Wooing the Schoolmarm (Love Inspired Historical Series) [NOOK Book]

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When Willa Wright's fiancé abandoned her, he ended all her hopes for romance. Now she dedicates herself to teaching Pinewood's children, including the new pastor's young wards. If she didn't know better, Reverend Calvert's kindness could almost fool Willa into caring again. Almost…

Though Matthew Calvert adores his niece and nephew, he wants a family of his own, too. The more he sees of the pretty schoolteacher, the more he wants that ...
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Wooing the Schoolmarm (Love Inspired Historical Series)

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Overview




When Willa Wright's fiancé abandoned her, he ended all her hopes for romance. Now she dedicates herself to teaching Pinewood's children, including the new pastor's young wards. If she didn't know better, Reverend Calvert's kindness could almost fool Willa into caring again. Almost…

Though Matthew Calvert adores his niece and nephew, he wants a family of his own, too. The more he sees of the pretty schoolteacher, the more he wants that future with her. Yet Willa, so warm to her pupils, is ice-cool toward him. But where there's a woman like Willa, there's a man determined to guide her back to love.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459234109
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 7/1/2012
  • Series: Pinewood Weddings Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 219,999
  • File size: 337 KB

Meet the Author


Award winning author Dorothy Clark enjoys traveling with her husband throughout the United States doing research and gaining inspiration for future books. Dorothy values our American heritage and believes in God, family, love and happy endings, which explains why she feels so at home writing for Love Inspired Historical. Dorothy enjoys hearing from her readers and may be contacted at dorothyjclark@hotmail.com or dorothyjclark.com

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Pinewood Village, 1840

"Here we are. This is the schoolhouse." Matthew Calvert looked from the small, white, frame building to his deceased brother's children. Joshua had on his "brave" face, which meant he was really afraid, and Sally looked about to cry. Please, Lord, don't let her cry. You know my heart turns to mush when she tears up. "Everything is going to be fine. You'll make nice friends and have a good time learning new things."

He placed his hands on the children's backs and urged them up the steps to the small porch before they could resume their pleading to stay at home with him this first day in the new town. Their small bodies tensed, moved with reluctance.

He leaned forward and glanced in the open door. A slender woman was writing on a large slate at the far end of the room. The sunlight coming in a side window played upon the thick roll of chestnut-colored hair that coiled from one small ear across the nape of her neck to the other, and warmed the pale skin of a narrow wrist that was exposed by the movement of her sleeve cuff as she printed out a list of words. She looked neat and efficient. Please, God, let her also be kindhearted. He nudged his niece and nephew forward and stepped inside. "Excuse me."

The teacher turned. Her gaze met his over the top of the double rows of bench desks and his heart jolted. He stared into blue-green eyes rimmed with long, black lashes, rendered speechless by an attraction so immediate, so strong, every sensible thought in his head disappeared.

The teacher's gaze dropped to the children, then rose back to meet his. "Good morning, Reverend Calvert. Welcome to Pinewood."

The formal tone of the teacher's voice brought him to his senses. He broke off his stare and cleared his throat. "Thank you. I—" He focused his attention, gave her a questioning look. "How did you know who I am?"

Her mouth curved into a smile that made his pulse trip all over itself. She placed the book she held on her desk. "You are from the city, Reverend Calvert. You will soon learn in a village as small as Pinewood that one knows all the residents and everything that happens." She brushed her fingertips together and minuscule bits of chalk dust danced in the stream of sunlight. "I dare say I knew within ten minutes of the time you descended from your carriage and carried your bags into the parsonage that you had arrived." She gave him a wry look. "But, I confess, I did not know you were coming here this morning."

"I see." He lifted the left side of his mouth in the crooked grin his mother had called his mischief escape. "So I have managed a 'coup' of sorts by bringing the children to school?"

She stared at him a moment, then looked away. "So it would seem. Have these children names?"

Her reversion to the formal, polite tone called him back to his purpose in coming. "Yes, of course. This is Joshua—he's six years old." He smiled down at his nephew. "And this is Sally." His niece pressed back against his legs. He placed his hands on her small, narrow shoulders and gave a reassuring squeeze. "She's five years old, and feeling a little overwhelmed at the moment."

