Heart of Beauty Book Excerpt

Heart of Beauty Book Excerpt

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Danielle Grandinetti

About Heart of Beauty

A fearless horse gentler turns her skills on the reclusive cowboy protecting her.

Blue Spruce, Montana, 1871—When Caleb Orson’s prize stallion escapes his ranch, Sal Beauregard rides to the rescue, revealing her true identity as a one of the few eligible females in town. She’d do it again if it meant saving an animal from the cruel retaliation of Brendan Doran. The man has no respect for women or God’s creatures.

But the sun’s early setting strands her at Caleb’s ranch. Worse, Sallie’s father unceremoniously leaves her there under Caleb’s protection. However, Doran refuses to lose again to Caleb—first a horse, now a woman. He wants Sallie as his wife and not even the reclusive ogre of a cowboy can stand in his way. No matter Sallie’s opinion.

Choosing to make the best of a difficult situation, Sallie takes over the gentling of Caleb’s stallion. She believes she can reach Caleb as well. Only, the first blush of friendship grows into something … more. Something that threatens the desires of Caleb’s enemy. And if Doran cannot have a beauty like Sallie, neither can a beast.

A Tale of Tenacity, Romance, and Peace

About Danielle Grandinetti

Danielle Grandinetti is an award-winning inspirational romance author fueled by tea, books, and the creative beauty of nature. Her stories combine romance, mystery, and suspense against the backdrop of the 1930s to tell the tale of finding home and hope in hard times. Learn more at daniellegrandinetti.com.

Book Excerpt

March 15, 1871 Heart of Montana Territory

"Beware the Ides of March,” Sallie Beauregard muttered as she donned the disguise within her room, tucking her long braid up inside her cowboy hat. In Shakespeare’s day, young men played female roles in his plays. Here in Montana Territory, she dressed as a boy to keep wayward eyes from realizing she was, in fact, a very eligible maiden.

“Sal, you ready, my girl?” her father called from the main room. A well-respected nomad trapper, it’d been his idea to dress her in trousers and a buckskin coat after Mama died when Sallie was but a child of five. Sallie hadn’t minded then. It was easier to traipse after her father in something other than a dress. Who had use for frills and lace, anyway?

She still believed that, but now she wore plain dresses or a split skirt unless they went into a town. Then she honored her father’s request because all anyone knew of old Saul Beauregard, who lived up on the mountain near Blue Spruce, Montana, was that he had a son named Sal—a son who never spoke—except to horses.

Sallie slung her saddlebags over her shoulder as she followed her father to the barn. “Where are we making camp tonight?”

With the first breaths of spring, Papa got antsy to leave the confines of the old cabin. They’d return every few weeks to stock up on supplies, then go again to hunt and sell the meat and furs to those in towns along their way.

Papa scratched his full gray beard. “We’ll head down to the valley and follow the waking critters.”

She nodded. There was no need to comment as she saddled Gunpowder, named for the horse Ichabod Crane rode in Washington Irving’s tale. When she first met Gunpowder, the poor horse reminded her of the broken-down plow horse in the book. She patted his nose. Now his black coat shone, and his belly showed him well-fed. Gunpowder nuzzled her under the chin.

Supplies loaded onto the horses, she swung into the saddle and followed Papa down the mountain. Today, she believed spring could be around the corner. While a chill still permeated the air, snow dripped from the cabin roof and rocky outcroppings. Soon, the rivers would rage, waking the world from the depth of winter.

The advent of warmer weather usually sparked warmth in her heart, but a strange foreboding hovered this year. Perhaps because they were setting out on the fifteenth of March? She might not be superstitious, but she loved her books and had read Julius Caesar a few too many times not to have the warning echo in her head.

She rubbed Gunpowder’s neck, letting a prayer from Psalm 121 whisper upon the wind. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore. Amen.

The journey down the mountain took several hours, and they paused for the noon meal before entering the town limits. The cowboys and miners who happened to be in Blue Spruce greeted Papa warmly. They traded gossip as much as legitimate news. Sallie listened as she gathered canned goods in the general store. She recognized a few names from their last visit. Some had given up their claims and headed back east or further west. But one name stood out. It never ceased to send shivers down her spine.

