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March 10, 2020
Mail Order Millie – New Release
I am very pleased to announce the release of Mail Order Millie – Book One of the Widows, Brides, and Secret Babies series.
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When Millie Camden prematurely becomes a widow, she is left homeless and penniless. Against her better judgement she has no other option than to become a mail-order bride.
Daniel Carson finally succumbs to the pressure and orders a mail-order bride. On the surface, she appears to be everything he needs, and he is smitten, but what is she hiding?
Can these two resolve their differences and make their marriage of convenience work? And what will happen when he discovers her secret?
Author’s Promise: This is a heartwarming historical novella with a happily ever after ending and no cliffhangers. It is a clean and wholesome story with nothing more than hugs, kisses, and holding hands.
February 29, 2020
New Release – Grace – Book Two, Brides of Montana
I am very happy to report that the second book in the Brides of Montana series, by Cheryl Wright, has been released.
1880 – Montana
After losing the love of his life to another man, Joe Hartley finds himself head-over-heels in love with a newcomer to town.
Grace Sunderland starts a business in a new town after an horrific fire where she lost everything that mattered to her. She is far from interested in men or marriage and had long decided to remain a spinster forever.
Can Joe convince Grace to marry him? And will her resolve dissipate long enough to connect with her true feelings?
Author’s Promise: This is a heartwarming historical novella with a happily ever after ending and no cliffhangers. It is a clean and wholesome story with nothing more than hugs, kisses, and holding hands.
Also available in Kindle Unlimited
February 27, 2020
Snippet – New Release – Rejected Bride – Margaret Tanner
REJECTED BRIDE
Sweet Western novella.
Jilted the day before her wedding in favor of a rich older woman, Jemma Holbrook is left in dire circumstances.
In desperation she pretends to be a boy and sneaks on board a freight train bound for Texas. Her situation becomes even grimmer on discovering the rail wagon she’s been hiding in has been shunted off the main line and left in the wilderness.
Marshal Kyle Lovitt is ambushed and left for dead by outlaws. Jemma comes to his rescue and nurses him back to health.
When Kyle discovers her gender, he insists they get married because he has compromised her.
Will Kyle only ever feel gratitude and an obligation to do the gentlemanly thing by her, or can Jemma win his love?
SNIPPET:
“Jemma! What are you doing here?” Viola put aside her cup of coffee and rose to her feet.
“I came to see you and to check on arrangements for tomorrow.”
Viola wore a flowing lacy robe over a matching nightgown with pretty bows and ribbons down the front. Unless she was going out Viola often didn’t bother getting dressed.
“Things have changed,” Viola snapped. “I’d like you to leave my house immediately.”
“What!” Jemma rocked back on her heels. Something was terribly wrong here, but she couldn’t understand what. The older woman had never spoken this harshly before.
“Leave here now. You are no longer welcome under my roof.”
The words, heavy with animosity, almost felled her. “What’s wrong? Wha….”
“Which one do you think I should wear, darling?” Rupert strode into the room holding a cream and pale blue cravat in his hand. He skidded to a halt on seeing her. Every vestige of color drained from his face. He grabbed the ends of his burgundy silk dressing gown, but not before she realized he was naked.
Pain clawed her heart to threads. She pressed her hand against her mouth, her legs buckled, and she sank to her knees.
“You stayed with….” she managed to croak. “The day before our wedding. How could you?” Tears sprang to her eyes.
“We, we….”
“We’re married,” Viola snapped the words out. “Didn’t the hotel give you the message?”
“No!” Jemma screamed the word out frantically glancing from one to the other, desperately praying this was a hideous nightmare and she would soon wake up from it.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0851GVQ7W
February 13, 2020
SNIPPET – MAIL ORDER ANGELIQUE – WIDOWS, BRIDES, AND SECRET BABIES
A snippet from Angelique – Book 4 in the exciting new series Widows, Brides, and Secret Babies.
The first meeting of the bride and groom:
Damn Angelique for letting him down. Anger surged in his breast as he started to walk away. Surely, he wasn’t such a bad prospect in the husband stakes?
“Clinton McKenzie?”
He swung around. It was the young woman. “Yes, who’s asking?”
“Angelique.”
“What! You’re Angelique? You’re very young.”
“I’m twenty-one.”
“You don’t look it.” She certainly wasn’t a hag. She was real pretty. The platform cleared and they were the only two left except for station staff.
“Um, I’ve brought a buckboard. I thought you would have luggage but not as much as this.”
“I had to bring extra things because of….”
“I’ll get a trolley.” He stepped over to where several of them were lined up and wheeled one over to her. He lifted the bigger trunk first, then piled the other one on the top. “Here, give me that.” He went to grab the basket.
“No.” She backed away.
“Give it to me. I’ll put it on the trolley with the rest of your luggage.”
“No, I’ll hold it.”
“What does it contain? The family jewels?” He grinned. “I won’t steal them.”
Was she crazy in the head? That’s all he needed – to wed a crazy woman. “Come on.” He lost patience with her, grabbing one of the handles he left her holding the other one. The basket opened and he let out a shocked gasp. “What’s that?”
February 10, 2020
Tantalizing Titbit – Mail Order Millie
MAIL ORDER MILLIE
(Widows, Brides, and Secret Babies – Book Three)
Copyright ©2020 by Cheryl Wright
Millie stared down at her husband of a little less than three months. Three blissfully happy months.
Cody looked so peaceful lying there. His best suit fit perfectly and had always looked wonderful on him.
