The Runaway Mail-Order Bride
By Anne
Glynn
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She
thought she’d met the man of her dreams. She couldn’t have been more wrong.
His
letters had won her heart. Leaving everything behind, Lisa Hanlon is ready to
start a new life in the West. Sheriff Donald Skroch is attractive, influential,
and eager to wed his mail-order bride. Shortly after arriving in Tate City,
Lisa discovers that he's also short-tempered, violent and possessive…and she’s
soon fleeing for California, desperate to escape the man she’s promised to
marry.
Arriving
at a broken-down ranch in the middle of nowhere, Lisa is only seeking a place
to hide. She’s dismayed to discover a rugged drifter, Pearce Folsom, in one of
the outbuildings. Burdened with secrets of his own, Pearce hides the truth of
his past but not his attraction to Lisa. When he steals a burning kiss during
the middle of a midnight storm, Lisa knows this handsome cowboy wants more from
her than she is ready to give. She can’t truly offer her heart until she is
finally and forever free from Donald.
Then,
one terrible day, a telegram arrives: FOUND YOU.
An excerpt from The Runaway Mail-Order Bride
On a different night, in a different setting, Pearce would
have enjoyed making the acquaintance of this appealing stranger. She appeared
to be exactly his kind of girl: beautiful, full of spirit, and revealing more
of herself to a stranger’s eyes than any proper woman would rightly consider.
Apparently, she was also ready to shoot him on sight. This
was something new. In his past experiences, it had usually taken a few weeks
before the women he’d met had wanted him dead.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “Alone out here, on a night
like this? You’re more than a little foolish, girl.”
“I’m twenty-five years old. I’m hardly a girl!”
“You’re right about that.” Again, he allowed himself the
pleasure of viewing her. She was dark-haired, with brown eyes and a pale
complexion. Her frame was small but nicely proportioned. Noting her attire, he
realized his visitor had dressed modestly but the weather had overcome her good
intentions.
For the first time in his life, Pearce felt grateful for an
unexpected downpour.
The woman’s face colored under his gaze. Seemingly aware of
the blush coloring her cheeks, she frowned. Her jaw tightening, she went from
discomfited to angry in just a few seconds.
Having embarrassed and angered his share of the female
population, Pearce had met with this type of reaction before. He said, “Aren’t
you a firecracker.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
A
collector of vintage Barbies and younger boyfriends, Anne Glynn currently
resides in the American Southwest.
The
truth is a little more complicated. I'm Anne and my S.W.P. (Significant Writing
Partner) is Glynn. Together, we write as 'Anne Glynn'.
However,
I am a collector of vintage Barbies and I have, on occasion, collected the
younger boyfriend. Not so much these days.
Links:
http://www.anneglynn.com/
I, too, am known as "Warrior Princess"...at least, when I'm talking to the mirror and no one else is there.
ReplyDeleteThanks for featuring my novel today. I'm so glad to be here.