Physically large and politically powerful, Brendan Doran thought first only of himself. Perhaps that’s why he owned the largest saloon in town, a place that also housed the only other unmarried women who lived in Blue Spruce. And the primary reason Papa disguised Sallie’s femininity.

“Rumor is Doran wants to settle down.” One grizzled man set a tin of tobacco on the counter. “Can you imagine having all those women around you and wanting to pick just one to spend the rest of your life with?”

Another old cowboy tipped up his hat and laughed. “I doubt he’ll give that up. He just needs a girl he can hoodwink.”

Papa caught Sallie’s eye, nodded toward the crate of goods he was about to pay for, and then pointed his chin toward the door. He wanted her away from this conversation, and Sallie was more than happy to oblige.

She shouldered the crate as a lad might and pushed into the pale sunlight. The men who passed barely cast her a second glance. Just as she set the crate beside where she and Papa had tied the horses, a shout brought her gaze east, to the road leading out of Blue Spruce. Or into it, considering the billowing cloud that loomed closer.

Sallie rested her hand on Gunpowder’s flank as she circled him. Men ran out of buildings as a horse with a black coat that made Gunpowder’s color appear faded galloped into town, a lead rope trailing behind him. Considering the rope's frayed end, the black must have broken his lead. And having it whacking his bare back surely wasn’t helping his panic. Fortunately, the horse slowed as it reached the center of town, but his nostrils flared.

Mr. Doran swaggered out of his saloon, laughing loudly. “Orson can’t even keep hold of his horse.” Doran weaved as he walked, probably inebriated.

The black, presumably owned by local reclusive rancher Caleb Orson, shied. Sallie could see what would happen next as if reading it in the pages of her favorite book.

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Guarding the Mountain Man’s Secret Book Excerpt

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Misty M. Beller

About Guarding the Mountain Man’s Secret

In the wild mountains of the Montana Territory, the Coulter ranch is a place of family, second chances…and a hidden fortune. 

Miles is the youngest of six brothers, and he’s spent most of his life helping guard the family’s secret: a sapphire mine hidden deep within the Montana mountains. With threats from a past enemy looming, a survey team’s arrival stirs suspicion—until he meets Clara Pendleton, whose presence captivates him.

Clara Pendleton joins her uncle on a survey team tasked with mapping the coming railroad's path, only to find herself entangled with the enigmatic Coulter family. When her uncle’s accident leads them to find refuge in the Coulter home, Clara is irresistibly drawn to Miles Coulter and his quiet strength. This feels like the haven she craves…until a series of mysterious attacks endanger everyone on the ranch.

As Christmas approaches, a sleigh ride through a snowy wonderland fans the growing spark between Clara and Miles into a flame, but a broken runner leads Clara to discover the family's secret. Now she’s faced with an impossible choice: betray the man she’s coming to love or risk the lives of his entire family—and her own uncle. 

From a USA Today bestselling author comes a mountain saga filled with high-stakes adventure, forced proximity, a Christmas surprise, and love that heals wounded hearts.

About Misty M. Beller

Misty M. Beller is a USA Today bestselling author with over 1 million books old. She writes romantic mountain stories, set on the 1800s frontier and woven with the truth of God’s love. 

Raised on a farm and surrounded by family, Misty developed her love for horses, history, and adventure. These days, her husband and children provide fresh adventure every day, keeping her both grounded and crazy. 

Misty’s passion is to create inspiring Christian fiction infused with the grandeur of the mountains, writing historical romance that displays God’s abundant love through the twists and turns in the lives of her characters.

Sharing her stories with readers is a dream come true for Misty. She writes from her country home in South Carolina and escapes to the mountains any chance she gets.

Visit her online at mistymbeller.com.

Book Excerpt

How could he be so careless?

As soon as the group moved on, Miles Coulter eased out a breath. 

Strangers on the ranch. 

And they nearly caught him unaware. 

