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Velda Brotherton
Category:
Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Type: Fiction
Pages: 364
Copyright: Feb. 2013
ISBN-13: 978161217714=4
Price: $5.99 (eBook)
Victorians arrive from England to settle Victoria, Kansas. Three women will seek new lives in this three-part series
Wilda is to marry Lord Blair Prescott. In return he will care for her sister and cousin, all orphans. But when she arrives, she finds Prescott not to her liking at all. She talks outlaw Calder Raines into kidnapping her so Lord Prescott won't send her sister and cousin back to England. She soon learns she's gone from the frying pan into the fire.
Rob banks? She's is reluctant to do so.Calder, who is an outlaw because "it runs in the family," isn't sure what to do with her now that he has kidnapped her.
Their adventures are humorous, frightening and romantic.
Excerpt
“You want me to kidnap you so you don’t have to marry this remittance man?”
“Remittance…? I…never mind, that is essentially it, yes. I don’t wish to marry Lord Prescott.”
“What do you think they’ll do to me if they catch us?”
She shrugged, then remembered he couldn’t see her in the dark. “Well, but they are already going to hang you if they catch you. Is that not so? So what difference would it make?”
He uttered some words under his breath that she didn’t understand, but she decided it was best that way.
“I suppose that’s true,” he finally said. “But tell me one reason why I ought to do this. Just one would do, two would be better.”
“Reason?”
“Or are you uppity English so used to having your way you thought all you had to do was ask? What’s in it for me, lady?”
Uppity? How dare he? Her tongue stuck to the roof of her dry mouth, and it was a moment before she could go on. Afraid to reply to his second question, for fear he might be getting at something she wouldn’t want to deal with, she answered the first.
“No. I don’t recall ever having my way. Not since my parents were killed and they sent me to that orphanage.”
A short silence, followed by a snort. “Oh, that’s good. Make me feel sorry for you. I watched my father murdered and my mother died of the pox when I was off fighting the damned Yankees, who burned down our house and killed both my brothers. Nobody’s ever given a damn about any of that, and they sure as hell won’t give me any breaks when they go to hang me, so why should I give you any?”
She thought about that. He was right of course. She had said nearly the same on occasion. “I’m sorry about your family, but at least I didn’t start robbing and killing people.”
“No, you just sold yourself to a man and now you want out of it."
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