The wrong brideâ¦the right woman?
When William Blackâs mail-order bride fails to appear at the Boston docks, heâs relieved when beautiful, vibrant Bridget Murphy steps in. However, she has a surprise in store. She will be a temporary nanny to his young twinsâ¦but she will not marry without love.
Faith Glen, Massachusetts, is worlds away from the poverty Bridget knew in Ireland. And William Black couldnât be more different from her faithless ex-fiancé. Yet that integrity Bridget so admires binds William to a promise that could keep them apart forever. In this new land of opportunity, does she dare to wish for a happy ending?
âWhat will you do now?â
Will answered without hesitation. âFind another bride.â
âI see. Perhaps you should consider hiring a nanny, at least for now.â
âNo.â He gave one decisive shake of his head.
âI donât want my children getting used to someone who will eventually leave them likeâ¦â He let his words trail off.
âWonât you at least consider me for the position? It would be a great honor toââ
âNo.â His tone indicated the discussion was over. His children already adored Bridget. If she took a position in his home, then changed her mind, where would that leave Olivia and Caleb?
Althoughâ¦
What if Will made a different offer? What if he supplied her with a more permanent position in his home?
âBridget Murphy.â He captured her hand in his and held on tight. âWould you consider becoming my wife?â
RENEE RYAN
grew up in a small Florida beach town. To entertain herself during countless hours of âlying outâ she read all the classics. It wasnât until the summer between her sophomore and junior years at Florida State University that she read her first romance novel. Hooked from page one, she spent hours consuming one book after another while working on the best (and last!) tan of her life.
Two years later, armed with a degree in economics and religion, she explored various career opportunities, including stints at a Florida theme park, a modeling agency and a cosmetics conglomerate. She moved on to teach high school economics, American government and Latin while coaching award-winning cheerleading teams. Several years later, with an eclectic cast of characters swimming around in her head, she began seriously pursuing a writing career.
She lives an action-packed life in Georgia, with her supportive husband, lovely teenage daughter and two ornery cats who hate each other.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
â1 Corinthians 13:13
To Harlequin Love Inspired editors Emily Rodmell and Elizabeth Mazer. Thank you for your hard work and unceasing efforts in editing this book. Iâm in your debt. Your suggestions made the story much stronger. It was a joy working with you both!
Special thanks and acknowledgment to Renee Ryan
for her contribution to the Irish Brides miniseries.
Chapter One
Boston Harbor, July 1850
To Bridget Murphyâs way of thinking the voyage to America was more than a thrilling journey across the vast Atlantic Ocean. It was the beginning of a new life. For her and her two sisters. But especially for her.
From the moment sheâd boarded the Annie McGee, Bridget was simply Bridget, the soft-spoken Irish lass earning her way to America as a stand-in nanny for the Atwater family.
No more humiliation hanging over her head. No more whispers trailing in her wake. The past had finally become the past.
And now the wait was over. Today she would begin her new life in earnest. Endless possibilities awaited her in her new countryâher new home.
Bridget leaned over the shipâs railing for her first glimpse of America, the ribbon streamers at her elbows billowed in the breeze. A gasp of delight flew past her lips, not only because she felt very smart in her new green sateen dress, but at the sight that met her gaze. Chaos, utter and complete chaos, met her gaze. The air vibrated with seagull shrieks, calls for carriages, laughter and commands.
Caught up in the madness, she took a moment and simply watched the activity below. Passengers disembarked the ship with hurried steps. Workmen staggered under the weight of their cargo. Carts full of wares were scattered everywhere. Children darted headlong past the lopsided piles.
Although she recognized many of the people already on the docks, none noticed her.
More the better.
A sudden movement in the distance caught her attention. She narrowed her eyes. A man, alone, worked his way through the crowd with methodical grace. His tall, lithe form stopped every few moments to speak with one of the passengers. There was something about himâ¦