The hem of the teacher's gown whispered over the wide plank floor as she came to stand in front of them. She looked down and gave the children a warm, welcoming smile he wished were aimed at him. "Hello, Joshua and Sally. I'm your teacher, Miss Wright. Welcome to Oak Street School."

Miss Wright. She was indeed. Matthew frowned at his burst of whimsy. Miss Wright, with her narrow, aristocratic nose and small square chin, was wreaking havoc with his normally sensible behavior. He was acting like a smitten schoolboy.

Children's voices floated in the door. Their light, quick footfalls sounded on the steps. The voices quieted as five children entered and bunched at the doorway to stare at them.

"Come in and take your seats, children. We have a lovely surprise this morning. You are going to have some new classmates." The teacher gave a graceful little gesture and the clustered children separated, casting surreptitious glances their way as they moved toward the bench desks.

Matthew drew in a breath and hid the pang of sympathy he felt for Joshua and Sally. "I'd best be going, Miss Wright." She looked up at him and that same odd jolt in his heart happened. He hurried on. "The children have slates and chalk. And also some bread and butter for dinner. I wasn't sure—"

She smiled. "That is fine."

His pulse thudded. He jerked his gaze from Miss Wright's captivating eyes and looked down at Joshua and Sally. "Be good, now—do as Miss Wright says. Joshua, you take Sally's hand and help her across the street when you come home. I'll be waiting for you." He tore his gaze from Sally's small, trembling mouth and, circling around three more children filing into the schoolroom, escaped out the open door. The children needed to adjust to their new situation. And so did he. What had happened to him in there?

"Miss Wright!"

Willa halted as Danny Brody skidded to a stop in front of her. "Miss Hall wants you." He pointed behind her, then raced off.

Willa turned, saw Ellen promenading toward her and fought to hold back a frown. She loved her lifelong friend, but sometimes the pretentious ways she had developed irritated her. Still, one couldn't blame Ellen for parading about. She was the prettiest girl in town now that Callie Conner had moved away—and one of the biggest gossips. If this was about Thomas again—

"Gracious, Willa, why were you walking at such an unseemly pace? If Danny weren't handy I never would have caught you."

"I have to fix supper, then help Mother with the ironing." She shifted the paper-wrapped package of meat she held to her other hand for emphasis. "Was there something you wanted, Ellen?"

Excitement glinted in her friend's big, blue eyes. "I wanted to tell you the latest news. Father told me that the new pastor is a young man. And nice-looking."

"He is." Willa gave an inward sigh and relaxed. She should have guessed Ellen had stopped her to talk about Reverend Calvert. The new church and pastor were all anyone in the village talked about these days. Thank goodness. She disliked discussing anything pertaining to God, but at least the church topic had replaced the gossip about her abruptly cancelled wedding.

"You've seen him?" Ellen leaned close, gripped her arm. "What does he look like? I didn't dare ask Father for details."

She thought back to that morning. "Well, Reverend Calvert is quite tall…with blond hair and brown eyes." She cast back for her impression of the pastor and tempered her words so Ellen would not guess she had felt a momentary attraction to the man. That would elicit a hundred questions from her friend. "He has a strong appearance, with a square jaw. But his smile is charming." And his lopsided grin disarming. She ignored the image of that grin that snapped into her head and forged on. "As is his son's. His daughter's smile is more shy in nature."

Ellen jerked back. "He has children?"

"Yes. Joshua and Sally. He brought them to school this morning." She tilted her head to one side and grinned up at her friend. "How did that important detail escape you?"

"I've been helping Mother with my new gown all day." Ellen's lovely face darkened. "Father didn't mention that the reverend was married."

"Oh." Willa gaped at her perturbed friend. "Ellen Hall! Surely you weren't thinking of— Why, you haven't even seen the man!"

"Well, gracious, a girl can hope, Willa. When I heard the pastor was young and handsome I thought, perhaps at last there was a man of distinction I could marry in this place. I should have known it was hopeless." Ellen sighed with a little shrug. "I must go home. Mother is waiting to hem my new dress for Sunday. I'll have to tell her there's no hurry now. I certainly don't care to impress a bunch of loggers.

