmGCj3SloiOxIK_6z0pp_WEb690QT1AX0B5P3QRXDwtro_kxbEjMjbc3PGe3-jGmPDhODco-bwHamLvrzMRSdWHjyu5fYuS-d2P22j20UI2mX7vdaKANBCg=s600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhf1bcu6IFsGxc5yKNFui56DOGmGB25KhvpCQDG8Xt06s_FW04oMQWi5LL7RezWP0JWTMTtmGCj3SloiOxIK_6z0pp_WEb690QT1AX0B5P3QRXDwtro_kxbEjMjbc3PGe3-jGmPDhODco-bwHamLvrzMRSdWHjyu5fYuS-d2P22j20UI2mX7vdaKANBCg=w400-h100" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjAj821vtP9dU-9TwXTwX7dQ9FR7b9bAtBXFdU3BNyhBNq0GtVA37jjhdFG5gqHVVfb1W4iw3rfvocKF5IxTX-r0pimsJhxjLgcd4yan6yNNy-fl4RfsPlBDA4d1gYiiGhYX_mhWL8pRtgNW_d3NKeeoxApE6Yg7g5PXgQFGI9OdpYf-NGEAUQkjE8RA=s450" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="450" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjAj821vtP9dU-9TwXTwX7dQ9FR7b9bAtBXFdU3BNyhBNq0GtVA37jjhdFG5gqHVVfb1W4iw3rfvocKF5IxTX-r0pimsJhxjLgcd4yan6yNNy-fl4RfsPlBDA4d1gYiiGhYX_mhWL8pRtgNW_d3NKeeoxApE6Yg7g5PXgQFGI9OdpYf-NGEAUQkjE8RA=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></div><br style="font-size: large;" /><div style="font-size: large;">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</div><br style="font-size: large;" /><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Elissa-Strati/e/B077GLWD94/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ElissaStratiAuthor/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a></span></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisrtnppTeebcX-Nw4ck1INCrs7TLLaknIPgVlddQNm1Mlc3pRXaDhxxrCyP5mywo53l9Clm8_o2uzmwCKm1LkgAl6HR14iJFMhWQCdvgqTLOL_phkugLT5JMzeCbIPxk0dh8tt132e0rtub5vK7a1hYxOl4zXIVIpLOR_MNc8LKIfPBerU_PXR-02AKQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisrtnppTeebcX-Nw4ck1INCrs7TLLaknIPgVlddQNm1Mlc3pRXaDhxxrCyP5mywo53l9Clm8_o2uzmwCKm1LkgAl6HR14iJFMhWQCdvgqTLOL_phkugLT5JMzeCbIPxk0dh8tt132e0rtub5vK7a1hYxOl4zXIVIpLOR_MNc8LKIfPBerU_PXR-02AKQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_apx0tlDJpPywH0V7B18jSR9CuW8AIxGbmUia2dA89ORiUk6-8F_ghjKe-_ptrWi6KMv0HccHFBMZ5u4NsOVliUmTRH5U9ij-OBIINK1DcI4AJ0Yxq8xn1UAGWaXampDilUUj6DEQHl2WuKQE6TVs7HKFV6J04lSCYwv4onmL-aZ_6y3fz2nnlk8DRA/s1640/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_apx0tlDJpPywH0V7B18jSR9CuW8AIxGbmUia2dA89ORiUk6-8F_ghjKe-_ptrWi6KMv0HccHFBMZ5u4NsOVliUmTRH5U9ij-OBIINK1DcI4AJ0Yxq8xn1UAGWaXampDilUUj6DEQHl2WuKQE6TVs7HKFV6J04lSCYwv4onmL-aZ_6y3fz2nnlk8DRA/w640-h334/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire Rescue Me ~ Mail-Order Brides series exclusively on</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BKLNTH1N" target="_blank"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you for stopping by. Please come back again next week for another feature on this wonderful series. Until then, stay happy, healthy, and safe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><b>Nancy</b></i></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com2New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-83486754540103140712023-02-27T03:00:00.007-08:002023-02-27T03:45:06.849-08:00AMANDA (RESCUE ME ~ MAIL~ORDER BRIDES - Book 9) by Author MARIANNE SPITZER *Book Birthday*<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtN8aZMAzmkheK4otlSkQj9iaWbNLufe5vg7ab1F0OvZA3fNcWnKOHjBEhW-LHv9ED7FTwCqs2u5CeTM-R-VH6ZB_1nwv_KTmeTXcZnDyS266F2aN9krqIj11ud1_K-U3KHKKNzX7QKh6uytZLmxMH1ZHiuV5MFlEgZLr3PHL9ji_xyUME3TeBDD2U8g/s1640/Amanda%20BB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtN8aZMAzmkheK4otlSkQj9iaWbNLufe5vg7ab1F0OvZA3fNcWnKOHjBEhW-LHv9ED7FTwCqs2u5CeTM-R-VH6ZB_1nwv_KTmeTXcZnDyS266F2aN9krqIj11ud1_K-U3KHKKNzX7QKh6uytZLmxMH1ZHiuV5MFlEgZLr3PHL9ji_xyUME3TeBDD2U8g/w640-h334/Amanda%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Welcome back to <b><i>Romance Sweet Reads</i></b>. Today we're going to continue with our feature of a new series of sweet/inspirational, western historical romances. The series, <b><i>RESCUE ME (Mail-Order Brides)</i></b> consists of twenty-five books, releasing once per week, every Monday. So, sit back and enjoy!</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p>The ninth book in the <i><b>Rescue Me (Mail Order Brides)</b></i> series, is <span style="color: #45818e;"><b><i>Amanda</i></b></span>, by Author <b>Marianne Spitzer</b>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYdfoZCaSmauUD10ksXcs_bORrheJvhF4r0sgFoBMb6_W0IgiG3R6LET7DQeCMp3VZ5W6eQTtzD__heZQ401aplkX_NmgledPe5GQqC_jf-LbxjeYqEGHQLbYgAuw9ZmtpLrfk_TF-K2h13n17-VvuhJey0lfLNOnMsxI3OLMrtMJJ2zis75FXhm0aw/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYdfoZCaSmauUD10ksXcs_bORrheJvhF4r0sgFoBMb6_W0IgiG3R6LET7DQeCMp3VZ5W6eQTtzD__heZQ401aplkX_NmgledPe5GQqC_jf-LbxjeYqEGHQLbYgAuw9ZmtpLrfk_TF-K2h13n17-VvuhJey0lfLNOnMsxI3OLMrtMJJ2zis75FXhm0aw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywjBffuChQqL4A-HLqFBXcuOEmQESCmvtVMGVE2Wb_YfcdmM0ULfpTJYrUEHYd_HJ2Mx7KXZPCfCQtCX_f_yHEkoYTig-AqXTcmdALmyp7FM-Gf1e255H9HJzUlyrOKBG4SQPnJJu-cm1r1GEbyr9YIz-tH6vQrucvmuaX5ww1pDYiGCZCls5vTLcLQ/s1000/Amanda%20Frame.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywjBffuChQqL4A-HLqFBXcuOEmQESCmvtVMGVE2Wb_YfcdmM0ULfpTJYrUEHYd_HJ2Mx7KXZPCfCQtCX_f_yHEkoYTig-AqXTcmdALmyp7FM-Gf1e255H9HJzUlyrOKBG4SQPnJJu-cm1r1GEbyr9YIz-tH6vQrucvmuaX5ww1pDYiGCZCls5vTLcLQ/w484-h640/Amanda%20Frame.png" width="484" /></a></div>Amanda Sutton, the nanny to a wealthy family in Chicago, becomes suspicious of her employer when the man’s wife dies unexpectedly.