Book three in the Lottery Brides Series She?d never imagined an adventure like Sean.Tess took the stage coach west to be a mail-order bride. But when she arrived to find her fianc? deceased she finds herself a lottery bride instead. She wanted adventure, a chance to experience some of the stories her father had shared with her. But no stories or penny novels could have prepared her for Sean Donavan, the man she finds herself married to. They call him half-breed, but he looks all man to her.Sean doesn?t want to be...
Book three in the Lottery Brides Series She’d never imagined an adventure like Sean.Tess took the stage coach west to be a mail-order bride. But when she arrived to find her fiancé deceased she finds herself a lottery bride instead. She wanted adventure, a chance to experience some of the stories her father had shared with her. But no stories or penny novels could have prepared her for Sean Donavan, the man she finds herself married to. They call him half-breed, but he looks all man to her.Sean doesn’t want to be married. He knows what people call him and his brothers and doesn’t want any woman to be ridiculed because of him. But Tess doesn’t seem to get that. And the more time he spends with her the more tempted he is. Maybe Tess is exactly what he’s dreamed of but never thought he could have…a woman to call his.
Lacey Thorn spends her days in small town Indiana the proud mother of three. When she is not busy with one of them she can be found typing away on her computer keyboard or burying her nose in a good book. Like every woman she knows just how chaotic life can be and how appealing that great escape can look. So toss aside the stress and tension of the never ending to do list. For now sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride with Lacey. It’s your world…unlaced.
"What do you mean he’s dead?" Tess almost wailed at the sheriff standing in front of her. "He can’t be. I was supposed to meet him here today. He sent the money for my ticket and he was meeting me here." "I’m sorry ma’am," the sheriff said again. She thought his name was Sheriff Duckett, or at least that was how she thought he’d introduced himself. Her mind had sort of shut down after he’d said her fiancé was dead. "Mr Sutter died just two days ago." "How?" she whispered, feeling like her whole world was falling down around her. What was she going to do now? "He was kicked in the head by a horse over in Mackenzie’s Stable," Sheriff Duckett told her. "It was an accident. I don’t think he told anyone about you heading this way. Did you know him long?" Okay, so how did she admit that she’d answered an ad for a bride willing to travel to the West? She’d seen it as the answer to her prayers. Her father had just passed away, leaving her at the mercy of her cruel uncle and lecherous cousin. They had planned to marry her off quickly to be rid of her. So when she’d seen the paper lying there it was as if the ad had just jumped out at her. She’d always craved adventure and thoroughly enjoyed reading every penny novel of the Wild West that she could get her hands on. It had sounded so thrilling. Her father had been a horseman once upon a time and had shared with her the joy of riding, much to her mother’s dismay. When her mother had died of fever shortly after her thirteenth birthday, it had just been her and Papa, though her mother’s family had tried to talk him into giving her up. Thankfully, her father had refused and instead taught her things he’d learned from his time in the military. She knew how to ride, how to shoot and how to survive off the land if she needed to—all talents that meant little back home in Virginia but surely would come in handy here. Her only problem was that she’d sneaked away with only the money Mr Sutter had sent her, leaving her stranded now without a dime of her own. Avoiding the question she didn’t want to answer, she asked one instead. "What am I supposed to do, Sheriff? I only had enough money to get me here. Mr Sutter was to meet me and we were to be married right away." The Sheriff sighed and shook his head. "Come along with me for the moment and I’ll see what I can figure out." He reached down and took her bag before turning and heading towards what she took to be the jail. She’d never seen a jail, much less one in the West. Maybe he had a gunslinger or outlaw behind bars. She felt a shiver of excitement. He dropped her bag beside a beat-up old desk and indicated a chair for her to sit in. She scanned the room and was disappointed to see that no one else was with them. The cell was empty. "Disappointed?" The sheriff got her attention and she blushed as she realised that he seemed to know what she was thinking. "I was just curious if you had anyone locked up in here," she admitted with an unrepentant grin. "I’ve read all about the West."