Genre: Western Historical Romance
Author: Celia Yeary
BLURB:
To escape an arranged marriage, beautiful,
proper Cynthia Harrington from East Texas impulsively marries Ricardo Romero, a
striking, sensual Spaniard who ranches on the far western edge of the Texas
frontier. Innocently, she steps into a hotbed of anger, rivalry, and strong
wills. As she struggles to gain a foothold in the hostile household and foreign
ranch community, she finds that her biggest challenge is to make her husband
love her.
Ricardo creates his own problems by marrying
an outsider, angering his mother, father, and his jealous ex-lady friend. Then,
the Texas Rangers arrive looking for a killer, and Cynthia saves Ricardo’s
mother in a confrontation with the wanted man. Ricardo realizes that his
delicate bride has more grit and spunk than he thought, and his greatest trial
becomes a race to pursue his own wife and persuade her to stay with him.
EXCERPT:
While he
waited in the parlor, Ricardo thought through his plan once more. Was this the
right thing to do? His schedule was to leave for home in three days. Would that
be enough time? He paced back and forth in front of the large front window,
hoping Mr. Harrington would not come home. All he needed to do was convince
Cynthia to marry him, and he believed he could.He heard her approach and spun on his heels. There she was, pale but beautiful, sad but strong.
“Cynthia?”
“What are you doing here?” She cocked her head to one side. She looked like she’d been crying sometime during the previous hours.
“Will you sit here beside me?” He swept his arm toward the love seat.
She sat and he joined her. “Cynthia, I have news. And I have a proposition. Will you hear me out?”
Turning
slightly toward him, she leaned forward in curiosity. “What do you want,
Ricardo?”
“I want to
ask you to marry me. Three days from now, if you will.”
She gasped
and pulled back. “What?”
“I ask for
your hand in marriage.” He studied her light blue eyes, so wide with surprise.
She had not turned from him yet. “The marriage proposal you received yesterday
will be retracted soon, before the afternoon is over, I’m certain. So, I ask
you to marry me instead, but not a month from now—in three days.”
“Why three
days?” she asked. “And how do you know Harris will retract his proposal?”
He almost
laughed. She asked why so soon, not why on earth he would ask in the first
place.
“Believe me;
Harris Newton does not want to marry you.”
“Why?”
“He will
retract his proposal because you were out on the road with me all night.”
“Well, then,
why should I marry you in three days?”
This was a
good sign, a good sign, indeed. “Because I’m going home, and I want you to go
with me—as my bride. Will you, Cynthia? Will you marry me?”
She was
speechless, but she did not reject him out of hand. After some moments of heavy
silence, she asked. “Where exactly do you live?”
He breathed
a sigh of relief. “West of San Antonio, on a very large ranch.”
“Why were
you here in Nacogdoches? I’ve often wondered.”
“To buy
blooded mares to add to our herd.”
“Our. Who
else?”
“My father.
He and I ranch together on property that has been in his family for
generations. He and my mother live there, but it’s a very large house, and an
enormous operation. It takes all of us and many vaqueros to keep things
going. My father is aging, so I am mostly in charge.”
“A ranch? I
know nothing of ranching or the West. I would like to live in a city. But you
live…”
“Not far
from San Antonio,” he hastened to say. “But it is far enough away that we only
go twice a year for a holiday.”
She lowered
her head and looked at her hands. “I don’t know. That seems far out of my realm
of expertise. I’m not certain I could do that.”
“Answer
this, Cynthia. Would you rather live here until your father finds another
husband for you, or would you rather make your own decision? I’m giving you a
choice.”
At that
moment, they heard heavy, hurried footsteps on the porch. Both knew it was the
master of the house. Ricardo gathered Cynthia into his arms. He turned her just
so, placed his lips on her soft, feminine ones, and kissed her with all the
passion he could muster. For good measure, he moved his hand to one breast.
Instead of fighting, she responded as though she hadn’t heard her father.
“Cynthia
Louise Harrington! What the devil are you up to?”
Ricardo and
Cynthia pulled back, but they did not jerk apart. Instead, they gazed into each
other’s eyes and parted slowly. Without caring if the man was in the room or
not, Ricardo placed his palm on her cheek, and kissed her on the other, ever so
sweetly and gently. Before he let her go, he whispered, “Will you marry me?”
She nodded
and whispered in return, “Yes, I will marry you.”
Telegram:
To: Rafaelo Romero. Double R Ranch. Rico Springs,
Texas
From: Ricardo Romero
Arriving
home Stop Twenty mares Stop One stallion Stop One bride Stop
Celia Yeary-Romance...and a little bit 'o Texas
