Check yourself into the Texas Boardinghouse Brides series by Vickie McDonough, where you’ll meet Luke Davis, marshal of Lookout, Texas, who flippantly tells his cousin he’d get married if the right woman ever came along. When three mail-order brides are delivered to Luke a month later, he’s in an uncomfortable predicament. How will he ever choose his mate? Rachel Hamilton’s long-time love for Luke is reignited with his return to town. So when three mail-order brides appear, she panics. Will she find the courage to tell Luke that she loves him? Or take an anonymous part in the contest for his hand?
The Texas Boardinghouse Brides Series:
Book 1 - The Anonymous Bride
Book 2 - Second Chance Brides
Book 3 - Finally a Bride
About the Author
Bestselling author Vickie McDonough grew up wanting to marry a rancher, but instead married a computer geek who is scared of horses. She now lives out her dreams in her fictional stories about ranchers, cowboys, lawmen, and others living in the Old West. Vickie is the award-winning author of more than forty published books and novellas. Her novels include the fun and feisty Texas Boardinghouse Brides series and the Land Rush Dreams series. Vickie has been married forty-one years to Robert. They have four grown sons, one of whom is married, and a precocious ten-year-old granddaughter. When she’s not writing, Vickie enjoys reading, antiquing, watching movies, and traveling. To learn more about Vickie’s books or to sign up for her newsletter, visit her website: www.vickiemcdonough.com
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The Anonymous Bride
By Vickie McDonough
Barbour Publishing, Inc.Copyright © 2010 Vickie McDonough
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Lookout, Texas April 1886
Sometimes God asked difficult things of a man, and for Luke Davis, what he was fixing to do was the hardest task ever.
Luke reined his horse to a halt atop the ridge and gazed down at the town half a mile away. Lookout, Texas—the place where his dreams had been birthed and later had died. He wasn't ready to return, to face the two people he'd tried so hard to forget.
"I'd rather face a band of Sioux warriors, Lord, than to ride into that town again." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
Alamo, his black gelding, snorted, as if sensing they'd reached the end of their long journey. Luke directed his horse down the path to the small river that ran south and west of the town. A healthy dose of spring rain had filled the crater dug out by past floods where the river made a sharp turn. Local kids used it for a swimming hole, and a new rope had been added for them to swing on. Memories of afternoons spent there were some of Luke's favorite, but those carefree days were over.
He glanced heavenward at the brilliant blue sky, halfway hoping God would give him leave to ride away. When no such reprieve came, he dismounted at the water's edge and allowed his horse to drink while he rinsed three days' worth of dust off his face.
Alamo suddenly jerked his head up and flicked his ears forward. The horse backed away from the bank and turned, looking off to the right. Luke scooped up a handful of water and sipped it, watching to see what had stirred up his horse. Tall trees lined the life-giving river, and thigh-high grasses and shrubs made good hiding places. He knew that for a fact. How many times as a boy had he and his two cousins hidden there, watching the older kids swimming and sometimes spooning?
"Must have been some critter, 'Mo." He stood and patted his horse, finally ready to ride into Lookout and see up close how much the town had changed. How she'd changed.
Three heads popped up from behind a nearby bush. "Hey, mister," a skinny kid yelled, "that's our swimming hole, not a horse trough."
Rocks flew toward Luke, and he ducked, turning his back to the kids. Alamo squealed and sidestepped into Luke, sending him flying straight into the river. Hoots of laughter rose up behind him as cool water gushed into his boots and soaked his clothing. His soles slipped on the moss-covered rocks as he scrambled for a foothold.
"Foolish kids." He trudged out of the river, dripping from every inch of his clothing. His socks sloshed in his water-logged boots. Dropping to the bank, he yanked them off, dumped the water, and wrung out his socks. With his boots back on, he checked Alamo, making sure the horse wasn't injured; then he mounted, determined to find those kids and teach them a lesson. Playing childish pranks was one thing. He'd done his share of them. But throwing rocks at an animal was something else altogether.
