twenty-five sweet Western romance novels, the mother of four children, and the
eater of chocolate cake and tacos. Many tacos. Too many tacos to count. Because
cheese. And meat. Meat and cheese.
three times and has the screenshots to prove it. Even though she’s only been
publishing Westerns for two years, she plans to do it forever and ever, or
until the cows come home, whichever happens first. She credits her own pioneer
heritage for this new interest, and is glad that she doesn’t have to wear
twelve petticoats to be considered modest.
Kristin Holt, USA
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write frequent articles (or view recent
posts easily on my Home Page) about the nineteenth
century American West–every subject of possible interest to readers,
amateur historians, authors…as all of these tidbits surfaced while researching
for my books. I blog monthly at Sweet
Romance Reads, Sweet Americana
Sweethearts, and Romancing the
up as far away from the old west as possible, she’s always had a love affair
with the men and women who settled the untamed land west of the Mississippi.
Glued to TV westerns like Maverick, Rawhide and Gunsmoke, and reading stories
of Annie Oakley, Roy Rogers and Rin Tin Tin, it was only natural that when she
started writing, she wrote what she loved to watch and read. When she’s not
writing or travelling in search of the perfect setting for her next novel, you
can usually find her wielding a pair of knitting needles or a pool cue.
William Jones has always known he’d marry his love, but when her father insists he goes West to make his fortune before they can marry, he reluctantly agrees. After all, he wants his love to get everything she ever wants in life. When he finds out Mary has died after a tragic illness, he gets his farm ready, but he can’t go through his entire life without love. He sends for a mail order bride, getting the biggest shock of his life. Will he ever be able to trust his bride? Or will he spend the rest of his life regretting his decision to marry?
THE ECHO OF MUSIC by AMELIA C. ADAMS: When acclaimed opera singer Orinda Lou Britt loses her voice, she leaves the stage and her home in Chicago to live in Topeka, where no one knows her and she can start over again. Along with her, she brings her cherished heirloom piano, a gift from her grandmother.
Nathan Perry travels the country tuning pianos in every town, and there is no one Orinda Lou trusts more. But when it comes time for her piano to be repaired, Nathan seems nowhere to be found, and when he does finally arrive, the reason for his absence may drive them apart forever.
Caleb Walker has lived a life of freedom among the spectacular Tetons, surrounded by the love of his family and friends. Unexplained restlessness prompts him to leave his beloved mountains in search of answers. When he joins an expedition into the wilderness, he is shocked to come face to face with a woman from his long-forgotten past.
Caleb and Livy must find a way to come to terms with their unexpected meeting. If they can move beyond the guilt and misunderstandings of the past, they might discover that they were meant to be together all along.
THE GUNSMITH’S BRIDE by KRISTIN HOLT: Morgan Hudson can’t begrudge his widowed father a second chance at happiness. So when Dad’s mail-order bride arrives in Mountain Home with a beautiful daughter, Morgan’s life flips upside down. The lovesick fifty-year-olds need a chaperone, and Morgan can’t remember to treat Lizzy like a sister. Will their emergent love survive their parents’ romance, threats from the past, and a law forbidding kissing on the streets of Mountain Home?
HANNAH’S HERO by MARGERY SCOTT: US Marshal Kirby Matheson is on his way to testify at the trial of an outlaw when he comes across Hannah on the trail, unconscious and hurt. He feels a connection to her unlike any he’s never felt with another woman. He’s sure she feels the same, so why is she so frosty toward him? And why is he suddenly thinking about giving up the one thing he’s always valued – his freedom?
When Hannah Wilde is rescued by a handsome stranger after being thrown from her horse during a storm, she finds herself growing to like him, much to her dismay. He’s exactly the kind of man she’s sworn never to get involved with – a lawman!
When I was growing up I wanted to be a writer. Nothing else would
work for me. I told everyone that’s what I would be.
I once met a famous baseball star while working at Six Flags in a
game with throwing baseballs and guessing how fast you could throw. He offered
to sign the ball he threw for me, and I told him he couldn’t deface property.
