Category: Western ISBN-10: 9781897560174
Copyright: December 8 2008
ISBN-13: 9781897560174
A strong willed Canadian farm girl may have bit off more than she can chew when it comes to dealing with a stubborn, logical US Marshall.
William Mardsen is the son of a dirt farmer, who made his fortune in beef. Now he’s set his sights on marriage, kids and a successful career as a law-man. Standing before a preacher with the perfect bride - William finds himself face to face with an irate gun-toting figure.
Marie Logan: strong-willed independent and intelligent, she’s one of the boys. When her younger sister comes home – pregnant and unmarried she’s furious. Determined to show Jack Mardsen the meaning of duty, Marie finds herself butting heads with his older brother, William.
Easy to love, but hard to tame William is a man who could easily get behind the walls around Marie’s heart. Thrown into the situation with the head strong Canadian, William learns his future is more than an emotionless plan. Together, they’ll forge a love that is strong enough to remove any border – and unite two countries
Excerpt
Lord, you surely know how to make me suffer. She glanced heavenward as the preacher cleared his throat. The layer of dirt and grime that coated her clothes weighed on her shoulders as she stared at the vast sea of colorful silk. Even her best dress wasn’t this fancy, and she tugged at the hem of her jacket, a knot of embarrassment in her throat. She shuffled a couple of steps to the right and eased in behind a tall, broad shouldered man standing watching in silence.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of Marshall William Mardsen and Miss Abigail McCoy in matrimony. It is an honorable and solemn estate and therefore is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently and soberly. Into this estate, these two persons present come now to be joined. If any one can show just cause why they may not be lawfully joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” The preacher glanced around the room, searching for anyone who would object.
Marie sidestepped a young man, and froze as the preacher’s gaze fell on her. She swallowed as his face paled and shock and horror replaced puzzlement. She straightened and eyed him, unwilling to bend.
“Um, is there something I can do for you?” he croaked, as the entire room shifted to stare at her.
“No.” Marie shrugged apologetically and pointed at the tall, chestnut haired man standing beside the bride. “I’m looking for him.”
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait. Why don’t you go over and talk to one of my deputies,” Williams snapped. “I’m a bit busy at the moment. Reverend McDougal, please, continue.”
Marie narrowed her eyes at his abrupt dismissal. She shrugged deeper into her coat and stared at him. “Buffalo chips! I will do no such thing. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you!” She eyed him carefully. He towered above her five feet three inches. Thick, wavy chestnut colored hair laid combed back from his tanned face. Frown marks trailed faintly over his forehead, and into thick eyebrows that sat over green eyes. A slight bump high on the bridge his nose indicated it had obviously been broke at one point. He had a square, granite-like jaw, and his full lips were pressed into a thin line with anger.
“Look, I have…” he snarled, his voice husky, and smooth, despite his anger.
“You’ve said your piece.” Marie strode up to him, fury racing through her body. She poked him in the chest. “If you could control your um urges a bit better, I wouldn’t have to neglect my crops and be here arguing with some fancy wanna be with a piece of tin strapped to his chest.”
“How dare you!” Abigail gasped, slapping at Marie’s hand. “You are intruding…”
She turned to eye the ‘proper’ lady for a moment, her face a bored mask of cold indifference. “I dare lots. Now do yourself a favor and shut up.” She dismissed the bride, ignoring the startled gasps that filled the room. “You’re Mardsen, right? You’re the deputy marshal here? If’n the answer is yes than we have something to talk about. She done told me all about your relationship. I refuse to allow my sister to be made a fool of. It’s your blood runnin’ through that babe she’s carrying’s veins and you’re gonna do right by her or else!” Marie turned back to the tall man eying her with banked fury.
“I don’t even know your sister!” Mardsen roared a stunned look in his face a moment before a wave of color rose to settle on his cheeks
In this collection of Western fiction, I’ve endeavored to bring the reader a little laughter at the expense of my characters, even though they are at times engaged in life threatening adventures. Learn to say something nice to all of your enemies l
In this collection of Western fiction, I’ve endeavored to bring the reader a little laughter at the expense of my characters, even though they are at times engaged in life threatening adventures. Learn to say something nice to all of your enemies l
