Doctor in Petticoats (Sophie's Daughters Series #1)

Doctor in Petticoats (Sophie's Daughters Series #1)

by Mary Connealy

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What happens when an idealistic student nurse encounters an embittered army doctor in a stagecoach accident? How will she react when she learns her training didn’t prepare her for tragic reality? How will he, an army deserter, respond to needs when he vowed to never touch another patient? Can these two stubborn mules find common ground on which to work and bring healing to West Texas?

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ISBN-13: 9781607421955
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Incorporated
Publication date: 07/01/2010
Series: Sophie's Daughters Series , #1
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 61,137
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Mary Connealy writes romantic comedy with cowboys. She is a Carol Award winner, and a Rita, Christy, and Inspirational Reader’s Choice finalist. She is the bestselling author of the Wild at Heart series, Trouble in Texas series, Kincaid Bride series, Lassoed in Texas trilogy, Montana Marriages trilogy, Sophie’s Daughters trilogy, and many other books. Mary is married to a Nebraska cattleman and has four grown daughters and a little bevy of spectacular grandchildren. Find Mary online at

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Doctor in Petticoats

By Mary Connealy

Barbour Publishing, Inc.

Copyright © 2010 Mary Connealy
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-60742-196-2


Mosqueros, Texas, 1879

Beth McClellen would die before she missed Mandy's wedding.

That wasn't some cute expression. It was a plain, bald fact.

She would probably be pounded to death any minute now.

The stagecoach, in its four-day-long quest to hit every bump and rock in northwest Texas, lurched into the air then slammed back onto its wheels. She'd planned to take the train all the way to Mosqueros, but a cyclone had ripped out a bridge somewhere and the trains weren't running. So Beth had no choice but to take the much slower stagecoach.

She'd still hoped to make the wedding. But it was cutting things really close. Even with the irritating delay, the stage had appealed to her. Horses, fresh air, Texas scenery—after four years in the teeming city of Boston, she thought the stage was brilliant.

She was an idiot.

The coach tilted up sharply as the trail rose. Beth fell against the seat back. "How can this thing stay in one piece?"

She didn't expect an answer from the drunk across from her and she didn't get one.

He did slide farther down on the seat, slumping sideways, growling in his—well, Beth wasn't about to call it sleep. Stupor was more like it. She braced herself to shove him to the floor if he fell forward onto her. She'd use him as a footrest, and for the first time in days the man would serve some use on this earth.

Give me strength to keep from knocking him to the floor on purpose, Lord.

They reached the hilltop and the ascent switched to descent. The stage picked up speed and the hooves of the horses rose from plodding walks to fast clips.

Beth knew it by sound and feel, not sight. She'd closed the curtains to block out the sun, hoping to also block some of the billowing dust that seeped through the windows. And if it lessened the stifling heat of an August Texas a few degrees, it might also lessen the stench of her fellow rider.

Darkness might keep him asleep, too. She could only pray to the good Lord it would. The few times he'd been semi-lucid, he tended to break into rants about the dreadful state of the world. He'd start with generalities then launch into particulars, muttering to himself as if she wasn't there and he was a lunatic.

Well, if he thought he was alone, then he was wrong, wrong, wrong. But he was right on one count—he was definitely a lunatic.

More than once in the last four days, she'd been tempted to shut him up with the butt end of the pistol she had strapped to her ankle.

The driver shouted over the thundering hooves of his four horses. He'd been shouting at the poor horses for days.

Beth was tempted to swing out the door, clamber onto the top of the stage, and beat the man to within an inch of his life for the way he pushed his horses. And it didn't pass unnoticed that Beth was contemplating violence against every man within her reach.

It had been a long trip home.

The driver wasn't completely heartless. They'd stopped several times and gotten a new team, but the relentless pace, the shouting of the driver—they wore the poor horses down long before they finished their run.

Another shout had Beth sitting straighter. It was a new shout, laced with fear—nothing she'd heard from the driver before. She pushed aside the curtain on the window and saw the same desolate, broken range she'd been seeing all day. West Texas, a brutal, barren place.

Her family had found a fertile valley in this desolation, but almost the only one. A rugged, man-eating, soul-crushing country that either hardened people into gleaming white diamonds or pulverized them into useless coal dust.