"Heyah!" Alamo lurched forward. Luke hunkered low against the horse's neck until he cleared the tree line. He sat up, scanning the rolling hills. He didn't see any movement at first, but when he topped the closest hill, he found the rowdy trio racing for the edge of town. Luke hunched down and let his horse out in a full canter, quickly closing the distance between him and the kids.
All three glanced back, no longer ornery but scared. He'd never harm a child, but instilling a little fear for the law couldn't hurt anything.
The two tallest boys veered off to the left, outpacing the smaller kid. The boy stumbled and fell, bounced up, and shot for town. Luke aimed for that one as the older boys dashed behind the nearest house. The youngster pressed down his big floppy hat and pumped his short legs as fast as he could. The gap narrowed. Slowing Alamo, Luke leaned sideways and reached down, grabbing the youth by his overall straps. The child kicked his feet and flailed his arms, but Luke was stronger, quicker. He slung the kid across his lap.
"Let me go! I ain't done nothin'." The boy held his hat on with one hand and pushed against Luke's leg with the other hand. "You're gettin' me wet."
"Just lie still. And I wouldn't be wet if you hadn't thrown rocks at my horse." Luke held a firm hand on the kid's backside, but the boy still squirmed, trying to get free. "Don't make me tie you up."
Suddenly, he stilled. "You wouldn't."
"Whoa, 'Mo." Luke calmed his horse, fidgety from the child's activity. Alamo had carried him through all kinds of weather, fights with Indians in the Dakotas, and chasing down train robbers, but one skinny kid had him all riled up.
"My ma ain't gonna like you doin' this to me, mister."
Luke grunted, knowing the kid was probably right—but then his mama should have taught him not to throw rocks at strangers. The next man might shoot back.
Being sopping wet with a cocky kid tossed across his lap certainly wasn't the homecoming he'd planned.
Luke scanned Main Street as he rode in, noting the changes made over the past decade. Most of the buildings on this end of town, with the exception of the saloon, sported fresh coats of paint. The town hadn't grown nearly as much as he'd expected it would in the eleven years he'd been gone. With the new street that had been added after he left, the town roughly resembled a capital E: Bluebonnet Lane was the spine; and Main, Apple, and the new street served as the three arms.
Almost against his will, Luke's gaze turned toward the three-story Hamilton House that filled the end of Main Street. The house, no longer white with black accents, had been painted a soft green and trimmed with white. Rachel's influence, no doubt. If he kept going, he'd ride right up to her front door.
How much had she changed? Did she and James have a passel of children? A sharp pain stabbed his chest. They should have been his and Rachel's children, but the woman he'd loved had betrayed him. Married someone else—the town's wealthiest bachelor.
He shook his head. Stop! You're here to put the past behind you. Once and for all.
He couldn't allow himself to think about how Rachel had hurt him. He had to find a way to forgive her so he could move on, find a wife he could love, and start a family. Pushing thirty, he wasn't getting any younger. And why did returning home make him more nervous than he'd been the day he joined the cavalry a decade ago?
The boy he'd captured found new strength and bucked several more times. "My ma will take her broomstick to you, and I'm gonna laugh when she does."
Luke chuckled and shook his head. This kid needed his rear end tanned good, or maybe, beings as Luke was soon to be the town marshal, he should just lock the boy in jail for a few hours. That ought to scare him straight for a day or two.
A man exited the saloon, drawing Luke's attention to his right. The Wet Your Whistle had been enlarged and sported a fancy new sign in bright colors, which looked out of place against the weathered wood of the building. To his left, the livery looked to be well cared for. Was Sam still the owner? Or had his son taken over?
He rode past Polly's Café. The fragrant scents emanating out the open door reminded him that he hadn't eaten since his skimpy breakfast of coffee and a dried biscuit, leftover from dinner the night before. Maybe his cousins would join him for their noontime meal if they hadn't already eaten. 'Course, he had an issue of business to attend to before he could think of food.
Dolly, twin sister to Polly, evidently still owned the dressmaker's shop directly across from the café. The spinster had painted the small structure a ghastly pinkish-purple more suited to a saloon gal's dress. He almost felt sorry for the old building until he remembered that it sat next door to his cousins' freight office and they'd have to stare at it every day. He grinned. Served those rascals right.
