Love on Colonial America’s Frontier
Travel into Colonial America where eight women seek love, but they each know a future husband requires the necessary skills to survive in the backcountry. Living in areas exposed to nature’s ferocity, prone to Indian attack, and cut off from regular supplies, can hearts overcome the dangers to find lasting love?
Shenandoah Hearts by Carrie Fancett Pagels
1754 - Great Wagon Road, into the Shenandoah Valley (Virginia)
As the French-Indian War commences, Magda Sehler wonders if Jacob Owens lost his mind to have abandoned his Philadelphia business and moved to the Shenandoah Valley. Or has he lost his heart?
Heart of Nantahala by Jennifer Hudson Taylor
1757 - (North Carolina)
Joseph Gregory plans to buy a lumber mill, but Mabel Walker becomes a formidable opponent. When she’s forced to make a painful decision, she must choose between survival and love.
Her Redcoat by Pegg Thomas
1763 - Fort Michilimackinac (Michigan) during Pontiac’s Rebellion
Laurette Pettigrew grew up in the northern frontier. Henry Bedlow arrived against his will. Their chance meeting changes everything. Will a deadly clash of cultures keep them from finding happiness?
A Heart So Tender by Debra E. Marvin
1764 – (New York)
As thousands of Native warriors converge on Fort Niagara, jaded British Lieutenant Archibald Walsh and idealistic schoolmistress Susannah Kimball learn the greatest risk lies in guarding their hearts.
A Worthy Groom by Angela K. Couch
1771 - Sapling Grove settlement on the Holston River (Tennessee)
The Cowden temper has been Marcus’s lifelong bane. A trait Lorinda Cowden curses. Now, winning the heart of his bride hinges on fighting a war without raising a fist.
Across Three Autumns by Denise Weimer
1778-1780 – (Georgia)
Fighting Loyalists and Indians, Jenny White settles for strength over love . . .until Scottish scout Caylan McIntosh leads her family on a harrowing exodus out of Georgia’s Revolutionary “Hornet’s Nest.”
The Counterfeit Tory by Shannon McNear
1781 – (South Carolina)
Tasked with infiltrating an infamous Tory gang, Jed Wheeler has no wish to endanger the leader’s cousin, Lizzy Cunningham. He risks not only his life. . .but his heart.
Love’s Undoing by Gabrielle Meyer
1792 - Fur Post on the Upper Mississippi River (Minnesota)
When Englishman Henry Kingsley meets Abi McCrea, the daughter of a Scottish fur trader and Indian mother, will their worlds keep them apart, or have they finally found somewhere they truly belong?
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About the Author
Transplanted to North Dakota after more than two decades in Charleston, South Carolina, Shannon McNear loves losing herself in local history. She’s a military wife, mom of eight, mother-in-law of three, grammie of two, and a member of ACFW and RWA. Her first novella, Defending Truth in A Pioneer Christmas Collection, was a 2014 RITA® finalist. When she’s not sewing, researching, or leaking story from her fingertips, she enjoys being outdoors, basking in the beauty of the northern prairies. Connect with her at www.shannonmcnear.com, or on Facebook and Goodreads.
Gabrielle Meyer lives in central Minnesota on the banks of the Mississippi River with her husband and four young children. As an employee of the Minnesota Historical Society, she fell in love with the rich history of her state and enjoys writing fictional stories inspired by real people and events. Gabrielle can be found at www.gabriellemeyer.com where she writes about her passion for history, Minnesota, and her faith.
ECPA-bestselling author Carrie Fancett Pagels, Ph.D., is the award-winning author of over a dozen Christian historical romances. Twenty-five years as a psychologist didn't "cure" her overactive imagination! A self-professed “history geek,” she resides with her family in the Historic Triangle of Virginia but grew up as a “Yooper” in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Carrie loves to read, bake, bead, and travel – but not all at the same time! You can connect with her at www.CarrieFancettPagels.com.
