Ship of Dreams

HALF a century before Titanic, another famous shipwreck captured the hearts and imagination of the world. In 1857, laden with gold and adventurers fresh from the California Gold Rush, the luxury sidewheel steamer SS Central America went down in a hurricane off the Carolina coast. Many were saved, many were lost, and lives were changed forever. Relive the experiences of her passengers as told through the eyes of a fictitious couple who find love and danger on the high seas aboard this first "Ship of Dreams."

On her own in wild, wicked, post-Gold Rush San Francisco, Della Gilliland has become a bit of a con artist, though a harmless one. Falsely accused of murder by a rival snake-oil salesman, she is forced to flee the lawless city's vigilantes aboard an outbound steamer. Surely her quick wits-and tongue-can convince someone to help her until her pursuers are far behind.

Stuffy New York businessman Kent Bradford is shocked when a lovely redhead he's never met suddenly introduces herself as his wife to an important business contact. Fearing a scene, he plays along . . . for the moment. But moments turn into weeks and growing attraction becomes something more. Then, only days out from New York, their ship encounters a hurricane that threatens not only their budding love, but their very lives.

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Ship of Dreams

HALF a century before Titanic, another famous shipwreck captured the hearts and imagination of the world. In 1857, laden with gold and adventurers fresh from the California Gold Rush, the luxury sidewheel steamer SS Central America went down in a hurricane off the Carolina coast. Many were saved, many were lost, and lives were changed forever. Relive the experiences of her passengers as told through the eyes of a fictitious couple who find love and danger on the high seas aboard this first "Ship of Dreams."

On her own in wild, wicked, post-Gold Rush San Francisco, Della Gilliland has become a bit of a con artist, though a harmless one. Falsely accused of murder by a rival snake-oil salesman, she is forced to flee the lawless city's vigilantes aboard an outbound steamer. Surely her quick wits-and tongue-can convince someone to help her until her pursuers are far behind.

Stuffy New York businessman Kent Bradford is shocked when a lovely redhead he's never met suddenly introduces herself as his wife to an important business contact. Fearing a scene, he plays along . . . for the moment. But moments turn into weeks and growing attraction becomes something more. Then, only days out from New York, their ship encounters a hurricane that threatens not only their budding love, but their very lives.

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Ship of Dreams

Ship of Dreams

by Brenda Hiatt
Ship of Dreams

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by Brenda Hiatt

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HALF a century before Titanic, another famous shipwreck captured the hearts and imagination of the world. In 1857, laden with gold and adventurers fresh from the California Gold Rush, the luxury sidewheel steamer SS Central America went down in a hurricane off the Carolina coast. Many were saved, many were lost, and lives were changed forever. Relive the experiences of her passengers as told through the eyes of a fictitious couple who find love and danger on the high seas aboard this first "Ship of Dreams."

On her own in wild, wicked, post-Gold Rush San Francisco, Della Gilliland has become a bit of a con artist, though a harmless one. Falsely accused of murder by a rival snake-oil salesman, she is forced to flee the lawless city's vigilantes aboard an outbound steamer. Surely her quick wits-and tongue-can convince someone to help her until her pursuers are far behind.

Stuffy New York businessman Kent Bradford is shocked when a lovely redhead he's never met suddenly introduces herself as his wife to an important business contact. Fearing a scene, he plays along . . . for the moment. But moments turn into weeks and growing attraction becomes something more. Then, only days out from New York, their ship encounters a hurricane that threatens not only their budding love, but their very lives.


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781947205437
Publisher: Dolphin Star Press
Publication date: 06/06/2025
Series: Americana Dreaming , #2
Pages: 286
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.64(d)

About the Author

About The Author
Brenda writes novels of sparkling romantic adventure spanning Regency England, Americana, contemporary teen science fiction and more. Which ever you pick up, you'll find excitement, romance and, always, an uplifting happy ending. In addition to writing, Brenda is passionate about embracing life to the fullest, to include scuba diving (she has over 60 dives to her credit), Taekwondo (where she's currently working toward her 4th degree black belt), hiking, traveling...and reading, of course!

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Chapter One

The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry minstrelsy.


— Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

San Francisco — August 1857

"Murder? Impossible!" Della Stared at her landlady in disbelief, but the woman only nodded her neat gray head.

"Murder," she repeated. "That's what they're saying in the streets. Mr. Potts claims it was the Dr. Mirabula's Sovereign Remedy for Ague you sold him that carried off his wife last night. And that apothecary, Mr. Willis, is telling everyone who will listen that it must be true."