Beth liked to think she was a diamond. And she'd crushed her share of men into dust right along with Texas.

The trail was narrow. They were rolling quickly down one of the thousand dips in the mountainous area.

The driver shouted again. "Whoa."

That really caught her attention. The man never said whoa. Not outside of town. He stopped for nothing.

She leaned forward, holding her breath because she was a little too close to the snoring, reeking passenger. She'd been on this stage for four days in the sweltering heat and roiling dust and she was no fresh posy herself, but this guy was ridiculous.

The stagecoach slowed, slid sideways, and picked up speed. The driver shouted and cursed and Beth could see, if she angled her head, the man battling with the brake.

Had the brake given out? Was the stagecoach a runaway? No, not a runaway. She could feel the brakes dragging on the wheels, hear the scrape of the brake as it tried to slow the heavy stage.

"Keep your head. Keep your head." Muttering, Beth knew the side she'd just looked out of rode too close to a rock face that rose high on her left. She slid to the other side of the coach. Before, she'd been too close to the man's feet. Now she could smell his breath.

Inhaling the dusty air and stench through her mouth to make it bearable, she pushed back the curtain on this side and her stomach twisted.

The whole world fell away from this side of the coach.

She stood, holding on to the rocking, jouncing stagecoach. Letting go with one hand, she shoved the door open. Poking her head out she saw ... disaster. Dead ahead.

Emphasis on dead.

No way was she getting home for that wedding.

A stagecoach lay on its side not a hundred yards down the trail. Bodies everywhere. A quick glance told Beth that five people were unconscious or dead on the ground. If they hit that wreckage, they'd kill any passengers left alive then plunge over the side of the mountain.

Beth saw a horse racing away far down the trail, dragging harness leather behind him. No sign of the three other horses that had pulled the ruined stage. A sudden twist in the trail concealed the accident, but it was still coming.

Beth started praying with every breath. And she asked for the thing this country demanded most.

Lord, give me strength.

The driver shouted again, throwing his whole body on the brake while he sawed on the reins. His horses leaned back until they were nearly sitting on their haunches, fighting the forward motion of the heavy stagecoach. He didn't have the strength to hold the brake and the horses on this steep incline.

Beth's ma hadn't raised her to spend a lot of time fretting and wringing her hands. If there was a bronc to bust, Beth busted it. If there was a wagon to pull, Beth hopped out and started pulling before anyone had to ask.

That was the McClellen way.

So helping was a given, and it didn't take but a second to know she wasn't going out on the side that might crush her between the mountain and a racing stage. So the cliff side was her only choice.

One horse whinnied, a terrible, frightened sound. Beth could have wept for the scared animal if she was inclined toward tears—which she wasn't.

The shout and the frightened horse jerked the nasty scourge of a man who was Beth's traveling companion upright in the seat, as if he'd been poked by a pin. "Wha'waz'at?"

Ignoring the idiot, Beth swung herself onto the roof, grateful she'd changed into her riding skirt for the journey home. Just as she heaved herself upward, the stage rounded a bend in this poisonous sidewinder of a trail.

Beth's feet had just hooked over the top of the stage and they slipped. For a terrible second, Beth was thrown out. Her legs dangled over nothingness. Her fingers clawed at the railing atop the stage. Her wrists creaked as the weight of her body fought her slender hands. One hand lost its grip. She clawed frantically for a hold. Her fingers ached; the palms of her hands were scraped raw.

Give me strength.

After heart-pounding seconds of doubt that she had the strength, she regained her hold.

Then the trail straightened and Beth's legs swung back with nearly as much force as they'd flown out. Her boots, with their pointed leather toes, smacked into her fellow passenger.


It felt like she hit him in the head. That cheered her somewhat and helped her ignore her now-bleeding hands.

Give me strength, Lord. Give me strength.

Scowling at the mess ahead of them on the trail, Beth assumed—if they figured out a way not to die in the next five minutes—they'd be held up for a good long time. She was definitely going to miss the wedding, and that made her mad clean through.

Rage gave her the burst of energy she needed to drag herself onto the roof. She landed on her side on top of her wretched home for the last few days with an oomph of pain. She didn't know if God gave strength in the form of rage, but she took it as a gift anyway.

Rolling to her hands and knees, she scooted forward. "Get over!"

