One White Rose

One White Rose

by Julie Garwood

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Overview

#1 New York Times bestselling queen of romance Julie Garwood offers the beloved novellas of the Clayborne brothers, now each available as a separate ebook—at an irresistible price!

The Clayborne brothers are back and love is in bloom! First introduced in Julie Garwood’s magnificent New York Times bestseller For the Roses, the Clayborne brothers of Blue Belle, Montana, have been embraced by millions worldwide. In the classic One White Rose, quiet, steady Douglas Clayborne will do anything to protect a creature in need—and that includes the stubborn, beautiful, and strong-willed Isabel Grant.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781501131455
Publisher: Pocket Star
Publication date: 06/13/2016
Series: Clayborne Series , #2
Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 160
Sales rank: 14,602
File size: 4 MB

About the Author

Julie Garwood is the author of numerous New York Times bestsellers, including Fire and Ice, Shadow Music, Shadow Dance, Murder List, Killjoy, Mercy, Heartbreaker, Ransom, and Come the Spring. There are more than thirty-six million copies of her books in print.

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From Chapter 1

She let out a little sigh and tucked her head under his chin as soon as he stepped outside the barn. The rain was still coming down hard, and he was sorry he didn't have anything to wrap around her. The log cabin she called home was approximately fifty yards away, and by the time he had carried her

A single lantern provided the only light inside the cabin. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, but what he noticed most of all was the scent of roses that filled the air. To the right of the entrance was an oblong table covered with a yellow-and-white checked gingham tablecloth, and in its center sat a crystal vase filled with at least a dozen white roses in full bloom. It was obvious she had tried to bring beauty and joy into the stark reality of her life, and the simple, feminine gesture made him ache for her.

The cabin was spotless. A stone fireplace faced the door, and on the mantel was a cluster of silver frames with photographs. A rocking chair with a yellow-and-white-checked cushion had been placed to the left of the hearth and a tall-backed wooden chair with spindly legs sat on the opposite side. Two knitting needles protruded from a burgundy ball of yarn on the footrest, and long strands coiled down to the colorful braided rag rug.

"You've got a real nice place, he said.

"Thank you. I wish my kitchen were larger. I put up the drape to separate it from the main room. It's always such a clutter. I was going to clean it up after I finished in the barn."

"Don't worry about it."

"Did you notice the roses? Aren't they beautiful? They grow wild near the tree line behind the field. Parker planted more on the side of the house, but they haven't taken root yet."

Douglas's practical nature reasserted itself. "You shouldn't have gone out by yourself. You could have fallen."

"It gave me pleasure to bring them inside, and I'm certain the exercise was good for me. I hate being cooped up all day. Please let me stand. I'm feeling fine now."

He did as she requested but continued to hold on to her arm until he was sure she was steady. "What can I do to help?"

"Would you start a fire? I put the wood in the hearth, but I didn't want to light it until I got back from the barn."

"You carried wood inside?"

"It is my fault the baby's coming early, isn't it' I carried wood down from the hills early this morning. I went back up again this afternoon to collect more. It gets so cold and damp at night...I wasn't thinking, and now my baby's going toï"

He interrupted before she could get all worked up again. "Calm down, Isabel. Lots of women do chores right up to the delivery. I was just concerned about the possibility of falling. That's all."

"Then why did you say..."

"Falling," he said again. "That's all I was thinking about. You didn't fall, so no harm was done. Now, stop worrying."

She nodded and started across the room. He grabbed hold of her arm, told her to lean on him, and slowed the pace to a crawl.

"It's going to take me an hour to get to the bedroom if you keep treating me like an invalid."

He moved ahead and opened the door. It was pitch black inside.

"Don't move until I get the lantern. I don't want you toï"

"Fall? You seem terribly worried about that possibility.

"No offense, but you're so big in the middle you can't possibly see your own feet. Of course I'm worried you'll fall."

She actually laughed, and she hadn't done that in such a long time.