<br /><br />Overhearing a conversation between her employer and his lover, Amanda knows she needs to flee town before the man realizes Amanda knows more than she should.<br /><br />Amanda finds an ad from a man who wants a mail-order bride immediately. In a panic that her employer would come after her, Amanda doesn’t give much thought to the strange ad. Instead, she leaves for Wyoming on the next train heading west.<br /><br />When she arrives in Wyoming, things are not as expected, but the sheriff helps her find a nanny position. All seems well until the man she ran from comes to town looking for her.<br /><br /><b><i>Can a woman running for her life and a man who doesn’t want a woman in his life fall in love and find happiness</i>?</b><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusive on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BK5XSXMQ" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibm8vL6_4edEeEEqizy241387XXQ_Z_MlYGxTAEZGYIZpKHuKR3hpbGl0v7rGUTVjCG2mxgRWAK2TJ4msq_uMbQdOsLr4mHS7zZ1NHlgWFUn7hbPMNRNSwiH2D3kIB32CeUTRql_WBK1Y4Yd8Uje-ob11DTg6U5GpyaqkPnAD2e1txOh9DT-PKx-NVPw/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibm8vL6_4edEeEEqizy241387XXQ_Z_MlYGxTAEZGYIZpKHuKR3hpbGl0v7rGUTVjCG2mxgRWAK2TJ4msq_uMbQdOsLr4mHS7zZ1NHlgWFUn7hbPMNRNSwiH2D3kIB32CeUTRql_WBK1Y4Yd8Uje-ob11DTg6U5GpyaqkPnAD2e1txOh9DT-PKx-NVPw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div>"He tipped his hat and said, “Good afternoon, miss. I’m Sheriff Quint Steele. May I be of any assistance? It appears you’re waiting for someone.”<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMCvUqgIufkAQI3tNvcrLl5wysNlSXXsPQPqzmW-jAdAgpqueueTRX3Xv31wc8K-s0r3s4u6ybgka2FyLNQsPgW6ZZ5FjWuN7TNQeQRF1In6QGld5tU2bWPePjcBDpnx1IoGfkh2AzCSb3k15xLhLpixhpX8fQDyTG_6PB7oRDIqw98I5V0kO_uOGDIw/s1080/Amanda%20Meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMCvUqgIufkAQI3tNvcrLl5wysNlSXXsPQPqzmW-jAdAgpqueueTRX3Xv31wc8K-s0r3s4u6ybgka2FyLNQsPgW6ZZ5FjWuN7TNQeQRF1In6QGld5tU2bWPePjcBDpnx1IoGfkh2AzCSb3k15xLhLpixhpX8fQDyTG_6PB7oRDIqw98I5V0kO_uOGDIw/s320/Amanda%20Meme.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Amanda smiled and said, “Yes, I am. I’m waiting for my fiancé, but I arrived a day early. Perhaps he didn’t get my telegram.”<br /><br />“Your fiancé? Congratulations. If you tell me his name, maybe I can send my deputy after him and let him know you’ve arrived.”<br /><br />“Oh, thank you,” Amanda replied. “His name is Cyril Reymond, and he owns a ranch close to town.”<br /><br />The smile fell from the sheriff’s face, and a frown took its place. “We should sit down and discuss this. I assume you’re here in answer to his mail-order bride ad?”<br /><br />Amanda nodded and sat back down on the bench.<br /><br />“He’s not dead or injured, is he?” Amanda stammered.<br /><br />Sheriff Steele shrugged. “Not to my knowledge, but you should know a few things before meeting Cyril Reymond.”<br /><br />Amanda nodded again.<br /><br />The sheriff began to explain. “Cyril Reymond owns a saloon several miles from here. It sits closer to Cheyenne than it does to Prairieville and has quite a reputation. Nothing that anyone has been able to prove, but rumor has it he sends for mail-order brides, convinces them that he has a huge ranch not too far from town, and that she can stay there safely until the traveling preacher comes around. He runs ads using several local communities where the women have arrived. Too many disappearing from the same town would be suspicious. He doesn’t always come in person. More often than not, he sends one of his men, who claims he’s the ranch foreman. But, of course, most people don’t report a missing mail-order bride. We have a preacher here in town, but Reymond is a fast talker and spirits the women out of town nearly as soon as they set foot in town. You’re fortunate you arrived a day early.”</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlscMlKKWkue5jzOe7gK3lyKBX4h_N7zeLz8-7sWAB09YQy7T4d5jRbwxMEMYjq-Fv7ol7utMYHOiwAl6btDwF-HlzBrvttvugEHUc3vvxadDsBvLgznQV8FWk1KmibhlHfPXi4ZMsLj5M2Niv8ht-wzvy42onQeISpanJsQbi21ZFxHXqJu0LjxoQEw/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlscMlKKWkue5jzOe7gK3lyKBX4h_N7zeLz8-7sWAB09YQy7T4d5jRbwxMEMYjq-Fv7ol7utMYHOiwAl6btDwF-HlzBrvttvugEHUc3vvxadDsBvLgznQV8FWk1KmibhlHfPXi4ZMsLj5M2Niv8ht-wzvy42onQeISpanJsQbi21ZFxHXqJu0LjxoQEw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipc9aajeZQAyw42S5EvHzk1obHsD6x9mRtpuWBxxkGi-WXqN9hvQ1q6O0-HBUSaS3J58wd_Qu_Zz2ymeBii48VKR3m3ZSu98r1CZAKyk9bDxTTBsWkZ5I83Uf8P-s0lWTK3wTFFSN1g_CBx5xaX5GE6hB_9QhwffP9O1uU8q9bRKXWTeO5rU_ynfrfA/s1200/Marianne%20-%20framed.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="906" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipc9aajeZQAyw42S5EvHzk1obHsD6x9mRtpuWBxxkGi-WXqN9hvQ1q6O0-HBUSaS3J58wd_Qu_Zz2ymeBii48VKR3m3ZSu98r1CZAKyk9bDxTTBsWkZ5I83Uf8P-s0lWTK3wTFFSN1g_CBx5xaX5GE6hB_9QhwffP9O1uU8q9bRKXWTeO5rU_ynfrfA/s320/Marianne%20-%20framed.