The bristle brush she'd been pulling through her thick, carroty curls hung suspended as Della absorbed the words. "That's preposterous! I mixed that remedy myself. It contains nothing but vanilla, quinine, and a jigger of brandy. It may not cure the ague, but it's perfectly harmless. More likely it was one of Mr. Willis' own brews at fault."

Mrs. Lewis shrugged. "I wouldn't be surprised. But be that as it may, I've turned away four people already this morning wanting their money back for medicines you'd sold them, and I fear there'll be more. This could take an ugly turn, dearie. "

"Yes. Yes, I suppose it could." Remembering the vigilante sweeps of the previous year, Della shuddered. More than a few accused "criminals" had been hanged without benefit of trial, and on evidence that was sketchy at best. Standing up from the dressing table, she crossed the tiny room in three steps and cautiously parted the yellow chintz curtains to peer outat the dusty street below.

A crowd had gathered two blocks away, in front of the Euphemia, once a landlocked ship and now converted to a hotel. Even from this distance she could hear the high, nasal voice of Mr. Willis as he shouted and gestured toward Mrs. Lewis' boardinghouse. The apothecary had been trying to put her out of business for months, seeing her as his greatest competitor. Now it looked as though he might succeed.

Selling patent medicines had been Della's mostsuccessful enterprise yet, first in the outlying min-ing towns, then in Sacramento, and now in SanFrancisco. A dash of this and a dash of that, andshe could command far higher prices than hersewing or produce had ever brought in. Of course,most of her remedies were useless, which causedher the occasional twinge of conscience. But she'dalways made absolutely certain they would causeno harm, in accordance with Hippocrates — and incontrast to others peddling medicines, to includeMr. Willis.

"They're getting louder. What will you do?" The landlady wrung her hands vigorously, as though to compensate for Della's immobility.

"Do?" She turned from the window and shrugged with resignation. "Why, leave, I suppose.

Mrs. Lewis stared. "Leave? Leave San Francisco, you mean? But if you're sure your tonic did no harm — "

At the moment, Della felt far older than her twenty years — far older than Mrs. Lewis, even. "Of course I'm sure. But that may not matter." Quickly she weighed her options.

She could face her accusers, attempt to prove her innocence and dear her name. But the coroner was a longtime friend of Mr. Willis, as was the chief of police. And even if she prevailed against all odds, most of her customers would likely desert her.

Two weeks ago she'd squandered most of her money on a new dress, in hopes it might elevate her social standing — a business investment of sorts-and she had yet to be paid for most of the past two weeks' sales. Now she likely wouldn't be, which meant she'd have nothing to pay her creditors when they came knocking. And they might come at any moment, as today happened to be steamer day, the twice-monthly date when all San Francisco businesses — and individuals — settled up accounts.

"At best, my business is ruined," she said to Mrs. Lewis at the end of her ruminations. "At worst, I'll be charged with murder. Leaving is the sensible thing to do."

She left unsaid what they both knew: Once a charge was brought, the verdict would depend as much on public sentiment as on the truth of the matter. Though the vigilantes had officially disbanded, justice was still frequently swift and careless in this exuberant young city — especially when a prominent man such as Mr. Willis had an incentive to affect the outcome.

"You're paid through the end of the month," Mrs. Lewis reminded her, pale blue eyes crinkled with worry.

Della smiled at the woman's kindness. "Consider next week's rent my gratitude for your help in this matter." She glanced out the window again at the milling crowd. "They'll be heading over here any time now. Hold them off as long as you can while I slip out through the kitchen. You've always been kind to me, Mrs. Lewis, and I thank you." She absently kissed the landlady on the cheek, already planning her escape.

As the woman bustled out of the room, ducking to herself, Della's mind worked rapidly. With a decisive nod, she pulled out her largest valise the trunk would be too heavy — and began throwing necessities and her most valuable possessions into it. The brooch and rings that had been her mother's, her real silk scarf, the silver-handled hairbrush. No room for her bottles of Carter's Consumption Cure or Dr. Brown's Brain Tonic. Nor for her new hooped dress, the beautiful but expensive green dimity with the seed pearls that had taken her savings.

She'd wear that, she decided. Being dressed like the cream of society might give her more choices. Besides, she couldn't bear to leave it behind. She'd pack the old lilac one she had on. She slipped her mother's wedding ring onto her left hand, thinking she might pose as a married woman or a widow. That would give her more freedom.

Unable to afford a maid, Delia owned only dresses with front closures, so she was able to change quickly and without help. Throwing an ivory shawl over her telltale red hair, she tucked her few remaining twenty-dollar gold pieces into her bodice and headed down the back stairs, suitcase in hand.

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