The stage driver shouted in surprise and practically jumped off the seat. A stage driver ought to have steadier nerves.

"I can drive a team. Get over and hand me the reins. You concentrate on the brakes."

The man didn't move, staring at her like he was a half-wit.

Beth dropped down beside him and wrenched the reins out of his hands.

"You can't drive this thing." But before he was done yelling, the lout must have noted her experienced grip on the handful of reins. He left her to the horses, turned to the brake, and threw every ounce of his considerable weight against it.

The wheels scratched on the rocky trail, skidding, slowing, shoving the horses along in front of it.

"Whoa!" Beth shouted, rising to her feet, hauling with all her strength—and some strength besides that must have been supplied by the Almighty because the horses responded.

With the stage slowing from the brake, the horses weren't being pushed as hard. They slowed.

It was taking too long.

They came around the next curve. Death and destruction loomed only yards ahead.

Beth leaned harder, bracing her feet, calling to the team in a voice she'd learned years ago got an uncommon response from animals. Her family being the exception, she'd rather be with animals than most people she'd met.

Give me strength. Give me strength. Give me strength.

Suddenly, a weight hit her from behind and almost tossed her headfirst onto the horses' hooves. A viselike arm snaked around her waist to stop her fall. Then, the second she was steady, two hands gripped the reins. And she had the strength of ten.

And the stench told her who was helping her.

High time the drunk got involved in saving his own worthless hide.

The stage driver shouted with exertion. The stage slowed. The wheels locked, sliding now, scratching on the coarse, rocky trail.

They skidded straight for the wreckage. The trail narrowed. No getting around it.

Just ahead the stage lay on its side. It looked like it had rolled at least once, judging by the damage. Doors were broken off, wheels shattered.

Only a miracle had kept the coach from plunging off the edge.

One woman lay closest to Beth's stage. Her four horses would trample the injured woman. Then the stage would roll over what was left of her.

She shouted to the team, but the horses were nearly sitting on their haunches now. The lead horse on the left, a dark red chestnut with black mane and tail, screamed in terror at what lay straight in their path.

Give me strength. Give me strength. Give me strength.

The man's arms flexed. Muscle like corded steel flexed as he pulled and added his voice to the shouts of "Whoa!"

The woman on the ground lying facedown stirred. She raised her chest up with her arms and turned to the noise. Blood soaked her hair and face. Her blue gingham dress had one arm ripped off and the woman's bare shoulder looked raw. Her eyes widened at the oncoming stage. Her mouth gaped in horror as the stage skidded nearer, nearer, nearer.

Twenty feet, then ten, then five.

Give me strength, Lord.

The man behind found more strength and pulled until his muscles bulged.

The stage passed over the woman.

The skidding stopped.

Too late.


Dust swallowed the stage. Beth was blinded.

The horses had trampled the poor woman.

Give me strength. Give me strength. Give me strength.

Practically throwing herself to the ground in the choking dirt, one battered, bleeding hand slipped on the stage seat and Beth nearly fell. Ignoring her own pain, she hung on grimly, scrambled to the ground, and rushed to the horses' heads.

The woman had rolled off to the side or they'd have crushed her to death. She'd saved herself.

Beth wanted to shout in triumph and give the woman a big hug. Instead, Beth dropped to the rocky, dusty trail beside the bleeding woman. "Lie still. Please." She guided the woman to her back. "Let me make sure you don't have any broken bones."

Beth had trained four years for this. But this was her first real chance to use her medical skills—more doctor than nurse thanks to the generosity of the doctor she'd apprenticed with.

Out of the corner of her eye, Beth saw the stage driver lead the horses to the side, tie them to a scrub pine on the uphill slope, and then rush to the closest victim.

The woman stared sightlessly upward as if the horror had taken a firm hold of her mind and wouldn't release her.

"Don't be afraid." Beth used her horse-soothing voice. People responded well to it, too. Finally she slipped past the lady's terror.

"My husband. Is my husband all right?" The injured lady's face was coated in drying blood. She grabbed the front of Beth's dress with one hand. Her other, more battered arm moved weakly, nearly useless. Beth let the woman drag her forward until their noses almost touched.

Smoothing back the woman's hair, Beth tried to soothe her. "I'll go check your husband."