Jennifer Hudson Taylor is an award-winning author of historical Christian fiction and a speaker on topics of faith, writing, and publishing. Jennifer graduated from Elon University with a B.A. in Journalism. When she isn’t writing, Jennifer enjoys spending time with her family, traveling, genealogy, and reading.
Pegg Thomas lives on a hobby farm in Northern Michigan with Michael, her husband of *mumble* years. A life-long history geek, she writes “History with a Touch of Humor.” When not working on her latest novel, Pegg can be found in her garden, in her kitchen, with her sheep, at her spinning wheel, or on her trusty old horse, Trooper. See more at PeggThomas.com.
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Shenandoah Valley, Virginia Late January, 1754
Rolling blue hills rose up in the distance, the sight of them still thrilling to Magdalene after all these months. Papa slowed the horses and Magdalene clutched the rifle on her lap. The first day they spied the Blue Ridge Mountains from their wagon train, Mr. Davis had bid them stop and set up camp. What a glorious feast for the eyes. They were almost to their destination. And that's when she'd finally humbled herself and said her apologies to Jacob and given him her thanks.
Who'd have thought that her employer and friend could have rescued her from so much misfortune over the course of their journey? The first time was Jacob's own fault, though. Magdalene had been in the back of her family's wagon, searching for a big kettle to put over the fire, when she'd heard Jacob's distinctively lyrical Welsh-accented voice. She'd been so startled he was there that she'd fallen backwards — right into his arms. He'd held her there for what seemed like the longest time, looking down at her like she was a long-lost treasure. Then Michi had come looking for her, and the kettle, and had yelled at the poor man. Her cheeks heated with the memory of Papa hastening back to check on them as if they were doing something improper.
She cast a glance at her father as he flicked the reins and urged the horses on to the market.
"We'll get all the goods we need, liebling, for a good feast, ja?"
"Ja. It'll be wonderfully good — especially if Widow Martin has the dried apples she promised us at church." The Sehlers' little German Lutheran church was no building as such. They met in a clockwise fashion in the cabins built in a circle in their settlement, the second one out from Fort Holman. The residents in Mrs. Martin's community, closest to the fort, sometimes joined them, Jacob included.
"Ja." His lips twitched.
Tomorrow, Jacob was coming to visit, with his officer brother accompanying him. Papa said there was something important to announce. Was this to finally be the day?
"The boys are taking turns roasting the pig and your mutter feels well enough to bake."
"Mama does seem happier here." And more energetic.
"Ja. The hills remind her of the Old Country."
Did it also remind her of all the wars there? Magdalene shivered and drew her wool blanket farther up on her lap.
The wheels creaked over the frozen earth, and soon they were to the next settlement, populated by another twenty German and English families. This village too had set up their homes to face in, but formed a square, with their market taking place in the center the first Wednesday of the month.
Some of the cabins were wide and low while others stood two stories and yet others were only a single room deep.
A flash of red near a far cabin caught Magdalene's eye. "Soldiers, Papa."
"Ja, they like to know what is going on in each settlement."
The redcoats were a reminder of the threats the settlers faced on the frontier. Her heartbeat sped up as she considered what could happen to them if they were attacked.
* * *
"Making an offer of marriage now is ludicrous." Dafydd paced the wooden floor of their quarters. A thin beam of sunlight pierced the keeping room's single window.
"Should you wait any longer?" Not when tensions with the French and the Indians were likely to resurface in the spring, as Jacob had been repeatedly told by Dafydd himself, scouts, and army personnel. "Things are at a lull, finally."
"Do you believe this quiet will persist?" His brother laughed. "Have you any idea the distress Charity shall feel if I am killed?"
"This is why you have not yet proposed marriage to Widow Martin?" Jacob sat down on one of the upholstered chairs he'd brought with him from Philadelphia.
"Do you think she'd like to be twice a widow, Jago? Dafydd's harsh tone held a bitterness Jacob had never heard before.