Her thoughts flashed back to their wedding day – the first day she’d seen him in that suit.
He was incredibly handsome standing beside her. His big brown eyes always drew her in, and those dimples. They always got to her.
And his lips. They were the most kissable lips she’d ever known. Not that she’d kissed any other man – that wouldn’t be right – but Cody was a kisser if ever there was one.
They had big plans. They were going to build a house halfway up the mountain, despite the town supplying one.
He’d decided to get the money together for their own piece of land, and then they’d start building. She would help out where she could, perhaps selling baked goods to the local mercantile.
Their little bit of paradise would be large enough to house not only themselves, Cody had said, but their children. He’d planned on at least six. Millie preferred two or three. She would be the one caring for them after all.
She startled as the preacher came and stood beside her. “He was a wonderful man, Mrs Watson and we’ll all miss him.”
He shook his head and walked away, ready for the funeral service.
A tear slid down Millie’s face as she pondered the preacher’s words. She didn’t know any of these people, and they didn’t know her Cody. They had been here three days – not even long enough to unpack all their belongings.
Cody may not have been perfect, but he was her husband, and had always treated her well.
She stifled a sob.
“What am I going to do now, Cody?” she asked quietly, as the sob bubbled to the surface.
Out of nowhere the answer came to her in Cody’s own voice. “Become a mail order bride.”
“Are you crazy?” she asked out loud.
Heads turned to stare at her, and she felt the heat creep up her face. It was the craziest idea she’d ever heard, but it just might work.
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February 7, 2020
Widows, Brides, and Secret Babies – Mail Order Millie
Mail Order Millie by Cheryl Wright
When Millie Camden prematurely becomes a widow, she is left homeless and penniless. Against her better judgement she has no other option than to become a mail-order bride.
Daniel Carson finally succumbs to the pressure and orders a mail-order bride. On the surface, she appears to be everything he needs, and he is smitten, but what is she hiding?
Can these two resolve their differences and make their marriage of convenience work? And what will happen when he discovers her secret?
Mail Order Millie will be available March 20.
February 5, 2020
Widows, Brides, and Secret Babies – Mail Order Angelique – Margaret Tanner
This is the blurb from my story Mail Order Angelique in the Widows, Brides, and Secret Babies series. It is on Pre-order now at Amazon.
To keep himself out of the clutches of a scheming woman, Clinton McKenzie needs a wife.
In desperation, he decides to correspond with Angelique, the mail-order bride his dead brother had been writing to, and ask her to be his wife.
Angelique accepts Clinton’s marriage proposal and travels from Cheyanne to marry him.
Clinton’s shock turns into amazement, then anger when he meets his intended bride. She has a baby with her. Who is the child’s father? More importantly, what happened to him?
Can he forgive Angelique’s deceit? How can a marriage built on lies ever succeed?
January 28, 2020
Emily: Brides of Montana New Release
Emily – Book One, Brides of Montana is now available!
Book Two is currently on pre-order.
Emily Stanton is a spinster with no interest in being courted. She has owned and managed her family’s boarding house since her parents died, which gives her no time for herself.
Patrick Harper, a confirmed bachelor, is the new carpenter in town. The last thing on his mind is marriage – even if the local boarding house is run by the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on.
When sparks fly between them, will they fight against them or accept the inevitable?
Author’s Promise: This is a heartwarming historical novella with a happily ever after ending and no cliffhangers. It is a clean and wholesome story with nothing more than hugs, kisses, and holding hands.
January 26, 2020
January 25, 2020
Tantalizing Titbit – Hannah’s Choice – Margaret Tanner
Arnold French nervously waited at the stage depot for his Mail Order Bride, Hannah Duckworth, to arrive. He had been a widower for many years and quite happy with his bachelor existence until his failing eyesight had become increasingly troublesome. Grant, his partner in the ranch and friend, had called him a dang fool, saying he would always look after him.
He recalled their last conversation on the matter. “You should get a local woman if you must get hitched,” Grant had said.
“Yeah, what local, unattached woman is there?” he had shot back. There wasn’t any local woman unless he wanted some gal from the local cathouse, which he didn’t. Ignoring Grant, he had written away stating his needs and this Hannah Duckworth had replied. She was much younger than what he wanted but sounded sensible.
I’ll be honest with you Mr. French. I want to leave Deadwood now my only relative has passed away. I am a God-fearing woman and have not, and never have been married. I am an excellent cook and housekeeper so I feel sure you would find me suitable for your needs.
She sounded sincere enough. If she wasn’t what she claimed to be, he could give her money for her fare back to Deadwood.
He pulled out his pocket watch for the second time and squinted at it. The coach was late. He had left his buckboard under a tree near the depot and placed a nosebag on the horse. It was hard trying to curb his impatience.
They would go straight back to the ranch after they had wed. Grant and their three cowhands were away delivering horses to the army. Grant had sent a telegraph telling him they would make a detour on the way home because he had learnt about a ranch having a clearing sale of well-bred cattle, and he wanted to see whether there were any suitable for them.
He wasn’t a rich man, although comfortably set up. His ranch wasn’t big, but he owned it, thanks to the Homesteaders Act of 1862. He had paid a heavy price for it. His wife had been killed when Indian’s attacked their wagon train on the journey out here.
Where was the coach? He stomped up and down outside the depot. If it didn’t arrive soon, he would have to leave and head for home. He didn’t want to drive in the dark as his night vision was poor. “Damn eyes,” he muttered.