He’d been testing out the latest version of the jointed pickax he’d designed—a modification of one he’d seen in Canvas City—when he barely caught the sounds of horse hooves on rock. He managed to drop the tool and scoop up his rifle in time to face them as they rode around the bend in the trail. 

Surveyors. From the railroad. What would his brother Jericho say about that? He’d not like it.

At least they weren’t Mick’s men, come to exact revenge on their brother Gil. Thank the Lord, Mick’s daughter escaped the man’s evil clutches with their help, but they still watched out for any sign of his thugs. 

Even if Miles suspected these surveyors were presenting a ruse, the woman with them couldn’t be one of Mick’s guards.

He pictured the woman who rode with the surveyors…and her pretty face. She’d been a surprise, for certain. She wore a fancy bonnet like the ladies in town did, and a dark blue dress that looked soft and shiny. An unusual sight in a group of men like that. Too fancy to be their cook.

She must be married to one of them. A surveyor’s wife willing to brave the wild frontier to be with her man. 

Usually, a thought like that would make him chuckle. Or even scoff. But a fellow lucky enough to have a lady like her…well, he should count his blessings.

Speaking of which, where had he dropped his ax? There, half buried in the dirt. He reached for the tool and swung it over his shoulder, then started for the house. He’d need to tell the others right away. 

When Miles entered the yard, Gil stood in front of the barn, saddling one of the two-year-old geldings. “How’d your invention work? See anything unusual out there?” 

Miles leaned the pickax against the barn wall. “Met riders.” 

Gil straightened. “Who?” Worry filled his gaze, though concern rarely left his expression these days. He reached for his rifle. 

“Not them,” Miles said, answering the question he hadn’t asked. “Surveyors, they said. For the railroad. I don’t think they have anything to do with Mick."

“How could you know?” The words were a challenge, barked with anger that Miles chose to ignore. “That man is devious.”

“They had a lady with them." The image of her slid into his mind, and he caught himself just before saying how pretty she was. That detail had nothing to do with whether the men were surveyors or Mick’s henchmen, and in his state, Gil didn’t have the patience for frivolity.

“How many were there? Where are they now?” 

"Five men and the lady." Miles kept his tone steady, though Gil questioned him like he didn’t know to point the strangers away from the house. "I sent them across the creek to camp. Figured Jericho would feel better with them farther away from the house and the strawberries." No one needed to find the strawberries—their family code word for the sapphires they mined and did their best to keep secret. Mick had found out about them, though, and his lackies stole nearly a wagon full.

Gil's frown deepened. "I don’t like strangers on our land, even if they are who they claim to be."

It wasn’t as if Miles had invited them. He bit back his frustration. “You sound like Jericho.”

The frown turned to a glare. “You’ve never met McPharland. He’s more cunning than the snake in the Garden of Eden. We can’t be too careful. Just because a woman is with them doesn’t make them safe.” 

Miles sighed. "I know. But it didn't seem right to turn them away when night's coming on soon. Especially with a woman in their group."

As answer, Gil brought two fingers to his mouth and released a shrill whistle that echoed through the clearing. 

Jericho and their nephew, Sean, were down the mountain helping Jonah build his new cabin. They’d be listening though. All of them were on edge these days. 

Dinah, Patsy, Jess, and Lillian spilled out of the house, coming to hear what brought on the whistle. Jericho’s wife—a talented doctor—Dinah would want to make sure things were ready for whatever they faced. 

Patsy was Jonah’s intended, and Jess would likely soon be Gil’s. And Lillian… He couldn’t call her his favorite niece anymore, not since two more youngsters had joined the extended family here on the ranch. But even though at thirteen she looked more young lady than girl, she still laughed at his jokes and warmed something special inside him when she called him Uncle Miles

Before he and Gil could update the womenfolk, the sound of hoofbeats thundered. A minute later, Jericho, Jonah, and Sean rode up the slope from the direction of Jonah's cabin. 

Another figure appeared on the trailhead leading to Eric and Naomi’s cabin, moving slower on foot. Eric—Dinah’s brother-in-law and an honorary member of the family. Looked like all the men were here except Jude. 

He was likely on his way.

