Rugged and Relentless (Husbands for Hire Series #1)

Rugged and Relentless (Husbands for Hire Series #1)

by Kelly Eileen Hake
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Rugged and Relentless (Husbands for Hire Series #1) by Kelly Eileen Hake

Roll into Hope Falls, Colorado, where three women are seeking mates to help them establish a sawmill. Evelyn Thompson never dreamed their husbands-for-hire ad would bring so many bachelors to their tiny town. How will she ever figure out which feller to choose? Jacob Granger, a logger-turned-bounty hunter, is hot on the trail of his brother’s killer. When a clue leads him to Hope Falls, he has no choice but to pretend to court Miss Thompson while waiting for the killer to show his hand. Will Jacob’s unexpected adoration of this sweet cook prompt him to speak vows before getting vengeance?

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ISBN-13: 9781607422679
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Incorporated
Publication date: 03/01/2011
Series: Husbands for Hire Series , #1
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 412,175
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Kelly Eileen Hake received her first writing contract at the tender age of seventeen and arranged to wait three months until she was able to legally sign it. Since that first contract a decade ago, she’s fulfilled twenty contracts ranging from short stories to novels. In her spare time, she’s attained her BA in English literature and composition, earned her credential to teach English in secondary schools, and went on to complete her MA in writing popular fiction.

Writing for Barbour combines two of Kelly’s great loves—history and reading. A CBA bestselling author and member of American Christian Fiction Writers, she’s been privileged to earn numerous Heartsong Presents Reader’s Choice Awards and is known for her witty, heartwarming historical romances. A newlywed, she and her gourmet-chef husband live in Southern California with their golden lab mix, Midas!

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Rugged & Relentless

Husbands for Hireâ"Book I

By Kelly Eileen Hake

Barbour Publishing, Inc.

Copyright © 2011 Kelly Eileen Hake
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-60742-268-6


Charleston, Virginia, May 5, 1886

Sell it." Her sister's voice cracked on the second word. "Tell Lacey to sell it all and be rid of the accursed place forever."

"Tell her yourself." Evelyn Thompson thrust a handkerchief at her sibling but offered no other solace. "Lacey promises some exciting news, and you've hidden inside too long, Cora."

"Mourning, not hiding."

"Lacey mourns for her brother but honors him by pressing on." But here is another matter. Lord, I can't allow the tragedy of the mines to bury my sister along with her fiancé. "We must change our plans and see to our futures."

The sodden handkerchief plummeted to the floor in Cora's first show of spirit in weeks. "I told you—sell it. Sell every inch of Hope Falls we own. I'll never set foot in the town that took Braden, and no profit will be made from a ghost town. Tell Lacey to take the offer and not look back."

"You can tell your opinion to Lacey and Naomi in person."

"I can't." The fire in her eyes dimmed. "Evie, please."

The whisper tore into the very foundation of her relationship with her sister. For as long as she could remember, Evie'd sheltered, raised, and comforted Cora. Streams of mopped tears, scores of tended scrapes, hours of hugs invested demanded that she do the same once more. But their lives hung on the outcome of today's meeting.

If I can just get her there! "You can." Evie picked up the soiled handkerchief and thrust it into her sister's hands. "You must."

With that, she summoned the carriage and headed Cora off when she made for the stairs. Instead, Evie thrust a black bonnet atop her sister's head and all but hauled her out the front door and into the waiting conveyance.

The Lyman house sprawled only a few short blocks away—a simple walk the sisters had made hundreds, perhaps thousands of times. But not today. Today, Evie didn't trust her own ability to force her sister through a walk. Today, those few blocks yawned before her, stretched beyond recognition and filled with peril. Thus, the carriage. It wasn't until they sat safely seated inside that either of them spoke.

"I haven't stepped foot in that house since his memorial." Cora's quiet words held no accusation, only resignation.

Evie's stomach wrenched—and not only from the jostle of the carriage, although that would not have been surprising. Any sort of sustained motion managed that unsavory effect. No, this time the sensation traced back to her own insensitivity in forcing her sister to face a lifetime of memories filled with her recently departed fiancé. It isn't the meeting Cora has been avoiding—it's the house! That should have been obvious. She gave herself a mental kick. "Forgive me. I hadn't realized the reason you hesitated—"

"Nor did I, to tell the truth. It wouldn't have occurred to me if you hadn't forced me out of isolation." A rueful smile played about the corners of Cora's lips for a brief moment before tightening into grim determination. "We're here."

Fashioned of stately brick and built along Georgian lines, Lyman House graciously watched over the end of a curved street facing an open park. It had, for at least three previous generations, watched over Lymans and seen them prosper. Until Braden and Lacey broke the delicate pattern. They first bore the misfortune to be orphaned—albeit after reaching their majorities. But the real trouble seemed to be their disregard for more traditional British customs in favor of a thoroughly American spirit of curiosity and adventure.