"You're God now?" Daffyd was sounding like their father, and even using Jacob's Welsh name as Father did. "You know this?"
Dafydd rubbed his arms and continued pacing, his boots thumping on the wide planks of the wooden floor and then hushing as he crossed the carpet to the fireplace. He lifted a log from the woodpile and set it atop the others in the fireplace, the bottom logs blazing red into coals.
"I don't want to chance it." Dafydd turned and scowled. "I believe someone else recently spoke those words."
"I was tired." And they were speaking in generalities. "It's different for you. You know Mrs. Martin cares for you and she is without a protector." Whereas Magda and he had not had any private moments together since they'd arrived. She was constantly surrounded by her brothers. If only he'd used their quiet times at work in Philadelphia to tell her how he felt. Even so, her youngest brother never lost an opportunity to conjecture why Magda would prefer a German husband rather than a Welshman. That being the case, why did she and her family encourage the wagon master's friendship? Davis was a fellow Welshman. And wouldn't little Michi be surprised to know that Jacob was a quarter German and named for his maternal grandfather? Mother had gotten her way with Jacob's name, but Father had prevailed with the rest, giving them Welsh names.
"You're almost thirty years yourself, with no room to be lecturing me about marrying."
Twenty-eight wasn't thirty years, but Jacob wouldn't belabor the point. If Mother hadn't died so young, would he and Dafydd have married earlier? "Maybe our sisters had the right of it — marrying young and beginning their families."
"Agreed. I'm going to speak with Charity today. But first I shall practice my speech."
Jacob chuckled. "We're too much alike in this way. You're overthinking. Just speak from your heart."
Dafydd's mouth opened, but then he clamped his lips tightly together and went to the oak desk by the window and sat down. He dipped his quill pen into the inkwell and commenced writing what was sure to be an eloquent and masterful speech.
* * *
Papa secured the wagon and helped Magdalene down. Their breath made puffs swirl around them in the chill air. He patted her shoulder. "I'm going to get Mr. Davis and I will be right back."
She couldn't help grinning. Mr. Davis had been pining over Mrs. Martin for months. A widower himself, it was surprising the man had been married before. He was so quiet and reserved, how had Mr. Davis gotten the words out for a proposal? If rumors were to be believed, his wife's father had chosen him over her other suitors because he thought Davis, an expert marksman, could protect her better. If such were the means of qualifying for marriage, then Jacob surely would be her top choice, for he'd proven to be a crack shot with the militia.
A gust of icy wind assailed her as she approached the widow's door. Magdalene tugged her wool cloak tighter around her shoulders. Before she could knock, the door opened.
"I heard the wagon. A welcome sound." The tiny woman gestured for Magdalene to enter.
The scent of cinnamon and apples filled the square room, which was dominated by the fireplace. A heavy iron trivet propped on the hearth held a bubbling apple pie.
"Come in. Have a seat." Mrs. Martin pointed to a wingback chair upholstered in a dark green and blue brocade.
"That is just like one I saw in Mr. Owens' shop in Philadelphia."
"One and the same." The older woman smiled and adjusted the creamy lace fichu at her bodice. "He gave it to me — from his own cabin mind you — when he saw that my rocking chair had broken."
That was Jacob. Kind and considerate. How many times had his father, the previous proprietor of the shop, fussed at Jacob that he shouldn't charge people less just because they were widowed or poor? And Jacob always set aside lightly damaged, but still-good merchandise, to distribute to those in need.
The widow's brow furrowed as she glanced out the window. "I thought Mr. Davis would have arrived by now."
"My father should be here soon."
"Is he bringing Mr. Davis?"
Mrs. Martin looked as skittish as a young colt. "Might I ask a favor?" Her peridot eyes widened.
Magdalene stiffened. The last favor she'd done, for one of her brothers, had resulted in Papa almost putting a switch to Michi's behind for the prank he'd pulled with her unwitting assistance. "What is it?"
"Could you possibly take something over to Jacob Owens and his brother for me?"