"What's going on?" Jericho reined in his horse, his sharp gaze moving between Gil and Miles.

As Miles repeated what he'd told Gil, Jericho's jaw tightened. 

"And you just let them ride off to camp on our land?" Jericho shook his head. His oldest brother’s fear got the better of his good sense at times.

Miles stiffened. “What would you have me do with them? Run off five men and a woman at gunpoint? Or bring them to the house so you could interrogate them?” 

Jericho huffed. “What railroad do they work for? Where did they start surveying and what path are they taking? When you ask for details, you get a better idea of whether they’re making up the story or not.” 

Miles fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Then maybe you better go ask those questions.” 

Jericho gave a curt nod. "Who’s going with me? We’ll have a word with our uninvited guests."

Miles’s middle tightened, but he strode through the barn door, calling over his shoulder, “Let me saddle a horse. I’m coming.” Jericho could ask what he wanted to the men in the group, but Miles might need to make sure he treated the lady with respect. 

Jonah and Jude volunteered to come also. Good.

His eldest brother would never intentionally offend someone who didn’t deserve it, but Jericho tended to be a bit overzealous when protecting his family. Especially when the threat of Mick’s retaliation loomed over them all.

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Emma’s Engagement Book Excerpt

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Susan G Mathis

About Emma's Engagement

A lighthouse. A new wife. A jealous daughter. Can love shine through the darkness?

Emma Row yearns for a fresh start and a chance to build a loving family. But as she steps into her role as the Rock Island Lightkeeper's wife, she finds herself navigating the treacherous waters of isolation and the bitter rejection of her new stepdaughter, Ada.

Michael Diepolder, the widowed lightkeeper, had hoped securing a companion would brighten his life and be a needed mother figure to his eleven-year-old daughter. Yet, as Emma struggles to adapt to the challenges of her new life, Michael realizes that the path to happiness is far more turbulent than he ever anticipated.

As a storm brews on the horizon, Emma and Michael must confront the tempestuous waves of doubt, jealousy, and isolation that threaten to extinguish the light of their love. Can they weather the storm and find the strength to keep their family together, or will the darkness consume them all?

About Author Name

Susan G Mathis is an international award-winning, multi-published author of stories set in the beautiful Thousand Islands, her childhood stomping ground in upstate NY. Susan has been published more than thirty times in full-length novels, novellas, and non-fiction books. She has thirteen in her Thousand Islands fiction line including, The Fabric of Hope: An Irish Family Legacy, Christmas Charity, Katelyn’s Choice, Devyn’s Dilemma, Sara’s Surprise, Reagan’s Reward, Colleen’s Confession, Peyton’s Promise, Rachel’s Reunion, Mary’s Moment, A Summer at Thousand Island House, Libby’s Lighthouse, and Julia’s Joy, and Emma’s Engagement. Find out more at www.SusanGMathis.com/fiction.

Book Excerpt

Michael returned to the lighthouse, the weight of his daughter’s illness pressing in on him. Scarlet fever. He’d known several to die from the disease. 

“Not Ada, God. Please not Ada.”

He climbed the spiral staircase to the lamp room where the wick was barely flickering. Why was this fool thing being so touchy? He’d installed a new wick, filled the oil reserve. 

He had to keep it shining brightly through this fog, which was growing thicker by the minute. He grabbed his tools and adjusted several mechanisms, and to his relief, the flame grew higher and higher until he had to turn it down a little.

Crisis averted. At least this one.

He looked out the lamp room windows to find the fog growing even denser. He could hardly see the cottage just feet away. His nerves prickled to attention. How would he see a ship in danger? Would an accident add to his failures?  

No. Ada’s crisis was in full bloom, and that mattered most. He thanked God for Emma’s calm and skilled presence, and her unconditional love for his girl.  

What if he hadn’t married her when he did? At this very moment, he’d be alone with her and would have had no one here to help. 

Just then, a wave of guilt washed over him again, guilt that had haunted him day and night for years. Guilt of not being able to protect Ada. Guilt over questioning his choices. Guilt of being torn between his loyalty to his daughter and his commitment to Emma. Guilt that brought hopelessness and sadness at every turn and spiraled him down into it, until he was trapped.

