Her Hesitant Heart (Harlequin Historical Series #1135) [NOOK Book]

Overview




On the frontier of a new life…

Tired and hungry after two days of traveling, Susanna Hopkins is just about at the end of her tether when her train finally arrives in Cheyenne. She's bound for a new life in a Western garrison town. Then she discovers she doesn't even have enough money to pay for the stagecoach! Luckily for her, the compassionate Major Joseph Randolph is ...
See more details below
Her Hesitant Heart (Harlequin Historical Series #1135)

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook - Original)
$4.99
BN.com price

Overview




On the frontier of a new life…

Tired and hungry after two days of traveling, Susanna Hopkins is just about at the end of her tether when her train finally arrives in Cheyenne. She's bound for a new life in a Western garrison town. Then she discovers she doesn't even have enough money to pay for the stagecoach! Luckily for her, the compassionate Major Joseph Randolph is heading in the same direction.

As a military surgeon, Joe is used to keeping his professional distance. But, despite Susanna's understated beauty, he's drawn to this woman who carries loss and pain equal to his own and has a heart that is just as hesitant and wary….


Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460312452
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 5/1/2013
  • Series: Harlequin Historical Series , #1135
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 175,138
  • File size: 345 KB

Meet the Author


I started writing Regencies because of interest in the Napoleonic Wars. I like writing about warfare at sea and ordinary people of the British Isles, rather than lords and ladies. In my spare time I like to read British crime fiction and history, particularly the U.S. Indian Wars. I currently live in Utah. I'm a former park ranger, and double Rita Award and Spur Award winner. I have five interesting children and four grands. Favorite authors include Robert Crais and Richard Woodman.


Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

Emily Reese, not the brightest lady, had been unable to furnish Major Joseph Randolph, Fort Laramie's post surgeon, with a working description of Susanna Hopkins, her older cousin. "I think she is thirty-two," Emily had said. "Old, anyway."

Joe smiled at that. "I doubt traveling females will be thrilled if I ask if they are thirty-two," he had told her. "Give me a better description, Emily. She's your cousin."

He knew her well enough to call her Emily. Almost five years ago he had delivered her son, Stanley, in an army ambulance between garrisons. Emily Reese had been neither his best patient nor his worst one.

Emily obliged with a better description. "She is of medium height, average figure, and her hair is blond."

She became serious quickly. "I appreciate this, Major," she told him. "If you can take her in the ambulance, so much the better. She does not have much money." She thought a moment, then whispered, "Susanna is divorced."

"That is not my business," Joe said.

"You're a surgeon," she countered. "Anything I tell you is confidential."

He sighed, wondering how Emily Reese's husband managed to keep from drinking himself to death. Some men must prefer stupid wives. Come to think of it, Captain Daniel Reese wasn't the brightest company commander in the army. "Emily, I'm not a priest. I keep medical matters confidential."

She couldn't seem to stop. "She abandoned her son. I can't imagine that, but she is a relative, and my parents had to help her."

"I'm certain she had her reasons," Joe replied. Good God, what kind of relative would blab such a scandal? he asked himself. They sound as horrible as mine. "I hope you won't reveal this to anyone else," he said, not sure how much force to apply to a scold. "You know what gossips army people are."

"Should I make up a story?"

"Say nothing. All anyone wants is a teacher."

"I know! I will say she is a war widow!"

Joe sighed. "Emily, don't. Can't you imagine how distressed the veterans would feel about such a lie? We saw our friends die from Bull Run to Appomattox Court House! Please, please don't."

Joe hadn't minded the diversion of looking for a lady on the train. General court-martial duty in Cheyenne right before Christmas was never pleasant, unless those presiding thought to catch the eastbound Overland Express for home. He probably wouldn't have been involved in this unshirkable army duty, except that one of the defendants was a major, and there must be majors and above weighing him in the balance.

Joe had no plans. His former home was a plantation west of Richmond and his two widowed sisters residing there had long ago turned his portrait to the wall, and returned his letters, except the one containing a bank draft for taxes on the place. No wonder I am a cynic, Joe told himself on more than one occasion.

Unexpectedly, the court-martial had dragged on much longer than anticipated, and the officer board watched its holiday plans turn to gall and wormwood. The defendants—officers who should have been cashiered years ago—had argued long and eloquently to avoid removal from the army.

The matter had ground on, each officer on the board growing surly as the likelihood of Christmas at home vanished. To no one's surprise, revenge came as both defendants were cashiered.