A spirit Evie and Cora shared. A spirit that led to an impulsive investment in a promising mining town and, ultimately, Braden's death in a catastrophic cave-in.

So the flags flew at half-mast around the grand residence, and the servants wore black and, as they habitually wore black or gray, added a black armband to signal the household's loss. Solemn quiet completely unlike the usual hustle and bustle of the big place shrouded the building.

Too much change in too little time. As she climbed the front steps, Evie fancied the house hibernated; the windows of its eyes and ears no longer flung open to catch the rhythm of the world around it, it slept. She shivered at the notion that it seemed to be waiting for something—much the same way her sister had been ever since word of the Hope Falls tragedy arrived.

Mr. Burk opened the door before Evie so much as raised the knocker, disproving her theory that the house slumbered. "Miss Lyman and Miss Higgins await you in the morning room."

They made their way past the grand staircase, to the left, down the second hallway, and into the third door on the right without any further guidance. The Thompson sisters counted as family, and all the servants knew it. Not one of them would say a word about how, with Braden gone, Cora would never become a Lyman in truth. Not the way everyone always expected.

And if anyone dares show such insensitivity, I'll step on his toe. That should be enough to erase any thoughtlessness until the fool's foot heals. Evie's eyes narrowed. Slowly.

"Evie! Cora!" Lacey rushed to greet them, a froth of black fabric swirling about her feet as she sprang from her chair to flood them in hugs.

If the ponderous weight of grief seemed absent in Lacey's effusive embrace, it etched its burden upon her companion. Miss Naomi Higgins, who boasted a mere five years more than her charge, made her way across the room at a more sedate pace. Her thick muslin skirts dragged at her steps, the harsh black of mourning making the premature streak of pure white at her crown even more startling than usual.

"Naomi." Evie placed her hands on her friend's shoulders, exchanging an understanding glance before drawing her close. Although the slightly older woman seemed disapproving, the two of them shared a special bond. Naomi's propriety kept Lacey's exuberance in check much in the same way Evie looked after Cora.

"Evie." Naomi sank into the hug as though allowing herself a brief respite before putting the starch back in her spine. "It's good to see you." She turned to Cora for a somewhat awkward embrace. "Both of you."

"Come." Lacey grabbed Evie's and Cora's hands, pulling them to a plush sofa and settling herself between them. "Have some scones or tarts—Cook knew you were coming." Her smile may have fooled a casual acquaintance, but Evie saw beyond the brittle facade erected around a long-standing joke.

The Lyman cook constantly worried that Cora—with her unending energy and impossibly tiny waistline—needed to eat more. At the same time, she respected Evie's position as a restaurateur and never missed an opportunity to impress her. So the great joke at Lyman Place was that if they wanted to eat well, they need only invite a Thompson for tea.

Evie put as much warmth as she could muster into her answering smile and selected a scone—although her stomach still roiled from both the carriage and the difficulties she couldn't keep from her sister. "How could I resist?"

From the look Cora shot her, at least one person knew she could have resisted easily. Evie didn't mind—anything that made amusement flash across Cora's features was well worth the price. She nibbled at the edge of her scone before putting it down with undue haste. Really, daily carriage rides might do much to improve my figure.... She shoved the thought back. Now wasn't the time.

With pleasantries out of the way, silence usurped the place of comfortable conversation and laughter. No more would their afternoons be filled with sharing updates from Hope Falls, poring over catalogs for their businesses, and making plans for their eventual trip out West to join Braden.

Wedding plans for Cora's big send-off evaporated like so much spilled milk, and no matter how old the adages about crying being no use, the sense of loss seeped into every niche of their lives. Everything left seemed soured, though Evie refused to say so. No. We'll make the best of things, just as we did when Pa died....

Now there was land, interest in a mine to be partitioned off. Decisions to be made about Evie's café and Lacey's general store out in Hope Falls—the businesses in which they'd invested so much on the promise of their new lives. The businesses that now lay fallow in a soon-to-be ghost town. Those dreams kept company with men who'd never made it out of the mines. Lost forever.

"Well"—Naomi cleared her throat—"we can't sit here all day and hope the situation changes." She gave a slight wince at the word "hope."

They all did.

If Naomi could be counted upon to break the ice, that left Evie to keep chopping away at the frigid barrier surrounding their futures. "She's right. We need to discuss what we're going to do, ladies. Where do we go from here?"

"Not Colorado." This from Cora, who looked as though she would have leapt from her seat if Lacey weren't still clasping her hand. "I'll tell both of you exactly what I told Evie—sell it all and good riddance!"