He’d failed over and over, and now Ada was in danger of losing her life. What if she died before he set things right with her?

As he stood in the lamp room, the weight of his responsibilities and the magnitude of the fog’s threat pressed in on him, too. The swirling white mist seemed to mirror his own turmoil, clouding his thoughts and obscuring any sense of clarity. 

With a deep breath, he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. The lighthouse was his duty, and he couldn’t let his personal burdens overshadow the importance of his role. After all, Emma was caring for Ada, and the safety of the ships navigating the treacherous waters of the St. Lawrence relied on the beacon’s steady light—and him.

He blinked once. Twice. Shook himself out of the mist. He had work to do.

The lighthouse seemed to come alive with his touch, and he found great comfort in his work. He adjusted the mechanisms again, ensuring that the flame burned bright and strong.

But even as he tended to the light, his mind remained fearful that Ada’s life hung in the balance. He ached to be by her side, to comfort her, to reassure her of his love. But duty held him here.  

He gazed out the window, straining his eyes to pierce through the thick fog, but he felt helpless and fearful he couldn’t see anything beyond the cottage. In that moment, the incessant river of self-doubt flooded his soul. Would he drown in it one day?

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He glimpsed the cottage where the two people he loved most fought the battle of life and death. He had to be strong. 

So he prayed, pleading for them, for the ships to be safe, for deliverance from his guilt. In that moment, a flicker of hope ignited within him, and the emotional fog lifted. Emma was faithfully caring for Ada. The light shone strong to protect the voyagers. God could care of them all. 

Slowly, his vision became clear, even though the river fog remained. He couldn’t change the past, nor could he predict the future, but he could do everything in his power to make things right today. Once the fog lifted, he would press through his propensity to be silent, to be lenient, to avoid conflict. He’d apologize and make amends as best he could. He’d find a way. Somehow.

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An Honorable Deception Book Excerpt

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Roseanna M. White

About An Honorable Deception

In the trying art of balancing investigations and love, a detective must determine his priorities when faced with dangerous circumstances that could threaten everything he holds dear.

As the leader of the Imposters, an elite private investigative firm, Lord Yates Fairfax has made an art of concealing his identity. But when his newest client, the beautiful Lady Alethia Barremore, is shot while leaving their meeting, he throws caution to the wind and rushes to her aid. Though Lady Alethia thought she was only looking for her missing former nanny, she has clearly stumbled upon something much more dangerous.

Lady Lavinia Hemming suspects her longtime friends hold more secrets than they're willing to admit, and when she stumbles upon the truth that they're the esteemed Imposters, she recruits herself into the firm. While she is happy for the distraction of an investigation, Lavinia's own family secrets continue to haunt her. And the one thing bringing laughter back into her life--her friendship with Yates--lands her squarely on the disagreeable side of her best friend: his sister.

Tormented by a past she doesn't dare voice aloud, Lady Alethia does what she can to help her handsome host, her new friends, and the investigators. But as clues lead them deeper into the dark side of society, Alethia, Yates, and Lavinia learn anew that the gentry isn't always noble . . . even as they fight to hold fast to their own honor.

About Roseanna M. White

Roseanna M. White is a bestselling, Christy Award-winning author who has long claimed that words are the air she breathes. When not writing fiction, she's homeschooling, editing, designing book covers, and pretending her house will clean itself. Roseanna is the author of a slew of historical novels that span several continents and thousands of years. Spies and war and mayhem always seem to find their way into her books . . . . to offset her real life, which is blessedly ordinary.

Book Excerpt from An Honorable Deception

The front door burst open, which jolted Lavinia and made her lose her fake place in her stage-prop book. Yates? Certainly anyone else would have knocked, and Yates was the sort to burst into a place without warning, but it seemed a bit boisterous even for him. She tossed the book aside and surged to her feet as all expectations for a quiet afternoon crashed to bits.

Yates, yes. He strode into the room with a look she’d only seen on his face once before—when he stood in the line of her mother’s weapon, ready to die if it meant helping others get to safety. But this time, he carried a figure in his arms, who not only lolled unconscious against his chest, but whose lovely white day dress had gone crimson with blood in three different places.

