I had seen this floating around my goodreads and amazon recommendations, based on similar books I'd read. But I kept avoiding it. The cover didn't really appeal to me, nor the title, and when reading the synopsis, I wasn't really interested in the Mexican historical aspect. That's when I realized...
She reached for her blanket but it was beneath her instead of covering her. And the same shirt and skirt that she’d worn while getting the calf across the bridge was still on her. In bed. She flopped onto her back and bumped against something solid. Her stomach dropped. So...
He stopped and turned to her once again. “I wish you’d let me carry Sammy. He must be heavy.” “You have our bags, and I’m getting used to him.” Anne flicked a bug off of the child’s shoulder as they brushed by rosebushes lining the walk. She wasn’t getting used to him, but...
Molly mustered every ounce of strength and sat up to stare in amazement at the maid. “Did you say ‘Bailey’?”The woman smiled slyly, revealing a mouth with half the teeth God intended. “I told you, I’m not one to tell tales. Mr. Morgan has a different Mrs. Morgan every time he travels this stretch...
He took her by the wrist and turned her from her task.“Abigail, when I came home and found you here, I was afraid to let you stay. But I needed you. I couldn’t handle the horses, the farm, and Rachel without your help. The decision to let you stay was selfish on my part. You were convenient and I...
Wyatt stepped outside the modest clapboard house and looked out over the valley that ran just below his property. The morning sun reflected in the river that ribboned its way through the bottom of his land and on into town. Stretched out vertically, they owned acres of wooded ground, but standing...