I didn't get this series read in order so maybe I didn't enjoy them as much because of that.1895The Four Sinclair Sisters are in shock when their father loses his job and house and goes to Paris without them. The two oldest Kat and Nell head to Cripple Creek, Colorado, as mail order brides as th...
While I have definitely been enjoying the sage of the Sinclair sisters, I found this book to be slightly weaker then its predecessor, Two Brides Too Many. While I will continue on with the series, there was something about the message in this book that was a bit of a put-off. There was of course...
A delightfull read. This is the first of Mona's books that I have read. The novel is very well structured and contains wonderful prose as well as much food for thought that will inspire you to look within yourself on occassion. The story is about a small wagon train on its way to California co...
Wednesday night already. Seems it was just Sunday, and they were all gathered around the piano. Where had the days gone? Maren sighed. The deep breath caused her aching arms to remind her. She’d given most of her time and all of her energy to the wheat harvest.Sound asleep on her bed, Gabi purred...
A few more petals to stitch and she’d have her quilt top finished. She liked the cheery pattern of the flower baskets. She’d also liked the new pattern she’d seen taking shape in her life—the one in which she was friends with Quaid and was seeing him fairly regularly. Until that day in the storer...
He’d taken three photographs of the First Congregational Church family, as Tucker referred to them. And, surprisingly, today he felt like part of the family. He considered it amazing that he’d been so comfortable sitting in the sanctuary this morning. In front of the preacher, no less.Now if only...
Heinrich went to the bank. She pulled a tin of peaches off of a high shelf behind the counter and dangled it for her customer to reach. Concern creased Oliver Rengler’s brow.“You shoulda let me do the climbing, ma’am.” He set the tin on the counter and steadied the ladder.Her knuckles white, Caro...
That was at least the tenth sneeze in the two hours since she’d arrived at the newspaper office. The worst possible time for a cold. She needed to make a good impression her first day on the job. Not an easy task when she seemed to be waving a blackened and wet handkerchief about. Stuffing the ha...