He hauled the youngster up, slung him over his shoulder, then dismounted and tied Alamo to the hitching post outside of the Corbett Freight Office. A man and woman he didn't recognize approached on the boardwalk in front of the building. They gave him a quick glance, eyeing the child on his shoulder and his wet clothing. The man grinned and nodded, and they passed by, but the woman puckered up as if she'd sucked a lemon too long.
"Where do you live, kid?"
"None of your business." The boy kicked again and pounded on Luke's back. "Let me down, mister, 'fore I spew my breakfast all over your backside."
Luke chuckled and resisted smacking the boy's rear end. The kid had spunk; he'd give him that much.
"Ma! Ma! Help me!" The boy started bucking like a mule in a nest of rattlers.
A woman across the street halted and looked up, eyes wide. Her hand flew to her chest. She hiked her skirts and bounded down the boardwalk steps like a she-bear on attack. She quickly marched across the dirt street and stomped up the steps toward Luke. Her bonnet shielded her face, but for a woman with a child, she had a pleasing figure with curves in all the right places.
Luke lowered the kid but held on to the twisting boy's shoulders.
"Ma, he tried to kidnap me. Help me!"
Luke shook his head. "That's not the way of things, ma'am."
"Please let go of my daughter." The woman lifted her head and glared at him from under her sunbonnet.
Daughter? How had he missed that?
He glanced down at the kid again. The floppy hat hid the kid's hair and covered half her face. He yanked it off, and a matching set of auburn braids fell down against the girl's chest.
"Hey! That's my hat." She grabbed at it, but he held it high out of her reach.
What decent woman let her daughter run around dressed like a boy and playing pranks with older kids?
He clenched his jaw and stared at the woman again. Something inside him quickened.
The woman's irritated expression changed. Pale blue eyes widened, and her mouth gaped like a fish, opening and closing several times before anything spilled out. "Luke?"
A wagonload of gunpowder exploding right beside him couldn't have blindsided him more. "Rachel?"
She was older but still beautiful—still the woman he'd loved for so long. Luke straightened. No, he wouldn't give the thought a foothold. He'd known he would see Rachel when he'd decided to return to town, but this sure wasn't the meeting he'd expected. He'd faced all manner of dangers in his years in the cavalry, but as he stood there soaking wet in front of the woman who'd stolen his heart and then stomped on it, his brain plumb refused to send words to his mouth.
"You know this fellow, Ma? Make him give me my hat." The kid—the girl—stood as bold as you please with her hands on her hips, not looking the least bit repentant.
Luke captured Rachel's gaze, her light blue eyes looking big in the shadows of her navy calico bonnet. He forced himself to speak. "You should ... uh, keep your daughter away from rocks."
Rachel's brows puckered. "What?"
Realizing how ridiculous that sounded, he tossed the hat at the girl, spun around, and stormed toward his horse. For years, he'd thought about what he'd say to Rachel if he ever saw her again, but he'd never envisioned it being something about naughty kids or rocks. He groaned and shook his head. She probably thought he'd gone plumb loco. And maybe he had.CHAPTER 2
A horse in the street whinnied, drawing Rachel back to conscious thought. Luke Davis had returned to Lookout after eleven years. Why now?
"Ow, Ma! Let go." Jacqueline pried up the little finger of Rachel's trembling hand, and she released her death grip on her daughter's shoulder.
"Who was that man?"
The man who should have been your father—should have been my husband. Rachel watched Luke enter the livery with his horse following and forced some words through her dry throat. "Just someone I knew a long time ago."
"Well, he slung me over his saddle like I was a dead deer. Ain't you gonna do nothin' about that?"
Rachel took hold of her daughter's arm and forced her feet into action. She didn't want to be standing in the same spot if Luke suddenly exited the livery. On wobbly legs, she managed to make it two doors down, where a bench sat in front of the Lookout Bank. She plopped down, pulling Jacqueline with her.
This day had looked so promising when she'd first gotten up. Who could have dreamed that one man's return would change everything? Did he hate her for what she'd done? He didn't look happy to see her, but she understood why.
Dampness registered beneath her hand, and she glanced at her daughter. "Why are you all wet? Why are you dressed like that? And why aren't you in school?"