Bye, Willa."

"Bye, Ellen." Willa shook her head and cut across Main Street away from the block of huddled stores before anyone else could stop her to chat. Imagine Ellen being so eager to marry a "man of distinction" she would make plans toward that end before she even saw Pastor Calvert.

She frowned, hurried across the Stony Creek bridge and turned onto the beaten path along Brook Street. Perhaps she should have told Ellen the truth about Thomas and why their wedding had been canceled. Perhaps she should have cautioned her about trusting a man. Any man. Not that it mattered. Her friend was in no danger from the attractive Reverend Calvert, and neither was she. The man was married. And that was perfect as far as she was concerned. She'd had enough of handsome men with charming smiles.

Willa tossed the soapy dishwater out the lean-to door then eyed the neat piles of clean, folded clothing that covered the long table against the wall. The sight of the fruit of her mother's dawn-to-dusk labor over hot laundry tubs and a hot iron kindled the old resentment. How could her father have simply walked away knowing his wife and child would no longer be allowed to live in the cabin the company provided for its loggers? He'd known they had no other place to go. If the company owner hadn't accepted her mother's offer to do laundry for the unmarried loggers in exchange for staying in the cabin…

Willa set her jaw, rinsed the dishpan at the pump, then walked back into the kitchen. She had struggled to find an answer for her father's behavior since she was seven years old, and now she had—thanks to Thomas. Perhaps one day she would be grateful to him for teaching her that men were selfish and faithless and their words of love were not to be believed. But it had been only three months since he'd tossed her aside to go west and her hurt and anger left little room for gratitude.

She plunked the dishpan down onto the wide boards of the sink cupboard, yanked off her apron and jammed it on its hook. Thomas's desertion didn't bear thinking on, but she couldn't seem to stop. At least the gossip had died—thanks to the new pastor's arrival. She took a breath to calm herself and stepped into the living room.

"Why did you do the ironing, Mama? I told you I would do it tonight. You work too hard."

Her mother glanced up from the shirt she was mending and gave her a tired smile. "You've got your job, and I've got mine, Willa. I'll do the ironing. But it would be good if you're of a mind to help me with the mending. It's hard for me to keep up with it. Especially the socks."

She nodded, crossed the rag rug and seated herself opposite her mother at the small table beneath the window. "I have two new students—Joshua and Sally Calvert. The new pastor brought them to school today."

"I heard he had young children. But I haven't heard about his wife." Her mother adjusted the sides of the tear in the shirt and took another neat stitch. "Is she the friendly sort or city standoffish?"

"Mrs. Calvert wasn't with them." Willa pulled the basket of darning supplies close and lifted a sock off the pile. "The pastor is friendly. Of course, given his profession, he would be. But the children are very quiet." She eyed the sock's heel and sighed. It was a large hole. "Mr. Dibble was outside the livery hitching horses to a wagon when I passed on my way home. He always asks after you, Mama." She threaded a needle, then slipped the darning egg inside the sock. "He asked to be remembered to you."

"I don't care to be talking about David Dibble or any other man, Willa."

She nodded, frowned at the bitterness in her mother's voice. Not that she blamed her after the way her father had betrayed them by walking off to make a new life for himself. "I know how you feel, Mama. Every word Thomas spoke to me of love and marriage was a lie. But I will not let his deserting me three days before we were to be wed make me bitter."

She leaned closer to the evening light coming in the window, wove the needle through the sock fabric and stretched the darning floss across the hole, then repeated the maneuver in the other direction. "I learned my lesson well, Mama. I will never trust another man. Thomas's perfidy robbed me of any desire to fall in love or marry. But I refuse to let him rob me of anything more." Her voice broke. She blinked away the tears welling into her eyes and glared down at the sock in her hand. "I shall have a good, useful life teaching children. And I will be happy."

Silence followed her proclamation.

She glanced across the table from beneath her lowered lashes. Her mother was looking at her, a mixture of sadness and anger in her eyes, her hands idle in her lap. "You didn't deserve that sort of treatment, Willa. Thomas Hunter is a selfish man, and you're well rid of him."