Evie knew the others awaited her response to this outburst, but she held her tongue. This couldn't be her decision. Not only because Lacey held the principal investment, and they'd made promises to their friend, but because Evie felt torn between the two choices herself.

Part of her agreed with Cora. The venture had cost far more than they'd foreseen, wiping out her inheritance and savings. Then it took the ultimate price in Braden's life. Hope Falls ... even the name, which once seemed whimsical, now sounded a sinister warning. A dark part of her mind, the part that whispered superstitions and imagined phantasms when tree branches scraped windows in the dead of night, urged her to protect her sister and wash her hands of the place once and for all. Not to be secretly melodramatic, she chided herself.

Evie focused on the more practical, and thus important, aspects of the situation. With the businesses not up and running and the town defunct, the chances of recouping even a reasonable percentage of those investments were all but nonexistent. And without Braden, Evie needed to think about how she'd support not only herself, but Cora as well. Could she afford to sell out? If they couldn't revitalize Hope Falls, could she afford not to? That's what it all came down to. That's what she'd come to find out. Evie returned Lacey's gaze in silent question, noting the barely perceptible shake of her flaxen head.

"My solicitor assures me that if we sell, we'll lose almost everything we've put into Hope Falls." Lacey bit her lip—most likely thinking about how buying into the town so they could move with Braden and Cora had been her idea. "He also assures me that, with everyone leaving, the chance of recognizing a profit is negligible."

"What does that leave?" Heart thumping, Evie crumbled her scone into a fine powder, where at least it wouldn't cling to her waistline.

"Keeping the land until it becomes a more marketable asset is what Mr. Slurd suggests." Lacey's eyes narrowed. "I disagree. If selling it means we lose everything, and leaving it fallow means the same, we simply must find another way."

"How?" Naomi spread her hands in a fatalistic gesture. Her involvement more limited to a supportive role by virtue of her lack of personal investment, she didn't offer any outright opinions. "I don't see another option, unless another mining company would buy up the entire area."

"There's been an offer, but it's ludicrous."

Evie's fists clenched at the sum Lacey revealed. It wasn't even what she'd paid to begin the café, much less enough for her, Lacey's, and Cora's stakes. Not to mention what Braden left in his will—why, he'd been co-owner of the mine itself. "Shysters!"

"Is there any way to bring the town back?" Naomi's question surprised Evie, who thought her friend would be more in favor of selling out and staying in Virginia.

"No. It floated loose from hell and needs to go back." Cora's voice sounded oddly flat. "There's no saving it."

Or us.

* * *

You shouldn't pace. A voice that sounded suspiciously like it belonged to Lacey's mother echoed with her steps. The habit would surely give away her lack of confidence in the plan she was about to propose.

Lacey expected resistance from Naomi but knew she could win over her companion if Evie joined her. Cora, on the other hand ... She shot a worried glance at her closest friend. Cora would be dead set against the idea.

But we need a solution to our troubles, and this is all that's come up. How can I convince the others to trust in this vision for the rebirth of Hope Falls, when they see it as a place of death?

"We need to redeem it." Lacey reached one end of the room and marched resolutely back toward the settee, where the Thompson sisters watched with wary expressions. Naomi, if it were possible, looked even more leery.

"Do we have some sort of vouchers for the land?" Cora faltered. "I'd thought there'd be more official documents but didn't ask Braden many questions when I signed over my dowry. I trusted him to make the right decisions for our future."

"We all did." Evie patted her sister's knee. "But no one could have foreseen the mine's collapse. No one."

Naomi steered the conversation to less emotional waters. "There are no vouchers to redeem."

"I meant Hope Falls." Lacey fought to keep still. "We need to redeem the town. It's what Braden would have wanted—for us to help Hope Falls recognize its potential and become the success he planned. We owe it to his memory, and to ourselves, not to give up on everything we prepared for."

"It's a town, not a person." Evie's gaze held a measure of calm Lacey envied. "It cannot be made whole again with the mine collapsed and unable to reopen—there's no longer a reason for it to exist. There are other train stops nearby, with Durango and the like."

"We can save it!" Enthusiasm burbled up, threatening a tide of words to drown out the sense of anything she said. Lacey took a deep breath. "It can be saved."

"Towns don't have souls, and even if they did, Hope Falls would be the exception." Cora all but spat the words. "There's no redeeming it. No making it wholesome or eking anything worthwhile from it now."

"Without the ore, there's nothing to sustain the locale." Naomi's response typified the woman herself—cool and logical.

Perhaps Lacey miscalculated. Naomi's analytical mind could be swayed by the economics, and then Evie's practicality might follow.