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><br />My passion is writing. When I am not writing, I am reading or watching sunsets. I have been writing short stories since I was in elementary school. Most were in the form of essays relating real-life events. Many were purely imaginary trips to magical places and times. I enjoy making up stories about people I meet or see on the street. My imagination runs wild and free. Besides my novels and companion short stories, I have self-published a book of children’s stories I used to tell to my granddaughter, Brittney, and two books of supernatural short stories.<br /><br />I have been reading and loving supernatural stories and mysteries since I picked up my first Nancy Drew book. I also read all the Hardy Boy books I could find. I am a fan of Stephen King, Wendy Corsi Staub, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and Agatha Christie. I also have a romantic side that is drawn to the mail-order bride stories of the 1800s.<br /><br />I write cozy mystery, supernatural mystery, and Western Historical romance.<br /><br />I love spring, summer, and starlight, but ice and snow make my dislike list. I have two children and two grandchildren who are the joys of my life. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b><a href="https://mariannespitzer.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Marianne's Website</span></a> </b></span>~ <a href="https://www.facebook.com/mariannespitzerauthor" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://twitter.com/MarianneSpitzer" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Twitter</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Marianne-Spitzer/e/B007VIFHEI/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisrtnppTeebcX-Nw4ck1INCrs7TLLaknIPgVlddQNm1Mlc3pRXaDhxxrCyP5mywo53l9Clm8_o2uzmwCKm1LkgAl6HR14iJFMhWQCdvgqTLOL_phkugLT5JMzeCbIPxk0dh8tt132e0rtub5vK7a1hYxOl4zXIVIpLOR_MNc8LKIfPBerU_PXR-02AKQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisrtnppTeebcX-Nw4ck1INCrs7TLLaknIPgVlddQNm1Mlc3pRXaDhxxrCyP5mywo53l9Clm8_o2uzmwCKm1LkgAl6HR14iJFMhWQCdvgqTLOL_phkugLT5JMzeCbIPxk0dh8tt132e0rtub5vK7a1hYxOl4zXIVIpLOR_MNc8LKIfPBerU_PXR-02AKQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_apx0tlDJpPywH0V7B18jSR9CuW8AIxGbmUia2dA89ORiUk6-8F_ghjKe-_ptrWi6KMv0HccHFBMZ5u4NsOVliUmTRH5U9ij-OBIINK1DcI4AJ0Yxq8xn1UAGWaXampDilUUj6DEQHl2WuKQE6TVs7HKFV6J04lSCYwv4onmL-aZ_6y3fz2nnlk8DRA/s1640/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_apx0tlDJpPywH0V7B18jSR9CuW8AIxGbmUia2dA89ORiUk6-8F_ghjKe-_ptrWi6KMv0HccHFBMZ5u4NsOVliUmTRH5U9ij-OBIINK1DcI4AJ0Yxq8xn1UAGWaXampDilUUj6DEQHl2WuKQE6TVs7HKFV6J04lSCYwv4onmL-aZ_6y3fz2nnlk8DRA/w640-h334/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire Rescue Me ~ Mail-Order Brides series exclusively on</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BKLNTH1N" target="_blank"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you for stopping by. Please come back again next week for another feature on this wonderful series. Until then, stay happy, healthy, and safe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><b>Nancy</b></i></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com5New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-36142821972271004162023-02-20T02:00:00.054-08:002023-02-20T02:00:00.153-08:00ELISE (RESCUE ME ~ MAIL~ORDER BRIDES - Book 8) by Author ZINA ABBOTT *Book Birthday*<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx5vszTdGuX5fzWE3mYJpp2u52Bo5Gh8BK5ekJ22LULlNbQofuFY3ib6A1qs5fUWxgsSw2HqyLWTUqAGvNckxEIbbe6V-ZJi-TGL2MAiUc6_hXBl2B5xo2N5PpjzHhHSi4aTbknyBjvCWJPhHGhotnJ-rkNMbb9Qw4kRen0NCixqmw-dJ7Y-h30XipFg/s1640/Elise%20BB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx5vszTdGuX5fzWE3mYJpp2u52Bo5Gh8BK5ekJ22LULlNbQofuFY3ib6A1qs5fUWxgsSw2HqyLWTUqAGvNckxEIbbe6V-ZJi-TGL2MAiUc6_hXBl2B5xo2N5PpjzHhHSi4aTbknyBjvCWJPhHGhotnJ-rkNMbb9Qw4kRen0NCixqmw-dJ7Y-h30XipFg/w640-h334/Elise%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Welcome back to <b><i>Romance Sweet Reads</i></b>. Today we're going to continue with our feature of a new series of sweet/inspirational, western historical romances. The series, <b><i>RESCUE ME (Mail-Order Brides)</i></b> consists of twenty-five books, releasing once per week, every Monday. So, sit back and enjoy!</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p>The eighth book in the <i><b>Rescue Me (Mail Order Brides)</b></i> series, is <span style="color: #45818e;"><b><i>Elise</i></b></span>, by Author <b>Zina Abbott</b>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYdfoZCaSmauUD10ksXcs_bORrheJvhF4r0sgFoBMb6_W0IgiG3R6LET7DQeCMp3VZ5W6eQTtzD__heZQ401aplkX_NmgledPe5GQqC_jf-LbxjeYqEGHQLbYgAuw9ZmtpLrfk_TF-K2h13n17-VvuhJey0lfLNOnMsxI3OLMrtMJJ2zis75FXhm0aw/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYdfoZCaSmauUD10ksXcs_bORrheJvhF4r0sgFoBMb6_W0IgiG3R6LET7DQeCMp3VZ5W6eQTtzD__heZQ401aplkX_NmgledPe5GQqC_jf-LbxjeYqEGHQLbYgAuw9ZmtpLrfk_TF-K2h13n17-VvuhJey0lfLNOnMsxI3OLMrtMJJ2zis75FXhm0aw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRDCDqbvApnA0X1QLvlJ7kCOjQd4H9mlLtbCwNzxDVoecLiO_IfdNAo8aIih5UxzJ4mBiNjpPa8mIdCltaqwwwScDRez6dwCxWsTV2EuNQXIDIgnshutfA0Ez78WP9TttBcpx-VkqsbzC7EgVAunAlUx03zdTcCjIkulTKYL2NFan6qU7Dk0NhR8brqg/s1000/Elise%20Frame.