Dime novelist Maggie Rutherford writes under a male pen name. She flees her society wedding in New York, leaving her groom at the altar, and makes her way out west to experience everything she writes about. But fate has more than cattle drives and sharpshooters in mind for Maggie. For the first time, she will fall in love . . .
Maggie coasted by a blur of faces and fought the dizziness with each step. A chill ran through her. Her pounding heart beat so rapidly she thought she might not be able to breathe.
They reached the altar, and Marcus handed her off to Richard. The groom took her hand and tucked it through his arm.
She looked at him. His blond hair fell perfectly into place. His moustache was neatly trimmed. His attire was made of the best silk and wool to be found. He stood tall and assured. He was absolutely perfect.
At least to the outside world.
Reverend White joined their hands and began his opening remarks. Her panic grew until she visibly trembled. Richard looked down at her with concern. She tried to focus on what was being said.
â€œWhatâ€™s gotten into you, Maggie?â€ Richard whispered.
â€œI know youâ€™re poor,â€ she blurted out under her breath.
A shocked look crossed his face. â€œWhat do you mean?â€ Â Â Â Â â€œI know about your fatherâ€™s gambling.â€
Reverend White rose above their hushed tones, trying to cover their conversation. He gamely carried on about the joy of love and joining together as one.
â€œThat has nothing to do with us.â€
The malevolent look Richard gave her made her cringe. His hand tightened painfully on hers. Gone in an instant was the dull, mannered gentleman she had known most of her life. Suddenly, Richard loomed large and menacing next to her.
â€œDonâ€™t breathe a word of this, Maggie. We will marry. You will be the dutiful wife with a large bank account that will save my family. End of discussion.â€
His words undid her. Her panic blossomed. Her mind raced. She refused to be unhappy for the rest of her life. She was no puppet to dance on a manâ€™s string. Marrying Richard DeForest would cause her to wither and die.
At that moment, she caught Reverend Whiteâ€™s words, â€œAnd if any man has a reason why these two should not be married, you shall speak now or forever hold your peace.â€
She clawed at Richardâ€™s hold on her. She loudly said, â€œNo man, but this woman does.â€
She turned to face her groom, the man she thought sheâ€™d known. â€œRichard, I canâ€™t marry you.â€
Maggie tossed her bouquet aside and bolted back up the aisle. She raced to the doors. Yanking one open, she hiked up her wedding gown. She galloped down the steps and reached the DeForest carriage parked in front, waiting to take the happy couple to their reception. The driver gave her a puzzled look and called out, â€œWhere to, miss? Arenâ€™t we waiting for Master Richard?â€
â€œPennsylvania Railroad Station. Be quick, sir!â€
A wide smile appeared on his face. â€œWith pleasure.â€ He helped her up the steps and closed the carriage door.
Maggie collapsed against the velvet seat, her breathing shallow. She swallowed hard, trying to calm her nerves. She shut her eyes and let her head fall back.
What on earth did I do?
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- About the Author
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Lauren Linwood became a teacher who wrote on the side to maintain her sanity in a sea of teenage hormones. Her historical romances use history as a backdrop to place her characters in extraordinary circumstances, where their intense desire for one another grows into the treasured gift of love. Her romantic suspense novels feature strong heroes and heroines who unite to defeat a clever antagonist and discover a deep, abiding love during their journey.
A native Texan, Lauren lives in a Dallas suburb with her family. An avid reader, moviegoer, and sports fan, she manages stress by alternating yoga with long walks. She plans to start a support group for House Hunters addictsâ€”as soon as she finishes her next piece of dark chocolate.