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by Morgan K. Wyatt
Eileen Sewell sparks plenty of gossip by spiteful matrons and their horse-faced daughters that she’d find herself alone due to her picky ways. Of course, she didn’t believe them. Then again, she also didn’t expect to be a mail order bride either. It wasn’t easy snagging a husband who hadn’t heard about her willful nature. Eileen finally gave up hope of finding love, and decided to settle for whatever she’d find out west. If that wasn’t lowering enough, she’d just witnessed the first train robbery. Unfortunately, the outlaws saw her too. Enter Marshal Colt Sheppard, who excels at extracting information from reticent witnesses. His crooked smile and broad shoulders shouldn’t charm her. She’d played this game before, only she never had a worthy adversary. Talk about bad timings.
Eileen had stood with her friend of the hour, Constance Havens, commenting on all the men who paraded past. They lifted their heads to display their aristocratic profiles and pushed out their chests as proud as any peacock. They needed taking down a peg or two was the way Eileen saw it. Townsend came up on her, walking quiet, Indian-style. The fact he did meant he wanted to catch her doing something she ought not to be doing, which he did.
She was in the midst of ridiculing one of his friends who made the mistake of waving at her. She failed to recall her words exactly, something about never considering a redheaded man because he’d give her red-haired children. What a stupid thing to say considering she had red hair. She may have said something about he’d have to be the last man on earth before she’d contemplate him as a beau. Townsend whispered sotto voice in her ear. The words stuck with her, especially at times like now, when she realized she’d used up all her options.
“Eileen, you will run out of men who bend to fulfill your every wish. There will come a day when you’ll be the one to fetch and carry on the whims of some man who does not fancy you, but will only use you for what you can give him. Then you’ll rue this day.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Morgan as a child had to suffer through movies with clueless heroines rescued by smart men. Her mother dutifully read her stories where princesses waited for princes to jumpstart their lives. There were no proactive female role models in the media at that time, with the exception of Wonder Woman. It is for this reason, and that it is fun, Morgan writes about strong women going after what they want.
She has a blog about dating after forty on www.datingafterfortyeight.blogspot.com
Morgan pinches pennies on her blog; www. http://thefrugaldivatellsall.blogspot.com/
She also reviews book for Novelspot and blogs about writing at: www.novelspot.net
You can find Morgan at www.morgankwyatt.com
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