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRDCDqbvApnA0X1QLvlJ7kCOjQd4H9mlLtbCwNzxDVoecLiO_IfdNAo8aIih5UxzJ4mBiNjpPa8mIdCltaqwwwScDRez6dwCxWsTV2EuNQXIDIgnshutfA0Ez78WP9TttBcpx-VkqsbzC7EgVAunAlUx03zdTcCjIkulTKYL2NFan6qU7Dk0NhR8brqg/w484-h640/Elise%20Frame.png" width="484" /></a></div>Desperate to reach the United States, Elise Meyer accepts a marriage offer from a New York German-speaking widower in exchange for her first working three years as a nanny for his two children while he finishes his university education. Once she arrives in New York, she discovers the situation is not what was agreed to. She soon realizes the children’s grandfather, a displaced Prussian landowner, does not have honorable intentions. One night, after he attacks her, she grabs a knife and fights back. Worried she might have killed him, she flees.<br /><br />Kurt Neumann recently finished his eleven-year plus enlistment and is relieved to see the last of the U.S. Army. While he was in, although he fought when needed, he spent most of his time cooking for the troops. Having saved most of his earnings, he has a general plan in place for his future, but is in limbo regarding some of the details, including where he will settle. He meets a pretty German woman who speaks no English. Falling back on the German he learned from his German relatives, he is able to communicate. Once they realize a detective is after Elise, intent on taking her back to answer for her crime, Kurt must make a decision. Will he avoid complications by walking away, or will he help her escape?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BK8JXDGS" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7jAFHQzUxJTNRPlCOmQpUuLdWVjyHUKRsP7uaooxQGe0Uso20C0HPbGnKaNfyFwuEwK2m1m5qjeywTXfg95bQL7_xLzjhTuAywwaoNrguFtZYYnY0-loZePE8M0Y0fkYJeRHuI7L5wSrxjfWl7-SKSDugfMY4-YLHKedSDQoDZhvW4EZWwKaHGIZTcA/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7jAFHQzUxJTNRPlCOmQpUuLdWVjyHUKRsP7uaooxQGe0Uso20C0HPbGnKaNfyFwuEwK2m1m5qjeywTXfg95bQL7_xLzjhTuAywwaoNrguFtZYYnY0-loZePE8M0Y0fkYJeRHuI7L5wSrxjfWl7-SKSDugfMY4-YLHKedSDQoDZhvW4EZWwKaHGIZTcA/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Now, with the large knife
she used to chop vegetables for Hannah’s soup in her hand, Anja all but froze
as she listened to the approach of heavy footsteps.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Frau</i> Schmitt, leave your stove and join you husband up front. You
can polish glasses. I need to speak with <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Fräulein</i>
Meyer.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMXKtd-GST-sw_R5I-4Ru0DVI4o4LZxxSmMKCuQIrPCcvLojO60wLtvKGVMQzndZVaMqDcNpXM8D-6tRoH9DRNKE7A0pr75CRQ-rgWrUIH-Menix0nXnjPCGnON-CbB_qBIvJoz1cEd8_enh1SBjWh50ajZl7u_v-Qy88AF_UedA9NtN2xKGHTjed2Q/s1080/Elise%20Meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMXKtd-GST-sw_R5I-4Ru0DVI4o4LZxxSmMKCuQIrPCcvLojO60wLtvKGVMQzndZVaMqDcNpXM8D-6tRoH9DRNKE7A0pr75CRQ-rgWrUIH-Menix0nXnjPCGnON-CbB_qBIvJoz1cEd8_enh1SBjWh50ajZl7u_v-Qy88AF_UedA9NtN2xKGHTjed2Q/s320/Elise%20Meme.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Hannah Schmitt, without
saying a word, tapped the handle of her wooden spoon against the edge of her
stockpot before setting it next to the stove. She exited the kitchen.<o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Fräulein</i> Meyer, the nurse we hired to watch the children did not
work out.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Keeping her gaze on the
wooden cutting surface where she had been chopping carrots, Anja held the knife
in place as she dipped her chin to acknowledge his statement.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Look at me when I speak
to you!” Volume raised, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Herr</i> Kleist,
standing at the end of the counter so he was at a right angle to Anja, grabbed
the counter edges with both hands as he leaned toward her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Anja jerked her head up
and twisted her neck to meet her employer’s gaze. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Usually, it is expected of a peasant to show deference by keeping their
eyes on the ground. </i>She could smell the alcohol on his breath, and it was
not beer.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“There is no one to watch
our grandsons. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Frau</i> Kleist has asked
me to bring you back to the nursery. But, I do not know if I want you to leave
the kitchen. If you wish for me to agree to letting you work as a nurse again,
I expect something in return.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Herr</i>
Kleist released his grip on the counter and began to sidle around the edge
toward Anja. “You understand what I am telling you?<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i>When I tell you to come to me, you will come, and you will give me
what I want.” His gaze focused on her bosom, he slowly lifted a hand.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Anja understood all too
well what he meant. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Nein, Herr </i>Kleist.
