Mail Order Bride: Montana Orphan (Echo Canyon Brides: Book 8)

Montana Orphan: echo canyon book 8 by Linda Bridey I am excited to announce that book 8 in my Echo Canyon Brides series is now available at the links below. Happy reading.

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Three years have passed since Nick Terranova lost his wife and son when the three of them were on a journey to Japan. Time hasn’t healed those wounds and he’s a broken man. However, not wanting to worry his loving family, he keeps most of his pain hidden. Anger, guilt, and grief plague him every day and the former seminarian student has lost his faith.

Maura, a former Comanche slave who was sold to fur traders, escapes and hides in the Terranova’s house while they’re away at a wedding for several days. She’s rarely ever been treated with love or compassion, but she dreams of finding it. Terrified that they will find her, she decides to remain there as long as she can, hoping that her master will move on and leave her behind.

When Nick’s family returns and discover that someone has been in the house, they begin a search and discover Maura. Nick “captures” Maura and she now considers him her new master. Even as he tries to convince her that she’s now free, Nick is drawn to her gentleness and the peace she brings him. Nick makes Maura feel safe and needed; things she’s never experienced. Love blossoms between them, but when obstacles arise, their faith is tested in ways they never imagined. Do they have the strength to ride them out or will they succumb to despair and disappointment?

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Chapter One

Running through the forest, she ignored the tree branches that slashed at her arms and the sharp stones that cut her bare feet. The moonlight helped her see where she was going, but she had no idea where to go. She was tired and hungry and lost. She was also terrified. The trees ended and she almost ran into a barbed wire fence. Avoiding it at the last moment, she turned to her left and followed it until it ended.
Where there was fence there were barns, and where there were barns there were people. Good people. She didn’t know what they were after all this time, not in any real sense. Vague images and scenes played through her mind every day, but they weren’t real. Still, she’d hoped that one day she’d see kind people again.
The fence seemed endless, but fear drove her onward over the rough ground. It evened out as she encountered a lawn and saw a house. Racing across it, she was dismayed to discover that it was dark and looked deserted. The huge, two-story, red brick structure was daunting to her; she’d never seen a house that large.
She tripped running up the front stairs onto a wide veranda but righted herself. Pounding on the door, she looked around frantically to make sure no one was coming after her. No one answered the door and no lamps were lit in response to her knocking. Maybe they couldn’t hear her because the place was so big.
Running around to the back, she knocked on another door, but with the same result. There was a third door on the east side of the house and she beat on that one, too. Everything stayed quiet and dark. Desperation made her try the doorknob. To her disbelief and relief, it opened and she went inside the house, quickly shutting it behind her.
The hallway she stood in was lined with several doors. She knocked on a couple of them, but no one answered. Because there was no movement from anywhere in the house, she knew then that it was completely empty. She’d knocked loudly enough that someone would have surely heard her.
Going back to the door she’d come in, she figured out how to lock it. This was as good of a place to hide as any. She wasn’t going to risk traveling on and being caught. Tentatively, she walked through the hallway until she found herself in a big room with a lot of furniture in it. Very fine furniture.
She felt dwarfed in the room, but it didn’t get much better as she traveled through the dining room and into the kitchen. It was easy to see that the people who lived there were very rich. The marble kitchen counters gleamed in the moonlight. The silvery light glinted off an eight-plate cook stove that, although well-used, was clean.
Where there was a kitchen there was food. There were so many cupboards that she didn’t know which one to open first. Finally choosing the one directly in front of her, she found a jar of pickles and a tin of sardines. She had no idea what they would taste like, but she recognized them as food. She’d eat them no matter what.
Unscrewing the jar lid, she attacked the pickles, stuffing them in her mouth and chewing them as fast as she could. The sweet-sour taste was to her liking and she ate several of them. Then she opened up the sardines and the scent of them gave her pause. She’d eaten worse, so she ate all of them, alternating them with the pickles to help drown out their taste.
Sated for the time being, she put the pickles back, but had no idea what to do with the empty sardine tin. Looking around, she found a pail that seemed as though it was used for trash collection. She put the tin in the pail and yawned. Leaving the kitchen, she went back through the hallway, searching for a place to sleep.
She found a room that was really two rooms, but it looked used. In her memories, she saw a yellow house and remembered that there were several bedrooms in it. One had been unused, but she couldn’t remember what it was called. She’d look for a room like that. At the back of the hallway, she found a staircase and went up it, hoping that she might meet someone. Gaining the second floor, she found no one as she knocked on doors and opened them.
The first two rooms were used, but the third room was a bathroom with a large tub, wash basin, and commode. Using the house in her memory as a reference, she remembered what one was for. Knowing that she needed to wash up, she decided to do that first thing in the morning—if no one came home that night.
The next room was devoid of belongings in the closet or lying around on the dresser or bureau. Not wanting to get the pretty floral comforter dirty, she curled up on a corner of the nice rug. Feeling relatively safe, she dropped off into a fitful sleep.