Vaguely she noted that the front door closed again, and James Parks ran in behind Yates, no room in his expression for anything but worry. “What about Dr. Sterling?” he asked. “He’s trustworthy.”

“His wife’s one of London’s fastest-tongued gossips.” Yates moved directly toward Lavinia—no, toward the sofa. “Do you mind, Vinny?”

For a single second, she blinked, no idea what he meant. All she could think was that he hadn’t called her Vinny since they were five years old, when her mother had threatened to forbid him from playing with her and Marigold if he dared to use such a horrid nickname again. Then she realized he needed the sofa for whoever the unconscious woman was, and she leapt out of the way, muttering something incomprehensible like “Yes, sorry, here, what?”

James had darted around her and was arranging pillows in a way that made no logical sense whatsoever. “Dr. Jaffrey?”

“On holiday in the Med.”

“What about Keats?”

“Hmm.” Yates eased the woman down onto the cushions. She didn’t so much as stir. “Yes, he’ll do. And Butterfield at Scotland Yard—no one else.”

“Right. I’ll ring them both up.” James darted from the room, not so much as glancing Lavinia’s way.

Understandable. She darted to Yates’s side and looked down. Her throat went tight. That wasn’t just any girl. That was Lady Alethia Barremore. “Yates?” The question ended on more of a hiss than she’d intended, but what was she supposed to do? He’d said he was stepping out for an appointment, and he returned an hour later with a bloodied daughter of a viceroy in his arms. She snaked out a hand and fastened it to his arm like fangs. “Tell me she isn’t dead. You wouldn’t be fetching a doctor if she was dead, would you?”

She couldn’t be. The blood was still seeping, staining, growing. Lavinia’s head spun, her vision blurring.

“Her pulse is steady,” Yates said by way of answer, crouching down and pressing big fingers to the graceful column of Lady Alethia’s neck, wanting to verify his words anew.

It wasn’t Lavinia’s head that was spinning—it was the whole world. She had to reach out again to Yates to find something steady, gripping his shoulder this time, since he’d escaped her hand so easily. “What did you do?”

Only when she heard the words fall from her lips did she realize how they would sound. She didn’t mean to imply that he had caused whatever wounds afflicted the young lady—she knew Yates too well to think him capable of that. But how had he found her? Was he with her? Were they . . . ?

She drew her hand away again and immediately regretted it. But rather than reach out a third time, she stumbled to the nearest chair and fell into it. It wasn’t that Yates didn’t have a right to court whatever pretty young socialite he pleased. But she should have known it. Marigold should have told her. The fact that she hadn’t meant that Marigold didn’t know, and if Yates’s sister didn’t know, then it meant he was sneaking about, and that was an outrageous thought.

But then why was James with them? The vicar surely wasn’t involved in any secret trysts.

Yates shot her a look she couldn’t begin to decipher. “Where’s Marigold?”

“Resting.” She would offer to go and wake her, but that would mean leaving Yates alone with Lady Alethia, which didn’t seem proper. So instead, she got up again and moved to kneel beside him. Her throat went tight. “Are those . . . bullet wounds?”

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Cloaked in Beauty Book Excerpt

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Karen Witemeyer

About Cloaked in Beauty

In the heart of the Piney Woods of Texas, Letty Hood has spent the last fifteen years of her life hidden away with her grandmother to escape the deadly schemes of an uncle who wants her dead. Now, with her twenty-first birthday on the horizon, she is forced to accept the escort of a stranger and return to Houston in secret so she can claim a birthright that will make her one of the wealthiest women in Texas.

If she lives long enough to inherit.
Pinkerton agent Philip Carmichael has one duty: get the Radcliffe heiress home alive. Expecting a spoiled girl, Philip is surprised to encounter a woman of rare strength with a kind soul and keen wit. As they journey together, Letty's resilience wins his admiration, breaking through his hardened cynicism. Yet the threat to Letty grows more menacing with every mile, and Philip fears that keeping her out of harm's way may be just as impossible as keeping her out of his heart.