"I'm all wet because that yahoo was soppin' wet when he flung me across his lap."
"Why did he do that?" Rachel blinked, knowing she sounded like Jacqueline had back when she was four and asked why all the time. But she needed to know what had happened. What had Luke meant about her daughter and rocks? "Why was he all wet?"
"How should I know?" Jacqueline's dark blue eyes sparked, and she glanced toward the street. "Maybe he likes to take baths with his clothes on."
Pursing her lips, Rachel stared at her daughter. "Don't be crude, Jacqueline." She perused her daughter's flannel shirt, faded overalls, and boots—the clothes she was only supposed to wear when gardening. When had she changed out of her school dress? The girl was bound and determined to run with the boys of the town and skip school whenever she could. Rachel twisted her hands. If only she were a better mother, then maybe her daughter wouldn't run wild like a mustang. She sighed and stood. "Let's get home and get some dry clothes on you."
"I don't mind 'em. They'll dry soon enough." With her hands on her hips, she stared upward. "Who is that man?"
Rachel walked down the boardwalk toward Hamilton House. The big, three-story home she'd inherited when her husband died rose up at the end of the street like a monument to the Hamilton family. James wouldn't like how she'd turned the place into a boardinghouse to help support her and Jacqueline after he'd gambled away the Hamilton fortune.
"Ma–aaa. You're ignoring me."
No, not ignoring you. I just don't want to talk about Luke Davis. She stiffened her spine and glanced down at her daughter. "He's someone I went to school with many years ago."
"Why'd he come back here?"
"I don't know."
"Why are you so riled up?"
Rachel clenched a fold in her skirt and took a deep breath. She had to get control of herself. Guilt could be such a heavy burden, and seeing Luke again had brought it all rushing back as if the past eleven years had never happened. "I'm just surprised to see him again."
Jacqueline pursed her lips, studying her mother as if she didn't quite believe her. "Well, he'd better never haul me up on his horse again."
Rachel stopped in her tracks. "Just what did you do to him to cause that? I know Luke, and he's not the kind of person who'd manhandle a child without good reason."
Jacqueline's eyes grew wide as if she'd just been caught sneaking cookies from the jar in the kitchen. "Nothin'. I swear I didn't do nothin' to that sidewinder."
Rachel hiked up her chin. "We do not swear or call people names, young lady."
"Well, he's got no business treating a girl like that. Made my belly ache."
Rachel's gaze swerved down to her daughter's stomach. "I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you, but you still haven't explained yourself."
Jacqueline shrugged. "We just yelled at him for watering his horse in our swimming hole."
That didn't seem such a bad thing. Why would Luke take offense to that? Maybe he had changed in the years he'd been gone. Gotten cranky as he'd aged. Still, she couldn't help thinking there was more to the story than Jacqueline was sharing. "Let's get home and have dinner; then it's back to school for you."
Jacqueline hung her head. "Aw, do I have to? I wanted to go fishing with Jonesy and Ricky this afternoon."
"We have extra guests staying with us since the mayor's family is in town to celebrate his and his wife's twenty-fifth anniversary. I could use your help. Besides, you know how I feel about you skipping school to fish and hang around with those older boys."
"You just don't like them because they're poor." Jacqueline glared up at her.
Rachel stopped on her front porch, noting that the white wicker rockers were all aligned neatly and the greenery in the potted plants was filling out nicely. Too bad she couldn't keep her daughter so orderly. "That's not true. My family was poor. Folks who don't have much are just as good and decent as anyone else. The reason I object is that you're ten, and you have no business running around with boys who are three years older than you."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
The Anonymous Bride was a light enjoyable read. Vickie McDonough did a wonderful job developing each of the characters in the story. The brides were fun and kept you guessing. I highly recommend this if you enjoy a book that makes you smile.
This book was crafted by an excellent plotter - absolutely no sagging middle! Twists and turns and conflict and tension throughout the entire novel - not too much, not too little, but perfect. The chapters were about eight pages - enough to make you read one or two more before turning out the light. I really got a sense of the peacefulness surrounding Lookout, Texas in the late 1800's. This novel dealt with some sensitive issues in a careful yet clear manner. And the spiritual threads were very believable. I highly recommend this novel!
