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SEVEN SWANS BRIDE

SEVEN SWANS BRIDE - part of the Twelve Brides of Christmas
Available in print and e-book formats at The Wild Rose Press, Amazon, and many other on-line book stores. 

Will Seven Swans have its Christmas bride or will fate poach the festivities?

Family comes first for Abigail Whitlock. She’ll do anything to make it home to Seven Swans in time for Christmas and to attend her sister’s wedding - even if it means braving unforgiving mountainous terrain, fickle winter weather, and a captivating escort who threatens to steal her heart.

Country and duty come before all else for Major Evander Holt. He’s scheduled to arrive at his new assignment by year’s end, but a rockslide, a wily politician, and a headstrong, impetuous lady put his travel plans on hold. He doesn't need to come to her rescue, and he certainly doesn't need to fall in love with her. But there's something about Abigail he can't resist...even if it means risking his career.

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“Miss Whitlock, you shouldn’t be out here. I suggest you return to your railcar.”

She tilted her head back. The softness cradling the Major’s mouth belied his firm tone. Even his piercing gaze held a temperate gleam, a marked contrast to the sharp planes and angles of his face.

He was a most captivating man. The crisp uniform added an aura of strength and protectiveness. Any lady on the hunt for a husband might find him the perfect quarry. But she wasn’t in the market for a husband. She first had to see her sister walk down the aisle - then she might consider marriage. It would take a special man to convince her to give up her freedom. 

She squinted against the sunlight framing his head in a bright halo. “Why should I go back? What has happened?”

“There was substantial rockslide up ahead. Bits and dribbles are still falling. It isn’t safe.”

A rockslide? She craned her neck to peer around him. Thomas stood with a group of men about fifty yards past the smoke-belching engine. Just beyond the men, a large mound of boulders and soil and uprooted saplings covered the railroad tracks. Her heart fell. Their train was not going anywhere any time soon.

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