(This was after he gave me his name!) It was hours later when another guest saw
that I’d written Nolan Ryan as the fastest pitcher for the day that I realized I
was kind of dumb there. I was 18 and blonde. What can I say?
Readers would be surprised to know I am nervous every time I put a
new book out. I’m always afraid I will disappoint them.
Everyday I play computer games with my family.
I like to go to Disney World! It’s truly the happiest place on
I have always wanted to conquer the world.
I will never forget the first sale I made. My first book had been
out for two weeks when I got that sale. I cried for hours, because someone was
willing to pay money for a story I’d made up in my head.
The best thing about writing is I can do it in my jammies.
When I am not writing, I like to play computer games. I waste a
LOT of hours on computer games.
I am working on Mail Order Memories. I hope you like it!
dishes, and had found a book and planted herself at the dining room table
before the door to the parlor finally opened again, more than an hour later.
Papa looked between her and William, before he nodded. “I’ll give you two ten
minutes of privacy.” He turned and headed up the stairs, leaving her alone with
William. Never before had her father left them alone, so she was both surprised
and pleased. Surely this meant he’d agreed to the marriage.
climbed the stairs, Mary jumped to her feet. “What did he say?” She rushed
forward, taking William’s hands in hers. “It was so hard to wait out here while
you talked! I wanted to be in there with you, giving all the reasons we should
may marry you, but there are conditions that must be met first.” His brown eyes
met hers, his filled with a sadness she’d never seen there. His eyes were
always merry, and now they made her want to weep.
conditions?” Her papa knew they’d been courting for more than a year, and she’d
been certain he would agree immediately. She was shocked that he was being
his. “Let’s sit and talk about it.”
want to sit. She wanted him to tell her that they could plan their wedding. It
didn’t have to be a big one. She’d wear her mama’s wedding dress, and they
could get married at the small church in town where they’d both attended their
school the previous week, but he still went into town to walk her home every
evening. He had a job as a farmhand for old Mr. Hardy, and she wasn’t sure what
the problem was. “Your father wants me to go West and get some land. If I prove
up on it, then we can marry.” He’d never thought he’d consider being a
homesteader. Eventually he’d inherit his father’s land, and he could be a
farmer right there in Massachusetts, but it’s what her father wanted. He’d do
anything to marry her.
to prove up on land! And there isn’t any left that’s close!” She shook her head
adamantly. “Let’s elope. We can go to Beckham and marry right away. No one can
stop us. I’m sixteen! A full-grown woman! Just like my mama was.” Why wasn’t he
fighting what her father said? He acted like it was the most normal thing in
the world to be told he had to go West.
his neck. “I know. I don’t want to go
against him, though. He’s the only family you have. I’ll go, and I’ll make a
good life for us.” He couldn’t be the reason she and her father parted ways.
He’d never really seen eye to eye with her father, but she loved him, and that
was good enough for him.
the corners of her eyes. “I don’t want you to go.” She clung to one of his
hands with both of hers. “Please stay.”
away one of her tears. “This is the fourth time I’ve seen you cry…and the only
time I’ve caused it. I’m so sorry.”
fortifying herself. “Well, if you must go, then you must. It’s a good time of
year for it. Promise me you’ll write.” It would be better if he went in the
spring, when all life was starting over. She’d wait for him…as long as it took.
how busy I get, I’ll write to you.”
arms around his waist and hugging him close. “I’ll walk you out.”
Never before had she walked him out, even with all the times he’d visited over
the years. He turned to her as soon as they were outside. “Did you have
something else you wanted to say?” he asked, keeping his voice low.
but I have something else I want to do.” She reached up and pulled his head
down to hers, pressing her lips to his. She’d never allowed him to kiss her,
always believing they should wait until they were engaged.
his hand stroking down her back, feeling her corset through her dress there.
“I’m going to miss you so much.” He wanted so badly to take her with him.
Together they could conquer the world. They could do anything!
you come see me before you go?”
only be harder if I do. I’ll go first thing in the morning, and I’ll write you
as soon as I arrive. I love you, Mary Brown.”
nodding. “I love you too, William Jones.” She leaned against the wall of her
house as she watched him go, already missing him.