I love this book. In the way that I absolutely adore the writing of Christian Historical Romantic Comedy Author Mary Connealy, I now feel the same about Vickie McDonough. This book had me gasp and inwardly scream. I laughed out loud and snickered to myself. I turned the pages without abandon and I am so eagerly excited for the next book in the series Second Chance Brides that I forget about the pile of to-be-read books waiting for my attentions.There are many books and authors that ...more I love this book. In the way that I absolutely adore the writing of Christian Historical Romantic Comedy Author Mary Connealy, I now feel the same about Vickie McDonough. This book had me gasp and inwardly scream. I laughed out loud and snickered to myself. I turned the pages without abandon and I am so eagerly excited for the next book in the series Second Chance Brides that I forget about the pile of to-be-read books waiting for my attentions.There are many books and authors that I like, but you have to be something really special for me to absolutely love it. And I love it. I recommend this book without fail. Read it, love it, and escape within the pages to a humorous situation in a historical time that will leave you laughing, giggling and sighing with satisfaction of a wonderful read.*Thanks to Vickie McDonough and Angie Brillhart for providing a copy for review.*
This is a sweet innocent story about the new marshal of Lookout, Texas in 1886. His cousins thought he needed a bride to get over a old broken heart. They placed ads for mail-order brides. Three arrived to claim the marshal for a husband. Who would become his bride? I liked the storyline and it was a refreshing read. No cursing or carousing, with the characters having a faith in God. I like the antics of some of the children of the story. I loved the story of the bank robber, I laughed so hard I almost fell off my chair. Good read!
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Three mail order brides and his childhood sweetheart compete for Luke's affection in this often comical yet deeply moving faith based novel by Vickie McDonough. Luke Davis's eleven year absence from Lookout, TX ends when he accepts the position of town marshal. His feelings for his childhood sweetheart Rachel Hamilton are complicated by his inability to forgive her for unexpectedly and abruptly marrying his friend, James. The arrival of the three mail order brides his cousins Garrett and Mark sent for on his behalf forces Luke to fully put his newfound faith in God as he struggles to give Rachel the forgiveness they both so desperately need. The Anonymous Bride has no shortage of well-developed, charming characters. Rachel Hamilton runs a boardinghouse to support herself and her high spirited, tomboy daughter, Jacqueline, who prefers the more masculine name Jack. Rachel's deep and abiding faith shines through in her everyday actions as she sets aside her feelings for Luke and invites the mail order brides into her boardinghouse. Jack's rambunctious and humorous antics coupled with her heartwarming relationship with Luke keep The Anonymous Bride moving at an even pace as Ms. McDonough introduces each of the brides who answer the mail order bride advertisement. All of the ladies have compelling reasons for moving out West and facing an uncertain future with a man they have never met. The strength of Rachel's character is apparent in her selfless interactions with each of the women as she unfailingly helps them in their quest to win Luke's affection. Faith and forgiveness lie at the heart of The Anonymous Bride as both Rachel and Luke demonstrate their belief in the power of prayer. Their unwavering trust and faith in God is absolute as they unhesitatingly put their fate in His hands. Fans of historical romance do not want to miss this delightful romance that resonates with vibrant characters and a compelling story line. Originally Posted at the Long and Short of It Romance Reviews
If you are a fan of Vickie McDonough's Heartsong books, you will like this one twice as much. It holds the same tenderness, charm, and lovable characters with even more depth.
Call me weird but my favorite character in this book was niether Luke nor Rachel. My favorite is fiesty little Jacqueline. Or Jack as she prefers to be called. I enjoyed watching tomboy Jack fall in love with Luke in spite of herself. Loved how she became a matchmaker to insure the right bride won the contests.
