A Marriage of Inconvenience!
After a storm strands her overnight in Will Sladeâs cabin, Blythe Granvilleâs reputation is in shambles. The townspeople doubt that she was innocently nursing him back to health after saving his life. Now Blythe must accept Willâs proposal: a marriage in name only to save her good name. But the former socialite is determined not to fall for her new husband...even if sheâs drawn to the gruff stranger whoâs vowed to stand by her, in sickness and in health.
Will never wanted to remarry after his ex-wife betrayed him. But now he finds himself hitched to a city girl who has no idea how to keep a house...but is somehow chiseling her way into his heart. As Blythe melts Willâs crusty facade, though, theyâre discovering that this most unexpected union might just lead to true love.
Will wasnât prepared for the little tingle of awareness that sizzled through him at the feel of her small, warm hand in his.
Their gazes clung. âOne more thing,â he told Blythe, without releasing his hold.
âYes?â
âRegardless of what weâve done or been or whatâs happened in the past to bring us to this point, Iâve always believed that marriage is forever. Once we say âI do,â thereâs no going back. Whatever happens, we talk it out, work through it.â
Even as he said the words he heartily believed, he wondered if he could stick to them. What if she was another Martha, a snooty, snotty, spoiled rich girl who expected him to wait on her hand and foot and give her whatever her heart desired? He suppressed a shudder. Well, whatever the future held, heâd just have to keep his end of the deal. Theyâd already shaken hands.
PENNY RICHARDS has been publishing since 1983, writing mostly contemporary romances. She now happily pens inspirational historical romance and loves spending her days in the âpastâ when things were simpler and times were more innocent. She enjoys research, yard sales, flea markets, revamping old stuff and working in her flower gardens. A mother, grandmother and great-grandmother, she tries to spend as much time as possible with her family.
Chapter One
Wolf Creek, Arkansas, Early March 1887
Blythe Granville vaulted into the saddle and settled herself astride the horse, even though the action hiked up her skirts to show a shameful portion of ankle. Without so much as a glance at the scandalized young man whoâd saddled the rented mare, she kicked the animal into a trot and headed out of town.
The Arkansas winter had been long, cold, wet and filled with shame, anger and melancholy. Today, Saturday, was the first day to hint at the promise of spring, the first to offer an escape from the strictures of her new life.
The feelings of unrest were new and totally unlike her. Sheâd always been the shy, quiet sister to her two brothers, Philip and Win Granville, and her half brothers, Caleb and Gabe Gentryâall self-assured, confident individuals who were successful in a variety of ways. She was the embarrassment of the family. The failure.
Even her mother, Libby Granville, was following her dream of opening a library. And to cap the climax, sheâd recently accepted retired doctor Edward Stoneâs marriage proposal. Her mother was marrying a man who adored her, while Blytheâs fledgling dreams of finding love were reduced to ashes and she was teaching school in a little town in Arkansas.
Her mother, who had been living in Wolf Creek for a while, and Win, who had moved there permanently near the end of December, had settled into their new lives just fine, but the slow pace of Wolf Creek was smothering what little spirit was left in Blythe after the recent debacle that destroyed her life and any future sheâd hoped to have. Wolf Creek was a nice, quiet place to live and raise a family if you liked small, leisurely paced places, but sheâd grown up in Boston and loved the hustle and bustle of the big city.
Nevertheless, here she was and here sheâd stay, thanks to Devon Carmichael, with whom sheâd eloped just after Thanksgiving, finally giving in to his constant pleas to marry him. Three days later, on the afternoon after theyâd returned from their wedding, Philip, whoâd hired a Pinkerton detective to look into Devonâs background, had confronted her with the news that her new husband was not Devon Carmichael, but one Wilbur Delaney. Not only had he lied about his background, he already had a legal wife hidden away somewhere. Devon, the man who had promised to be faithful to her for the rest of his life, was a bigamist, not to mention a liar and a thief.