"Are they here today?" Jacob had been gone so often with his suttler duties, supplying the forts, and his brother off with the army, that she'd not expected to see them. Hope rose and her heart began beating faster.
"Yes, I saw them earlier and promised them cornbread."
"If only I could have mine turn out like yours does."
"It's the corn I mix into the mush."
"Food is the way to a man's heart, that is what Mama says." Not that Magdalene's cooking was anything special.
Mrs. Martin's cheeks pinked up. "Oh, I'm not trying to sweeten either Owens man up. Heavens, they are both a decade or more younger than myself."
"I did not mean that. I was just commenting."
The woman sank into the other upholstered chair. "I hope Colonel Owens doesn't think I've meant anything by my gifts of food."
"He is a military officer and I'm sure grateful for any cooking you do for him."
Mrs. Martin pulled at her lacy-edged fichu again. "What I really wish is for Mr. Davis to finally speak plain with me."
"That is why Papa is bringing him."
"Can you leave us alone for a little bit?" Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes wide. "Can you make an excuse?"
"I will manage it." Magdalene looked toward the table and saw the golden square of bread. "I will take the cornbread to the Owens brothers and say it is for Jacob since he'd fussed over it at our last dinner when you were there."
"Yes, that would be good."
Magdalene was happy to oblige Mrs. Martin. Her calling on Jacob and Dafydd wouldn't seem so bold if she were bringing a gift at the behest of Mrs. Martin.
"I will send your father over to help Matthew Ruckman with the new gun rack he is building."
Magdalene cringed. They'd never had the need of rifles over the door in Philadelphia.
* * *
The rap at the door caused Jacob to cease polishing his long rifle. He set it on the table and answered the door.
Magda stood there holding a plate, a towel beneath it. He inhaled the scent of fresh cornbread. The rosy color of her cape complimented the wind-induced blush in her cheeks. Rooted to the spot, he drank the sight of her in. She was so beautiful. So sweet. So kind.
"May I enter?" She chuckled, as though she might have read his thoughts.
"Certainly!" He waved her inside. A gust of chill wind accompanied her before he closed and barred the door.
She removed her hood, revealing a mass of reddish-gold hair. Had she left her tresses unbraided deliberately? He stifled the desire to reach out and lift a stray lock that would likely feel as silky as it looked. He swallowed hard.
"Widow Martin sent this for you, Jacob." Magda cocked her head at him, a glimmer of humor in her eyes.
His brother clomped heavily across the wood floor, like an oaf instead of the officer he was. He stretched out his hands. "Miss Sehler, I believe that is for me."
Jacob gave a short laugh. "It is for me, but I will share."
Dafydd's tawny brows knit together. "Mrs. Martin sent that for Jacob? Are you sure you understood her?"
"My hearing is perfectly fine." Magda glanced around the room. "Where should I set the cornbread?"
"That small table by the fire." Dafydd's voice had assumed the snobbish British tone he used with underlings.
"I shall take it." Jacob stepped closer and reached for the plate. This near, he could see how Magda's dark eyelashes formed tiny star-like tips around her blue eyes. The warmth of the plate between them was nothing like the heat which seared his heart. He took the cornbread, his fingers brushing her gloved hands.
Jacob set the plate down on the side table. "May I take your cloak?"
She chewed her lower lip. "Yes, thank you, but I can only stay a bit. Papa and I are visiting Mrs. Martin."
Jacob assisted her out of her cloak, enjoying the close proximity. He leaned in toward her back and inhaled the soft floral scent that wafted from her neck. He likely smelled of smoke, leather, and the salted ham that he and Dafydd had consumed for their meager breakfast.
Magda removed her gloves, a gift from him the previous winter, and handed them to him. He set them atop the pegged shelf which held the coats.
"Do come sit down, Miss Sehler." Dafydd waved toward one of the chairs. "Get us some tea, will you, Jacob?"
Jacob grimaced, grateful his back was turned to the two. He wasn't his brother's servant and didn't appreciate being treated as one.
