Published July 18th, 2013
Description:
After a disastrous
marriage, Matchmaker Maggie vowed never to marry again. She will never
give another man the power of life and death over her body and soul.
Unfortunately, that doesn't keep her lonely heart from fantasizing about
her newest client, Caleb Black. She made the mistake of starting a
flirtatious correspondence with the clever devil, believing they would
never meet. But when his new bride abandons her mid-way to Colorado to
elope with another man, Maggie is forced to face the devastatingly
handsome Caleb and explain. Now she'll have to stay long enough to make
things right and find him a new wife. But Maggie better hang on to her
vow with both hands, because Caleb has other plans for the fiery
matchmaker...and a very seductive kiss.
“What do you mean, you quit? Mr. Sinclair, you just can’t quit.” Margaret “Maggie” Selby put her pen down on
the desk. She would not raise her
voice. She would not lose control.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Selby, but I got no
choice. There’s an opening at the
sanitarium in Albany and my Mary, she needs to go right now. The doctors there might be able to help
her. We leave on the morning train.”
Maggie took a deep breath and
nodded. She understood. She really did, but it didn’t change the fact
that she was now in a difficult situation.
“Of course, you must go. I know
how poor Mary’s health is and any help that can be obtained for her, must be.”
“I wish I could give you some notice,
but we just received the letter in yesterday’s post.”
“It’s fine, Mr. Sinclair. I’ll manage.”
He handed her an envelope. “Here are the train tickets.”
“Yes, well, I’ve wanted to see the
frontier I’ve been sending my these girls to.
I’m simply going to see it sooner than I anticipated.”
“I’m truly sorry, Mrs. Selby.”
Maggie got up, came around the desk and
held her hand out to him. “You just take
care of Mary. That’s your job now.”
He shook her hand, nodded. Mr. Sinclair put on his hat and wiped his
brow with his kerchief before venturing back out into the already hot and sunny
morning.
She went to her desk, grabbed Caleb
Black’s file, put the closed sign on the door and then went upstairs to her
apartment to pack. Her bride, Jenny
Talbot would be by in an hour or so to pick up her tickets. Maggie would tell her then that she’d be
accompanying her, not Mr. Sinclair. It
was just as well. Jenny was nervous as a
kitten and Maggie worried about the union, but both Mr. Black and Jenny had
been adamant that it take place. If
truth be told, Maggie herself was a better match for Mr. Black than Jenny. But she was here to find matches for others,
not for herself.
Jenny’s reasoning she understood. Jenny was the oldest of the seven Talbot
children. At twenty-two years old, felt
she was a burden on her parents even though she worked and helped out with the
bills. She hated her job and wanted to
get married. Her chances were growing
slim. Most men of marriageable age were
either already married, old or widowers with hellions for children.
Jenny was a tall, slim girl with pale
blue eyes and dark blond hair. Her lips
were full, her nose long and straight.
Just a plain young woman from a struggling family who wanted a better
life. One that the wild frontier might
be able to offer.
Mr. Black’s reasoning was less clear. He was successful and wanted children. Maggie had presented him with several other
possible candidates, some more attractive, some younger, some older, all of
whom he’d rejected. The reasons he gave
were weak. Brown hair. Too short.
Too fat. Too thin. Too young.
Too old. There seemed to be a
reason for rejecting every one she sent him.
Finally, he’d settled on Jenny with the
proviso that Maggie herself accompanied the girl. She’d agreed, but stated only that Jenny
would be accompanied. With her full
intention having been to send Mr. Sinclair in her place. Maggie’s time was much more well spent here
in New York. Finding clients, assigning
candidates that is where her mind, body and commitment lay. Yes, running her business is where she belonged
more than on a trip to the wild West.
She didn’t feel bad about her decision.
Really she didn’t, she told herself over and over. But she was lying. If she were honest, deep down she was afraid
to meet Mr. Black. Afraid her image of
him would be wrong, but even more afraid it would be right and he really was
the man he depicted in his letters.
She shouldn’t have allowed it, the
private correspondence, but it had been innocent enough. In the beginning. A simple flirtation with someone she’d never
meet. But now, the thought of actually
meeting him terrified and thrilled her at the same time. Now she had to
go. Maggie released a rather breathless
sigh. She blinked repeatedly against the
harsh sunlight. So Mr. Black was getting
what he’d asked for after all. Much to
her dismay.
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8 comments:
Thank you for hosting me today. I appreciate it.
Thanks for sharing!
Not yet
I have yet to read any, but need to! :)
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Thanks for sharing and for the giveaway. This book sounds great. evamillien at gmail dot com
I havent yet but shes on my wishlist.
Haven't yet but I loved the post so definitely adding Fiery Bride to my TBR
not yet.. :/
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