The Book
Rosie Stanton climbed on a west-bound
train to answer his ad for a wife and mother, everything she wants to be.
But Tom Harris lied. He doesn’t want a wife, merely a mother for his two
abandoned children and a cook and cleaner for his ranch.
train to answer his ad for a wife and mother, everything she wants to be.
But Tom Harris lied. He doesn’t want a wife, merely a mother for his two
abandoned children and a cook and cleaner for his ranch.
Betrayed once, he’s vowed never to let
another woman into his heart. Sexy Rosie upsets all his plans and
threatens to invade his scarred heart. How will he maintain his vow to
keep his hands off her as she charms his children, his cow hands, his life?
another woman into his heart. Sexy Rosie upsets all his plans and
threatens to invade his scarred heart. How will he maintain his vow to
keep his hands off her as she charms his children, his cow hands, his life?
An Excerpt
Rosemary Stanton stood on the train
platform sweating and waiting. Sweating because it was an especially hot
day in late June. Waiting for her husband. A husband she wouldn’t
recognize if he were standing right next to her.
platform sweating and waiting. Sweating because it was an especially hot
day in late June. Waiting for her husband. A husband she wouldn’t
recognize if he were standing right next to her.
She’d been desperate when she answered
the advertisement for a mail order bride. Wanted: Single woman to cook,
clean, and care for children on a cattle ranch in southwestern Colorado.
Will marry upon arrival.
the advertisement for a mail order bride. Wanted: Single woman to cook,
clean, and care for children on a cattle ranch in southwestern Colorado.
Will marry upon arrival.
Well, she was twenty-six with no
prospects. Her brother just got married and his new wife, Beatrice,
didn’t want Rosie around. She could answer this advertisement or become a
governess. Help someone else’s children grow up into adults. Live
in someone else’s house. For the rest of her life, she’d have nothing she
could call her own.
prospects. Her brother just got married and his new wife, Beatrice,
didn’t want Rosie around. She could answer this advertisement or become a
governess. Help someone else’s children grow up into adults. Live
in someone else’s house. For the rest of her life, she’d have nothing she
could call her own.
Rosie wanted a home. She wanted a
husband and children. All the things she’d never have if she stayed in
Philadelphia. When she’d seen the ad in the morning paper, she’d nearly
shouted with glee. However, she managed to restrain herself until she got
to her room before she yelled with joy. The advertisement was tailor-made
for her needs. It got her away from Beatrice and got her her own home all
in one fell swoop.
husband and children. All the things she’d never have if she stayed in
Philadelphia. When she’d seen the ad in the morning paper, she’d nearly
shouted with glee. However, she managed to restrain herself until she got
to her room before she yelled with joy. The advertisement was tailor-made
for her needs. It got her away from Beatrice and got her her own home all
in one fell swoop.
Her brother, Robert, though was not
happy with the idea of his baby sister traveling across the country to marry a
stranger. He grudgingly agreed to give her her dowry to take with
her. Five thousand dollars. She’d take the draft to the bank as
soon as she arrived in Creede, Colorado, and married Mr. Thomas Harris.
Cattle rancher. It was her “in case it doesn’t work out” money.
Though she supposed it would belong to her husband once she married.
Perhaps she just wouldn’t tell him about it. Her conscience spoke
up. That’s no way to start a marriage. With lies and secrets. Oh,
all right. She’d tell him and have him take her to the bank. But
not until after she’d taken his measure. If he was a cruel man, she would
leave and she sure as heck wouldn’t tell him about her money.
happy with the idea of his baby sister traveling across the country to marry a
stranger. He grudgingly agreed to give her her dowry to take with
her. Five thousand dollars. She’d take the draft to the bank as
soon as she arrived in Creede, Colorado, and married Mr. Thomas Harris.
Cattle rancher. It was her “in case it doesn’t work out” money.
Though she supposed it would belong to her husband once she married.