Major Walters, a single fellow like himself, was in no hurry to return to dreary Fort Fetterman. The officers' mess at Fort Russell, near Cheyenne, was better and Joe had time to meet the westbound train in Cheyenne that afternoon.

But there was no Susanna Hopkins. He rode the three miles back to Russell, arriving in time to watch Walters dress in his better uniform for the evening's New Year's festivities.

Immune to parties, Joe walked to the post hospital. It wasn't his hospital, but he knew the surgeon well. Sitting close to the heating stove, they toasted the season and swapped gory stories from the late war until the hospital steward came on duty in the morning.

As a consequence, Joe was late to the depot; the train had already departed. Joe directed the ambulance driver to the Cheyenne-Deadwood Stage depot, a noisome place with sawdust on the floor to absorb tobacco juice and spittle.

The major went inside, and there was Susanna Hopkins at the ticket window. He had no doubt it was her: medium height, blond hair. He couldn't discern her figure because of her overcoat, but she looked surprisingly tidy, considering her days on the train from Pennsylvania.

Interested, he watched her. The stationmaster pointed to the fare chart. Joe watched as she took another look into her wallet. The stationmaster shrugged his shoulders, then gestured for her to move aside. She sat on the bench by the potbellied stove.

Joe saw her face when she turned around, and it was a sweet face, heart-shaped. Her blond hair had a dark blaze by her temple. Gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her nose, but they could not hide the bleakness in her eyes. He knew he was looking at a fearful woman.

Joseph Randolph's heart went out to the woman who sat, terrified, on a bench in the dirty stage depot. She may be divorced, but what drives a woman to this? he wondered, even as he loosened the muffler about his neck, removed his hat and started to unbutton his greatcoat. Whatever her marital woes, Mrs. Susanna Hopkins looked like she needed good news.

Susanna felt tears behind her eyelids. She raised her spectacles and pressed her fingers hard against the bridge of her nose to stop the tears. Crying in front of strangers would only lower her further into that class of pitiful women without purpose or goal. I am not there yet, she reminded herself.

She had passed a Western Union office on her short walk from the depot to the stage station. Perhaps she could wire Emily at Fort Laramie and explain her plight. Maybe she could leave her luggage at Western Union. Surely some establishment needed a temporary dishwasher, or even a cook.

If not that, perhaps she could find a church, and pour out her troubles to a minister. Her optimism faded. If she had to tell her whole story to a minister before he would help her, she would fail. Her own minister in Carlisle had counseled her to return to the man who had abused her. When she refused, he had shown her the door without another word.

"Mrs. Susanna Hopkins?"

Startled, she looked up at a tall man in uniform. His greatcoat was unbuttoned, and she saw gold braid and green trim on his collar. She glanced at his face and then looked away, shy, even though her brief glance took in a kind face. "Do…do I know you?" she stammered.

"No, ma'am, you don't, but I have been sent by Mrs. Emily Reese. She said you were medium height and blonde, and I've been looking."

She took a deep breath. "You're from Fort Laramie?"

"Yes, ma'am." He gestured to the bench. "May I sit?"

"Of course, uh, Captain…" She paused, not sure of his rank.

"Major, ma'am, Major Joseph Randolph, with the Army Medical Corps."

They shook hands. Before she could stop herself, Susanna blurted out, "I'm three dollars short of the fare for the Cheyenne-Deadwood Stage."

"It happens," he told her, unperturbed.

He was a big, comfortable-looking man, his hair dark but graying. Fine lines had etched themselves around his eyes and mouth, probably from the sun and wind. Susanna thought his eyes were brown, but she gave him only a glance.

"When Emily heard I was to be in Fort Russell, she thought I could spare you a trip on the Shy-Dead."

"How kind of you!" She stopped, embarrassed.

She could tell her exclamation startled him. "It's easy, Mrs. Hopkins, if you don't mind keeping company with men in an ambulance."

"An ambulance?" she asked doubtfully. "Someone is ill?"

"We travel that way in the winter, when we can."

He had a distinct Southern drawl, stringing out his words in a leisurely way, and saying "ah" instead of "I," and "own" instead of "on." She hadn't thought to hear a Southern accent from a man in a blue uniform.

"I was planning to meet the train, but New Year's interfered," he said.

She had to smile at that artless declaration. "Too much good cheer?"

He smiled back. "Medicinal spirits! Fort Russell's post surgeon and I refought Chattanooga and Franklin, and before I knew it, I was late. We're leaving tomorrow morning, ma'am. There's room for you."