*****

 

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Coming Soon! Montana Orphan: Echo Canyon Brides #8

Montana Orphan: echo canyon book 8 by Linda BrideyI am excited to announce that book 8 in my Echo Canyon Brides series is now in the editing phase and will be available soon :)

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Mail Order Bride: Montana Christmas (Echo Canyon Brides: Book 7)

MONTANA CHRISTMASI am excited to announce that book 7 in my Echo Canyon Brides series is now available at the links below on Amazon. Happy reading.

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Womanizing, hard drinking Sal Terranova is given an ultimatum by his parents to either change his carousing ways or get out. Furious at first, Sal packs his things, ready to go it on his own. However, his brother, Gino, changes his mind when he challenges Sal to a bet to see who can get married first. Sal accepts and begins his search for the future Mrs. Terranova.

Lulu Johansson has spent six months writing men in the hopes of becoming a mail-order bride since she can’t find a man in New York. She comes to the conclusion that she is boring and plain and, finally fed up, she takes action to become a new woman. As she begins to blossom, she begins writing to Sal, thinking that he sounds dashing and exciting.

A strong attraction begins as soon as they meet and they embark on a romance that they hope will culminate in a perfect marriage. When the road to happiness becomes rocky, they grow painfully disconnected and it looks like the rough road may lead to darkness. Can the joy of the holiday season bring them back into the light or is their romance doomed?