After pouring tea and adding honey to Miss Sehler's cup, Jacob set the floral-trimmed china cup and saucer before her on the low table.
"Thank you." She looked up at him, her smile inviting.
"At your service, ma'am." He bowed and she laughed.
"Where's mine, Jago?" His brother barked his order.
Magda sat erect as any noblewoman. "This may be an auspicious day for Mrs. Martin."
"Why's that?" Dafydd sipped his tea.
"I believe Mr. Davis is about to finally propose."
Dafydd's tea spewed past his lips and he set his cup, jangling hard, into its saucer on the table. "What?"
Joy and relief surged through Jacob. But he couldn't, and wouldn't, display his glee before his brother. That would be like rubbing salt into the wounds of someone who suffered, and the Bible warned against such behavior. Still, in his heart he could rejoice.
"Is that so?" Jacob set his tea down too, the contents sloshing onto the plate beneath it. "Mr. Davis is to wed Mrs. Martin?" And not Magda?
Relief coursed through him and he drew in a deep restorative breath, the black tea's scent a comfort. But poor Dafydd.
His brother shot up. "But she is mine!" Jacob stood, positioning himself between his brother and Magda. He attempted a laugh, which emerged as a short cough. "What my brother means is that Charity Martin has so well supplied him with excellent victuals that he fears Mr. Davis will put a stop to that."
He turned toward his brother, who was staring out the window. If Jacob knew anything, it was that Dafydd most feared losing face in front of people. He reached out and squeezed his brother's red-coated shoulders. "Am I not right, brother?"
"Aye, you've got the right of it."
Dafydd's hushed voice, his words, were almost believable.
"But we have Miss Sehler here to help us out."
Jacob turned to see her shocked expression.
But she recovered quickly. "Ja, we will cook for you all day tomorrow, in fact, so don't be disheartened, Colonel Owens."
Disheartened was far from how Jacob felt.
"Oh, I'm not." Dafydd met his gaze. "Just concerned about our upcoming journey to the far-western regions of the Commonwealth."
The army's mission was to affirm the veracity of the reports that the Foyle family had indeed been slaughtered the previous year as reported.
"And the militia shall accompany us." Dafydd looked pointedly at Jacob. "Just in case."
Leave it to Dafydd to squash Jacob's joy.
The scent of roasted pork filled the Sehlers' yard, and with the wind lifting, likely the whole settlement, inviting friends to join them later. Magdalene crossed to the barn to feed her dog. This was supposed to be a day of celebration, but the pup didn't know that Jacob's brother had ruined the day for her. Clovis's long curly tail wagged in anticipation of the treat she had hidden in her pocket. She bent and rubbed the top of his silky head and handed him the big beef bone to gnaw on. They'd adopted the black-and-tan shepherding dog from a family friend, Guillame Richelieu. Formerly a French aristocrat, and for a time a French soldier in New France, Guy had left the army and become a scout — some said a spy. He should be back any day now from meeting with Colonel Christy in Philadelphia.
Michi lumbered across the yard, arms stacked high with firewood. "Clovis has earned his treat, and I hope I do too." Guy had named the dog for a French king, and Clovis had well earned his name, making the sheep in the field his obedient subjects.
"Ja, bruder, you may have a Springerle now, maybe two." Magda tamped down a grin. At the rate Michi was growing, it was all she and Mama could do to keep him from being hungry all the time.
He stopped walking. "Did you make them?"
Magdalene scowled at him as Clovis slumped down at her feet. "You saw Mama prepare them a few weeks ago." Time enough for them to become tender.
"Oh ja, that is right." He continued walking toward the house.
"I guess I can eat them then," Michi called over his shoulder.
Why was it she could repair intricate silver pieces and yet she couldn't get her baking to turn out right? Maybe her brothers were right — maybe it was her failed pastries and strudels that kept her from marrying. Or was it that she had eyes for no one but her employer, the man who'd honed her skills as a craftswoman? Or as a lady smith, which he enjoyed calling her in private.