I will not be your <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Hure</i>.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I did not come to America to be any man’s
whore.</i> “I prefer to stay in the kitchen.” Without loosening her grip on the
knife handle, she dropped both hands to her sides and stepped back.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I own you. You will do
what I say.” The man, his hands outstretched, lunged for Anja.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Her breaths coming in
gasping heaves, Anja grunted out cries of distress through parted lips as she
sought to block the man’s attack with her arm. As he pressed toward her, she
stumbled backward until her backside collided with the baking hutch. As soon as
she felt him grab handfuls of skirt, she crossed her arms chest high and pushed
with all her might. She heaved a breath of relief when he stumbled back.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You will pay for that, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Fräulein</i>.” His elbow bent and his
fingers tightly closed, he drew his arm back.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsRFXkWZ09KTCsxfLWkr18dlnhVUqOC2_IIIViMpn7O-xYD6ELqlis0DQhQwpvcN65p2loa7SAvlu9LnDvi5mLf_RA_e6tpLkoCkKlSouTyQuBHE7KpfJjThn0Dg4ezmKBcJWO7ddOFN7UAnyMmFitmyX7dQ4Da5rrRXt87xpDy2ZLcWW0GeElGyp7w/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsRFXkWZ09KTCsxfLWkr18dlnhVUqOC2_IIIViMpn7O-xYD6ELqlis0DQhQwpvcN65p2loa7SAvlu9LnDvi5mLf_RA_e6tpLkoCkKlSouTyQuBHE7KpfJjThn0Dg4ezmKBcJWO7ddOFN7UAnyMmFitmyX7dQ4Da5rrRXt87xpDy2ZLcWW0GeElGyp7w/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDMoLfrXnNlTIor3F233-HVDjzlh_JV68mhC_q9pB2SetdgTYSut-eHAKrn-iv7-h1cw0Sc5UO4RhfeJ2uHBMxSNKWc6W2zBsfR-DoCRaJBNsmksb0SEsvq4RnihrUMDqd3F37K1uh14pNzTHIMCeZalAAO66J0BRCiXGOT9owZOCKNBfc2V7UDaCC-w/s492/Zina.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="492" data-original-width="492" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDMoLfrXnNlTIor3F233-HVDjzlh_JV68mhC_q9pB2SetdgTYSut-eHAKrn-iv7-h1cw0Sc5UO4RhfeJ2uHBMxSNKWc6W2zBsfR-DoCRaJBNsmksb0SEsvq4RnihrUMDqd3F37K1uh14pNzTHIMCeZalAAO66J0BRCiXGOT9owZOCKNBfc2V7UDaCC-w/w200-h200/Zina.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Zina Abbott is the pen name used by Robyn Echols for her historical novels. A member of Women Writing the West, Western Writers of America, and American Night Writers Association. She currently lives with her husband in California near the “Gateway to Yosemite.” When she is not piecing together novel plots, she pieces together quilt blocks.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zinaabbottbooks.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Blog</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100009502751501" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9805197.Zina_Abbott" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Goodreads</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://www.twitter.com/ZinaAbbott" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Twitter</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/profile/zina-abbott" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>BookBub</b></span></a> ~ <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Zina-Abbott/e/B00OWRJ3R8/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisrtnppTeebcX-Nw4ck1INCrs7TLLaknIPgVlddQNm1Mlc3pRXaDhxxrCyP5mywo53l9Clm8_o2uzmwCKm1LkgAl6HR14iJFMhWQCdvgqTLOL_phkugLT5JMzeCbIPxk0dh8tt132e0rtub5vK7a1hYxOl4zXIVIpLOR_MNc8LKIfPBerU_PXR-02AKQ/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisrtnppTeebcX-Nw4ck1INCrs7TLLaknIPgVlddQNm1Mlc3pRXaDhxxrCyP5mywo53l9Clm8_o2uzmwCKm1LkgAl6HR14iJFMhWQCdvgqTLOL_phkugLT5JMzeCbIPxk0dh8tt132e0rtub5vK7a1hYxOl4zXIVIpLOR_MNc8LKIfPBerU_PXR-02AKQ/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_apx0tlDJpPywH0V7B18jSR9CuW8AIxGbmUia2dA89ORiUk6-8F_ghjKe-_ptrWi6KMv0HccHFBMZ5u4NsOVliUmTRH5U9ij-OBIINK1DcI4AJ0Yxq8xn1UAGWaXampDilUUj6DEQHl2WuKQE6TVs7HKFV6J04lSCYwv4onmL-aZ_6y3fz2nnlk8DRA/s1640/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_apx0tlDJpPywH0V7B18jSR9CuW8AIxGbmUia2dA89ORiUk6-8F_ghjKe-_ptrWi6KMv0HccHFBMZ5u4NsOVliUmTRH5U9ij-OBIINK1DcI4AJ0Yxq8xn1UAGWaXampDilUUj6DEQHl2WuKQE6TVs7HKFV6J04lSCYwv4onmL-aZ_6y3fz2nnlk8DRA/w640-h334/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire Rescue Me ~ Mail-Order Brides series exclusively on</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BKLNTH1N" target="_blank"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you for stopping by. Please come back again next week for another feature on this wonderful series. Until then, stay happy, healthy, and safe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><b>Nancy</b></i></div></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com1New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-43436588951827677992023-02-13T03:00:00.004-08:002023-02-13T03:20:28.524-08:00MATHILDA (RESCUE ME ~ MAIL~ORDER BRIDES - Book 7) by Author SARAH LAMB *BOOK BIRTHDAY*<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1i2WlPAKHTE-Hy9FoGwTXUWimSeM4i2dJ0n-_8807UMe6bRdAjTuN-aLqx6MJx4-c8dzyoCKzB0QG9AEcFUIDWemyBrfYojcn-njWzi8WkE-vxPQO3mq6u_vooLN5ibVx5MRjLnos6LBGdSgzocHXkqZuENGzp14QYD7NXP4hcTE09-Ga_jNlyh4F6w/s1640/Mathilda%20BB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1i2WlPAKHTE-Hy9FoGwTXUWimSeM4i2dJ0n-_8807UMe6bRdAjTuN-aLqx6MJx4-c8dzyoCKzB0QG9AEcFUIDWemyBrfYojcn-njWzi8WkE-vxPQO3mq6u_vooLN5ibVx5MRjLnos6LBGdSgzocHXkqZuENGzp14QYD7NXP4hcTE09-Ga_jNlyh4F6w/w640-h334/Mathilda%20BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p>Welcome back to <b><i>Romance Sweet Reads</i></b>. Today we're going to continue with our feature of a new series of sweet/inspirational, western historical romances. The series, <b><i>RESCUE ME (Mail-Order Brides)</i></b> consists of twenty-five books, releasing once per week, every Monday. So, sit back and enjoy!