The Christmas Bride by Sylvia McDaniel
Book 4, Burnett Brides Series
Western Romance Novella
Eugenia
Burnett has gotten what she wants. Her three sons are married and she has three
grandchildren, with the fourth on the way. But she hasn’t given up her
matchmaking ways. Now she’s moved on to the people she knows and she’s matching
widows and widowers together. Until one widower, Wyatt Jones let’s her know in
front of a crowded restaurant that he’s not interested in any of the women she
keeps sending him except her. Sworn never to remarry, she doesn’t need a
husband or want one. She’s a free spirit doing what she pleases and no one is
going to boss her around. But Wyatt wants Eugenia and she says no.
In this western historical romance novella, come back to the old west and spend Christmas with the Burnett family. See Eugenia meet her match in cowboy Wyatt Jones.
In this western historical romance novella, come back to the old west and spend Christmas with the Burnett family. See Eugenia meet her match in cowboy Wyatt Jones.
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Excerpt
The door to the café opened, the cold wind slamming it
against the wall. The restaurant grew quiet with the sudden entrance, and
Eugenia turned to see who was making such a racket.
Wyatt Jones stood in the doorway, his muscular frame filling
the opening. His cowboy hat sat at an angle on top of his head, and his large
brown eyes scanned the room.
In his hand, he carried a duffle bag.
Eugenia tried to ignore the big man as he strolled through
the doorway and removed his Stetson.
Their gazes locked across the room, and he smiled, his full
lips turning up in a grin that made her body soften and her heart give an extra
little ca-thunk. He spoke to the
waitress, but his gaze never wavered from Eugenia.
Uh-oh. A tingle of nerves zinged through her bones. This
couldn’t be good.
His boots made a rhythmic thump, thump, thump on the wooden
floor as he walked with a determined stride straight toward her, his bag in
hand, his spurs jingling. Nervously, she licked her lips.
Myrtle’s back faced the door, and she continued to blather
about something. But Eugenia couldn’t seem to focus on the words. All she could
see was this handsome cowboy walking her way. She couldn’t stop staring at him.
She knew he was coming for her.
She’d already sent several women his way, and she didn’t
think he was here to thank her for curing his loneliness.
Wyatt stopped at their table, touching the rim of his hat as
he glanced at Myrtle. “Morning Mrs. Sanders. Nice to see you.”
He pivoted to Eugenia, his brown eyes dancing with
merriment. Staring into those earthy eyes, a warm flush settled over her like a
blanket. He opened the bag, withdrew a casserole dish, and laid it on the
table. He took a second dish out and placed it alongside the first one, and
then another, and another.
Oh dear.
When he finished, six clean, empty casserole dishes sat in
front of her.
His mouth turned up in that slow, lazy grin that burned a
sizzle along her spine. Why did this man make her feel like she’d raced her
grandchildren around the yard and couldn’t catch her breath? Why did this man
make her more nervous than a virgin on her wedding day? Why did this man have
her wondering how his lips would feel against her own?
“Eugenia,” he said in that deep drawl that sent shivers
skittering over her. “You’ve been mighty busy, sending women out to my house.
You’ve kept me and my men well fed the last couple of weeks.”
“Glad I could help,” she said, her voice sounding breathy
and soft.
He leaned in close and put his hands on either side of her,
effectively pinning her in the chair. She felt the urge to jump up and run, but
resisted. She sat there, stared him in the eye and refused to back down. No
longer would she back down to any man. Never again.
“While I appreciate the effort, I’m not taking the bait.
There’s only one woman in this town that I’m interested in pursuing to become
my wife.” The deep timbre of his voice was low and commanding.
“And pray tell, who would that be?” she asked, knowing she
would have him hitched as soon as possible.
“You, Eugenia Burnett. You.”
About the Author
Sylvia McDaniel is a best-selling, award-winning author of
historical romance and contemporary romance novels. Known for her sweet, funny, family-oriented
romances, Sylvia is the author of The
Burnett Brides a western historical western series, The Cuvier Widows, a
Louisiana historical series, and several short contemporary romances.
Former President of the Dallas Area Romance Authors, a
member of the Romance Writers of America®, and a member of Novelists Inc, her
novel, A Hero’s Heart was a 1996 Golden Heart Finalist. Several other books
have placed or won in the San Antonio Romance Authors Contest, LERA Contest,
and she was a Golden Network Finalist.
Married for nearly twenty years to her best friend, they
have two dachshunds that are beyond spoiled and a good-looking, grown son who
thinks there’s no place like home. She loves gardening, shopping, knitting and
football (Cowboys and Bronco’s fan), but not necessarily in that order.
Currently she’s written sixteen novels and is hard at work
on number seventeen. Look for her the first Tuesday of every month at the
Plotting Princesses blogspot http://plottingprincesses.blogspot.com/.
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