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Table of Contents
Heart of Nantahala,
A Heart So Tender,
A Worthy Groom,
Across Three Autumns,
The Counterfeit Tory,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I love all the Barbour collections. This one is another good one with stories by eight different authors highlighting lives and events in Colonial America. Shenandoah Hearts The first story, written by Carrie Fancett Pagles, features mostly German and Welsh immigrants moving out of the city Philadelphia and into the sparsely populated Shenandoah valley. This is a lively story packed with interesting characters and an opportunity to live vicariously in a time and place of constant danger, hard work and special moments of love and romance. Heart of Nantahala by Jennifer Hudson Taylor Heart of Nantahala directly highlights women’s place in society during the Colonial era. It is also a very sweet love story and one I enjoyed very much. Her Redcoat This third story, by Pegg Thomas, is a gripping narrative of life in Northern Michigan during the spring of 1763. The historic details lend a colorful, though heart-rending, backdrop to this moving story with a surprise ending. A Heart So Tender by Debra E. Marvin Very interesting story delving into the hearts and minds of the white settlers and soldiers toward Native Americans. The heavy subject matter was balanced with moments of humor and ordinary matters of life that concern us all, regardless of time and place. Excellent story! A Worthy Groom by Angela K. Couch What a heart-rending story! One of the best I’ve read and so applicable for today. It is shocking in its depiction of man’s ability to be cruel and hateful, but it is amazing in showing the hope and goodness that God can give us if we ask and rely on Him. Across Three Autumns by Denise Weimer This is a story about an amazing woman, who was unable to see herself as others saw her. Across Three Autumns is a poignant story that will touch your heart. The Counterfeit Tory by Shannon McNear The Counterfeit Tory is a story of good vs evil played out in Revolutionary War time. It illustrates the promise that God is with us during the worst of times and He is merciful and offers us true hope. It’s not only exciting, it is also a sweet love story that will put a smile on the reader’s face. Love’s Undoing by Gabrielle Meyer Very entertaining and informative story, which I thoroughly enjoyed. It ends well, though somewhat abruptly. Maybe a sequel?
The Backcountry Brides Collection Is eight Novellas. The first is about overcoming different things before they marry. The second is about a business proposal wink wink. The third is about a dreaded red coat. The fourth is about a soldier protection of love. The fifth is about trials and trust and forgiveness. The sixth one is a heart jumpin' blood flowin' love flowin' story. The seventh one is about spies - sound familiar? The last one is about who is the right bride. I received a copy of this book from the Publisher and Netgalley; all of the opinions expressed in this review are all my own. if you would like to read more of my Christian book reviews go to christianlybookreviewers.blogspot.com
Eight 18th Century Women Seek Love on Colonial Americas Frontier by Angela K Couch, Debra E Marvin, Shannon McNear, Gabrielle Meyer, Carrie Fancett Pagels, Jennifer Hudson Taylor, Pegg Thomas, Denise Weimer Informational Colonial Historical Christian fiction with some of the strongest women you'll ever meet. And handsome rugged men with true hearts, to love this kind of woman. Living hard lives in harsh environments. Hope, love and faith come through each time. Excellent - makes a great summer read. You'll learn as you read. #TheBackcountryBridesCollection #NetGalley Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Harvest House Publishers and the Netgalley book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising”.
Rather than leave a review for each story, let me just sum them up. If you enjoy historical fiction you must add this book to your collection. It is full of interesting facts woven into story form. I learned may new things and it was enjoyable. Each author has done a great job. The detailed descriptions of the time frame and well developed characters will keep your interest. It was a difficult time to live, and that is portrayed in each story; hardships, cultural differences, and war. But along with the difficulties there is joy, romance, and laughter. I highly recommend this collection. I received a complimentary copy of this book but was not required to leave a review.