Perhaps she just wouldn’t tell him about it. Her conscience spoke
up. That’s no way to start a marriage. With lies and secrets. Oh,
all right. She’d tell him and have him take her to the bank. But
not until after she’d taken his measure. If he was a cruel man, she would
leave and she sure as heck wouldn’t tell him about her money.
Even with the dowry, there’d been few
prospects for Rosie back in Philadelphia. She wasn’t pretty in the
conventional sense. She thought her face with its big brown eyes and full
lips was pleasing enough, but men apparently hadn’t. Her one beau had
said her eyes were the color of warm brandy. That was before he left her
to marry another more suitable woman. More suitable, hah! Richer
was more like it.
prospects for Rosie back in Philadelphia. She wasn’t pretty in the
conventional sense. She thought her face with its big brown eyes and full
lips was pleasing enough, but men apparently hadn’t. Her one beau had
said her eyes were the color of warm brandy. That was before he left her
to marry another more suitable woman. More suitable, hah! Richer
was more like it.
Paul had expensive tastes and married a
rabbit-faced girl, heir to a substantial fortune to which he’d have
access. Well, good luck and good riddance.
rabbit-faced girl, heir to a substantial fortune to which he’d have
access. Well, good luck and good riddance.
Rosie did have one feature she’d been
told was extraordinary. Her hair. It was waist length, wavy and a
clear, golden blonde. Right now, standing on the train platform in Creede
it was bound up in a loose bun on top of her head under her hat. It, like
the rest of her, was covered in dust and soot from the train. She’d
discovered on the second day that she could minimize the grime by sitting in
the front of the car with the window closed. But sooner or later the heat
and mugginess of the car would force her to open the window. The air came
rushing in, cooling her, but bringing with it the dirt and ash from the train’s
boilers.
told was extraordinary. Her hair. It was waist length, wavy and a
clear, golden blonde. Right now, standing on the train platform in Creede
it was bound up in a loose bun on top of her head under her hat. It, like
the rest of her, was covered in dust and soot from the train. She’d
discovered on the second day that she could minimize the grime by sitting in
the front of the car with the window closed. But sooner or later the heat
and mugginess of the car would force her to open the window. The air came
rushing in, cooling her, but bringing with it the dirt and ash from the train’s
boilers.
On the long trip, she’d told herself
again and again she’d made the right decision. This was her future.
again and again she’d made the right decision. This was her future.
The Author
Cynthia
Woolf was born in Denver, Colorado and raised in the mountains west of
Golden. She spent her early years running wild around the mountain side with
her friends.
Woolf was born in Denver, Colorado and raised in the mountains west of
Golden. She spent her early years running wild around the mountain side with
her friends.
She
worked her way through college and went to work full time straight after
graduation and there was little time to write. Then in 1990 she and two
friends started a round robin writing a story about pirates. She found
that she missed the writing and kept on with other stories. In 1992 she
joined Colorado Romance Writers and Romance Writers of America.
worked her way through college and went to work full time straight after
graduation and there was little time to write. Then in 1990 she and two
friends started a round robin writing a story about pirates. She found
that she missed the writing and kept on with other stories. In 1992 she
joined Colorado Romance Writers and Romance Writers of America.
Unfortunately,
the loss of her job demanded the she not renew her memberships and her writing
stagnated for many years. In 2001, she saw an ad in the paper for a writers
conference being put on by CRW and decided she'd attend. One of her
favorite authors, Catherine Coulter, was the keynote speaker. Cynthia was
lucky enough to have a seat at Ms. Coulter's table at the luncheon and after
talking with her, decided she needed to get back to her writing. She
rejoined both CRW and RWA that day and hasn't looked back.
the loss of her job demanded the she not renew her memberships and her writing
stagnated for many years. In 2001, she saw an ad in the paper for a writers
conference being put on by CRW and decided she'd attend. One of her
favorite authors, Catherine Coulter, was the keynote speaker. Cynthia was
lucky enough to have a seat at Ms. Coulter's table at the luncheon and after
talking with her, decided she needed to get back to her writing. She
rejoined both CRW and RWA that day and hasn't looked back.
Thank you for hosting Cynthia today!
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