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Chapter One

He was irritated when someone’s groaning woke him. Then he realized that he was the one groaning, which amused him a little. His head felt like someone was repeatedly pounding on it with a brick. Taking a few moments to get his bearings, Sal Terranova put a hand to his temple, massaging it in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain of his tremendous headache.
The room he was lying in was unfamiliar, but he recognized it as a bedroom. Looking around, he saw that he lie in a bed with a warm, feminine body lying next to him. The faint light coming in the window told him that it was almost daylight and he groaned again. Gazing at the woman through barely open eyes, he tried to remember who she was but couldn’t.
It didn’t really matter since he’d never see her again. Slowly, he sat up in bed, which intensified the throbbing in his head. Sal waited until it eased some and then stood up. He found his clothing and put it on quietly so he didn’t disturb the woman. Leaving the bedroom, he located the washroom and splashed cold water on his face, but it didn’t help much. Coffee. He needed coffee.
His coat was on the sofa in the parlor, but he didn’t remember coming home with the woman. Nothing unusual there, he thought. He put his coat on and went out into the pre-dawn of an early October morning. Where was his horse? Oh, at the stable downtown. That’s right. He recognized the street he was on now and began walking to the main thoroughfare in Helena, Montana. From there, he would walk another two blocks to get to the stable.
His head still hurt, but deeply inhaling the chilly air helped to clear the fuzziness from his brain somewhat. Coming to the main street, he turned left and went into the Blue Star diner, one of his regular haunts whenever he came to Helena on business.
Sitting at the counter, he waited while his favorite waitress, Brit Horner, served someone else. The middle-aged woman saw him and smiled.
“Well, there’s trouble if I ever saw it,” she said.
“Buongiorno, Brit. Come stai?” he asked.
She laughed. “You know I never understand it when you talk to me in Italian, but whatever it is sounds good. No wonder no woman can refuse you. If I were younger, you’d never get rid of me.”
Sal’s cocky grin was full of mischief. “I said good morning and asked how you were. And I’m not opposed to experienced, beautiful women such as yourself.”
“Maybe, but my husband would be opposed,” she said.
“Well, if you don’t tell, neither will I.”
“One of these days someone will plant you in the ground for that,” Brit warned him.
“Don’t worry; I’m dumb, but I’m not stupid. I don’t mess with married women.”
“Good to hear. What’ll it be, honey?” she asked.
“The usual.”
She gave him a disapproving look. “Uh oh. Sounds like someone had a wild night.”
“So wild I don’t remember it,” he said seriously. “I’m gonna kill Turner for slipping me more of that mountain moonshine he makes.”
Brit brushed blonde hair out of her eyes. “You should stay away from him then. One of these days that stuff is gonna kill you, and you’re too young and handsome for that to happen.” She patted his cheek. “I’ll put your order in.”
Sal smiled as she moved away and looked around at the other patrons of the popular diner. The tables, chairs, booths, and counter were worn and scarred, but everything was clean and orderly. Nice floral curtains hung on the windows and a few pretty paintings hung here and there. The wooden floors sagged a little in places when walked on and the finish on them had been worn away where people walked the most.
The place might be a little run down, but the excellent food and reasonable prices kept people coming back. Not to mention the fun, attentive waitresses.
It wasn’t long until Brit came back with his coffee, one egg, and two pieces of toast. He ate slowly, giving his stomach time to settle down and his head to stop hurting. As he ate, his blue eyes watched Brit serve customers as he thought about all the heck he was going to catch from his parents when he got home to Echo Canyon.
He was supposed to have been home from his business trip two days ago, but he’d stayed to have a little fun. He’d won money at poker, drank himself into oblivion, and had had the pleasure of female companionship—a good time indeed. Now it was time to go home and face the music before they sent his older brother, Nick, looking for him.
Finished with his breakfast, he paid his bill, gave Brit a nice tip, and headed for the stable. Although he dressed in jeans, a thick denim coat, and a white cowboy hat, there was no denying his Italian heritage. His black hair, blue eyes, strait, aquiline nose, and full, sensual mouth denoted his ethnicity. Sal’s quick temper was offset by his great sense of humor, generosity, and willingness to help others.
His business acumen was impeccable and he knew how to get the most out of a deal. As a result his father, Alfredo, usually sent him to Helena once a month to meet with some of their clients who didn’t want to travel to the little, out-of-the-way town of Echo. He’d begun helping to broker deals at the tender age of seventeen and now at only twenty-four, he was well known in Montana’s ranching business community.
Collecting his fine bay Quarter Horse, Roman, from the stable, he mounted and rode down the street to the road out of Helena that led home, waving to people he knew along the way. Brit had asked him one time why he didn’t just move to Helena. He’d considered it a couple of years ago, but the truth was that he’d miss his family too much, even though they were always at him about his wayward behavior.
“Roman, we’ll just go slow for a while just to make sure that I don’t lose my breakfast, ok?” he said, patting the gelding’s neck.
Roman whickered softly, making Sal smile. Looking up at the sky, he saw some clouds moving in and hoped that he’d be able to outrun any rain that might fall. Tapping his heels to the horse’s sides, he put Roman into a trot despite his earlier statement.

