As a young girl, Linda was often found lying on her bed reading about fascinating characters having exciting adventures in places far away and in other time periods. In later years, she read and then started writing romances and achieved her first publication--a confession story. Married with 4 adult children and 2 granddaughters, Linda now writes heartwarming contemporary and historical stories with a touch of humor and a bit of sass from her home in the southern California mountains.
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When Ione Forrester calls off her wedding, she becomes the social pariah of Des Moines. Much to her society parents’ chagrin. To escape the gossip, Ione accepts a teaching job in Dorado, Texas, vowing to avoid scandal at all costs. Relocating from a doctor’s household with cook and maids to a room in a boarding house is quite an adjustment. Then she has to face her biggest challenge—a schoolhouse full of students.
Carpenter Morgan Shipley’s business is doing well and now he’s looking for companionship. An ad for a mail-order bride brings a deluge of letters, which prove more than he can handle. To his surprise, an intriguing woman from a big city arrives in his small Texas town. Correspondence is nothing like interacting with a flesh-and-blood woman every day. But gossip-leery Ione wants nothing to do with Morgan’s attempts at courting, which makes him try even harder.
Ione stood on a desk and stretched the straw end of the broom toward the ceiling. Because of her short stature, the gap between the broom and her intended quarry—a couple of Mexican free-tailed bats—stretched to at least a foot. She gave a little hop and a big swing of the broom then windmilled her free arm to regain her balance. “Oh no.”
Morgan ran forward down the middle aisle with his arms outstretched, hoping she’d fall in his direction. He didn’t think he was agile enough to leapfrog the desk in time. “I’ll catch you.”
The broom clattered to the floor a moment before Ione dropped into his arms in a flurry of rustling skirts, fluffy petticoats, and curvy woman. Grunting, he braced his legs apart to take the impact then drew her close. Never had he held a woman in his arms in quite this fashion. The moment he got a whiff of her lemony scent, he considered this circumstance as the best way to find a woman to court.
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