Author : Lena Goldfinch
Release : 2018-06-03
Genre : Fiction
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Sweet Briar Rose - read free eBook in online reader or directly download on the web page. Select files or add your book in reader. Download and read online ebook Sweet Briar Rose write by Lena Goldfinch. This book was released on 2018-06-03. Sweet Briar Rose available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. "With unexpectedly fresh characters and twists, the imagination is kept on its toes, even while feeling entirely comfortable with the familiarity of the mail-order bride storyline... A great curl-up-on-a-cold-night read, so go grab a copy for yourself!" (USA TODAY on The Unexpected Bride) A delightful historical western romance from the author of The Unexpected Bride. Rose answers a matrimonial advertisement never expecting to fall in love... COLORADO 1880 Rose was once a barefoot dreamer, carving whimsical creatures from the driftwood she found on the beach. However, after the death of her father, Rose finds herself cut adrift. So she answers an advertisement to become the bride of a blacksmith in Sweet Briar, Colorado, bravely leaving behind the coast of Maine and her beloved sandy beaches. Living in the shadow of the Rockies, Emmett Southerland is a bit of a hopeless romantic. He's been eagerly awaiting the arrival of the dark-haired beauty in the photograph he keeps over his heart. However, soon he and Rose find themselves snowed-in during the worst storm Colorado has seen in twenty-five years. This sweet mail-order bride romance loosely reimagines the classic tale of Sleeping Beauty, complete with a satisfying happily-ever-after. A short Christmas novel of approximately 42,000 words. Historical Western Romance Contains no graphic content or swearing. EXCERPT It was eerily quiet now in Emmett's kitchen alone, with just the snapping of the fire. Rose strained to hear the sounds of Emmett and his burly dog, Boston, as they left to go downstairs and outside through the front entrance of Emmett's shop. She heard the creak of the door to the stairwell opening and closing again, and the sounds of them climbing down the stairs. And then nothing. She pictured Emmett lacing his boots and putting on his coat. She pictured Boston too, standing beside him, the long brown plume of his tail swaying, awaiting his own morning ritual. It was impossible to sit still, simply waiting, a sense of foreboding gathering around her. If anything happened to them, she'd well and truly be alone. And then she heard it, the crash of a thousand pounds falling. She didn't know what it was, but she leapt to her feet and scrambled down the stairs after them. On the final step, she stopped. Emmett and Boston stood before the open door. Snow had spilled in around their feet. Thin swirls drifted across the floor and settled. More snow was piled high in the doorway, all the way to the top. Not only snow, a wall of ice. "What happened?" She stood on the last stair, gripping the handrail. Emmett turned his head toward her, as if startled by her voice. He brushed snow from his coat and quickly shut the door against the cold. His leather hat lay on the floor at his feet. It too was covered in snow. "What happened?" she repeated, frightened by the look on his face. His expression was grim. Had he been hurt? She tucked her robe more tightly about her. It felt too thin, not nearly enough to keep her warm. Her teeth began to chatter. "A sheet of ice. Up on the roof. It must have formed overnight. All that icy snow... I just opened the door and it broke free." He said it so matter-of-factly. Despite his grim expression, it didn't seem as if he was nearly as concerned as he should have been. "And it fell in the doorway?" she pressed. At his calm nod, she blurted out, "You could have been crushed--you and Boston." Did he not see that they could have been severely injured, that they could have died? She swallowed and asked, "Are you hurt?" "No, I'm not hurt. And thankfully, Boston didn't push out ahead of me like he usually does." For one brief instant, a sickly expression crossed Emmett's face. He did realize they could have been crushed. That Boston might've been killed if he'd rushed out the door first. Emmett reached down to ruffle the dog's neck fur. Boston simply sat there with his eyes on the door, perhaps waiting for his master to open it again, not understanding they were quite literally snowed in. *** "I love a good mail-order bride story, and this one delivered!" (HEIDI READS) "Sleeping Beauty with a western twist." (CARISSA'S BOOKSHELF)