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Sal had purposely timed his arrival home to be in the middle of the night so that he could avoid dealing with his parents right away. He wanted to get some sleep first since he’d rode so hard to make up a little time. Putting Roman away, he gave him some extra feed as a treat and went up to the sprawling, red brick mansion. It was a beautiful building with a second floor balcony and white wooden shutters.
He didn’t go in by way of the front door, instead choosing a side entrance that was close to his two-room suite. As he neared his suite, he thought he heard snoring from inside it. Stopping at the door, he heard it again and recognized it as his father’s snore. What was his father doing in his suite? There was only one way to find out.
Sal entered the suite, sitting his bedroll and saddlebags by the door. He lit a lamp and looked down at the man in his bed. He shook Alfredo’s shoulder.
“Pop, wake up.”
Alfredo started and rolled over to face his youngest son. “Well, he lives, praise God. I almost sent Nicky for you, but your mother said not to. Guess she was right. Where have you been, as if I don’t know?”
Sal said, “Business ran over a little, that’s all. I’m home now. Why are you in here? Did Mama kick you out?”
Alfredo couldn’t help returning Sal’s smile. That was part of Sal’s charm; it was hard to stay mad at him. “No, no. I just wanted to be here when you got home because Sylvia and I want to talk to you.”
“Ok. We’ll talk at breakfast,” Sal said.
“No, right now,” his father returned.
Sal’s black eyebrows drew down. “Now? It’s the middle of the night, Pop. Can’t it wait until breakfast? I’m exhausted.”
“This isn’t a request, Salvatore. Now come with me,” Alfredo said, getting out of bed. He put his robe on and belted it over his ample torso.
Knowing that he might as well get the reprimands out of the way, Sal followed his father up the back staircase and down the hallway to his parents’ suite. Going inside, Sal sat down in one of the wingback chairs in their sitting area while Alfredo lit a lamp and then went into their bedroom.
Alfredo sat on the bed, leaned over, and kissed his wife’s cheek. “Syl, the prodigal son has returned,” he said in Italian.
Sylvia sighed and sat up. “Finally. Let’s get it over with.”
“It has to be done,” Alfredo said.
“I know.” She rose from the bed and preceded her husband out of the bedroom.
Sal rose from his chair. “Mama, you look more beautiful than ever.”
Normally Sylvia would have smiled at his charming statement, but she was too angry with him at the moment. “Sit down, Sal,” she said, avoiding him when he tried to kiss her cheek.
Clearly confused, Sal backed off and returned to his chair. Something serious had happened. “What’s wrong? Is there an emergency?”
Alfredo nodded. “You might say that. You’re the emergency.”
“Huh?”
Sylvia said, “We’ve warned you time and time again what would happen if you didn’t change your ways, Sal. Mr. Brentwood stopped in while you were away and said that he saw you out last month with a woman he knows is married and that it was clear that it was much more than friendly. He knows her husband. He didn’t say anything to the man, thank God, but he said that he was having second thoughts about staying in business with us if that was the kind of son we’d raised.”
“What? I never see married women, Mama. That’d be stupid. I don’t wanna get involved in anything like that. Who is this woman?”
“Felicia Garrison. Blonde, petite, dark eyes?”
Sal remembered the woman. “She never mentioned that she was married, Mama. She lied to me. I asked her if she was seeing anyone and she said no. She wasn’t wearing a ring, either. So you can’t put the blame on me.”
Alfredo said, “It doesn’t matter now. The damage is done. We can’t afford to lose Brentwood and you know it. He’s one of our biggest buyers. We’re starting to make real profits again and losing his business would be a major setback.”
The ramifications of this weren’t lost on Sal. “I know that. I’ll talk to him, tell him it was a mistake. She was drunk and I saw her home and that was it. He’s not gonna ask her and he’s not gonna say anything to his pal, either.”
“That’s a lot of lying, Sal. You have to stop that, too. If you go telling him that and it comes back that you’re lying, he’ll drop us for sure. Earnest is just waiting to snap up Brentwood. Do you want that to happen?”
“Of course not. I’ll take care of it,” Sal said.
“No!” Sylvia said. “You won’t talk to him. You’re going to reform first; show him, and everyone else, that you’ve become a decent man. You’re twenty-four now. It’s time to be settling down and acting like a respectable man. We’re not going to let you bring down our business and ruin this family’s reputation with your carousing, gambling, and drinking.”
“Hey! I’m decent, Mama,” Sal protested. “I’m not out killin’ people or anything like that. What I do in my private time is no one’s business.”
Alfredo said, “Sally, you’re a very intelligent young man, who’s got a gift, lots of gifts, in fact, so I know that you have to understand how your actions can hurt our family and our business. So it’s gotta stop! No more excuses, no more lies, no more sleeping with whores and married women.”
“I’m a grown man, Pop. You can’t tell me what to do.”
Sylvia said, “If you’re a grown man, start acting like it. Sal, I love you so much, but you think you can still act like you did when you were eighteen. You need to grow up. Really grow up.”
“So what do you want me to do? Work, go to church, and go insane from boredom?”
Sylvia said, “No. The only Catholic church close enough is in Billings. No, you’re going to get married, settle down, have some children, and help us keep our business going. That’s what you’re going to do.”