</p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p>The seventh book in the <i><b>Rescue Me (Mail Order Brides)</b></i> series, is <span style="color: #45818e;"><b><i>Mathilda</i></b></span>, by Author <b>Sarah Lamb</b>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigN4DShpqoNV_GUJdv3bp4dmVr8KCPBF15lDcgrz9Qw2jO7VG8gCWsWDhuU5CaO22W_J5_v4hLhTgOfJuDZjohCaBR1I7uFHdaVlET6FoVmQekX8bEIACck3p3et1dgoAEs92dlUqKKq-VQSIMkreWnQmBuiX64_iFVsrIdv3kicXAX7bRlIDYqWoAMg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigN4DShpqoNV_GUJdv3bp4dmVr8KCPBF15lDcgrz9Qw2jO7VG8gCWsWDhuU5CaO22W_J5_v4hLhTgOfJuDZjohCaBR1I7uFHdaVlET6FoVmQekX8bEIACck3p3et1dgoAEs92dlUqKKq-VQSIMkreWnQmBuiX64_iFVsrIdv3kicXAX7bRlIDYqWoAMg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAiWWZiiCjGHWF2_uqmTrasNyKqrJqlV4dafEkqANu0OCQhM5ksg6J7Db7_C_jPxXuUzYop3JkDcsoFNe9vVtckVS6SzNkhvYcYkcNn7whyUPMUzUFfuQ-XoFlO81um8w83fuQ2fDMP7sSJNJa-O0A049158tG4Tl2tSpzNpfn6U9tIjD6PZHQR9ASQ/s1000/Mathilda%20Frame.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAiWWZiiCjGHWF2_uqmTrasNyKqrJqlV4dafEkqANu0OCQhM5ksg6J7Db7_C_jPxXuUzYop3JkDcsoFNe9vVtckVS6SzNkhvYcYkcNn7whyUPMUzUFfuQ-XoFlO81um8w83fuQ2fDMP7sSJNJa-O0A049158tG4Tl2tSpzNpfn6U9tIjD6PZHQR9ASQ/w484-h640/Mathilda%20Frame.png" width="484" /></a></div>The last thing Mathilda thought she’d be doing was boarding the Titanic to escape the danger hot on her heels. With knowledge of important papers that could get her killed and a wad of money, she’s trying to get as far away as she can with her older sister.<br /><br />Fleeing for her life, she becomes a mail order bride. However, Mathilda discovers she might not be able to keep her past a secret. The man she’s supposed to marry is a policeman, with a sixth sense she’s hiding something. He’s also the kindest man she’s ever met, and she’s quickly falling in love with him.<br /><br />By the time Mathilda decides to confess the truth and hope for the best, as well as his love in return, it may be too late, and lives may be lost.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BJ9PKMHQ" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Also availabe in <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BVD383XQ" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Print</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gpghVZ9BW5ot1nLF_2V3qjT5eiJ73SJ-tWJdVZ3DZF0LD6QYHye3L5mW5sm4jWeeslzxlzm_DxqSPlLHw9mMEeefkvHW23AcZIwUGnKOdT-p7qrzlkVJaYCcqSJRSqD8z2ivoTUqcyG-a4l2KplOKJG2CfF4NkJKIgcQGhHPEJde7-lnBfK6VGQ4Kw/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gpghVZ9BW5ot1nLF_2V3qjT5eiJ73SJ-tWJdVZ3DZF0LD6QYHye3L5mW5sm4jWeeslzxlzm_DxqSPlLHw9mMEeefkvHW23AcZIwUGnKOdT-p7qrzlkVJaYCcqSJRSqD8z2ivoTUqcyG-a4l2KplOKJG2CfF4NkJKIgcQGhHPEJde7-lnBfK6VGQ4Kw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />Mathilda exited and turned, waving goodbye as the train moved on without her. Determined not to linger on her fears, she spun around and looked right into the eyes of the most handsome man she’d ever seen. He wore the uniform of a police officer. <br /><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30OuxoBxqVcuu16j3U0BebJzfG-cQjElxqWstqxvF51xr8ZLofBjPJQw-BE3vpvAUTevvtw7dwCDHtGRnkIqCvfdp-JIad6bvVX7WHH_IabBZDVNbE9wyCiJaNMvtnuJmXZtprTGfH4n4DhSH60gDJ10P834bAlHZdz6OdnliPiTuyLsI5h6sryVjQA/s1080/Mathilda%20Meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30OuxoBxqVcuu16j3U0BebJzfG-cQjElxqWstqxvF51xr8ZLofBjPJQw-BE3vpvAUTevvtw7dwCDHtGRnkIqCvfdp-JIad6bvVX7WHH_IabBZDVNbE9wyCiJaNMvtnuJmXZtprTGfH4n4DhSH60gDJ10P834bAlHZdz6OdnliPiTuyLsI5h6sryVjQA/s320/Mathilda%20Meme.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>His dirty blond hair was curling slightly under his hat, which he tipped. “Ma’am,” he said. “Welcome to Midway.”<br /><br /> “Thank you,” she said softly, feeling very shy. Mathilda looked quickly around, then bit her lip. “I…I wonder if you could help me. I’m afraid I’m a bit lost. I just arrived, and I’m looking for Logan Fitzwick. I’m here to be his mail-order bride.”<br /><br /> The man looked at her, stunned. “My what?”<br /><br /> “Mail-order bride,” Mathilda repeated, her cheeks flaming. “I wired, and…” she stopped. It was a mistake. She knew it was. “You are Mr. Fitzwick?”<br /><br /> The man shook his head. “I’m sorry. Yes. I’ve been expecting you. I just wasn’t expecting someone as pretty as you are.” He eyed her critically. “What’s wrong with you? Why are you a mail-order bride?”<br /><br /> Stunned, Mathilda froze. She was bursting with embarrassment, but somehow she channeled her sister’s practiced haughtiness. “I beg your pardon? I’ve had a long journey. Perhaps the question is what’s wrong with you, that you had to order a mail-order bride?”<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPt4-Mu9yZNxuYmmP9iaqSWZ9jnHcLtli6E02BB82gCTqXysyD-pRo-Cu5TdfIgRXKwLW4u5dTTTCp_YA5IKdB-K1bdM5XVlBGkUgl1QyxI1GlUuIG3AnSDsBwcvE4bB7QTjban2c8ij88AUB4FO26i6bKaHO9ixYSsmxKOHw_td59kfqfhOL4NvsKw/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPt4-Mu9yZNxuYmmP9iaqSWZ9jnHcLtli6E02BB82gCTqXysyD-pRo-Cu5TdfIgRXKwLW4u5dTTTCp_YA5IKdB-K1bdM5XVlBGkUgl1QyxI1GlUuIG3AnSDsBwcvE4bB7QTjban2c8ij88AUB4FO26i6bKaHO9ixYSsmxKOHw_td59kfqfhOL4NvsKw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4mOW7bfe8cMTqA03OLXVXNB-EYyvDiGRBjiBydP3QaaMhQ6-XS04WmGbQOCI5gL8ONKul-AyoCqAdsUsU226RqtKD9S4TxImv61MVbRIq4FGob1U19VpLSUcVXiCKVa12sJEWyruEfip8ZjM8gjB4NrKnUmbNZD6I_L_vjeyle63cDAXzwDO6Dc0kw/s6720/Author%20Bio%20Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4480" data-original-width="6720" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4mOW7bfe8cMTqA03OLXVXNB-EYyvDiGRBjiBydP3QaaMhQ6-XS04WmGbQOCI5gL8ONKul-AyoCqAdsUsU226RqtKD9S4TxImv61MVbRIq4FGob1U19VpLSUcVXiCKVa12sJEWyruEfip8ZjM8gjB4NrKnUmbNZD6I_L_vjeyle63cDAXzwDO6Dc0kw/w320-h213/Author%20Bio%20Photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Sarah Lamb is the mother of two boys and wife to a teacher. 