The over fifty titles she has created in her pink cave have made her an Amazon bestselling author and won several awards. She writes sweet to sensual romances about the West, both historical and contemporary as well as time travel and mystery. Her series include the Kincaids, McClintocks, Stone Mountain Texas, Bride Brigade, Texas Time Travel, Texas Caprock Tales, Loving A Rancher, and Pearson Grove as well as numerous single titles and contributions to multi-author sets. When she’s not writing, she loves spending time with her family, reading her friends’ books, lunching with friends, browsing antique malls, checking Facebook, and taking the occasional nap.
Such a tiny lie…
Desperation drove her…
She couldn’t know the risk…
Nicholas “Nick” Walker is a doctor from Gettysburg whose wife and children were killed when mortar fire destroyed their home. Eager to escape the memories and ravages of the Civil War, he buys a medical practice in Montana Territory. He wants a competent nurse who can assist him with operations and care for patients as his plans expand for a hospital. He wants a well-organized wife to keep him company and start a family. With his usual efficiency, he combines the two into one job description when he requests a mail-order bride.
What will it take to teach Nick that—although she isn’t what he expected—Melody is exactly what he needs?
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She opened the oven and removed a pan of golden biscuits. After setting the pan on the table, she set a platter of ham beside the bread.
She didn’t look at him. “I didn’t know how you like your eggs so we’re having them scrambled.”
“Actually, that’s my preference.” He sat at the table.
When she’d set the bowl on the table and was seated she nodded at him. “Time for you to say the blessing.”
He sat frozen. Not since he’d lost Jenny and the children had he uttered a prayer. Did he remember how? Did God remember him?
Melody sent him a disapproving glance. “If you’ve lost your voice, take another swallow of coffee. Maybe that’ll loosen your tongue.”
Cheeky woman. He glared at her before he bowed his head and offered a brief blessing.
She didn’t look at him. “I didn’t know how you like your eggs so we’re having them scrambled.”
“Actually, that’s my preference.” He sat at the table.
When she’d set the bowl on the table and was seated she nodded at him. “Time for you to say the blessing.”
He sat frozen. Not since he’d lost Jenny and the children had he uttered a prayer. Did he remember how? Did God remember him?
Melody sent him a disapproving glance. “If you’ve lost your voice, take another swallow of coffee. Maybe that’ll loosen your tongue.”
Cheeky woman. He glared at her before he bowed his head and offered a brief blessing.
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