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Tempest in the White City: A Prelude to Fair Play
Tempest in the White City: A Prelude to Fair Play
Tempest in the White City: A Prelude to Fair Play
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Tempest in the White City: A Prelude to Fair Play

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When a World’s Fair Guard and the woman doctor assigned to treat him square off in the White City, a storm is brewing…

Hunter Scott is one of the elite. An 1893 Chicago World’s Fair guard specifically chosen for his height, physique, character, and ability to serve and protect. When he is overcome with debilitating abdominal pain, Hunter stumbles to the Fair’s infirmary only to discover the doctor is female—who ever heard of a female doctor? But even worse, she has the nerve to diagnose him, the toughest man west of any place east, with constipation—an unspeakable ailment in mixed company. What will happen when this tough Texan and attractive doctor face off? Either way, a tempest is brewing...
LanguageEnglish
PublisherHoward Books
Release dateMar 19, 2013
ISBN9781476726564
Tempest in the White City: A Prelude to Fair Play
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Deeanne Gist

Deeanne Gist has rocketed up bestseller lists and captured readers everywhere with her very fun, very original historical novels. She has won the National Readers’ Choice Award, Booksellers’ Best Award, USA Best Books Award, and stellar reviews. With a background in education and journalism, Deeanne has written for People, Parents, and Parenting magazines. Visit her online at IWantHerBook.com and at Facebook.com/DeesFriends.

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    TEMPEST IN THE WHITE CITY by Deeanne Gist is a humorous historical romance set in 1893 Chicago during the World's Fair. Oh my a big tough Texan,a Columbian Guard,Hunter Scott, and a little olde female doctor,Dr. Billy Jack Tate meet sparks fly and more. A prequel to "It Happened at the Fair". What follows can only be described as hilarious. Who would have thought constipation and enemas could be so funny. A must read. I can hardly wait for "It Happenend at the Fair". Ms. Gist has done it again. A quick,fun read!Personal Buy.RATING:4.5HEAT RATING: SWEETREVIEWED BY: AprilR, My Book Addiction Reviews

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Tempest in the White City

It Happened at the Fair Excerpt

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Of all the exhibits the Chicago World’s Fair had to offer, how had he ended up being assigned to the Woman’s Building? The Woman’s Building. Why couldn’t he have been put in the Government Building, where there were guns and cannons and a Civil War musket? Or an assignment to the secret service part of the command would have been good. As a Texas Ranger, he was certainly qualified.

But Colonel Rice gave no explanation for the jobs he issued, nor did Hunter question the man. Instead, he accepted his duty with as much dignity as he could muster, then took up a position in front of a building that had been designed by women, stocked by women, and run by women. They’d even wanted to plaster its exterior all by themselves, but the National Commission had put its foot down. Manual labor would be done by men, as well it should be.

He tried to imagine a woman on a scaffold, her voluminous skirts whipped by the wind as she tried to man a plasterer’s trowel. Impossible. One did not woman a plasterer’s trowel.

Still, after all the trouble the colonel had gone to in recruiting him, Hunter had expected something a bit more hazardous. The boys in Company A back home would have a hearty laugh if they discovered he’d taken leave from chasing desperadoes in order to guard a bunch of lace and embroidery.

A frail woman with a cane approached the wide, marble-like steps leading to the building’s entrance. The brim of her somber bonnet framed a face as wrinkled as a burned boot.

Jumping forward, he offered his arm, and caught a whiff of camphor rising from her black gown.

Thank you. Her drooping eyes examined the pompon on his blue fatigue cap, the whistle pinned to his left breast, the five rows of black braid cutting across his blue jacket like railroad ties, and the strip of red running down the seams of his matching trousers.

Straightening, he wished for the umpteenth time he’d been allowed to wear his Stetson and guns. But they insisted on the military cap, and the most they’d let him carry was a small sword that was about as useless as a knot in a stake rope.

You have on cowpuncher boots. Her voice was gravelly, as if she gargled with pebbles. Reminds me of my William. He was the third husband I buried, you know. And my, did he love his boots. He wasn’t as handsome as you, though he made up for it with charm. The next three didn’t hold a candle to him.

Next three what? he wondered. Husbands? She’d had six husbands?

What do they call you? she asked.

"Scott, ma’am. Hunter Scott, of

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