I'm excited to let you know about my new release: Sweet Briar Rose
(Historical Western Romance), set in the fictional small town of Sweet Briar, Colorado in 1880:
A delightful historical western romance from the author of
The Unexpected Bride.
Once upon a time, Rose was a barefoot dreamer, carving whimsical creatures from the driftwood she found on the beach. However, after the death of her father, Rose finds herself cut adrift. So she answers an advertisement to become the bride of a blacksmith in Sweet Briar, Colorado, bravely leaving behind the coast of Maine and her beloved sandy beaches.
Living in the shadow of the Rockies, Emmett Southerland is a bit of a hopeless romantic. He's been eagerly awaiting the arrival of the dark-haired beauty in the photograph he keeps over his heart. However, soon he and Rose find themselves snowed-in during the worst storm Colorado has seen in twenty-five years.
This sweet mail-order bride romance very loosely reimagines the classic tale of Sleeping Beauty
, complete with a satisfying happily-ever-after. Sweet Briar Rose
is a short novel of approximately 42,000 words.
Historical Victorian Romance
Note for fans of The Brides Series: While Sweet Briar Rose
is not Christian Fiction, it falls into the Clean and Wholesome category, with no graphic content or swearing.
"I absolutely loved this story! Both Rose and Emmett are too sweet for words. I loved Emmett's romantic side. I loved how he was already in love with Rose and ready start their life when she arrived. Rose was sweet too, yet she had a mind of her own and wasn't afraid to follow her heart and be honest with herself and Emmett... If you love short and sweet reads then this is definitely the story for you!"
Julie at MY FAVORITE PASTIME
"...a hero you cannot help but fall in love with." Becky, Goodreads
"Emmett was everything a book hero should be: caring, patience, considerate, understanding, and handsome... I would recommend Sweet Briar Rose to anyone who likes a sweet historical romance." Carissa at CARISSA'S BOOKSHELF
"I love a good mail-order bride story, and this one delivered! ... Emmett was pretty awesome - a true romantic inside a burly blacksmith... [Rose and Emmett's] romance is sweet with chemistry that had plenty of sparks."
Heidi at HEIDI READS
Where to get a copy
Note: This book will be available in Kindle Unlimited
for limited time. A few months from now, it will be available widely through other retailers, such as Barnes & Noble, iBooks, Google Play Books, and more... (For now, read this title for free with your monthly KU subscription!)
Coming soon to other retailers!
It was eerily quiet now in Emmett's kitchen alone, with just the snapping of the fire.
Rose strained to hear the sounds of Emmett and his burly dog, Boston, as they left to go downstairs and outside through the front entrance of Emmett's shop. She heard the creak of the door to the stairwell opening and closing again, and the sounds of them climbing down the stairs. And then nothing. She pictured Emmett lacing his boots and putting on his coat. She pictured Boston too, standing beside him, the long brown plume of his tail swaying, awaiting his own morning ritual.
It was impossible to sit still, simply waiting, a sense of foreboding gathering around her. If anything happened to them, she'd well and truly be alone.
And then she heard it, the crash of a thousand pounds falling. She didn't know what it was, but she leapt to her feet and scrambled down the stairs after them.
On the final step, she stopped. Emmett and Boston stood before the open door. Snow had spilled in around their feet. Thin swirls drifted across the floor and settled. More snow was piled high in the doorway, all the way to the top. Not only snow, a wall of ice.
"What happened?" She stood on the last stair, gripping the handrail.
Emmett turned his head toward her, as if startled by her voice. He brushed snow from his coat and quickly shut the door against the cold. His leather hat lay on the floor at his feet. It too was covered in snow.
"What happened?" she repeated, frightened by the look on his face. His expression was grim. Had he been hurt? She tucked her robe more tightly about her. It felt too thin, not nearly enough to keep her warm. Her teeth began to chatter.
"A sheet of ice. Up on the roof. It must have formed overnight. All that icy snow... I just opened the door and it broke free." He said it so matter-of-factly. Despite his grim expression, it didn't seem as if he was nearly as concerned as he should have been.
"And it fell in the doorway?" she pressed. At his calm nod, she blurted out, "You could have been crushed--you and Boston."
Did he not see that they could have been severely injured, that they could have died?
She swallowed and asked, "Are you hurt?"
"No, I'm not hurt. And thankfully, Boston didn't push out ahead of me like he usually does." For one brief instant, a sickly expression crossed Emmett's face. He did realize they could have been crushed. That Boston might've been killed if he'd rushed out the door first. Emmett reached down to ruffle the dog's neck fur. Boston simply sat there with his eyes on the door, perhaps waiting for his master to open it again, not understanding they were quite literally snowed in.
(Excerpt from Sweet Briar Rose, ©2018 Lena Goldfinch, All rights reserved.)