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Title: Aundy
Author: Shanna Hatfield
Genre: Sweet, Historical, Western Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
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One mail-order bride discovers
One mail-order bride discovers
The courage to love
Desperate to better a hopeless situation, Aundy Thorsen leaves behind her life in Chicago to fulfill a farmer’s request for a mail-order bride in Pendleton, Oregon. A tragic accident leaves her a widow soon after becoming a wife. Aundy takes on the challenge of learning how to manage a farm, wrangle demented chickens, and raise sheep, even though her stubborn determination to succeed upsets a few of the neighbors.
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Born and raised on the family ranch, Garrett Nash loves life in the bustling community of Pendleton in 1899. When his neighbor passes away and leaves behind a plucky widow, Garrett takes on the role of Aundy’s protector and guardian. His admiration for her tenacious spirit soon turns to something more. He just needs to convince the strong-willed Aundy to give love another try.
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Sweet and sprinkled with humor, Aundy illustrates that courage sometimes arrives in a petticoat and love has a mind of its own.
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USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes character-driven romances with relatable heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.” x
Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen one story at a time. When she isn’t writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
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Shanna is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, Romance Writers of America, Sweet Romance Reads, Cowboy Kisses, and Pioneer Hearts.
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Author Links:
Website: http://shannahatfield.com
Newsletter: http://tinyurl.com/shannasnewsletter
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ShannaHatfield
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/shannahatfield/
Amazon: http://amzn.to/2cYfAcI
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“Garrett, I’m sorry, but I’d rather not go to your house looking like this. I don’t want to upset Nora.” Some little part of her had died the moment Garrett figured out who she was. It was one thing to be dressed like a man when no one knew she was really a woman. It was an entirely different matter for Garrett to see her dressed that way, knowing the truth.
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As much as she tried to deny it, she wanted to look nice when he was around. She knew she wasn’t beautiful, but something about seeing him smile at her with his silvery eyes glowing like liquid metal made her feel feminine and attractive. The very last person she’d want to see her dressed like a man was Garrett Nash.
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He’d not only seen her, but also seen right through her guise. She’d have to ask him sometime how he so easily figured out who she was. Right after he started speaking to her again.
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“Fine,” he said, pointing a hand down the road toward the Erickson farm. “Get yourself home and be prepared to tell me all about your little adventure later. And don’t you ever try something like this again. You hear me?”
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Since he was already fuming, she let her temper rise, too. She didn’t appreciate the way he bossed her around, especially since her trip to town resulted in finding a herd of sheep to purchase. That was the whole point of her adventure and she was inordinately pleased with her successful efforts.
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“I appreciate your assistance, Mr. Nash, truly I do. However, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I’m a woman grown with a mind of her own, a strong constitution, and no man to answer to. Don’t feel the need to give yourself the job because I’m not looking to fill the vacancy!”
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To The Falls
From The Falls
Embracing The Falls
Heather Renee is a new indie author that lives in the gorgeous Pacific Northwest in Oregon. She writes YA Fantasy that has a mixture of suspense, humor and a little romance.