Beth didn't waste time prying the overwrought woman's hands loose. Instead, she murmured comfort and, even with her head held tight, managed to check the woman's arms and legs, her ribs and head, searching for injuries.

There was obvious swelling along her ribs and the woman winced with pain when Beth pressed, but the bones held. Cracked, not broken—Beth hoped. The bleeding arm was cut to shreds, but the bone was intact. The woman gritted her teeth and dragged in a painful breath when Beth touched too close to the shoulder.

Beth noted the bleeding head wound was more dried than wet. That told its own story of how long these folks had been here—hours most likely, but not days. There was a chance the wounded could still be helped. "Please, let me go so I can check on your husband."

No response.

Give me strength. Give me strength.

This time Beth's strength might be required to tear loose from the death grip.

Suddenly the woman released Beth's collar. "Go." The woman's pain-filled eyes seemed rational. "I—I can tell my arms and legs work. I'll be fine. Go check the others."

Beth gasped for breath then nodded, satisfied the woman didn't need anything right now. God willing, this one would survive. Beth patted the woman's hand. "I'll see to your husband."

Beth stood and raced toward the next victim. She noticed the drunk climbing down from the stage at last, unsteady, more of a danger to the injured than a help. He might trip over them, and if that didn't kill them, his breath would finish them off.

Beth scolded herself. They'd have never gotten the stage stopped without his help.

Fine, she'd stop thinking of him as a waste of human flesh. Now if only the bum would stay downwind.

The stage driver rushed to another victim.

Beth headed for a man pinned under the wrecked coach. His body was crushed. The man was beyond help, and Beth prayed for his soul and any loved ones he'd left behind as she raced on. Another man lay dead beneath the wheels of the stage, his neck bent at a horrible angle, his eyes gaping and empty.

There were six in all. Four alive. Only the woman was conscious.

The woman finally got to her feet and assisted. She found her husband, unconscious but among the living, and turned her attention to him.

The stage driver got a canteen of water and the three of them washed wounds.

Two more of the victims began rousing. One had a badly broken leg.

The woman's husband had a dislocated shoulder. As he awakened, he was maddened with pain. Still only partly conscious, he couldn't lie still, yet every move caused cries of anguish, awful to hear from anyone but somehow worse from a man.

Beth had read of dislocated joints in her studies, but she'd never had the opportunity to try and repair one.

His wife struggled to calm him. Every time he lashed out he'd bump her somehow and she'd gasp with pain.

"What's your name?" Beth asked, trying to get the situation under control. Maybe if they all just took a minute to calm down ...


