historical romance. I enjoy thinking back to a simpler time, a time when men and women were true heroes. I also believe that a good romance can be told without needing to know all of the details;)
All of my stories will tell of people who find true love, and
who find their happy ever after. Sometimes the road might be rocky, but that makes it all worthwhile!
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Cora left England for a new life in America as a mail order bride - only to find the man she’s come to marry has been killed in a gunfight. She has a sister in Kansas, but how can she get there? Jesse needs this job driving cattle to Kansas so he can marry the woman who’s given him an ultimatum - buy land and settle down, or she’ll marry someone who will.
But, his cook’s been killed in the same gunfight, leaving him without anyone to drive the chuckwagon. His right hand man, an old cowboy with a soft heart, has a solution for both Cora and Jesse - one he might not like.
Dressed as a boy, Cora heads off with a team of cowboys, led by a man who isn’t happy about her being there. Kansas is a long way away…and a lot can happen before they get there.
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Suddenly, Jesse was right in front of her, leaning down from his saddle. "Grab my hand!"
She didn’t even have time to react before she felt his hand grip her arm. She held on with all her strength as he threw her up in front of him on his horse, never slowing down. She was laying across his legs, bouncing with every stride the horse took, as they raced to get ahead of the stampeding cattle.
Trying not to think about the unladylike position she was in, she held on for dear life to the leg she was thrown across. Vaguely, she noticed the hat fall from her head, and she realized her long blond hair would be hanging out for everyone to see. But, at the moment, she didn’t care. She just needed the jarring of the horse beneath her to stop. She was sure if she survived this ordeal, she’d be lucky not to have broken ribs, at the very least, to remember it.
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