About the Book
Gold Rush Brides #2
By Linda Gilman
Genre: Humorous Western Historical Romance
Release Date: April 19th, 2016
Publisher: Golden Pen Publishing
Pinkerton agent, Parker Reams, is stuck in Nebraska without a horse, and he’s flat broke. Parker is prepared to stow away in a boxcar headed west to track and kill the men who murdered his brother. Out of the blue, a stranger offers Parker traveling money and free passage to South Pass City, Wyoming, that’s the very town where the gang he’s after is headed. To repay the stranger for his generosity, Parker agrees to track down the man’s fiancée and break off an unwanted engagement. Meeting with this fiancée should only take a day and be but a brief delay in his plan of revenge.
Callidora Truworthy is an independent woman with her mind set on being single. To end her father’s matchmaking, Callidora has hired an actor to pose as a horrible fiancé. The scrawny man in her tintype photo arrives on today’s stage. Based on looks alone, she’s sure her father’s going to dislike him. She has quite a shock when a rugged, sexy, six foot of strapping cowboy shows up as her fiancé. This man’s all wrong for the part of her fiancé. There’s no refund on a plan such as hers, and it’s too late to request a replacement actor. She’ll just have to coach this macho cowboy into acting more like a wimp and hope for the best.
What happens when a perfect plan gets a tangled twist? All hell breaks loose.
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Callie halted mid-sip of her wine. “What?”
“I said we can eat. Hector finally decided to show up.” Dan whistled. “And just look at him. Why, yer feller’s dressed as cocky as the king of spades.”
Since her back faced the entrance, Callie had to turn around in her chair to have a look. The minute her eyes spotted him, stunned disbelief choked off her airway. Parker slowly strutted to the table like he had all the time in the world to show off his good looks. Black trousers clung on the man’s muscled torso in a totally captivating manner, accentuating his long legs.
His shoulder-length hair was now short and slightly curling at the collar of his white shirt. She sure liked those curls. That scruff of sandpaper beard had been removed, but he’d left some short sideburns. The clean-shaven look only served to make his bronze eyes more appealing.
Callidora knew there was absolutely nothing you could do to the man to make him a dandy. Parker had rough, dangerous looks, a man to die for through and through. He gave her a dimpled smile. She quickly chugged her wine, spun back around to the table and grabbed the bottle for a refill.
A manly scent of sandalwood wrapped around her senses when he stepped beside her. Callie’s nerves were so on edge, the rim of the bottle rattled on her glass. Parker slid his hand over the top of hers and assisted her with the pouring. His touch pushed the shakes in her hand into full blown quakes which rippled through her body at breakneck speed. He took the bottle from her and placed it back on the table.
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