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Doctor in Petticoats 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 40 reviews.
AAR More than 1 year ago
DOCTOR IN PETTICOATS (SOPHIE'S DAUGHTERS) by Mary Connealy is a wonderfully delightful Inspirational Historical Romance set in Texas and Montana in the 1879's. This is the first in the Sophie's Daughters series.It is well written with depth, detail and humor. It has faith, family, romance, redemption,and forgiveness in one's self. The plot has two stories weaving together in reference to Sophie's daughters. We see characters from some of Ms. Connealy's other stories reappearing. The characters are strong, determined, full of faith, independent, selfless,and witty.The hero is a doctor who is guilt ridden by the war and it atrocities. He walks away from military life wounded physically and emotionally after a devastating event, unable to doctor due to nightmares and such. The heroine wants to be a doctor, she is strong and full of faith. They meet on a stagecoach which happens upon another stagecoach on the road that has been in an accident with injured passengers. The heroine helps the hero, he leans on her and as they say the rest is history.The secondary characters are just as intriguing, their story is wonderfully written. I would highly recommend the story. I can hardly wait for the next installment. This book was received for review from Net Galley and details can be found at My Book Addiction and More and Barbour Books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was my first book by this author and inspired me to immediately purchase a few more upon finishing this one. I love the grit of Beth and Sophie, the theme of finding strength through faith especially when you feel you don't deserve it, and how well the characters are fleshed out. I honestly could have done without some of Mandy's chapters, but I understand the purpose. It slowed down the story's pace a little. Other than that I really enjoyed this book and now have several more by this author in my TBR.
ReviewsbyMolly on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Mary Connealy's new series, Sophie's Daughters, is E-X-C-E-L-L-E-N-T! I loved EVERYTHING about this book, from Mary's seasoned writing to the plot to sweet Sophie herself. There was no way I was putting this book down once I got started. WOWEE! Doctor in Petticoats is Beth McClellan's story and oh boy! What a story this spunky one has. All she wants to be is a doctor....that is until she meets a broken, crazy lunatic by the name of Alex Buchanan. Both these fabulous characters wormed their way into my heart to stay. Mary Connealy really pulled me into the story with these two. I was right side beside them, in a west Texas town, helping to heal others. If only I could REALLY go back into time and to that town! While I love the characters that Mary Connealy created for this tender cowboy story, I loved the laugh-out-loud humor she uses the most. It really gives her stories added oomph and keeps the readers hungry for more! Between the laughs and the spiritual messages this book was HARD to resist! If you've never read Mary's work, this would be a great place to start, so what are you waiting for? Do so now! Doctor in Petticoats is more than 5 star worthy, and should be read again and again....and again! I can't wait to read about another of Sophie's spunky, sweet daughters in Wrangler in Petticoats. Well done, Mary! *This book was provided for review by Barbour Books*
cherryblossommj on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Every time I finish reading a new book from Mary Connealy I am astonished at how well I have been entertained. I giggled, I cried and I had a desire to throw the book across the room in response to the "bad guys". Doctor in Petticoats is no different on that line of thinking. I was not disappointed and nor will any reader of Mary Connealy be unhappy with this novel.This is the first book in the Sophie's Daughter series, it comes after Lassoed in Texas series and the Montana Marriages Trilogy. While I was reading I knew that it was to be a continuation of the Lassoed in Texas series as the first book there, Petticoat Ranch is Sophie's story. I was not prepared to find an interwoven continuation of the Montana Marriages Trilogy, I literally cried with happiness. :) In part this was a story about the oldest daughter Beth, but it was also about the next daughter Mandy. So many personalities on the page and full on entertainment.Beth McCellen finds a groom and way to be a real Doctor in Alex Buchanan. Mandy follows her heart into a marriage that might be the biggest mistake she ever made. I love this book and start of a new series, I cannot wait for the second book in Wrangler in Petticoats and then especially the third in the series Sharpshooter in Petticoats to continue Mandy and her sisters' stories.*Thanks to Shalyn Sattler of Barbour Books for providing a copy for review.*
kittycrochettwo on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book starts out fast, just like a runaway stagecoach, and doesn't slow down until the end!Beth McClellan is on her way home to see her sister Mandy marry, she has been away from home studying to be a nurse, She is headed home on a stagecoach, and one of the passengers is a stinky man that she assumes is a drunk. When they happen upon an accident where there are injured people Beth demands that the drunk help her, boy is she surprised when it turns out he "Alex" is a doctor. Alex Buchanan is a doctor who is a wanted man. There is a bounty hunter looking for him, because he deserted from the army after witnessing so much death and misery. Heartsick he abandons his medical profession, and tries to keep it a secret that he is a doctor. When he and Beth arrive in Mosqueros he wants nothing more than to work on the McClellan ranch. When the community finds out he is a doctor, he is soon set up with an office and several patients. The only way he can practice medicine is if Beth is by his side, he draws strength from her, so the solution is to marry her. Will Beth marry a stranger so that she can achieve her goal of practicing medicine, and can Alex face his demons and find solace in Mosqueros?This was such a fast paced story that I didn't put it down, reading it in one sitting. I loved the character of Beth she is a self assured lady who also has a quick wit. I found myself laughing out loud on several occasions. I also enjoyed how the book bounces back and forth between the sisters. When Mandy realizes her marriage is a mistake, she feels like she has to honor her wedding vows and stick it out.If your a fan of fast paced, historical christian fiction then you are going to love this book. This was my first time reading anything by Mary Connealy and she now has a new fan in me. I am anxious to read the next book in the series.Book provided by Netgalley and Barbour Publishing in exchange for an honest review.