The Backcountry Brides is a collection of novellas set in colonial America. Each of the eight novellas is written by a different talented author. I enjoyed the wide variety of settings and characters in the collection. It was obvious that each author had done much research into the particular area and time period of their story, and I found the history aspect to be very interesting. The diversity of these stories amazed me. Challenges and hardships abounded during those times of colonizing the country and taming each frontier, and I found myself appreciating the creature comforts of today. As with most novella collections, I’m split in my feelings between wanting a longer, more detailed story and appreciating the fact that I can read a novella in a shorter period of time and still enjoy a satisfying tale. I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy from the publisher/NetGalley. All opinions are my own.
The Backcountry Brides Collection by Barbour Publishing is set in the wilderness of America from 1754 to 1792. This is my favorite of these novella collections by Barbour, so far. It is hard to say which one novella I like the most, because each was so well written and sreeped in history. These authors put you right in the story. The ones that stand out to me are: Shenandoah Hearts by Carrie Fancett Pagels because Carrie draws on some personal family history to flavor this wonderful tale. This was of special interest to me because of our German Lutheran background. Her Redcoat by Pegg Thomas because of the setting in Michlemackinac. A Heart So Tender by Debra Marvin shows her versatility. Her writing style captures the setting so well! So many great stories in this collection. I recommend this book to those who love historical fiction. *I received a complimentary copy of this book from the authors. I was not required to give a favorable review. All opinions are my own.* Paula Shreckhise
I like reading these types of collections because they are short and sweet. These stories are clean and I like that as well. A few of the authors are new to me and I have added those to my list of authors I will be reading in the future. Now, down to the basics of the stories in this collection. My favorite story is Heart of Natahala by Jennifer Hudson Taylor, who is new to me. The growth of the main characters was fun and interesting. Joseph Gregory plans to buy a lumber mill, but it is owned by a woman who is determined to keep the mill she inherited from her deceased brother. Mabel Walker has refused two representatives of Joe's and plans to refuse Joe's offer no matter the price and terms. However, when things start to go wrong around the mill and Joe steps in to help, she sees him in a different light. Will she sell to Joe? Will the threats chase Mabel away and who is the threat to the mill? With seven other stories in this series, I would be writing a book to tell you all about them. So, I will just say that they are all very nice reads and I would recommend this book if you enjoy reading clean, wholesome, Christian historical romance. Pick up a copy and see for yourself. Enjoy! I won a copy of this book online and was not required to post a review. These are my words and I was not compensated in any way to post my review.
The Backcountry Brides Collection is a wonderful set of eight stories of women finding love on America's colonial frontier that looks different in each story, such as life during the French and Indian War, fur trading, lumber mills and danger from the Native Indians. A number of new to me authors and some of my favorites too--Carrie Fancett Pagels, Debra E. Marvin, and Gabrielle Meyer. Each of the nine authors has their own delightful way of storytelling, some with a little humor, some with suspense and heartbreaking drama, but all weave faith in God and his grace and mercy throughout their stories of love and romance in a variety of situations. Through a time span during the mid-to-late-1700s the stories take readers to the frontiers of eight different states. Interesting tidbits of history and vivid scenes (even some swoon-worthy kisses) along with strong, evocative characters make these stories come alive and readers recognize that even in the despair and struggles of frontier life there is hope and goodness. Don't miss this fascinating collection of stories. I was given a copy of this book and was not required to write a review. The opinions are my own.
I just finished the Backcountry Brides novella collection. It has everything you’d want for hours of summer reading. Set in Colonial times and spanning the Revolutionary War the characters and settings are vastly different in each story. There are two interracial love stories, A couple of Red Coats to swoon over and my goodness the Scottish brogues set my heart to flutter. The setting cover the east coats from Montreal Canada to the Virginia Frontier. Lots if interesting historical tidbits sprinkled throughout with strong women heroines you’ll relate too. I will say a couple of the stories had so much historical information that it cut the romance arc too short. They might have been more enjoyable as a full-length novel. That said, I’d pick up another novella collection by these ladies.