She raised her head. "Like you were well rid of Papa?"

"That was different. We were married and had a child." Her mother cleared her throat, reached across the table and covered her hand. "I tried my best to make your father stay, Willa. I didn't want you hurt."

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  • Posted September 11, 2012

    Woong the Schoolmarm by Dorothy Clark 4 STARS At first part of

    Woong the Schoolmarm by Dorothy Clark
    4 STARS

    At first part of the story I was not sure that I liked Willa she was so bitter. Then I realized how bad it would be for a while going through those issues. No wonder she
    did not trust gentlemens words and actions.
    Willa did keep her feelings away from the children she taught and she cared for the children. She cared and helped those around her.
    Willa Wright's fiance left her by leaving her a note saying he was going west and follow his dream. Her dad left her and her mom when she was really young. Since her father did not work for the mill owner anymore they would have lost thier home too.
    Her mother did all the laundry for the single loggers so they would have a home. Her mom worked all the time doing the laundry.
    The new Preacher was in town and he came with a little girl Sally 5 and boy Joshua 7. His niece and nephew. Thier parents died 7 weeks ago.
    Matthew Calvert was over whelmed at being a parent all of a sudden especially to a little girl. But he would love them and do is best for them.
    Matthew was instanly drawn to Willa when they met and he was determined to get to know her better. He has never felt like that before.
    Willa's heart hurt for the children and she was willing to help them to feel welcome at school and smile.
    One of Willa girlfriend was going after the very single preacher and told Willa all about how she loved him and was sure he would see her as a wife. But she did not really care about the kids.
    Willa did not believe that God loved and answered prayers. Which was a big concern of the preachers. A lot of women were setting their caps for the preacher but he was only interested in getting to know Willa.
    It was a clean read and I really enjoyed reading the Wooing the Schoolmarm and would like to see Willa's friends have their own book in the future.
    I was given this ebook to read in exchange of honest review from Netgalley.
    06/26/2012 PUB Harlequin Imprint Harlequin Love Inspired Historical 288 pages

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2013

    Jordan

    I got a cookies and cream milkshake with Oreo cookie pieces in it.:) :)

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    Posted April 17, 2013

    Johnna

    *grabs a dr. Pepper and heads to next res.*

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 17, 2013

    DRINKS

    Anyone thirsty

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    Posted April 17, 2013

    Nikki

    Ivwill take a strawberry shake

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2013

    Thalia

    Walked in,got some Dr. Pepper,and wked off,bummonh'happy birthday to me'

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    Posted April 16, 2013

    Wells

    Got a Fanta

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2013

    DRINKS

    Anyone thirsty?

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  • Posted July 2, 2012

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    The Pastor & the Schoolmarm

    Wooing the Schoolmarm by Dorothy Clark
    Pinewood Weddings Book 1
    Willa Wright faced the fact that she would live her life as a teacher and when her mother could no longer handle the work load of being the laundress for the bachelor loggers...she would take over that. It was the only way they could keep their home. She knew she would never marry as she no longer trusted men. Her father left her. Her fiance left her. So when the new pastor comes to town she see’s malice in all he does, after all he was a man too. And men were no good.

    Matthew Calvert found himself the caretaker of his niece and nephew after a sudden death of his brother and his wife. And now he has taken a new pastorate in Pinewood. He hoped the children would adjust easier. He wanted a wife but never had found the right woman, not that he didn’t have choices at his old church and he quickly found plenty of eager mothers and daughters here as well. Only one woman had ever tugged at him in a unique way. The prim and proper Ms. Wright. She also seemed to give him the cold shoulder. But oh how she warmed up to young Joshua and Sally.

    I enjoy Dorothy's writing and this book continues her writing talents. A woman not wanting a man, a man only wanting that particular woman, a very egotistical young woman who has trouble pulling herself away from a mirror….and only does to flirt with the new pastor. Add a stray dog and young kitten along with a sad dose of illness run wild and you have a story that will hold your attention from beginning to end.
    **Received through NetGalley for review.

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