Lovez2read on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Beth McClellen, a nurse who has been trained by a doctor; is riding on the stagecoach across from an annoying and very smelly she man believes is drunk. They come across a brutal stage coach accident and Beth forces him to help her while she helps the wounded. Beth is surprised when the drunk, Alex, turns out to be a doctor-- a doctor who is and army deserter and is on the run from the horrors and memories of his time as an army doctor in the war. He can only function with Beth at his side, yelling at him. Beth is drawn to healing him, just as she was drawn into nursing. He is drawn to her faith and her strength. Soon they form a partnership of sorts, more like a co-dependence and...well, I can¿t tell you more or it would spoil a wonderful story!Mary Connealy is a wonderful writer, and the thoughts that run through her characters minds are always intriguing and good for a few chuckles. I especially liked that she created a spiritually and mentally wounded man. But don¿t get me wrong; although he is a broken man struggling for sanity and clarity of mind, he is still a rugged manly man! You do not have to read the rest of the series to understand this book, but it is highly recommended that you do. I personally have liked all of Mary Connealy¿s book series, but Husband Tree is still my favorite book by her. Mary Connealy gives a good performance in these books. She is a great storyteller. Her books just keep getting better and better. I look forward to reading each and every book she creates!
tarenn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
DOCTOR IN PETTICOATS (SOPHIE'S DAUGHTERS) by Mary Connealy is a wonderfully delightful Inspirational Historical Romance set in Texas and Montana in the 1879's. This is the first in the Sophie's Daughters series.It is well written with depth, detail and humor. It has faith, family, romance, redemption,and forgiveness in one's self. The plot has two stories weaving together in reference to Sophie's daughters. We see characters from some of Ms. Connealy's other stories reappearing. The characters are strong, determined, full of faith, independent, selfless,and witty.The hero is a doctor who is guilt ridden by the war and it atrocities. He walks away from military life wounded physically and emotionally after a devastating event, unable to doctor due to nightmares and such. The heroine wants to be a doctor, she is strong and full of faith. They meet on a stagecoach which happens upon another stagecoach on the road that has been in an accident with injured passengers. The heroine helps the hero, he leans on her and as they say the rest is history.The secondary characters are just as intriguing, their story is wonderfully written. I would highly recommend the story. I can hardly wait for the next installment. This book was received for review from Net Galley and details can be found at My Book Addiction and More and Barbour Books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very disappointing over used story lines. I would not spend the money to read it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed this immensely
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The female characters were strong, but that is where the appeal ended.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was astonished by the way this series of books portrays men. Almost every male character had to be treated like idiots, they were emotional, weak, and irrational. I am a woman and was appaled. Book #2 (Wrangler in Petticoats) is was just as bad. Could be a great series if the writer would have respect for men.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love everything about this book. Movin on to book two..
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wfnren More than 1 year ago
Yet another GREAT book by Mary!  -   I have never read one of Mary's books that I didn't love and this one is no different. I have had this series on my TBR list for a while and finally got started on them, I should have done so sooner. I really enjoyed they way the characters connected with their eyes, I could just imagine myself looking on when this was happening and admiring the love they felt in order for one to gain strength from the other just through the eye contact. Oh yes, this looks like it will be another 'must read' series for Christian/Fiction/Romance book lovers. Thank you yet again for another great book Mary!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Stories moved along nicely great to have them all together didn't have to stop after the first one to find and purchase the next in the series
Broadwayphan902 More than 1 year ago
Amazing books, as always from this wonderful author. I loved Both Alex and Beth. They may be some of my favorite characters from Mary Connealy. The plot was great and very unique. Humor was in every chapter, so it was definitely not a disappointment. The second half of this book was just as amazing as the first, and I definitely recommend it.  Sadly, I have a copy of the next book in the series, Wrangler in Petticoats, BUT I CANNOT FIND IT AND IT MAKES ME SAD. I really want to read it ...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another great, fun, light fead from Connealy. You just gotta love her style!!
ilovetoreadTN More than 1 year ago
Sweet love story!
Shirttail More than 1 year ago
be sure to read in the order of the series. These are about the children in other books she wrote and now are grown up. All the books are fun to read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lots of twists and turns. Characters that you cheer for and against. Looking forward to the next book.
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GHott More than 1 year ago
Beth's attitude was so much fun! I loved her. Mandy was adorable. Many times I read Mary's books and feel like I'm being told my father's memories. They seem completely real and familiar but are so much fun you have to wonder if they're really true. Thanks so much for another fun time!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago