Enjoy the rich history of Texas penned by an exclusive selection of Christian fiction authors—including DiAnn Mills and Kathleen Y’Barbo. This collection of nine romances brings together the lawful, the lawless, and the lonely in the Lone Star State. Watch as three Texas Rangers turn from chasing outlaws to courting women who are determined to remain independent. Experience the trials six outlaws have as they turn into respectable citizens and seek to settle down with a spouse to love.
Enjoy the rich history of Texas penned by an exclusive selection of Christian fiction authors—including DiAnn Mills and Kathleen Y’Barbo. This collection of nine romances brings together the lawful, the lawless, and the lonely in the Lone Star State. Watch as three Texas Rangers turn from chasing outlaws to courting women who are determined to remain independent. Experience the trials six outlaws have as they turn into respectable citizens and seek to settle down with a spouse to love.
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Enjoy the rich history of Texas penned by an exclusive selection of Christian fiction authors—including DiAnn Mills and Kathleen Y’Barbo. This collection of nine romances brings together the lawful, the lawless, and the lonely in the Lone Star State. Watch as three Texas Rangers turn from chasing outlaws to courting women who are determined to remain independent. Experience the trials six outlaws have as they turn into respectable citizens and seek to settle down with a spouse to love.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781624160882 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Barbour Publishing, Incorporated |
| Publication date: | 05/01/2013 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 448 |
| Sales rank: | 105,943 |
| File size: | 2 MB |
About the Author
Bestselling author Darlene Franklin’s greatest claim to fame is that she writes full-time from a nursing home. She lives in Oklahoma, near her son and his family, and continues her interests in playing the piano and singing, books, good fellowship, and reality TV in addition to writing. She is an active member of Oklahoma City Christian Fiction Writers, American Christian Fiction Writers, and the Christian Authors Network. She has written over fifty books and more than 250 devotionals. Her historical fiction ranges from the Revolutionary War to World War II, from Texas to Vermont. You can find Darlene online at www.darlenefranklinwrites.com
DiAnn Mills is a bestselling author who believes her readers should expect an adventure. She combines unforgettable characters with unpredictable plots to create action-packed, suspense-filled novels.
Her titles have appeared on the CBA and ECPA bestseller lists; won two Christy Awards; and been finalists for the RITA, Daphne Du Maurier, Inspirational Readers’ Choice, and Carol award contests. Firewall, the first book in her Houston: FBI series, was listed by Library Journal as one of the best Christian Fiction books of 2014.
DiAnn is a founding board member of the American Christian Fiction Writers, a member of Advanced Writers and Speakers Association, Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and International Thriller Writers. She is co-director of The Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writers Conference and The Mountainside Marketing Conference with social media specialist Edie Melson where she continues her passion of helping other writers be successful. She speaks to various groups and teaches writing workshops around the country.
DiAnn has been termed a coffee snob and roasts her own coffee beans. She’s an avid reader, loves to cook, and believes her grandchildren are the smartest kids in the universe. She and her husband live in sunny Houston, Texas.
DiAnn is very active online and would love to connect with readers on: Facebook, Twitter, or any of the social media platforms listed at diannmills.com
DARLENE MINDRUP is a full-time homemaker and home-school teacher. Once a 'radical feminist,' she fanned her independent streak in the army, then turned into a 'radical Christian' after a heart changing encounter with the Lord. Darlene lives in Arizona with her husband and two children. She believes 'romance is for everyone, not just the young and beautiful.' She has a passion for historical research, which is obvious in her detailed historical novels about places time seems to have forgotten.
Tamela Hancock Murray is the author of over thirty novels and nonfiction works. She feels honored and humbled that her books have placed her on bestseller lists and that one of her Barbour titles, Destinations, won an RWA Inspirational Readers Choice Award. Tamela has been a literary agent since 2001 and is with The Steve Laube Agency.
Tamela lives in Virginia with her husband of over thirty years. They are the parents of two lovely daughters. Tamela enjoys church, reading, and spending time with her immediate and extended family and friends.
Tamela is passionate about edifying and encouraging other Christians through her work. She always enjoys hearing from readers. Please visit her on Facebook and Twitter.
Lynette Sowell is an award-winning author with New England roots, but she makes her home in Central Texas with her husband and a herd of five cats. When she’s not writing, she edits medical reports and chases down stories for the local newspaper.
Michelle Ule is a musician, historian and Bible study leader who graduated from UCLA. She’s the author of five historical novellas and a Navy SEAL novel. Married to a now retired submarine officer whom she followed all over the world, she lives with her family in northern California. You can learn more about her at www.michelleule.com
Bestselling author Kathleen Y’Barbo is a multiple Carol Award and RITA nominee of more than eighty novels with almost two million copies in print in the US and abroad. She has been nominated for a Career Achievement Award as well a Reader’s Choice Award and is the winner of the 2014 Inspirational Romance of the Year by Romantic Times magazine. Kathleen is a paralegal, a proud military wife, and a tenth-generation Texan, who recently moved back to cheer on her beloved Texas Aggies. Connect with her through social media at www.kathleenybarbo.com.
Read an Excerpt
CHAPTER 1
San Antonio, Texas, 1841
Serena Talbot lifted her gaze to the open road and waded a wooden spoon through thick venison stew, now bubbling over an open fire. From a distance, she heard the deep throaty laughter of her pa.
"Serena, your pa's riding in," her ma called from the cabin. "Looks like Mr. Wilkinson is with him, too. They're gonna want a cool drink of water."
"Yes, ma'am. I'll draw a bucket now."
Standing, she wiped the perspiration from her reddened face with her soiled apron. Texas heat in midsummer proved unbearable, but at least the cooking could be done outside.
Serena caught sight of the two men and waved. Snatching up the water bucket and ladle, she headed toward the well.
Ranger Chet Wilkinson. She'd just been thinking about him. In fact, he occupied quite a bit of her thoughts lately. His smile, well, it seemed to take her breath away. Good thing Pa didn't know her fancies. He'd be lecturing her about the wild ways of Texas Rangers.
If Ma married a ranger, then why couldn't she dream about one? But Pa knew the dangers of his rugged life and the hardships it placed on families. He didn't want his daughter to suffer through the anguish of loving a man who risked his life each time he rode out.
"Hey, Little One," her pa said, "you cookin' up something good? We smelled it five miles back."
Serena grinned at the rugged, broad-shouldered man. "You want to guess?"
"Nope, it's venison stew, and I could eat it all myself." He rode his red dun mare alongside the well and rested on his saddle horn. "I think I could drink up that whole bucket of water, too."
"I'll bring it to the barn as soon as I draw it up," she said and turned her attention to Chet. "Evenin', Mr. Wilkinson. We're pleased you're joining us for supper."
Chet's lopsided smile sent her pulse racing faster than Pa's prize mare. Even in the late afternoon with shadows of evening stealing across the sky, she could see his pine green eyes peering out from under his weathered hat. Or maybe she simply envisioned them. Sometimes at night, when sleep evaded her, she wondered if those green pools ever searched her out as she did them.
"I'd be much obliged, Miss Serena. I'm mighty hungry. Your pa hasn't stopped riding since sunup." A tousle of sun-colored hair fell across his forehead. Hard to believe his slight frame and boyish face followed the rough road of a Texas Ranger.
"We have plenty cooked up, and Ma's just made biscuits with fresh-churned butter."
"I'll be hurrying along then," Chet said with a nod. "Won't take long to tend to the horses and wash up."
He's too pretty for a Texas Ranger, she thought. After riding with Pa for over two years, he ought to be looking hard.
Her pa reined his horse in the direction of the barn, and Chet followed. "Hurry on with the water, Little One," Pa called over his shoulder.
A moment later, she untied the rope around the bucket and dropped the ladle inside. The deep springs below their land — not far from the San Antonio River — hosted the clearest, coolest water around. At least that's what Pa always said.
"Serena, ask your pa if anyone else is expected for supper," her ma said, stepping back inside the cabin.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll ask him now."
Serena noticed her ma had smoothed back her pecan-colored hair and changed her apron. Ma always fussed with her looks when Pa came home. Serena hoped someday to find a special love like her parents'. They'd been together since Pa rescued Ma from a renegade band of Comanches when she'd just turned sixteen years old.
She glanced down at her worn green dress. At least she'd brushed through her hair before Pa and Chet rode up.
Toting the heavy bucket, Serena slowly made her way to the barn. She'd given up on adding a little meat to her bones. Ma called her frail; Pa called her skinny. In any event, she still looked twelve years old instead of nearly eighteen. She had height, but no outward appearances of a woman's figure.
By the time Serena made it to the open barn door, her shoulder and arm throbbed. No one would ever hear of it, though. She felt determined to do her share of the work.
With a sigh, she stepped into the barn, and her ears perked at the sound of men's voices.
"We ridin' out again in the morning, Cap'n?" Chet asked.
"The following morning," her pa replied. He seldom talked much, seemed to be always thinking on something.
She heard the whish-whish of the grooming brushes gliding across the horses' sleek coats. Just as she decided to make herself known, Chet's voice caused her to linger a moment longer.
"You know, that little girl of yours is going to be a beautiful woman one day. Why, she's right pretty," Chet said.
A little girl, Serena fumed. Pa's nickname coming from Chet's lips didn't sound at all endearing.
"Well, I'd just as soon keep her around for a long spell. I ain't in no hurry to have her married off." Pa paused. "Leastways to no ranger ... even one who carries a Bible in his saddlebag."
Pa, I'm a grown woman, she fumed. Chet had a reputation for being a Bible-prayin' preacher man, another reason why he favored her attention. A man who loved the Lord and the Rangers ranked at the top of her list.
"Yes, sir. I just meant for as young as Miss Serena is, she's bound to be a pretty woman. But when I get ready to settle down, I want a round woman, real tall, too. Good and strong."
Silence. Serena sighed, realizing Pa had no intentions of telling Chet the truth about her age. Frustrated, she kicked the side of the barn to announce her arrival.
Shortly thereafter, while inside the cabin and helping Ma finish supper, the matter still picked at her — like a whole patch of chiggers.
"What's wrong?" her ma asked, studying Serena with pale blue eyes. "You've been frettin' over something since you came back from the barn."
"Oh, nothing," Serena replied, pulling out tin mugs for the coffee.
Her ma set a jar of apple butter on the rough-sawn table. "Serena, you can't keep anything from me."
She gazed up into her ma's flawless face. No hint of lines around her eyes or streaks of gray in her light brown hair. She looked young, too, but not as skinny as Serena. "Mr. Wilkinson thinks I'm a little girl."
Her ma glanced up, surprise clearly lacing her face. "And it bothers you?"
Serena lifted her chin. "I'm a grown woman."
Her ma's laughter rang about the kitchen. "That you are, and don't you have a birthday coming up soon?" She gave Serena a hug, forcing a laugh from her.
"Another month, and I'll be eighteen. Ma, most girls, I mean women, my age are married with children of their own by now. Besides, any single men around here are afraid of Pa."
Ma crossed her arms over her chest. "Your pa does have a way of intimidating a body — especially if he thinks a man has his sights on you. Do you have someone in mind?" Her ma studied her curiously. "I haven't heard you mention anyone."
Serena took a deep breath, but the door creaked open and Pa and Chet walked in. "I'll go get the stew," she offered and slipped out the door between the two men.
When they all sat down to supper, Pa invited Chet to ask the blessing. Serena bowed her head and closed her eyes, eagerly anticipating Chet's deep voice. No matter how hurt she felt, he did have a way of making prayers sound meaningful.
"Thank You, Lord, for helping the cap'n and me get here safe. Thank You for this fine family and their hospitality. Mrs. Wilkinson and Serena have cooked up some good food, and we thank You for this and all of Your many blessings. In Jesus' name, amen."
All during supper, Chet's reference to Serena as a little girl bothered her. In fact, he'd succeeded in making her downright mad. As she ate, she conjured up a good plan to let him learn the truth.
"Would you like more coffee?" Serena asked her pa.
He handed her his mug, and she rose from the table to fill it. "Pa, you know my birthday is coming up soon."
"Yes, Little One," he replied, leaning back against his chair. "And I plan to be right here with you when it happens."
"Thank you. I was hoping you wouldn't be gone. Do you mind if I ask Moira to join us for supper then? She is my dearest friend."
"Fine with me as long as it's all right with your ma."
Her ma nodded approvingly.
"Birthdays were always special to me when I was growing up," Chet said, reaching for the jar of apple butter.
"And this one is more than special to me," Serena said, swallowing the irritation of Chet's earlier remarks and tasting the sweetness of revenge — or rather nursing her pride.
"How old you gonna be?" he asked, spooning a healthy dollop between the layers of a biscuit. "Oh, let me guess. I have a fifteen-year-old sister, so give me a moment to think on it." He peered at her with a mischievous look in his eyes.
"You might be surprised," Pa said between mouthfuls of stew.
Ma glanced curiously at Serena then picked up the basket of biscuits. "Have another, Chet. Might help your accuracy. Although I've been told never to question a woman's age."
Serena cringed and her pulse quickened. Ma knew she pined over him. Hopefully, she wouldn't tell Pa.
Chet thanked her ma and gathered up two biscuits, adding a generous slab of butter to each. He popped one into his mouth and chewed slowly as if considering her reply.
"Hmm. Since this one means a lot to you, I'm guessing ... say thirteen."
Pa coughed and reached for his coffee. "Ah, Ranger Boy, you might want to rethink your answer."
He grinned, the same earth-shattering smile that always melted her heart. "Tell me, Miss Serena, how old will you be?"
She allowed herself the privilege of hesitation before staring into his handsome face. "Eighteen."
Chet's mouth flew agape, and he dropped his knife. "Why, why excuse me. I thought ..."
"Surprised?" Serena asked sweetly.
His face looked as if he'd worked all day in the sun without his hat.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Pa's wry smile. Good, Pa isn't mad at me.
"Would you like to come to my birthday, Mr. Wilkinson? You'd probably like Moira. She's a bit bigger than me, but the same age. Funny thing about Moira, she works hard as a man — strong, too."
This time, Chet choked. He sputtered and reached for his empty tin of coffee.
"Oh my, let me get you some water," Serena said and scooted to the water bucket.
For the first time she regretted embarrassing Chet. He looked miserable, and his face had reddened even more with the choking episode. There wasn't as much joy in seeing him squirm as she originally thought. Perhaps she should ease out of the topic and let him regain his composure. For a moment she considered apologizing, but she didn't want to own up to overhearing Chet and Pa.
"Pa, I know what I'd like," she said, handing Chet the water and avoiding his reddened stare.
Her pa raised a brow. "The palomino mare of Dugan Niall's?"
"You mean it?" Her voice quivered in anticipation.
A smile widened his dark bearded face. "Did you have something else in mind?"
She slid onto the bench beside her ma, feeling her delight nearly burst. "I was going to ask for your old rifle, but ... no, Mr. Niall's horse is the finest gift anyone could ever want. Oh, Pa, thank you."
He pushed his plate back and rested his elbows on the table. "What do you say, Little One? Want to go pick up that palomino in the morning?"
Serena did not hesitate. "Yes, sir, and I'll fix you the best breakfast before we go."
He eyed Chet. "Why don't you come with us?"
He'd slowly begun to recover. "Dugan does have a good-looking stallion for sale. Yes, Cap'n, I'd like to ride along."
Pa pushed his chair back from the table, its legs scraping the floor. "Now, Serena, you owe Chet here an apology. No need to explain why. He's our guest."
CHAPTER 2Chet felt hotter than if he'd been branded across his face with the letter S for stupid. The truth burned clear to the pit of his stomach — and worse yet, he deserved it. All of his big talk in the barn about James's pretty "little girl" blared across his mind. No wonder Serena wanted to get even; she'd heard every word. Eighteen years old. Bewildered, he looked up into her angelic face. He'd landed in a heap of trouble with one skinny girl, rather woman.
Oh, Lord, I need a muzzle over my mouth.
Serena rose beside her ma from the bench and folded her hands at her waist. She brushed thick, black hair from her face. He inwardly grumbled why she didn't wear it up. Maybe then he'd have guessed her right age.
Eyes the color of nearly ripe blueberries gazed coldly into his. He saw a tint of anger, a mirror of pride masked behind softened features and pink cheeks. Yes, she did look young ... and furious.
Lifting her chin and wearing a sweet rosebud smile, Serena addressed him. "Mr. Wilkinson, I'm sorry for humiliating you. I don't have an excuse except I heard you talking to Pa when I brought in the water. Will you forgive me?" She tilted her head like his little sister used to do when she needed understanding. "I know I didn't behave like a Christian woman."
