Maisie
The Bridal Train Series
by Emberly Hart
Publication Date: August 12, 2019
Genres: Adult, Historical, Western, Romance
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Henry Cartwright loves tending the land, growing crops and raising animals for market, though it’s a lonely life. When his family urges him to take a wife, he can’t think of anything he has to offer a female besides hard work, but he settles on a Bridal Train Bride. Maisie is soft-spoken and reserved, leaving Henry thinking of her as a frightened animal, and he longs to set her at ease.
With newfound freedom and peace in her heart at long last, Maisie begins to wonder if she was wrong about all men being the same. Maybe this one deserves a chance—and a bit of the kindness he doles out to her so easily. When problems arise on the farm, they’re forced to work together and fight for the life they share. It just might be time for Maisie to dig up that satchel full of money she buried out back.
Excerpt:
He caught her staring—again. From the shade of his hat, his
blue eyes settled over hers. “Would you like to help me refresh the horses,
Maisie?”
His deep voice was gentle, but that could just be for his
horses’ sakes, keeping them from bolting across the prairie without a driver in
the seat. Now that her imagination had taken that turn, she could not fathom
what she would do if such a thing happened. She had no clue how to drive a pair
of horses, let alone hooked to the cart.
After a second of consideration, she gave a nod. When she
started to climb to the ground, Henry was there with his big palm open to help
her down.
This time, her stomach did not hurt as much about touching a
strange man, and she only paused a heartbeat before allowing him to assist her
down. Once her boots touched the ground, she pulled away and looked around.
“What do you think of the Kansas countryside?” he asked as
he moved to the horses.
“It’s odd how I have been staring at it for over an hour but
from here, standing here on the plains, makes me see it in a different light.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up, and he ducked his head
as he tended the animals. “I know the feeling. Like when you walk a road you
truly know it. All the dips and rises, the rocks you wouldn’t see while riding
along.”
She nodded, surprised at how easily he put her thoughts into
words, when she could not begin to do that for herself.
Easing forward, she watched him check leather straps and
forelegs before straightening. He pierced her in his solid stare. The blue of
his eyes did not have a sinister light, but were a deep, clear blue like the
sky above.
“Can you reach into the back of the cart?” he asked.
She nodded. “What am I searching for?”
“A grain sack. I like to encourage my horses when they tire,
give them a taste of the treat they’ll get once they’re at home and tucked up
in the barn.”
She felt a pull of her lips and was shocked it was a
reaction to the picture he painted with his words… and it was almost a smile.
When had she last smiled? Years.
Moving to the back of the cart, she stood on tiptoe to reach
over the side. When she located the sack he spoke of, she withdrew it and
carried it back to Henry. As she neared, she found his words about the road
were true. She had traveled all this time with the man and had never noticed
the way he smelled before now…
Like grass and the grains he dumped onto a broad palm for
the horses to nose. Henry also had a bit of a leathery man smell that was not
unpleasant.
As one horse nudged most of the grains off his hand, Maisie
gave a small giggle.
His head snapped up, and she could not be more stunned that
the sound had come from herself. If she had no cause to smile, she certainly
had not heard herself laugh in… well, too long.
To cover the sound and dispel her nervousness, she began to
chatter. “That horse is a bit of a pig. He is in such a hurry to eat that he
pushed it all off your hand. One time, I saw a dog like that. After he
discovered the dish was empty, he pushed the bits all around the room, into the
corner even.”
Henry stared at her with a pleasant, open expression on his
face.
A nice-looking face, she saw now. If they had children, they
would not be terribly unfortunate in the looks department.
The notion in her mind slapped a hot flush across her
cheeks. She felt her face scorch and a sweat bead on her nape. Why had children
come to mind? That only led to how one created children.
About Emberly Hart
Emberly Hart has been in love with characters from the rough and tumble West since the moment she picked up her first romance novel. Her historical heroines are smart and sassy in a time when women were expected to use their sewing skills rather than their wits, and her dashing heroes are the stuff romances are made of. Emberly will bring you sweeter, tamer tales from times past along with the gripping characters you will fall for. Look for her at emberlyhart.com.
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