Sal stared into his mother’s dark eyes and then laughed. “Get married? No, I’m not. I’m not ready for that. I’ll cut down on the drinkin’ and all that, ok?”
“No. You’ve promised that before, but you haven’t kept that promise. You’re getting married or you can forfeit your inheritance and you’ll have to leave,” Sylvia said. She wept inside, but it was for Sal’s own good that she and Alfredo were doing this—and for the welfare of their family.
Sal was utterly stunned, but he knew his parents, and from the expressions on their faces, they were dead serious. “You mean you’re gonna cheat me out of what’s rightfully mine, what I helped rebuild if I don’t get married?”
“Let me remind you, Sal, that it was ours to begin with, so the inheritances aren’t yours until we’re gone,” Alfredo said. “There’s no cheating you out of anything.”
Sal conceded that point. “Fine, but I helped make a lot of the deals in the past five years, so don’t I deserve anything for that? If you’re gonna kick me out, you can give me my share of the profits and I’ll go. I’m not gonna be strong-armed into getting married!”
He strode from the room, encountering his brother, Gino, who was only a couple of years older than him.
“What’s all the yelling about?” Gino asked.
“Ask them,” Sal said, going down the backstairs and into his suite. He went to his closet, took out a couple of suitcases, and put them on the bed.
Gino had followed him. “You’re leaving? You just got home. Now where are you going?”
“I don’t know yet. They gave me a choice; get married or get out. Guess which I picked.”
Gino’s blue eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
Sal glanced at him. “Brentwood.”
“Oh.” His tone of voice told Sal that he knew what had happened. “Hey, they’ll calm down. You don’t have to leave.”
“No, they won’t calm down. Not this time.”
“Ok, so you get married. What’s wrong with that?”
Sal fixed him with a hard stare. “Do you wanna get married, Gino?”
“Yeah, but there’s no one around here except the prostitutes from the Burgundy House and I’m not marrying any of them. Mama would have a heart attack,” Gino said. “Besides, who knows what they might have. No offense to them or anything.”
Sal stopped packing. “You’re ready to get married? You’re not much better than me.”
“I’m nowhere near your level of depravity, Sally. C’mon, don’t leave. Who’s gonna gang up on Nick with me?” Gino asked, smiling.
“Vanna.”
They looked at each other and laughed at the idea of their little eighteen-year-old sister, Giavanna, ganging up on anyone. She might start out angry, but five words into an argument her temper cooled and she couldn’t stay angry. Especially not with her brothers.
“So what do you want me to do?” Sal asked.
Gino was known for his quick thinking under pressure. “If you get married, I’ll get married, too. In fact, I’ll bet you that I get married before you do.”
Sal put his hands on his hips. “You’re making a bet with me that you can get married before I can?”
“Yeah. I mean, I’m better looking, smarter, and I know how to treat a lady right.”
“I know exactly how to treat a lady,” Sal said with a grin.
“You just made my point. I said a lady, not the sort of women you normally deal with, Sal,” Gino said.
“Now you sound like them. The sort of lady you’re talking about doesn’t do the things I normally like to do with a lady,” Sal said.
Gino shook his head. “There are other things to do with women than that. Would you want some guy treating Vanna like that?”
“Any guy touches Vanna and I’ll kill him,” Sal said.
“But it’s ok for you to do it to other women? Listen to yourself,” Gino said.
“Hey! I don’t sleep with virgins and I don’t make any promises, either. The women I’m with know that ahead of time. Some like it, some don’t, and those that don’t go on their way and there are no hard feelings,” Sal said.
“Maybe on your part. Did you ever stop to think about their feelings?” Gino asked.
“Why are you picking this fight with me? It’s the middle of the night, I just got kicked out, and now this!” Sal said, starting to pack again.
Gino stopped him. “Ok, ok. I’ll let that alone for now. Are we gonna make this bet or not?”
“Just wait a second. If either of us backs out once we make the bet, we have to pay the other a thousand bucks,” Sal said. “There’s only one problem.”
“What’s that?”
“There aren’t any women around here, remember?” Sal rubbed a hand over his face and sat down on his bed. “I’m so tired.”
A smile spread over Gino’s handsome features. “We’ll do what some of the other guys around here have done. We’ll advertise for mail-order brides.”
Sal saw the potential in that and smiled. “Great idea. Then I can advertise for the kind of woman I want. Like a custom order.”
Gino laughed. “You mean as long as she’s Italian and Catholic, right?”
A mutinous expression settled on Sal’s face. “No. I get to choose. Not you, not them, not no one. If I’m getting married, I’ll damn well choose the woman I get married to. I’m not having someone else pick her out for me. It’s either that or I will leave.”
Gino said, “Ok. You work that out with them. We’ll put the ads in the paper tomorrow and the race will be on.” He held out his hand to Sal.
Neither of the brothers could resist a bet and the light of battle showed in their eyes as they stared at each other. Sal shook Gino’s hand and swore that he heard a death knell somewhere as he did. The deal done, Gino went to bed, leaving Sal sitting on his bed with the suitcases. Too tired to bother putting them away, he shoved them onto the floor, blew out his lamp, and flopped back onto the bed, dropping off in less than a minute.