The word woman poured thick as honey from her lips, and the sound of it sent little prickles up and down his arms.
He gulped and took a swallow of water. "Miss Serena, I most assuredly forgive you, but I believe the fault is mine. You can be sure I will address you in the future according to your ... your rightful age." He stuttered through the last of his speech as the proper words escaped him — something that seldom happened.
"Thank you, Mr. Wilkinson. I appreciate your tolerance of my bad manners. Will you still be joining Pa and me in the morning?"
He swallowed hard and attempted to gather his wits. "Yes, ma'am. I'd be honored."
Serena glanced at her pa, and he nodded his approval. She sat down to finish her meal, but Chet noticed she picked at her food. Odd, he didn't feel so hungry anymore either. He sneaked a peek at James's daughter. Yeah, she looked way too skinny for him, but she did have a right pretty face.
* * *
Serena gave up trying to sleep. Chet's words echoed through her mind like a herd of horses stampeding across the dry plains. He hadn't noticed her as anything more than James Talbot's little girl. Even worse, when he got ready to settle down, he wanted a big, strong woman. Humph, strength didn't necessarily mean size. Hadn't Pa taught her those things? Strength meant courage in the face of danger or when she needed to stand for her beliefs. It meant trusting God to see her through bad times and thinking things through with her head and heart — not her muscles. Just because she didn't have much meat on her bones didn't mean she lacked gumption. It would serve Ranger Chet just fine to saddle himself with some huge woman who'd run from her own shadow.
Oh, Lord, could You make Chet see I'm strong enough to be a ranger's wife? Amen. And Lord, You probably need to change Pa's mind about me marrying up with a ranger.
Tossing on the straw pallet in her tiny room, she heard Chet snoring in the kitchen.
Good for him; glad he can sleep.
She cast aside his dismissal of her and tried to convince herself he didn't matter. But he did. Fighting the urge to cry, she focused on the following morning and Dugan Niall's palomino.
Staring up at the darkness, she couldn't help but feel excitement about the mare. What a wonderful birthday present. She'd never dreamed of such a fine horse. Pa and the other rangers took special pride in their mounts. A good horse often meant the difference between living and dying. Although she treasured the love from Pa for his generous gift, it didn't stop the ache in her heart for Chet.
Serena finally found a few hours' sleep before she woke to fix breakfast. Staring out the small window of her room, she saw a glaze of pink and gold ushering in the dawn. She quickly dressed, then remembered Chet was sleeping in the same room where she'd be cooking.
She told herself she had nothing to be wary about. He had insulted her, not the other way around, and, besides, he didn't know her feelings about him. Still, they were both bound to feel uncomfortable around each other, and Serena realized she needed to make things right.
Stealing into the kitchen, Serena tied an apron twice around her waist. Someday she would pile enough weight on her bones to secure it in back like a normal woman. She studied Chet sleeping on the floor and struggled with wanting to kick him or allow him to rest peacefully.
Pulling her gaze from the blanket-clad figure, she mentally calculated what she needed for breakfast. Due to the quickly rising temperatures, she welcomed the task of frying bacon, baking biscuits, and boiling coffee outside over an open fire. They might eat there, too, which would be a refreshing way to start the day. On second thought, Pa shared enough meals under an open sky. He'd prefer sitting around the table inside. After all, she'd promised him a good breakfast.
The idea of eggs floating in a pool of bacon grease would be an added treat, and the chickens had been laying good. Ma told her she could use all of the eggs she wanted.
Grinning with satisfaction, Serena collected matches, the coffeepot, and the empty water bucket before moving outside to gather dry wood. Not long afterwards, a fire crackled and spit. She loved the smell of wood burning and the sight of sunrise faintly splitting the darkness. A rooster perched on the well top and crowed. He peered about as if to make sure every living creature had heard him. Serena laughed as the birds seemed to sing a little louder in answer to the rooster's call.
(Continues…)
Excerpted from "The Texas Brides Collection"
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Copyright © 2001 DiAnn Mills.
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Table of Contents
Serena's Strength,
The Reluctant Fugitive,
Saving Grace,
An Inconvenient Gamble,
Angel in Disguise,
Reuben's Atonement,
The Peacemaker,
Outlaw Sheriff,
A Gamble on Love,
About the Authors,
