Western romance novel, set 1870 in Montana, outside of a stagecoach station named Springwater Station, hence the title.
The heroine is the widow Evangeline Keating, whose much older husband died of natural causes. She had to get out of town because her stepson, who is actually older than she is and inherited everything, started making untoward advances and he happens to be a toad, so there’s no way she’d marry him. It turns out that her dead husband had a cousin in Montana who was looking for a wife, so she becomes his mail-order bride. Just one snag: When she and her daughter Abigail arrive at Springwater Station, they’re expecting him to pick them up, but he’s hauling cattle to market down in Texas. So, who’s there to haul them to the ranch? Scully Wainwright, who just happens to be the handsomest man she’s ever seen. Of course, he’s also very honorable and could never engage in a relationship with his best friend’s fiancee. Drama ensues. Delightful drama filled with sexual tension as Evangeline and Scully must live together in a one-room cabin all winter. Maniacal laughter!
I love Linda Lael Miller’s western historicals. Yeah, they can be a little hokey, but it’s like eating vanilla pudding. I do love vanilla pudding; I just don’t mistake it for tiramisu.
My one complaint is that almost the entire book is spent denying their attraction to each other, so when everything works out in the end, the love scene feels a little tacked on. I almost would have preferred a fade to black, since everything up to that point had been a very gentle, restrained courtship, that sort of relishes in stolen touches, and then they get hitched and all of a sudden he’s going down on her. It was weird.
But! I did enjoy it, since it broke up the usual romance novel rhythm.