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A New Tradition
A New Tradition
A New Tradition
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A Victorian period Christmas novella...

Set in 1853, two young people meet and fall in love. But all isn't that simple. He doesn't agree with her views on the women's movement and she's adamant about women being equal with men and someday they should even have the right to vote!

Learn about the beginnings of potato chips and the lovely tradition of the peppermint pig as you travel through a simpler time in Saratoga Springs and New York City and watch the trials these young people must face on their journey to love.

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Release dateSep 21, 2012
ISBN9781301075836
A New Tradition
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Leanne Burroughs

Leanne enjoys reading, writing, and traveling. Most recently she traveled to Norway to do research for an upcoming Viking epic. The year before, she traveled to Ireland, where she fell in love with the beautiful countryside and its Viking history. She’s also traveled to England, Spain, France, and Hawaii in search of stories waiting to be told! Her absolute favorite place to visit, however, is the lovely country of Scotland. Its beauty is beyond words, and the friendliness of its people is incomparable. In Florida, she can often be found at Disney World with her grandchildren (although everyone knows they are merely an excuse for her to visit). While doing genealogy research for her husband, she fell in love with Scottish history. That led to the novel HIGHLAND WISHES, a historical novel about Scotland’s War for Independence. Its sequel is HER HIGHLAND ROGUE. She currently has several other novels in progress. She's currently adapting her two award-winning Scottish books for the Christian market as well. HIGHLAND MIRACLE is currently available. KEEPER OF MY HEART, a novel about the Battle of Culloden and its aftermath is her current work in progress. THE POWER AND THE PASSION is the Viking epic. The third story in the Scottish War for Independence trilogy is also being worked on. In addition, Leanne has participated in several anthologies.

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    A New Tradition - Leanne Burroughs

    A Victorian Christmas novella…

    A New Tradition

    Leanne Burroughs

    A New Tradition © 2008 Leanne Burroughs

    Cover Copyright © 2013 Leanne Burroughs

    Published by Highland Press Publishing at Smashwords

    A New Tradition

    1853, Saratoga Springs

    If that arrogant man complains one more time, I fear I shall strangle him, Abigail Sommers grumbled as she stormed back to the kitchen, the door slamming against her derrière as it closed behind her.

    George Crum, head chef, looked up from the order he was preparing. You had best not mean Vanderbilt again. I already redid his fried potatoes once. George harrumphed in displeasure. As if I do not know how to make potatoes after all the years I have worked at Moon’s Lake House. Fried potatoes are one of our specialties!

    Abigail slammed the plate on the counter. Well, the man is not satisfied. Said they are still too thick and soggy for his liking. Too bad he did not choose to stay home tonight. Of all nights for Georgiana to get sick and ask me to help. It is much more difficult than I imagined...taking someone’s order whilst trying to hide my face so no one recognizes me.

    George glared at the plate of barely eaten potatoes as he finished the gourmet touches to his latest creation. Well, the Commodore has gone one step too far this time.

    He smiled at Abigail. I am sorry you are receiving complaints. Nothing new around here, though. When our patrons get foxed, they tend to complain. No doubt it is beyond what you thought you would have to endure, but I am certain Georgiana appreciates you helping. Not many would work while visiting on holiday.

    Well, I could not turn my back on a friend. She is so excited about obtaining a job here, she thinks it is a lark. She posted a long letter to me about it. If she had not been eating in the restaurant the day several of the waiters fell ill, she doubts she would have been hired. She chuckled. But Georgiana has never been shy, so she took advantage of the owner’s need and volunteered to help. Few knew it, but with Georgiana’s father being sick, the family needed the money. Her friend loved her family too much to ever complain about having to work until they got back on their feet. Her dedication was one of the things Abigail loved about her so much. Abigail had cringed each time she headed out to the main room to take an order. What if someone recognized her from the hotel where they currently stayed? Father and Mother would be scandalized. Had she actually lived in Saratoga instead of just visiting so her father could use the medicinal springs, she never could have agreed to help. But she and Georgiana had become fast friends at finishing school, and she wasn’t about to let a friend down when she needed help. Abigail sighed, then continued, Sitting around the house all day is not for her. You know Georgiana; she hates needlework. And most other places will not even consider hiring women. When she asked me to assist for one night I could not say no.

    George arched a brow, reached for an already peeled potato, and started slicing. And what would your father say if he saw you here? In a tuxedo? With your hair piled up under a top hat? Doubt he would be pleased, although it is a good way to hide your hair.

    Abigail laughed softly. Oh, mercy! Do not even mention Father finding out! He would be appalled, and I would get a lecture for a week of Sundays on the proper attributes for a young lady. I truly do not believe his usual opinion on social consciousness would apply to me serving people in public. Although if Mrs. Elizabeth Stanton had her say, women would be treated equally with men regardless of the profession they chose.

    George looked appalled. Miss Abigail, do not let the owner hear you talkin’ like that. He and his missus have had numerous arguments over the issue, and he ain’t none too fond o’ that there Mrs. Stanton. Why, he came in here yelling one day that his wife and some friends had gone off with Miss Elizabeth to one of those Daughters of Temperance meetings.

    Abigail harrumphed. Well, I might not support all of her ideas, but I certainly believe some things Mrs. Stanton says have merit.

    George looked down at the potatoes in front of him, then glanced back up, a twinkle in his eyes. I assure you the Commodore will not say these potatoes are too thick this time. I am going to make them paper thin; thinner than anyone’s ever seen them before.

    ~ * ~

    Morgan Leighton watched the perky brunette swing out of the kitchen and head straight to the table next to his. He sure wouldn’t want to be the Commodore right now from the look in her eyes, but he wouldn’t mind getting to know the young lady. And though she was doing her best to make people think she was a man—bedecked in tuxedo and top hat—a young lady she definitely was. Her speech and carriage gave her away. A woman of obvious mystery, one of her status wouldn’t normally be working at a restaurant. Yet she was intriguing enough that he wanted to make her acquaintance so he could discover why. Not to mention her long legs and rounded bottom in the tuxedo pants practically made his hands itch wanting to touch them—her derrière, not the pants. To draw her into his arms and hold her close.

    After traveling by carriage all day to reach Saratoga, he hadn’t wanted to eat out tonight, but when his host suggested the local favorite restaurant, Morgan hadn’t had the heart to decline. After all, they were putting up with him for several weeks while he decided what he wanted to do with his future.

    Clearly the woman didn’t want to be recognized. She rarely looked anyone in the eye. In fact, she did her best to keep her face averted.

    A smile edged his lips. Yes, now he was glad he hadn’t protested. Sliding a finger beneath the too tight starched collar of his white shirt to loosen it, Morgan sat back in his chair to watch the fireworks.

    ~ * ~

    Abigail placed the fresh plate of fried potatoes on the large table. She wanted to dump it over the man’s head, but considering his wealth and social status, he was a valued customer. It wouldn’t do to lose a customer for Moon’s Lake House or to cost Georgiana her position. Plus, if she caused a scene, it would

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