 

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Mail Order Bride: Montana Hearts (Echo Canyon Brides: Book 6)

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After a failed relationship with Pastor Andi Thatcher, Cheyenne brave, Wild Wind, is ready again to search for a bride and takes out an advertisement for a mail-order bride. When he only receives letters from women who expect him to convert to their Christian faith, he becomes discouraged. He refuses to renounce his faith, but knows in doing so that he may be unable to ever find a woman who can accept him.

Roxie Ryder became attracted to Wild Wind from the first moment she met him, but she’s never had the courage to let him know—that is until she finds out that he’s advertised for a bride. Roxie decides it’s time to make her feelings known and does just that.

Wild Wind is caught completely off guard by her revelation, but quickly realizes that the right woman for him has been under his nose ever since he arrived in Echo. Romance ensues for them, but outside influences threaten to drive them apart for good.

Mystery man, Arliss Jackson, begins searching for clues about his past even as danger lurks and he finds out some startling information about himself. Who is he? Why are people trying to kill him? He and a couple of friends embark on a mission to find the answers to these questions. He can’t move forward and grasp the happy future he wants until he does.

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Mail Order Bride: Montana Fire (Echo Canyon Brides: Book 5)

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Famous bounty hunter, Thad McIntyre, finds himself an instant father to three kids after their mother is murdered. His job requires him to be away much of the time. It’s clear to him that he needs a wife to take care of them and run the household while he’s gone. So begins his search for the perfect woman to fill that role.