"I'm obliged," she said. "I'll be ready." She stood up, as though to dismiss him, unsure of herself.

He stood, too. "I can't just leave you here until tomorrow morning," he told her. "I'll take you to a hotel."

She shook her head. "I'll be fine." She looked around at men sitting on benches, a cowboy collapsed and drunk in the corner, and an old fellow muttering to himself by the water bucket.

"A modest hotel," he insisted.

She could tell he wasn't going to leave her there. "Quite modest, Major Randolph," she replied.

"Cheyenne has only modest hotels," he informed her. "There is a pathetic restaurant close by, and we'll stop there, too."

"That isn't necess—"

"I'm hungry, Mrs. Hopkins," he said. "So is my driver. Be my guest?" He peered at her kindly. "Don't argue."

"Very well," she said quietly.

"Excellent," he said, as he buttoned his greatcoat and put on his hat. "You'll find it a relief from those cook shacks along the UP route."

"I never got close enough to the counter," she said, then stopped, embarrassed.

"In two days?" the major exclaimed. "Mrs. Hopkins, you are probably hungry enough to chew off my left leg."

She had the good sense to capitulate. "I am famished, but not quite that hungry!"

He picked up both of her bags. "This all your luggage?" he asked.

"I left a portmanteau at the depot."

"Then we'll get it."

He helped her into the boxy-looking wagon with the straight canvas sides. The vehicle was unlike any other she had ever ridden in, with leather seats along each side, and a small heating stove. "This is for wounded people?" she asked, after he got in and seated himself opposite her.

He nodded. "You can take out the seats and stack four litters in here. Wives and children in the garrison generally travel this way."

The major fell silent then and she was content not to make conversation with someone she barely knew. At the depot, the private retrieved her portmanteau and stowed it beside her other luggage in the rear of the ambulance. She was soon seated in the cafe with the major, the private having found a table in the adjoining bar.

She ordered soup and crackers. The major overruled her and chose a complete dinner for her. "You're my guest," he reminded her, "and my guests eat more than that, Mrs. Hopkins."

She was too hungry to argue. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. How would it look if you starved while in my company? The Medical Corps would rip off my oak leaf clusters and kick me down to hospital steward."

He left her at the Range Hotel, but not without making sure the clerk put her in a room between two families. "This town's just a rung up from Dante's inferno. Never hurts to be careful," he told her.

She gave him the same startled look that had puzzled him in the stage station, but he understood now—Susanna Hopkins was unused to kindness.

He would gladly have paid for her room, and she must have known that. Before he could say anything to the desk clerk, she took out the money she must have reserved for the stage, and laid it on the counter. She hesitated for a moment.

She kept her voice low. "Major, do I pay something for my transportation?"

"No, ma'am, that's courtesy of the U.S. Army."

"How kind," she said, and returned to the desk clerk. Joe was struck again at her wonder, as though good fortune had not been her friend, or even a nodding acquaintance recently.

He reflected on that all the way back to Fort Russell. He had learned from childhood that women were to be protected and cherished. Hard service in the war had showed him the other side of that coin, when he saw too many thin, tight-lipped women, unfamiliar with kindness. Susanna Hopkins had that same wary look, and he wondered why.

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4.5
( 5 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(3)

4 Star

(1)

3 Star

(1)

2 Star

(0)

1 Star

(0)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
Sort by: Showing all of 5 Customer Reviews
  • Posted July 10, 2014

    I Also Recommend:

    Good story but............................................. I li

    Good story but.............................................
    I like Carla Kelly but to me she has one flaw in her books.   The men are always crying.  I try to ignore it for the most part.  In this book however she has a 12 year old sit on his stepfather's lap and cry.   I'm sorry but I don't know one 12 year old boy that would sit on another man's lap.  And I don't know one man who would let it happen.  Especially  since they only knew each other a few days.   Bizarre.   It makes me hesitate to buy her books when I know somewhere along the line the hero will be bursting with tears.   

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2014

    Anonymous

    This is such a wonderful story! I loved it!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted August 1, 2013

    Anon

    Just finished reading this book. Great story. Characters who really interest you and who you can care about. First time author for me, and I will certainly read more of her work. I highly recommend this book if you are into western historical romance. ER

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted July 26, 2013

    Really enjoyed it!

    I liked this story alot. I thought the characters were well developed and loved the relationship that developed between Susanna and Joe.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2013

    Anonymous

    My first read of this Author. Really loved it. Hope you write more Historical Frontier.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
Sort by: Showing all of 5 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)