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    The Accidental Mail Order Bride
    The Accidental Mail Order Bride
    The Accidental Mail Order Bride
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    The Accidental Mail Order Bride

    By Ruth Ann Nordin

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    Eric Johnson’s real mail order bride shows up later than expected, and she quickly learns he is already married. Now Allie Jones is stuck in a small Colorado town with no way to leave. She must either marry the only suitable bachelor or risk being sold to the saloon’s owner to be one of the soiled doves. Seeing she has no real choice, she agrees to marry the bachelor.

    Rumored as being a monster by the people in town, Travis Martin is content to live alone, sheltered in the wooded area of the mountainside. The last thing he expects is a preacher when there’s a knock on the door. With great hesitation, he agrees to the marriage. He can’t confine such a beautiful young lady to the saloon, but he knows the marriage won’t be a happy one for her, not when she could have had someone so much better.

    So the best thing he can do is keep his distance and leave her alone. She, however, can't help but be intrigued by her new husband. Is he the ugly beast the people in town claim, or is there something beautiful worth loving just beneath the surface?

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    PublisherRuth Ann Nordin
    Release dateAug 27, 2016
    ISBN9781310412929
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    Ruth Ann Nordin

    Ruth Ann Nordin has written almost 100 romances, ranging from Regencies to historical westerns to contemporaries. She plays with other genres from time to time, but her first love is romance. She has been happily married for twenty-two years to a sweet and funny guy, and they have four sons, who are all taller than Ruth now that they're 16, 17, 19, and 20. The good thing is she doesn't need a ladder. She considers herself very lucky to have led such a charmed life. Being able to play with characters and create stories is just icing on the cake. Hopefully, she'll get to keep doing this many years to come.

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    The Accidental Mail Order Bride - Ruth Ann Nordin

    Chance at Love Series: Book 3

    The

    Accidental

    Mail Order Bride

    Ruth Ann Nordin

    The Accidental Mail Order Bride

    Published by Ruth Ann Nordin

    Copyright © 2016 by Ruth Ann Nordin

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    Cover Photo images Period images. http://www.periodimages.com/welcome-to-periodimagescom. All rights reserved – used with permission.

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    Table of Contents

    Dedication

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Chapter Fourteen

    Chapter Fifteen

    Chapter Sixteen

    Chapter Seventeen

    Chapter Eighteen

    Chapter Nineteen

    Epilogue

    Other Books in the Chance at Love Series

    Chronological Order of Ruth Ann Nordin’s Books

    Where to Find Ruth

    Dedication: To Sharon Fournier who has a kind heart and a wonderful sense of humor. Thanks for giving me a reason to smile!

    Chapter One

    First week of August 1878

    Colorado

    Allison Jones stepped off the stagecoach, relieved the long journey had finally come to an end. With all the swaying of the stagecoach for the past week, she felt as if she was still rocking from side to side, so it took a moment to gather her balance.

    Assured everything around her wasn’t jiggling around, she focused on the group who were gathered around her, most at a good distance. Three of the people approached her. A white man and woman with a black child. She glanced around, wondering if the man she was supposed to marry was anywhere in the group, but the woman spoke, directing her attention back to the three people.

    Are you Miss Allison Jones? the woman asked, her southern drawl similar to hers.

    Yes, but you may call me Allie, she replied. Glancing between the woman and man, she added, Do you know where I can find Sheriff Eric Johnson?

    I’m him, the man said.

    Oh? Allie took another good look at the woman standing next to him. It didn’t seem as if they were related. They looked too different. In fact, when she caught the way they looked at each other, it was apparent the two were in love. Are you the Eric Johnson who’s expecting me?

    Yes, I am, Eric replied. But the day you were supposed to arrive, Caroline came instead, and she brought this young boy with her. He gestured to the child, who seemed to be studying her with interest. I thought you were her, and I married her before I realized she wasn’t you.

