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An American Rose
Christmas anthology
coming December 11th
to The Wild Rose Press!
Includes novellas by Beth Trissel,
Carol A. Spradling, Donna Dalton,
Lauri Robinson, Tori Anne and
myself.
Reclaimed by his wealthy uncle,
former Shawnee captive Corwin
Whitfield finds life with his
adopted people at an end and
reluctantly enters the social
world of 1764. His one aim is to
run back to the colonial frontier
at his first opportunity--until he
meets Uncle Randolph's ward,
Dimity Scott.
Tory captain Dr. Nicolas Clayton
discovers stolen military secrets
on a severely injured female spy.
When her wounds heal, Holly
Masters must decide if she can
kill the man who saved her life.
While pretending to be a male
soldier, farm girl Sara Brewster
falls for a handsome Union army
surgeon. When her secret is
revealed, will a lavish Christmas
Eve ball work in her favor--or will
her heart be broken?
Christmas anthology
coming December 11th
to The Wild Rose Press!
Includes novellas by Beth Trissel,
Carol A. Spradling, Donna Dalton,
Lauri Robinson, Tori Anne and
myself.
Reclaimed by his wealthy uncle,
former Shawnee captive Corwin
Whitfield finds life with his
adopted people at an end and
reluctantly enters the social
world of 1764. His one aim is to
run back to the colonial frontier
at his first opportunity--until he
meets Uncle Randolph's ward,
Dimity Scott.
Tory captain Dr. Nicolas Clayton
discovers stolen military secrets
on a severely injured female spy.
When her wounds heal, Holly
Masters must decide if she can
kill the man who saved her life.
While pretending to be a male
soldier, farm girl Sara Brewster
falls for a handsome Union army
surgeon. When her secret is
revealed, will a lavish Christmas
Eve ball work in her favor--or will
her heart be broken?
Southern belle Marybeth Dawson discovers Santa Claus can't cross the Mason Dixon line--but handsome
Union soldier, Trevor Sulton can.
When a strong willed upper class New York girl falls for a dashing, compassionate stable boy, it will take
a Christmas miracle to bring them together. Thankfully, true love is on their side.
All reformed prostitute Eva Baird wants for Christmas is to have her daughter back in her arms. But
gun-toting outlaws, spiteful in-laws, and a sweet-talking stranger with arresting gray eyes threaten to
turn her dream into a lump of coal.
Union soldier, Trevor Sulton can.
When a strong willed upper class New York girl falls for a dashing, compassionate stable boy, it will take
a Christmas miracle to bring them together. Thankfully, true love is on their side.
All reformed prostitute Eva Baird wants for Christmas is to have her daughter back in her arms. But
gun-toting outlaws, spiteful in-laws, and a sweet-talking stranger with arresting gray eyes threaten to
turn her dream into a lump of coal.
Excerpt from my story, The Christmas Ball
She rose, rubbing her hands over her arms. "You won't tell on me, will you? My parents depend on the
money I send home."
He sighed. "Not if you don't want me to, but I don't think this is a wise idea. You could serve just as well
as a civilian nurse."
She shook her head. "I wouldn't make near enough money, and I like being a soldier."
He rose and settled his hand on her shoulder. "I won't betray your trust, Sara...er, Miss Brewster. I
promise."
Her sharp intake of breath sent his gaze to her face. Her full lips parted and a blush colored her cheeks.
He ran his hand down her arm and took her hand. It was work-roughened, the nails broken, but small,
making her seem vulnerable and frail. She'd had a hard life by her reckoning. He wanted to do something
for her, to help lighten her workload.
To his surprise, she lifted his hand to her face and kissed the back of it. The softness of her lips on his
knuckles sent a shiver through him.
"Miss Brewster," he said. "This isn't a good idea."
She drew in a deep breath. "Doc Ellison, I've longed to do this ever since I first set eyes on you."
She rose, rubbing her hands over her arms. "You won't tell on me, will you? My parents depend on the
money I send home."
He sighed. "Not if you don't want me to, but I don't think this is a wise idea. You could serve just as well
as a civilian nurse."
She shook her head. "I wouldn't make near enough money, and I like being a soldier."
He rose and settled his hand on her shoulder. "I won't betray your trust, Sara...er, Miss Brewster. I
promise."
Her sharp intake of breath sent his gaze to her face. Her full lips parted and a blush colored her cheeks.
He ran his hand down her arm and took her hand. It was work-roughened, the nails broken, but small,
making her seem vulnerable and frail. She'd had a hard life by her reckoning. He wanted to do something
for her, to help lighten her workload.
To his surprise, she lifted his hand to her face and kissed the back of it. The softness of her lips on his
knuckles sent a shiver through him.
"Miss Brewster," he said. "This isn't a good idea."
She drew in a deep breath. "Doc Ellison, I've longed to do this ever since I first set eyes on you."
copyright 2009 by Susan Macatee
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