She curled her fingers toward her palm, thumb picking at her cuticles in a habit her mother would have deplored. Lacey marshaled her points and continued her argument. "That's not true. What Hope Falls now lacks in ore, it still more than makes up in another valuable natural resource with a high demand in today's market." For once in her life, she held her tongue at the right moment, letting that startling tidbit provoke interest. Actually, Lacey bit her tongue to keep from explaining everything all at once, but she wasn't one to quibble about minor details. The main thing was it worked.

All three of the other women—even Cora!—were exchanging quizzical glances and baffled shrugs. Eventually they all focused their attention on Lacey, silently waiting for her to continue.

She couldn't blame them. She always continued, never failed to speak whatever happened to cross her mind. But not this time. This time Lacey would make them ask. Make them invest such simple assets as time, thought, and words into discovering her scheme. It would bring them one step closer to taking part in it. Lacey rather suspected she wouldn't be able to taste anything for a month, but resolutely kept her tongue between her teeth.

"What resource?" Evie—not Naomi, as Lacey expected—broke ranks to ask the question on all their minds.

"Trees!" She almost bounced in her enthusiasm. "The San Juan Mountains are absolutely covered in trees!"

"Lumber," Naomi breathed, understanding instantly. Lacey could have hugged her.

"Precisely. Lumber is in high demand with the supply in New England depleted from centuries of logging. Hope Falls has the supply, and it's situated right on the railroad."

"You're proposing to turn a mining town into a sawmill?" Disbelief tinged Evie's tone, but a spark of interest lit her eyes. "How?"


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Rugged and Relentless 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
MaureenST More than 1 year ago
When three landowning women put an ad in the paper expressing their desire for healthy, hard-working husbands-for-hire to help them set up and run a sawmill, they never dreamed their tiny town would be overflowing with proposals from bachelors who responded promptly...and in person! Out of this logjam of potential suitors, which one will Evelyn Thompson choose? Jacob Granger trails his brother's murderer to Hope Falls where, to keep his true intentions secret, Jacob pretends to court Miss Evelyn Thompson. Will this lumberjack-turned-bounty-hunter find himself falling for the enterprising female? This book was delightful. I loved the banter that went on between the woman and the men. Also the dialogue between the four woman kept me giggling. This is a twist on the mail order brides, with the woman advertising for men. When the men see the advertisement they are expecting ugly woman, but these girls are far from that. Can you imagine going where there 5 men for each woman? The book has murder, romance, and the Wild West thrown in. Can't wait for the next books in this series and finish the romance of the other 3 woman! I received a copy of this book from the publisher and was not compensated or expected to give a positive review. The opinions are my own.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is a cute little story about four women, three need husbands to try and start up a saw mill in Hope Falls Colorado a goast town, they put a add in paper for Husbands with Logging experience and ended up with two dozen loggers just showing up instead of just responding to the add.
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Grear story
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Great story with depth of character and a compelling plot. I laughed til I cried at some parts, great writing! But enjoy book 1 because book 2 is awful.
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Christian-Romance-Rocks More than 1 year ago
I didn't want it to end.
AAR More than 1 year ago
RUGGED & RELENTLESS by Kelly Eileen Hake is an exciting inspirational historical romance set in Hope Falls, Colorado in 1887. This is Book #1 in the "Husbands for Hire" series. Four women who are determined to go to Hope Falls,following ones brother's accident.Braden Lyman,who is Lacey Lyman's brother and Cora Thompson's fiancee was caught in a cool mine accident,thought dead,but survived. The women are Lacey Lyman,Braden's sister,Naomi Higgins,cousin to Lacey and Braden,Cora Thompson,Braden's fiancee and Evelyn (Evie) Thompson,Cora's sister. These four women are not only investors in Hope Falls but also best friends.Together,they desire to "mail order husbands",place an ad requesting the prospective husbands write to a post office in Hope Falls,but they all happen to show up at Hope Falls.While this does create a few problems it gives the ladies a chance to meet each prospective suitor and make their decisions. This first story is about Evelyn Thompson and Jake Granger. Evelyn,while considers herself outspoken,a little plumb for some men,she is an excellent cook and owns a restaurant.Jacob (Jake) Granger,is handsome,a logger turned bounty hunter,since is brother's death at the hands of a gambler.He is in search of this gambler,looking for not only vengeance but for justice for this brother.This search leads him to Hope Falls.and maybe the love of his life. This story has murder,romance,faith,family friends,mail order husbands,throw in a little chaos and a logger turned bounty hunter and you have a fast paced,action packed story that will leave you wanting to read the next installment. Along the way Evelyn and Jake finds hope,peace,faith,and Jake learns that vengeance may not bring him the happiness and peace he thought,especially if he loses the love he may have found with Evelyn.A must read for all and any historical romance readers along with Western readers,and a new concept "mail order Husbands".This book was received for the purpose of review from Net Galley and the publisher and details can be found at Barbour Publishing,Inc. and My Book Addiction Reviews.
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