Eight different authors have united to create this unique collection of eight novellas set in Colonial America during the years 1754-1792. This was a time of clearing land, creating homesteads, facing the cruelty of Mother Nature and enduring conflicts and battles with not only the British and Native Americans but the French and Germans also. Men were expected to be tough but the women needed to be even tougher because they were often left to take care of the everyday tasks and endure the shortage of supplies that often occurred. These were strong women facing extreme difficulties but most of them yearned for love and happiness. Finding love during this time was difficult but that is what these Backcountry Brides were seeking and each of these stories offers a different perspective. I enjoyed seeing how each author was able to create characters that were so realistic and yet so different. Some of them were more likable than others and some of the women assumed roles that weren't normally meant for the "fairer sex". As with every generation judgement was prevalent. Women weren't pretty or they were too pretty and the men weren't considered to be the ideal husbands. Even some of the children were subjected to criticism. I was especially touched by the children who were judged because they were of mixed heritage. They suffered emotionally because they were often rejected by both sides of their family. The Backcountry Brides Collection is filled with historical facts and I especially liked the author's notes featured with the novellas; it is very apparent that these authors put a lot of time and effort into being accurate. They also succeeded in showing the strength and determination of these colonists and they shared their own beliefs by stressing the strong influence that faith and prayer played during this important time in our country's history. I was already a fan of many of the authors who contributed to this collection and I certainly wasn't disappointed. I am now looking forward to reading more from those who were "new-to-me authors". The Backcountry Brides Collection is a great way to be both entertained and educated. I recommend it to all who enjoy historical fiction and Christian romance. I received a copy of this book but a positive review was not required. These are my honest opinions.
This was an enjoyable read. Each story was wonderful. They were all well written and each had unforgettable characters. I look forward to reading more from each of these authors.
This book had several new authors for me. It was a nice addition to Barbour books Brides Collections. It was so fun to read about these 18th Century women, brave and courageous in so many ways! I doubt I would have been! The time periods span from 1754-1792. This for sure would be a time of great discovery in our country in a dangerous time where life was much more difficult in many ways. These were sweet, clean stories and full of adventure. Never a dull moment! I hope that you will take time to read these great stories! I received a copy of this book from an author. I was under no obligation to review. All thoughts are my own.
I loved it and learned so much! This collection will take into early American history from 1754 through 1792. Each story tells the story of people struggling to overcome the harshness of life in the backcountry. Wars, Indians, cultural differences, personal insecurities, and prejudice all work against men and women trying to find love. I loved the detailed descriptions provided, while dramatic there are plenty of tender moments along with some humorous ones as well. I wept tears of joy and sadness in many places throughout the book. Each author tugging at my heartstrings. I strongly recommend reading the author notes, some have web pages and/or Pinterest boards with the actual history that sparked their ideas. I learned so much more about this time period by reading this book than I ever did in school. I so very much appreciate the research the authors put into their stories.
I enjoyed these stories that took me back into Colonial America times. Family, faith, hard work and finding love in the frontier. All the stories had hard times to overcome and the faith to accomplish it. I was gifted a copy and my review and opinion are voluntary
I was transported through the pages of these stories back to a time when our ancestors were building a nation and carving out a firm foundation for the generations to come. Survival wasn’t easy on the early frontier. Harsh winters, fierce natives, and an abundance of wild animals. Each story is unique, with fascinating characters. I enjoyed reading the stories in this collection and the distinctive voice that each author brought to this collection. As with any collection, there were a few stories that I could pick out as my favorite, but I can honestly say that each story was enjoyable. If you enjoy reading colonial era stories, filled with adventure, delightful characters, and a dash of mystery, then you won’t want to miss out on snagging a copy of these stories to enjoy! I give this collection 4-stars and I hope that you get the opportunity to enjoy these stories like I have. (I receive complimentary books for review from publishers, publicists, and/or authors, including Netgalley. I am not required to write positive reviews. The opinions I have expressed are my own.)