At first he only looks for a wife for his children’s sakes, but once he meets Jessie Alderman and her two daughters, it doesn’t take long for him to become attached to all of them. He never thought he’d meet such three wonderful women.

Jessie and her daughters are forced to sell their Kentucky farm after losing her husband two years prior. Time isn’t on their side and it’s imperative that Jessie finds a husband to gain financial security and a stable home. Thad is the most suitable choice out of the possible men she’s considered, so she takes a chance on the tough bounty hunter with a rough charm.

Neither of them had expected the instant attraction they feel for each other and it doesn’t take long for romance to blossom between them. Thad is everything Jessie could ever want in a man; handsome, responsible, funny, and caring. He’s kind to her daughters and supportive of her.

Thad is thrilled to find a beautiful, good-natured, yet tough woman with a good heart with whom to share his life. The fire that flares between them is consuming and their happiness burns bright until their world is shaken by terrible events that threaten to dampen the flames and leave them in bleak darkness. Will they be able to move past it all and regain their bright future or is their life doomed to lay in ashes in the aftermath?

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Mail Order Bride: Montana Luck (Echo Canyon Brides: Book 4)

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Lucky Quinn still fights the heartache inside over the loss of his wife, Avasa, to another man. However, his son, Otto, needs a mother and Lucky is a firm believer in a child having two parents if at all possible. He places a mail-order-bride advertisement, but his heart just isn’t in the search. Then after a suggestion from his friend, Win, Lucky begins looking at it from a practical angle; look for a mother for Otto and a woman with a skill that Echo needs. If he can do that, it’ll be a winning situation for everyone.

Leah Carter is a cobbler by trade and desires a husband and family, but can she find a man willing to marry a deaf woman? When she receives Lucky’s first letter, she’s certain that she’d found just such a man. His story touches her heart and she can hardly believe that he’s accepting of both her profession and her deafness.

When the two meet, their respect and attraction for one another begins to grow and neither can believe how lucky they are to have found each other. As they begin to plan their future together, unexpected events interfere and threaten their happiness. Will good fortune keep smiling on them or will their luck run out and destroy their dreams?

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A note to my faithful readers…

My Dearest Friends,

I had initially intended to write beyond Book #23 in the Westward Series, but as I wrote Westward Horizons, something in my heart kept telling me that it was time for the series to end. Black Fox has become such a central part of the series, one of the many unintentional things that have happened throughout these books, and I simply felt that his very special story was the perfect book with which to finish the series.
Writing the Westward books has been one the greatest joys I’ve ever experienced. The characters became real for me; I heard their voices in my head, urging me on or leading me in directions I never thought they would. I always say that I have this creative door in my head that characters knock on. I never know who is going to come through it and that’s a good thing. They come in, sit down, and introduce themselves to me. Some of the most beloved characters in these stories have come to me that way. They’ve become my dear friends, but so have all of you.
You’ve been there from the beginning, sharing their joys, triumphs, grief, and life-changing events. You’ve witnessed births, deaths, heartache, humor, and romance right along with me. Because of all of this, these aren’t just my books, they’re our books. We’ve shed tears of joy and sorrow as we turned the pages together and we’ve formed a bond that goes beyond readers and writer. You’ve become my friends just as have all of the characters we’ve come to know and love. It is my love for them that demands that I do them all justice and end the series in a very fitting and loving way. And because you love them as much as I do, I know you’ll understand.
There are no words powerful enough to convey how much all of your support, love, and kindness has meant to me as we’ve gone on this journey together. But the journey isn’t ending. There are other places we must go together, other characters to meet and come to love, and other adventures we must share. Just as with the Westward series, the folks of Echo Canyon have their own unique stories to tell, as does Echo itself. So even though this particular journey is ending, I invite you to come on the next one with me and the next one after that and the next …

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Mail Order Bride: Westward horizons (Montana Mail Order Brides: Book 23)

Westward sunset 23 by Linda BrideyFor all of you who have been waiting for my next book (Westward Horizons: Book 23), you will be pleased to hear that it is now available at the links below.