"Little Red Riding Hood" and "Sleeping Beauty" entwine for a romantic fairy tale retelling that explores the power of true love conquering even the darkest of nights.

About Karen Witemeyer

For those who love to smile as they read, bestselling author Karen Witemeyer offers warmhearted historical romance with a flair for humor, feisty heroines, and swoon-worthy Texas heroes. Voted #1 Readers' Favorite Christian Historical Author in 2023 by Family Fiction Magazine, Karen is a multiple award-winning author and a firm believer in the power of happy endings. She is an avid cross-stitcher, tea drinker, and gospel hymn singer who makes her home in Abilene, TX with her heroic husband who vanquishes laundry dragons and dirty dish villains whenever she's on deadline.

Book Excerpt

As much as Letty wanted to be at her grandmother's side, she knew she could trust Mr. Darby to be there in her stead. To protect her as Grandmother had once protected him.

Even so, waiting still proved dreadfully difficult. She wanted to be helping, not hiding. Yet hiding was exactly what Grandmother would wish for her to do. That fact eased the guilt somewhat but did little to mitigate her worry.

Heal her, Lord. Please. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I need—

Rusty's head came up, jerking Letty out of her prayer. The wolf scrambled to his feet, pulling away from her arm. His throat rumbled a low warning as he took a step, not toward the cabin, but deeper into the woods behind them.

"What is it?" Letty rose slowly and reached for the knife at her waist, pulling it from its sheath and gripping the hilt. "Do you hear something?"

She peered into the trees, searching for anything that didn't belong. Whatever was out there had sense enough to approach from the downwind side, hiding its scent from Rusty. It could be a small predator raising Rusty's hackles—a skunk or a bobcat. Yet instinct insisted she not dismiss the warning. The predator stalking her could very well walk on two legs, not four.

Running for the shelter of the house wasn't an option this time, which meant she could either run deeper into the woods and hope she was fleeter of foot than whomever waited in the trees, or she could make her stand here.

Not wanting to leave her grandmother, she braced her feet apart and tightened her grip on her knife. "Show yourself! I know you're out there." 

But she really hoped she was wrong. The skunk option sounded better by the second.

A movement caught her eye to her left. One that revealed a creature far too tall to be a skunk.

A man stepped out from behind a tree, his hands raised. He looked nothing like the loggers she'd encountered. He wore dark brown trousers with a tan vest and a buckskin coat. A wide-brimmed planter's style hat sat on his head, covering hair too short to show beneath the brim. He wore a gun, but his upraised hands indicated he had no immediate plans to use it.

She lifted her chin. "This is private property. You need to leave."

His gaze shifted down to Rusty before climbing back to her face. "I mean you no harm, miss. And if you still want me to leave after you read the letter I brought you, I will."

Letter? What letter? No one knew she was here. It had to be a trick.

"It's in my pocket. Is it all right if I reach for it?" He pointed a finger toward the opening of his coat.

"Stop!" She stepped toward him, holding her knife in front of her. Rusty snarled.

The man slowly moved his hand back to the upright position, his gaze returning to the wolf. "All right. No reaching. Got it." 

He waited for Rusty to stop snarling before he chanced looking at her again. His eyes were light in color, though from this distance she couldn't make out much more than that.

"How about if I grab my lapel and open my coat so that you can see there's no weapon hidden inside. You can fetch the letter yourself if you want."

She wasn't going anywhere near him. If she got too close, he could knock her knife away and snatch her straight off her feet. Rusty would attack, of course, but he'd be no match for a pistol.

Letty shook her head. "If you truly mean me no harm, you'll forget you ever saw me and leave this place."

She expected an argument or at the very least a scowl. What she got, however, was a smile. A rather handsome one, at that.

"You're smart," he said. "And cautious. That's good."

She narrowed her eyes, not wanting him to guess the delight she experienced at his compliment. "You're slow to follow instructions. That's bad."