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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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire Rescue Me ~ Mail-Order Brides series exclusively on</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BKLNTH1N" target="_blank"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Thank you for stopping by. I hope to see you again soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div></div></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com3New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447343086522260437.post-37317712436143140702023-02-06T02:00:00.043-08:002023-02-06T02:00:00.167-08:00JOSIE (RESCUE ME ~ MAIL~ORDER BRIDES - Book 6) by Author LYNNE LANNING *BOOK BIRTHDAY*<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mpozLmOcro-5jWOt6YhiPhZUpYowtoLHgMN6y4ZXnpWDIH9pObZyjeQi8GBb-PTFDCvTUezPhrks3F8ySaRGx1Beswbf-Sa5UagdEgXntNxtnVNg_xHUE2oSuLKGrnzEDngSc0sGYq6kenR1ToWi-GUVuFBd95LgJNBSVivkkEFaADvXPXoxun1fKg/s1640/BookBrushImage-2023-2-5-21-37.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mpozLmOcro-5jWOt6YhiPhZUpYowtoLHgMN6y4ZXnpWDIH9pObZyjeQi8GBb-PTFDCvTUezPhrks3F8ySaRGx1Beswbf-Sa5UagdEgXntNxtnVNg_xHUE2oSuLKGrnzEDngSc0sGYq6kenR1ToWi-GUVuFBd95LgJNBSVivkkEFaADvXPXoxun1fKg/w640-h334/BookBrushImage-2023-2-5-21-37.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Welcome back to <b><i>Romance Sweet Reads</i></b>. Today we're going to continue with our feature of a new series of sweet/inspirational, western historical romances. The series, <b><i>RESCUE ME (Mail-Order Brides)</i></b> consists of twenty-five books, releasing once per week, every Monday. So, sit back and enjoy!<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p></p><p>The sixth book in the <i><b>Rescue Me (Mail Order Brides)</b></i> series, is <span style="color: #45818e;"><b><i>Josie</i></b></span>, by Author <b>Lynne Lanning</b>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigN4DShpqoNV_GUJdv3bp4dmVr8KCPBF15lDcgrz9Qw2jO7VG8gCWsWDhuU5CaO22W_J5_v4hLhTgOfJuDZjohCaBR1I7uFHdaVlET6FoVmQekX8bEIACck3p3et1dgoAEs92dlUqKKq-VQSIMkreWnQmBuiX64_iFVsrIdv3kicXAX7bRlIDYqWoAMg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigN4DShpqoNV_GUJdv3bp4dmVr8KCPBF15lDcgrz9Qw2jO7VG8gCWsWDhuU5CaO22W_J5_v4hLhTgOfJuDZjohCaBR1I7uFHdaVlET6FoVmQekX8bEIACck3p3et1dgoAEs92dlUqKKq-VQSIMkreWnQmBuiX64_iFVsrIdv3kicXAX7bRlIDYqWoAMg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2151.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2P5rnEUtWGRpDkb8sSQ3T1jYRkC12aRwzd3HyhZjDfOOfDQ1RZULKAD_4DrLY40AYw6ISAi3EmyiccZqbANZCoAl9loxoVNYmsnTnyudgbSP_auuGDpWKA1glN21zc8l46oCROYiGxyID4FKCUCAi2MIfaVkFFa2dPgLUNfeUQyUvzN1CItR4PtfHGg/s1000/BookBrushImage42907.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2P5rnEUtWGRpDkb8sSQ3T1jYRkC12aRwzd3HyhZjDfOOfDQ1RZULKAD_4DrLY40AYw6ISAi3EmyiccZqbANZCoAl9loxoVNYmsnTnyudgbSP_auuGDpWKA1glN21zc8l46oCROYiGxyID4FKCUCAi2MIfaVkFFa2dPgLUNfeUQyUvzN1CItR4PtfHGg/w485-h640/BookBrushImage42907.png" width="485" /></a></div><i>“The only way to save your ma is to marry me…”</i><br /><br />Josie and her ma were desperate to save their farm. George wanted their farm and Josie wanted to know why. Something wasn’t right.<br /><br />Praying for the Lord to guide and protect her, she impulsively buys a newspaper, secretly responding to an ad for a mail-order bride.<br /><br />While feeling at peace about her decision, George becomes forceful about their marriage.<br />When disaster leaves them destitute, they escape from George, fleeing to Wyoming, where Josie’s future husband, Micah, awaits.<br /><br />Micah is everything Josie had ever dreamed of, with a future filled with love and hope; until her ma comes up missing, and George shows up, wearing guns, threatening…<br /><br />But that's not the only trouble they face...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />Will they ever overcome all the adversities? They cling to each other and their faith in God to get them through. Is it really meant for them to be together?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Available exclusively on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BJZ5Z979?" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;">Kindle Unlimited</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFCv4WI3srbK5eFJfbRSX4fSkgIDNeAJKPVSdDa_HJCrzm2BSuRSEYsZ-XNV-L4EuRSVTnoThMf4OiYSOqJ7H87B5x1VUvdVBwKf8-aQxQNs9RZLi-qY370WP86YwLhjC_bSrO0P4Df7Eo2gx-_hkKlTyVSCiZloMgLwTWjnFzBK49dWmBVPg4KoLCw/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFCv4WI3srbK5eFJfbRSX4fSkgIDNeAJKPVSdDa_HJCrzm2BSuRSEYsZ-XNV-L4EuRSVTnoThMf4OiYSOqJ7H87B5x1VUvdVBwKf8-aQxQNs9RZLi-qY370WP86YwLhjC_bSrO0P4Df7Eo2gx-_hkKlTyVSCiZloMgLwTWjnFzBK49dWmBVPg4KoLCw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2131.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Micah recognized Josie before she stepped down, rushing to help her. When their eyes met, they both stood frozen for a moment.<br /><br />“Josie?” he asked as he took her hand.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Y7v8Yp9GByq2Chxeicj_p8_d74laRfBlr2CEqqEYnSAR_qyt7TDssHg5pHbGp6ehy1p2JS01vkznUdTD2cVI7g3n0SbITG73SSmvUfqHFv7Gh8AKDsPchIPe_PRWS-BnMWsiM4tiABaD3JksLUKQeE3UWL4s07ROHK9o1PUc9zCmsUZ1mytnbvsp8w/s1080/BookBrushImage-2023-2-5-21-828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Y7v8Yp9GByq2Chxeicj_p8_d74laRfBlr2CEqqEYnSAR_qyt7TDssHg5pHbGp6ehy1p2JS01vkznUdTD2cVI7g3n0SbITG73SSmvUfqHFv7Gh8AKDsPchIPe_PRWS-BnMWsiM4tiABaD3JksLUKQeE3UWL4s07ROHK9o1PUc9zCmsUZ1mytnbvsp8w/s320/BookBrushImage-2023-2-5-21-828.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>She nodded as her smile radiated brighter than the sun itself. “Micah?”