Some of you might remember a blog tour I hosted this spring called "Lena's Sweet Spring Reads." The blog tour promoted several fantasy/paranormal books by author Lena Goldfinch. I really enjoyed her books and was super excited to join this Pre-Order Party for her newest book, The Unexpected Bride, the first in a series of western historical romances. I am certain it will be as thrilling as Lena's previous novels. It will be released on October 6, so mark your calendars!
About the Book
Rebecca Sullivan has been "Becky" all her life, a real hoyden. Her
childhood sweetheart taught her to ride bareback and shoot a rifle, but then he
chose a "perfect lady" for a wife—a real Southern belle, who's now
expecting a baby. Heartbroken, Becky signs up to be a mail-order bride to a
Seattle man, sight unseen. She resolves to squelch her hoydenish ways and
become a "perfect lady" for her future husband.
If logging-operation owner Isaac Jessup had wanted a bride, he'd have chosen a
sturdy frontier woman, not some fragile lady from back East. Ready to explain
the mistake, honorable Isaac takes one look into Rebecca's vulnerable
eyes...and knows he'll marry her, even though this delicate waif is obviously
unsuited for wild Seattle.
Could an unexpected marriage be a match made in heaven?
Book One in The Brides Series
Sweet Historical Western Romance / A Mail-Order Bride Novel
Sweet Historical Western Romance / A Mail-Order Bride Novel
Release Date: October 6th, 2014
Available for pre-order in ebook format:
Author Bio
LENA
GOLDFINCH writes romance and fantasy for adults and teens. She’s a sucker for a
good old-fashioned romance, whether it’s a novel, novella, or short story,
young adult or adult, fantasy or realistic, contemporary or historical.
Elements of romance, fantasy, and mystery have a way of creeping into her
writing, even when she's writing historicals or something light and
contemporary. Lena has been a finalist in several national writing contests,
including the RWA Golden Heart and ACFW Genesis contests. She lives in a scenic
small town in Massachusetts with her husband, two kids, and a very spoiled
Black Lab. Visit Lena at www.LenaGoldfinch.blogspot.com.
Excerpt
The lean-to was chilly and not for the
first time, Isaac considered boarding it up proper and calling it a barn. He
sat on the stool and began milking the goat, all the while mentally preparing
for the worship service they planned to go to later that morning. The
Scriptures he'd read first thing that morning were fresh in his mind, and his
prayers kept returning to the problem of Rebecca. One inner voice urged him to
send her back home, but another voice spoke of commitment. He'd said vows
before God to love and keep her till death do them part. Those weren't words he
was willing to dismiss lightly.
"What's her name?" Her voice was suddenly in his ear, quite close.
Isaac jumped. The goat bleated at him.
"Sorry, girl." He patted her side and resumed milking her with slow, careful hands. He glanced over his shoulder toward the subject of his thoughts.
Rebecca stood watching him, leaning over the rail and peering in at them with curious eyes. He was surprised to see her out this early. She usually left him to his morning chores, and most times he'd get back inside the cabin and find her already up preparing breakfast.
"What's her name?" she repeated.
"Name? The goat?" He looked at the goat dumbly. It was a goat. He'd never gotten much further than that. She gave them a daily supply of milk, but other than that she was generally a nuisance. She liked to butt down the stall door. And whenever she got loose, she'd eat what few vegetables he was able to grow in the summer. She also liked to nip at his shirts and underthings when he hung them out on the line--if he was lucky. Most times she'd tug the whole line down and drag it through the mud.
"Yes, the goat," Rebecca said, a pleasant-sounding smile in her voice. "Don't tell me she hasn't got a name?"
There was something nice about hearing a woman's voice in the morning. It reminded him a little of when he was young, and his mother had chatted with him in soft tones while they ate breakfast. As if speaking too loud would jar them too quickly out of whatever dreams they'd had the night before.
Rebecca's soft voice put him much in mind of those times.
"All right. I won't." Isaac focused on his milking.
"She doesn't have a name?" Rebecca pressed. "How can you have an animal that doesn't have a name?"
"Never gave it much thought. She's good for milk, but other than that she's nothing but trouble, always munching on the laundry."
"Well, then I think your choice is clear. Either you call her Milky or you call her Trouble." Her teasing tone brought a reluctant smile to his lips.
"Well, then, if I have to choose, then I guess she's Trouble."
The real Trouble was standing behind him, her elbow propped against the top of the rail, her chin cupped in one dainty hand.
"What's her name?" Her voice was suddenly in his ear, quite close.
Isaac jumped. The goat bleated at him.
"Sorry, girl." He patted her side and resumed milking her with slow, careful hands. He glanced over his shoulder toward the subject of his thoughts.
Rebecca stood watching him, leaning over the rail and peering in at them with curious eyes. He was surprised to see her out this early. She usually left him to his morning chores, and most times he'd get back inside the cabin and find her already up preparing breakfast.
"What's her name?" she repeated.
"Name? The goat?" He looked at the goat dumbly. It was a goat. He'd never gotten much further than that. She gave them a daily supply of milk, but other than that she was generally a nuisance. She liked to butt down the stall door. And whenever she got loose, she'd eat what few vegetables he was able to grow in the summer. She also liked to nip at his shirts and underthings when he hung them out on the line--if he was lucky. Most times she'd tug the whole line down and drag it through the mud.
"Yes, the goat," Rebecca said, a pleasant-sounding smile in her voice. "Don't tell me she hasn't got a name?"
There was something nice about hearing a woman's voice in the morning. It reminded him a little of when he was young, and his mother had chatted with him in soft tones while they ate breakfast. As if speaking too loud would jar them too quickly out of whatever dreams they'd had the night before.
Rebecca's soft voice put him much in mind of those times.
"All right. I won't." Isaac focused on his milking.
"She doesn't have a name?" Rebecca pressed. "How can you have an animal that doesn't have a name?"
"Never gave it much thought. She's good for milk, but other than that she's nothing but trouble, always munching on the laundry."
"Well, then I think your choice is clear. Either you call her Milky or you call her Trouble." Her teasing tone brought a reluctant smile to his lips.
"Well, then, if I have to choose, then I guess she's Trouble."
The real Trouble was standing behind him, her elbow propped against the top of the rail, her chin cupped in one dainty hand.
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Thank you so much for joining the pre-order party, Emily! Hope you enjoy the story. :)
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Thank you! I'm sure I will.
DeleteThanks, Emily! I super appreciate you being part of my pre-release party!
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