"You need to get out of your wet clothes," he reminded her.

"There's a pair of candles on the dresser to your right."

He was happy to have something to do. He felt awkward and totally out of his element. He didn't realize his hands were shaking until he tried to light the candles. It took him three attempts before he succeeded. When he turned around, she was already folding back a colorful quilt on the bed.

"You're drenched. You really need to get out of your wet clothes before you do anything else," he said.

"What about you? Do you have a change of clothes?" she asked.

"In my saddlebags. If you don't need help, I'll start the fire; then I'll go back to the barn and take care of the horses. Have yours been fed?"

"Yes," she answered. "Be careful with Pegasus. He doesn't like strangers." She stared down at the floor with her hands folded together. As Douglas turned to leave, she called out to him, "You're coming back, aren't you?"

She was fretting again. The last thing she needed to worry about now was being left alone. He had a feeling they were in for one hell of a night, and he wanted her to conserve her strength for the more important task ahead.

"You're going to have to trust me."

"Yes...I'll try."

She still looked scared. He leaned against the doorframe and tried to think of something to say that would convince her he wasn't going to abandon her.

"It's getting late," she said.

He straightened away from the door and went to her. "Will you do me a favor?"

"Yes."

He pulled the gold watch out of his pocket, unclipped the chain, and handed it to her. The chain dangled down between her fingers.

"This is the most valuable thing I own. My Mama Rose gave it to me, and I don't want anything to happen to it. Pegasus might get in a lucky kick, or I might drop it while I'm drying down my sorrel. Keep it safe for me."

"Oh, yes, I'll keep it safe."

As soon as he had left the room, she pressed the watch against her heart and closed her eyes. She and her baby were safe again, and for the first time in a long while, Isabel felt calm and in control.

Copyright© 1997 by Julie Garwood

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One White Rose 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 28 reviews.
kw50197 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
One White Rose isn't badly written, but it isn't anything special either. The drawing point for the story is that the story is part of the Clayborne family saga. Unfortunately, the time that we get to see the brothers interact is too short and we get no further glimpse into the Clayborne's past. I suppose it is too much to hope for more of what made For the Roses so interesting.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Your characters r so endearing Ms. Garwood. I am ready to read the next two. Please keep writing. I highly recommend your books.
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Barb-TRC More than 1 year ago
One White Rose by Julie Garwood is the 2nd book in her Clayborn Brides series. This is Douglas Clayborne’s time to be the hero, and it was a fun read. When he arrives to pick up the Arabian Stallion that his brother purchased, Douglas finds himself in the midst of a ranch war and a pregnant young lady desperately trying to survive. Isabel Grant is widowed and alone, close to term on her pregnancy and trying to ward off the town’s wealthy and nasty rancher, who everyone fears. When Douglas arrives, Isabel threatens him, not knowing that he is not part of the rancher’s men. In a short time, after he convinces her why he is here, she starts having contractions and it Douglas who will help deliver the baby. What follows is a sweet romance that will build as Douglas will stay and help Isabel, until she can recover, in about 8-10 weeks. Knowing the rancher is keeping an eye on Isabel, with plans on forcing her to marry him, Douglas goes out each night to investigate the rancher and his violent ranch hands. He also visits the doctor, who secretly gives Douglas medicine and food for Isabel. Together Douglas and Isabel , who are falling for each other, must fool the rancher that the baby has not been born, long enough to escape. It was nice to see Douglas’s brothers come to help. There is a twist near the end that will explain why the rancher desperately wants to force Isabel to marry him. Knowing Isabel does not want to leave town, Douglas is determined to help her, and the town rid themselves of the fear and violence they have endured. Douglas, who has fallen in love with Isabel, is convinced that she only feels obligated to him. Will he let her go? This book is a short story, but Garwood does a good job of giving us a sweet romance, and an exciting story. I enjoyed One White Rose, and look forward to the third book in this series, One Red Rose.
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