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Two years ago, Chief Black Fox was devastated when he lost his wife, Wind Spirit, to meningitis. His heart shriveled the day she died and the grief has weighed heavily on him ever since. Worse yet, his life seems to lack purpose and he spends many of his days alone and bored. For a proud Lakota chief, such a life is the kiss of death. From out of nowhere, three orphans enter his life and change it in a way he never imagined. He also never thought he’d meet anyone like Beth Langley.

The orphanage in Wolf Point, the Thayer House, is low on money, time, and resources. Things need to be fixed, there are more children than they have room or money to take care of properly. Beth Langley, the administrator, begs and borrows from wherever she can, even using her own meager pay to care for the kids as best she and her small staff can. When three kids she placed with a couple a few months prior go missing, she’s beside herself with worry.

Upon first meeting Black Fox, Beth is mesmerized by the tall, exotic chief, but he doesn’t have a clue—that is until his close friend Joe tips him off. Neither can deny what the Lakota call “two souls brushing” and, united by a common cause and drawn closer by their unlikely attraction, they begin a life of renewal and hope. But can they find their way to the horizon that promises everlasting love and happiness, or will the path there be forever darkened by anger and pride?

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Mail Order Bride: Montana Adventure (Echo Canyon Brides: Book 3)

Montana Adventure by Linda BrideyFor all of you who have been waiting for my next book (Montana Adventure: Book 3), you will be pleased to hear that it is now available at the links below.

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Billy Two Moons is an Indian raised in Echo Canyon, Montana, a largely white society. Everyone likes the gregarious young man, but no one wants their daughters to marry an Indian. Seeing two of his closest friends find love with mail-order brides, Billy decides to find his own mail-order bride. He thinks Callie Carlisle is that woman and is excited about her arrival. Then his friend, Lucky Quinn, asks him to accompany him on a quest to the Cheyenne reservation in Oklahoma to retrieve his Cheyenne wife and child. Knowing how important this is to Lucky, Billy agrees to go, trusting his other friends to explain his absence to Callie.

Nina is a white woman raised in Indian society after being captured as a child by the Kiowa. At a teenager, she was traded to a Cheyenne man who married and mistreated her. After the death of her husband, she overhears about the meeting with Lucky, she follows the party and begs Lucky and Billy to take her with them to escape the ridicule and anger aimed at her every day. They grant her request and she accompanies them.

The trip back to Echo becomes a bizarre adventure with unexpected turns that cause Billy and Nina to become married. Initially, Billy is angry over the situation and feels guilty about letting Callie down. However, he can’t fight his growing attraction to his beautiful, young wife, and the two fall in love. Once back in Echo, they face racism and heartbreaking events that threaten their love that burns bright. Can they work together to overcome the adversity they face or is their newfound happiness doomed to burn and die?

 

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Mail Order Bride: Westward Sight (Montana Mail Order Brides: Book 22)

Westward sight book 22 by Linda BrideyFor all of you who have been waiting for my next book (Westward Sight: Book 22), you will be pleased to hear that it is now available at the links below.

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Frankie Scorrano has dreamt of being a teacher, but once she finishes college, she’s unable to find work or a man she wants to marry. She takes a chance and answers a mail-order bride advertisement from a young photographer from Dawson, Montana. Their letters make her half fall in love with him and when he asks her to come to Dawson, Frankie jumps at the chance, especially because Dawson is in need of another teacher. It seems like a perfect fit for her.

D.J. Samuels is a single father to a son that he had out of wedlock. With Sawyer’s mother dying in childbirth, D.J. not only wants a wife, but a mother for Sawyer. He’s captivated by Frankie’s letters and by the woman herself when they meet. She’s everything he could ever want in a woman.

Their relationship quickly turns passionate and their feelings for each other blossom into love. However, a terrible illness strikes, leaving behind complications. Can their love survive bitterness and rage or will it succumb to heartbreak and despair?

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