Luke Davis was jilted by his betrothed, now Rachel Hamilton, the widow of his 'best friend.' He developed deeply-seated wounds from this rejection. He'd left Lookout and joined the cavalry for 11 years to escape the pain. He decided to return to Lookout, face his past issues with Rachel, and move on. Little did he know that Rachel was widowed. His anger and unforgiveness towards her continued to simmer deep inside regardless of her availability for marriage. Luke unfortunately told his two cousins that he would marry when the right woman came around. So under his name the cousins invited five women to come to Lookout as a mail-order bride, thinking only one would answer. When faced with three of the five invited mail-order brides, Luke was stymied as to what to do. To avoid embarrassment and a possible lawsuit, the mayor 'suggested' that Luke pick a bride and marry her-thus the contests for the women to prove their worthiness to be his wife. Rachel's rekindled love for Luke is being challenged by these three brides. I enjoy books about the 1880s and mail-order brides, but this one took the prize-not one bride, but three arrived, without Luke's prior knowledge. I found the method the town sought to remedy the situation for these women humorous. It sounded absurd when it was first suggested, but then I realized the time period and the dilemma these women were in, and it made sense. When you read about why these women came, you'll find some outlandish, yet understandable reasons for answering the call for a mail-order bride. The competition issues between the brides were portrayed so realistically. This was a fun read for these reasons. What hit home the most, though, were the issues of forgiveness and faith for Luke and Rachel. Some spoke directly to my own heart, as I'm sure they will affect many readers. The need for repentance and intense prayer also come forward. Vickie's weaving of these issues are so poignant and important to the story and to our own lives. Application of these truths can help all of to mature-albeit not an easy thing without the Lord's help. Vickie's great storyline and spiritual messages are what I look for in Christian novels. Great job, Vickie! This book was provide free by Angie, Publicist at Barbour Publishing, Inc. for my honest review.
The Anonymous Bride captured me on the first page. It is full of adventure, laughter, and heartache. It's been a long time since I've read a book that had me wishing there was more. I want to know what happens to the other brides in this book! How often do you read a book that has you asking questions and wishing the rest of the story was within the pages of the book you just finished? For me, it doesn't happen very often. Thank you Mrs. McDonough for a fantastic read!!
The Anonymous Bride is a fun filled Wild West adventure I couldn't put down and didn't want to end. I enjoyed everyone minute of reading this book. Vickie gets into the heart and truth about forgiveness, what it is, what it looks like and how we can begin to forgive ourselves and others in our lives. I'm so thankful for a review copy of such a fun and meaningful book. I instantly adored the characters who reminded me a little bit of how they related to one another of the Beverly Hillbillies-western style! I smiled whenever young Jacqueline, who insisted on being called Jack, spoke up. Here is what she says to the new Marshall, "You put that dog in jail? What did he do?" "Stealing and being a public nuisance." Marshall says forcing away a grin. "heard tell he snatched a pie right out of Myrtle Williams' kitchen window." "Marshall, what's gonna happen to the dog? You ain't gonna hang'm are you? Jack said in all seriousness. I loved Jack's zest for life, her innocence and how she wasn't afraid to tell people what she thought. Rachael Hamilton, Jack's mom who's lived in the town of Lookout most of her life, thought things were good until Luke Davis came back to town as the new Marshall. There were hurt feelings between the two of them and for good reason! Could Luke Davis ever forgive Rachael for her betrayal? Rachael didn't think so-could she take his daily rejection? Three young ladies show up in this little town claiming to be mail-order-brides for Marshall Luke Davis. Luke doesn't know anything about these ladies and the whole town explodes in excitement trying to make sense of it all. The Mayor suggests to a contest between the woman to win the Marshall's favor and create some fun for the town, that's when the fun begins. This is the first book in the Texas Boardinghouse series. The sequel Second Chance Brides will be released the Fall of 2010, I can't wait. Nora St.Laurent ACFW Book Club Coordinator
