Western Spring Weddings: The City Girl and the Rancher / His Springtime Bride / When a Cowboy Says I Do
SPRING WEDDING FEVER IN THE WILD, WILD WEST!The City Girl and the Rancher by Lynna BanningPenniless, Clarissa Seaforth leaps at gruff rancher Graydon Harris’s offer to become his cook. She’s never cared for a man before, but surely it can’t be hard to learn…?His Springtime Bride by Kathryn AlbrightSpring is in the air… Can rancher Gabe Coulter and Riley Rawlins, the boss’s daughter, find forgiveness and renew the lovers’ vows they made so long ago?When a Cowboy Says I Do by Lauri RobinsonCowboy Dal Roberts must make his sister’s wedding a success! And that means accompanying seamstress Ellie Alexander to Wichita. Could there be a double spring wedding on the horizon…?
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Acclaim for the authors of Western Spring Weddings
LYNNA BANNING
‘Funny. Enjoyable. Adventurous. Banning has written another winning Western.’
—RT Book Reviews on The Lone Sheriff
‘Banning pens another delightful, quick and heartwarming read.’
—RT Book Reviews on Smoke River Bride
KATHRYN ALBRIGHT
‘[A] fast-paced, sensual and delightful read about lovers torn apart by duty and reunited by destiny.’
—RT Book Reviews on The Gunslinger and the Heiress
‘Fans of Western and marriage-of-convenience romances have it all.’
—RT Book Reviews on Texas Wedding for Their Baby’s Sake
LAURI ROBINSON
‘The Roaring Twenties come to delightful life.’
—Heroes and Heartbreakers on The Bootlegger’s Daughter
‘Robinson delivers a sexy, engaging adventure.’
—RT Book Reviews on A Fortune for the Outlaw’s Daughter
LYNNA BANNING combines her lifelong love of history and literature in a satisfying career as a writer. Born in Oregon, she graduated from Scripps College and embarked on a career as an editor and technical writer, and later as a high school English teacher. She enjoys hearing from her readers. You may write to her directly at PO Box 324, Felton, CA 95018, USA, email her at [email protected] or visit Lynna’s website at lynnabanning.net.
KATHRYN ALBRIGHT writes American-set historical romance for Harlequin Mills & Boon. From her first breath she has had a passion for stories that celebrate the goodness in people. She combines her love of history and her love of story to write novels of inspiration, endurance and hope. Visit her at kathrynalbright.com and on Facebook.
A lover of fairy tales and cowboy boots, LAURI ROBINSON can’t imagine a better profession than penning happily-ever-after stories about men (and women) who pull on a pair of boots before riding off into the sunset—or kick them off for other reasons. Lauri and her husband raised three sons in their rural Minnesota home, and are now getting their just rewards by spoiling their grandchildren. Visit: laurirobinson.blogspot.com, facebook.com/lauri.robinson1 or twitter.com/LauriR.
Western Spring
Weddings
The City Girl and the Rancher
Lynna Banning
His Springtime Bride
Kathryn Albright
When a Cowboy Says I Do
Lauri Robinson
Table of Contents
Lynna Banning
After winter—often a long, cold, bleak period in nature and in life—a miracle happens: Nature regenerates and lives change.
To me, spring signals the renewal of both living things and the human spirit. It’s a time when growth is resumed, when hope is renewed, when fear turns into courage and when the seeds of new life are sown.
Lynna Banning
April, 1873
“Hey, mister! Mister? Are you awake?”
Something lifted the battered wide-brimmed hat Gray had pulled over his face. “Who wants to know?” he grumbled.
“Me!”
He opened one eye. “Yeah? Who’s ‘me’?”
“Me! Emily!”
Gray stared into a pair of wide blue eyes framed by a mop of bright red curls. A kid. A female kid, by the look of her ruffled blue plaid dress.
“Are you sleeping?” a high-pitched voice chirped.
“He— Heck, yeah. At least I was tryin’ my da—darndest.”
“Are you hungry? My mama’s gone to get something to eat.”
“Gone where?” He surveyed the other seats in the stifling passenger car. Three silver-haired ladies with big hats, two ranchers he thought he recognized and a preacher in a shiny black suit and stiff collar.
“Gone with the conductor man. To get a sandwich for me. I hope it’s not chicken. I hate chicken!”
Gray stretched his legs across the aisle space. “What’s wrong with chicken?”
A frown wrinkled the girl’s forehead. “A chicken pecked me once. It hurt.”
“Yep, a chicken’ll do that sometimes.” He resettled his hat over his face and closed his eyes.
“Mister? Mister, aren’tcha gonna talk to me?”
“Not if I can help it,” he said. He’d just finished a four-hundred-mile cattle drive plagued by bad weather, rustlers and no sleep. He was desperate for some shut-eye.
“Emily!” The voice was stern and female. “What are you doing bothering that man?”
“I’m not botherin’ him, Mama. I’m talkin’ to him.”
“Haven’t I told you never to talk to strangers? Come away from there, honey. I’ve brought you a sandwich.”
“It isn’t chicken, is it?” the small voice inquired.
“I beg your pardon? Emily, what’s wrong with chicken?”
Something swished past him. Something that smelled good, like soap. Maybe honeysuckle, too. “She doesn’t like chicken,” Gray said. He thumbed his hat back and opened his eyes. And then he sat up straight so fast his jeans rubbed the wrong way on the velvet upholstery. Holy—! The prettiest woman he’d ever seen in his life sat opposite him, a brown paper sack in her lap. She wore a stiff dark blue traveling dress and a silly-looking hat with lots of feathers on top. Partridge feathers.
