I’ve seen the blogs for six sentence Sunday’s and decided I’d do something similar. So I thought, seven sentences for seven days of the week. So here are the first seven sentences of the book.

I’m also including the blurb and a short excerpt from later in the book. I’d love some feedback. Leave me a comment and tell me what you think of the excerpt and be entered into a drawing for and ebook copy of TAME A WILD BRIDE.

TAME A WILD BRIDE

Rosemary Stanton stood patiently on the train platform, sweat rolling down her back and between her ample breasts. Waiting. Sweating because it was an unusually hot day in late April. Waiting for her husband. A husband she wouldn’t recognize if he were standing right next to her.

She’d been desperate when she answered the advertisement for a mail order bride. Wanted: Single woman to cook, clean, and care for children on a cattle ranch in southwestern Colorado.

BLURB

Rosie Stanton climbed on a west-bound train to answer his ad for a wife and mother, everything she wants to be. But Tom Harris lied. He doesn’t want a wife, merely a mother for his two abandoned children and a cook and cleaner for his ranch. Betrayed once, he’s vowed never to let another woman into his heart. Sexy Rosie upsets all his plans and threatens to invade his scarred heart. How will he maintain his vow to keep his hands off her as she charms his children, his cow hands, his life?

EXCERPT

The marriage ceremony was short, thank God. Rosie stood next to Tom, grime covering her from head to toe. No place to even wash her face. Sweat formed in rivulets down her temples. She’d tried to keep her face and hands clean while traveling, but they came upon Creede, the end of the line, without her being able to check her appearance and wash up again. Not that it would have made much difference. Her traveling gloves, normally black, were ash colored from the dirt and grime of the last five days. Thanks to her gloves and the fact she wore them most of the time her hands were relatively clean.

Tendrils of hair hung down all over having escaped from their restraints. She’d so carefully put up all of her hair into a bun high atop her head at the start of the trip. Now she was sure she looked like some sort of rag-a-muffin and this was her wedding day. Her dreams about her wedding didn’t include her being dirty and wearing a traveling suit that was four days past feeling fresh. She’d brought her dress thinking she’d have a real wedding. But that’s all it was, a dream. Mentally slapping herself, she remembered this wasn’t a dream this was reality. A reality she’d chosen, so she lifted her chin a little higher and made the best of it.

When they got to the rings, Tom placed a plain gold band on her finger. She had her father’s wedding band to give to him, it was also gold but had scroll work etched into it.

Then the preacher said “You may kiss the bride.” Tom looked at her and, as if he were seeing her for the first time, searched her face probably trying to find a clean place to kiss her. He finally leaned down and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. Quick, but not so fast she didn’t feel the warmth of his lips on hers all the way to her to her toes. She could get used to that.