When it comes to prairie romance, the mail-order bride concept is always a draw. Hmm, how could a gal get herself into such a pickle? What could draw someone to want to head into the wild west and marry a complete stranger? These questions intrigued me, as they might any romance reader, Vickie McDonough must have asked herself the same thing when she penned her new book from Barbour Publishing, The Anonymous Bride. Her answers made the book a galloping read. At the heart of the story are ex-cavalryman Luke Davis and his one-time sweetheart Rachel Hamilton and her little girl. Rachel jilted Luke eleven years ago and married his best friend instead. Now Luke has returned to Lookout, Texas as the new town marshal, and he realizes that the bitterness he feels for her still runs deep, even though she's a widow. His cousins, on the other hand, aren't so sure he's over Rachel, and they devise a scheme that'll either get them back together for good, or will have Luke married to someone else. The next thing you know, there are not one, but three mail-order brides coming to town, and a fourth yet to show. A contest for Luke's hand ensues, but it's an anonymous bride's competition that really heats things up. The Anonymous Bride was a romp to read. I especially like the way Ms. Mcdonough writes the extra characters. The cousins were my favorite. Their dialogue is crisp, witty, and real. The girls coming as brides each had remarkable stories of their own. I found their situations believable - enough so that I would've considered being a mail-order bride myself if I were in their shoes. And, there's an outside threat that keeps the reader wondering, too. Spiritually, the author was committed both to the tale and to showing the characters' struggles with faith and forgiveness. Mostly this works, but there was a place or two where I felt that the spiritual battle was more tacked in than an indigenous to the story. The only other criticism I had was that I felt like Luke Davis agreed to his cousins' schemes too easily. Even though the mayor was pressuring him to choose a wife for his job's sake, I had a hard time thinking that a tough, good-looking man with Luke's life experiences would agree to do it. But then, maybe there's plenty that would. Still, fiction lovers have to have a willingness to believe, and despite these minor details, the story was fun and fast reading. Carly Payton's character as one of the "brides" was an especially good twist. You'll have to read it though, to see why! 3 ½ Stars for The Anonymous Bride, first in the Texas Boardinghouse Series.
Veteran writer Vickie McDonough's first trade length novel, THE ANONYMOUS BRIDE, delights and entertains with fresh characters and puts a fun, new spin on the mail order bride story. Set in late nineteenth century Texas in the fictional town of Lookout, the characters dance off the page from the very first scene. When Luke Davis returns to the hometown he left several years, he is excited about being the new town marshal, but dreads facing Rachel, the woman who betrayed him and married his best friend years ago. Before he's hardly unpacked, three mail order brides arrive - each under the impression that she will be the marshal's bride. The scenario makes for many humorous moments as the town becomes involved in the drama of the prospective brides competing to be the marshal's wife. When an anonymous bride enters the competition, the stakes are raised as well as a few eyebrows. Vickie has assembled a fun cast of characters. Particularly engaging were Rachel's daughter, Jack (Jacqueline) and a rowdy ex-outlaw named Carly, who is not who she seems. The Anonymous Bride has enough twists and turns, laugh-out-loud moments, and tender romance to keep the any lover of historical romance happy. I loved this book and applaud Vickie for this stellar first course in the Boardinghouse Brides series. I received this book from the publisher for review.
THE ANONYMOUS BRIDE BY VICKIE McDONOUGH Book One of the Texas Boardinghouse Series, The Anonymous Bride is an authentic Wild West story. Author Vickie McDonough has done a fabulous job of placing the reader in the Wild West setting. The readers will be transported back in time to Lookout, Texas in 1886 where the hero is the new Marshall and the heroine is his ex-fiance. This book has it all - captivating setting, characters that you will love (well, most of them, anyway), humor and faith. And the "choosing the bride contests" are funny! This is a great book for your summer reading list.
I love a good mail order bride story and THE ANONYMOUS BRIDE was such a fun one! Marshall of Lookout, Texas, Luke Davis, isn't looking to get married, not at least until three brides arrive, brides he never asked for! The laughs were abundant as Luke finds himself placed in the middle of one town's determination to see him married. While the premise might sound farfetched, the novel wasn't. Each step made perfect sense and the characters quickly became real. The tension between Luke and the woman he loves, was strong and magnetic. It's fast paced and lively and I just love the friction between the three brides and the woman who really loves Luke. The contest scenes were hilarious, but my favorite part was when the brides all showed up. I could see it unfold before my eyes; I wouldn't want to be standing in Luke's boots right then! I loved the different threads woven through the book. From a disobedient child to a murdering, kidnapping outlaw. It kept me turning pages and I am so thrilled I was given the chance to read this book. This review is my honest opinion. Thanks to the author for a copy to influence.