<br /><br />Forgetting manners and propriety, Micah took her in his arms and lifted her down off the step, taking his time about releasing her on the platform. They stood there and stared at each other, holding<br />hands, while Diane quickly nudged Mark to help her ma off the train<br />steps.<br /><br />“Josie,” Micah swallowed hard. “You are much more beautiful than I imagined.”<br /><br />She blushed. “Thank you, Micah.” Breaking her eyes away from his, she glanced at the flowers.<br /><br />He hadn’t even remembered them until that moment. “Oh, these are for you. And I guess I need to see about your luggage and get you off this platform. I’m sure you are exhausted from your trip,<br />but I have my brother and sister-in-law here with me. I hope you don’t mind. We hoped to take you and your ma to supper.”<br /><br />Still, they stood looking at each other, until Diane and Mrs. Griffin walked up to them.<br /><br /><br />“Micah, this is Mrs. Griffin, and you must be Josie.” She broke their trance when she pulled Josie into a tight hug.<br /><br />Micah started coming back to his senses and greeted Mrs. Griffin, as Diane started moving them toward the buggy.<br /><br />Mark had retrieved their luggage and was starting to load it when Micah noticed and hurried to help him. “Isn’t she beautiful, Mark?”<br /><br />Mark smiled at him. “Yes, she is, brother. You did good. Now let’s hope she is as taken with you as you apparently are with her.”<br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqn4ryMWWUJDtExLHti3yjn2YM1QKnV-iFiEbLaJO_LuzWeiBr9pBtuwnYaPX24yX-yUkEd6Z0Jh2GdlgaT7KeGwCL_EFsTk4aLchq4CvjbmiLq0OikJ0Ajk3fdQ4-6O2DE1Q3jZTbwdBfzWrE8q5ZbOcekiXT28Iif2DrtHsagr3mB3isSD7YPIsdw/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqn4ryMWWUJDtExLHti3yjn2YM1QKnV-iFiEbLaJO_LuzWeiBr9pBtuwnYaPX24yX-yUkEd6Z0Jh2GdlgaT7KeGwCL_EFsTk4aLchq4CvjbmiLq0OikJ0Ajk3fdQ4-6O2DE1Q3jZTbwdBfzWrE8q5ZbOcekiXT28Iif2DrtHsagr3mB3isSD7YPIsdw/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-219.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tB7osj8onRa2MgyRPs_HHxRtVOMypadvCD7NYSXWw2YQrkNgBGA9DwyJfjOrSQ8yDzNdOtHvI4Ly8LCPUqCCHm980jkOBXLkNJj5QKFgvPJXTCBhQLoaHePFWjrjo59AL7NN-qqPq7eFghgl_GP_3gRhygZpCTb0qm5IpMTdIk1029b7cy3HfRLeig/s800/Lynne%20Pic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tB7osj8onRa2MgyRPs_HHxRtVOMypadvCD7NYSXWw2YQrkNgBGA9DwyJfjOrSQ8yDzNdOtHvI4Ly8LCPUqCCHm980jkOBXLkNJj5QKFgvPJXTCBhQLoaHePFWjrjo59AL7NN-qqPq7eFghgl_GP_3gRhygZpCTb0qm5IpMTdIk1029b7cy3HfRLeig/w200-h200/Lynne%20Pic.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Lynne Lanning has such an effortless way of evoking emotion from her readers. Her characters are so realistic that the reader can feel their pain during trials and their joy during triumphs. Reviews state: "...it's as if Mrs. Lanning lived through this herself." "Couldn't put it down..." "A real page turner." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lynne enjoys turning history and her love of God into enjoyable, relatable stories with practical life lessons that can benefit people today. Each story tells of true bonds of love and loyalty, mixed with tough times and decisions, with a twist of humor and sometimes devastation...the same is true in life. With a blend of her own family members and heritage along with lots of fiction, it's hard to tell where reality stops and fantasy begins.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lynnelanning.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Lynne's Website</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0B6R33BXX" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Amazon Author Page</b></span></a> ~ <a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100063640985472" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a> <span style="text-align: left;"> ~ <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21117292.Lynne_Lanning" target="_blank"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Goodreads</b></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWLVe9G2hc7K4UIZ_-F9sWpG2pOKivHp3ckXW7zCfTEVm9eeSZwsshjTHsiR2QSKpVN1ynZdPRZMot4adgMnktKwCEthJKgzqs9yQlQ8OIS45-T6PrsVOkHwkQ1kjW1JhTM4UqerOJjOBPhG32JfvqIk2KHtdfqxHLR0a4xharSK2cgCyEn2pXyb_Xg/s600/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="600" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWLVe9G2hc7K4UIZ_-F9sWpG2pOKivHp3ckXW7zCfTEVm9eeSZwsshjTHsiR2QSKpVN1ynZdPRZMot4adgMnktKwCEthJKgzqs9yQlQ8OIS45-T6PrsVOkHwkQ1kjW1JhTM4UqerOJjOBPhG32JfvqIk2KHtdfqxHLR0a4xharSK2cgCyEn2pXyb_Xg/w400-h100/BookBrushImage-2021-10-12-16-2050.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJvweEmeMvObqWa650g9owVCl1mYWLsz6cC7E0-eGdpIUITQQC_MZyRcNhR42BRhPdag2BJNiaHr_irIO_ilHmFDohYPCKGLpfLahrLJnjSVK-lW6sB3jgrVmTb7Ygp1VMhAt1zl4HkC2_V5CejIt_okUMGWta-O5qiSYBw1slnLmMT4d3gPQ7Xk68xA/s1640/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1640" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJvweEmeMvObqWa650g9owVCl1mYWLsz6cC7E0-eGdpIUITQQC_MZyRcNhR42BRhPdag2BJNiaHr_irIO_ilHmFDohYPCKGLpfLahrLJnjSVK-lW6sB3jgrVmTb7Ygp1VMhAt1zl4HkC2_V5CejIt_okUMGWta-O5qiSYBw1slnLmMT4d3gPQ7Xk68xA/w640-h334/RMB%20Group%20Meme.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can find the entire Rescue Me ~ Mail-Order Brides series exclusively on</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BKLNTH1N" target="_blank"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>KINDLE UNLIMITED</b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ ~ ~'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Thank you for stopping by. I hope to see you again soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>Nancy</i></b></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><br /></div></div>Nancy Fraserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653899004656004290noreply@blogger.com4New Brunswick, Canada46.5653163 -66.46191639999999318.255082463821154 -101.61816639999999 74.875550136178845 -31.305666399999993