His grin widened. "All right. I'll head out. I left my horse by a fallen log just south of here. I'm guessing you're familiar enough with the area to know the place I mean. Anyhow, I'll leave my coat on that log. Once I'm far enough away that you feel comfortable, you can dig out the letter and decide for yourself whether or not I can be trusted. I'll return tomorrow. If my coat's where I left it, I'll know I'm not welcome. If it's not, I'll assume it's safe for me to come calling at the house. Sound good?"

"The heading out part sounded good. Let's focus on that."

"Yes, ma'am." He dipped his chin and touched the brim of his hat then finally started moving his feet.

He kept his hands raised for the first twenty steps or so, as if she had a gun trained on his back, then finally disappeared into the forest. Knowing precisely where the fallen tree lay, she jogged through the trees on a path parallel to the one he would take and spied on him.

Sure enough, he took off his buckskin coat and draped it over the log before mounting a waiting horse—a beautiful gray with black mane and tail. The stranger didn't search the trees for signs of her, just rode away without a backward glance.

Her gaze returned to the coat as curiosity swelled in her breast. Letter or no letter, she really ought to learn what she could about the man. He could be the greatest danger she'd faced since the fire in Houston.

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About The Queen's Cook

Title: The Queen’s Cook Series: Queen Esther's Court #1 Author: Tessa Afshar Publisher: Bethany House Publishers Release Date: November 19, 2024 Genre: Historical Fiction, Biblical

In the heart of ancient Persia, the empire's Jewish citizens face an ominous edict that threatens their very existence. Roxannah, the daughter of an impoverished Persian lord, is devastated by the news but feels helpless to come to the aid of her Jewish friends. Desperate to support her family, Roxannah approaches the royal physician, Adin--the man whose kind eyes haunt her--and seeks his help to find employment in Queen Esther's kitchens.

In the opulent palace of Susa, Roxannah tries to survive the spiteful ploys of the other cooks as she ascends through the ranks. Her loyalty earns her the trust and friendship of Queen Esther, who is navigating dangerous politics with wisdom and grace. When Roxannah and Adin uncover a sinister plot against Amestris, the king's most powerful wife and Esther's archenemy, they find themselves tasked with the impossible job of discovering the culprit. As secrets unravel and alliances are tested, the fate of Esther's reign hangs in the balance.

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Tessa Afshar

Tessa Afshar's award-winning biblical fiction has been on Publishers Weekly, CBA, and ECPA bestseller lists and has been translated into twelve languages. Born in the Middle East, Tessa spent her teen years in England and later moved to the United States. Her conversion to Christianity in her twenties changed the course of her life. Tessa is a devoted wife, a mediocre gardener, and an enthusiastic cook of biblical recipes.

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Roxannah snapped to her feet. She expected him to demand payment before accompanying her, but he simply waved at her to join him. “Head injury, my man tells me. Is he conscious?”

She blinked, surprised at this no-­nonsense greeting. “Yes.”

“That’s a good sign.” He had a deep voice that seemed at once commanding and oddly soothing, edged by a slight accent that lent his speech an air of mystery.

Walking briskly, he led her to a plain gate at the opposite end of the courtyard, beyond which lay a wide lane. “It will be faster if we ride. My horse is in the stable around the corner. There is a donkey for you.” He gave her a sidelong glance. “You needn’t worry. It’s a biddable creature.”

“I can ride.”

He walked ahead into a mudbrick stable, whitewashed to match the outside walls. His steps were long and loping, and she found herself half running to keep up. His servant had followed in their wake, his movements so quiet she startled when he appeared at her side to help her mount the donkey. The beast waited placidly as she settled on its broad back.

She caught the servant’s eye and whispered, “What’s his name?”

He shrugged. “We just call him Donkey.”

“Not the beast. I meant the physician.”

The servant’s white teeth flashed against his salt-­and-­pepper beard. “Well, now. One might say that same name is not badly suited . . .”

The physician held up a warning finger. “Don’t finish that thought, no matter how great the temptation.” Eyes the color of obsidian sparked with humor.

Roxannah looked from one grinning face to the other, marveling at the ease with which the master had allowed his servant’s teasing insult to slide. In her father’s house, any retainer with half the cheek would have been bleeding by now.

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