    Allie forced her gaze off of the child and returned it to the couple.

    I didn’t realize he was the wrong gentleman, Caroline added, an apologetic tone in her voice. I was supposed to go to Georgetown and marry someone else. Caleb, she motioned to the child, wasn’t feeling well, and I was distracted with trying to care for him. She paused. I’m sorry, Allie. I never intended to take your place.

    The realization of what they were saying was finally sinking in, and Allie wasn’t sure what to do. She brushed a wisp of her golden hair from her eyes and scanned the crowd. They still kept their distance, but she wasn’t sure if they could hear everything that was going on or not.

    I know this is awkward, Eric said. It all happened so fast, and I just got the last missive you sent a few days ago.

    He pulled out a folded paper from his pocket and showed it to her. She opened it, and sure enough, it was the missive she’d written to him explaining why she’d been delayed in Missouri. She slowly folded it. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn’t go back to Tennessee. Her future hinged on being here.

    There is a bachelor, Eric continued. He lives out that way. He pointed to the north. He’s a good man. He’s twenty-three and has thirty acres of land. He takes care of odds and ends.

    She waited for him to explain what he meant by odds and ends.

    Instead, he said, Travis is quiet and shy, so it’ll take him time to get used to you. But I assure you, he’s gentle and kind, and he’ll treat you well.

    She glanced at Caroline, who gave her an encouraging nod.

    He’s lonely, the boy spoke up. He needs someone to love.

    Eric patted the boy’s shoulder. Caleb’s right. Travis would benefit from marriage.

    Once again, turning her gaze to the crowd, Allie asked, Where is he?

    He’s not here, Eric replied. To be honest, we didn’t tell him you were coming.

    She frowned. This didn’t sound promising. Why not?

    Travis, Caroline began, has a tendency to run from ladies. He ran from me when I came to his property to help Eric. I had to go to the building and knock on the door to get him to listen to me. Once he realized Eric needed his help, he came right out to assist him.

    Right, Eric added. He’s the kind of person who’ll go out of his way to help others when he can. I know you’re like that, too, because you stayed in Missouri to testify in a murder trial. He would have done the same thing. We think you’ll be a good match.

    Oh, well… Allie ran her fingers along the edge of the missive. Should she do it? Should she go out to Travis’ home and marry him? She hadn’t even written to him. He was more of a stranger to her than Eric had been. She cleared her throat. Is there anyone else I might marry?

    Like someone who was right here where she could see him and talk to him before making a decision?

    She scanned the group, who still kept their distance. There were some men of marriageable age there. Did they already have wives?

    I’m afraid there’s no one else, Eric told her, bringing her attention back to him. They either have wives or are too old to be a suitable match for you. And, unfortunately, this town is so small the only employment you could get is at the saloon.

    She frowned as she caught his meaning. She’d heard stories of men going to saloons to seek an evening’s pleasure with a soiled dove, but she had no desire to do that kind of thing. She didn’t know how many women would be happy doing it. Probably none.

    Well, she began, trying not to give into defeat. It’d been a long and tiring trip, and now things were worse since she’d been delayed in coming here. She’d thought the worst of it was behind her. But now she’d just learned another thing had gone wrong. I suppose I don’t have a choice but to marry the only bachelor in town.

    Travis is a good man, Eric said. I assure you, it’ll work out.

    Despite his reassuring smile, she wasn’t convinced. Not fully. What kind of man made it a point of hiding from women?

    Caroline seemed to pick up on her uncertainty, for she rested a hand on her arm. I don’t blame you for being scared, she whispered. The prospect of marrying someone you never met is absolutely frightening. I just hope it helps to know you’re marrying a good and honorable gentleman. He’ll be kind to you.

    Allie wanted to tell her she appreciated Caroline’s concern, but the words wouldn’t come out. All she could hope for was that Eric, Caroline, and the boy were right.

    Alright then, Eric said. I’ll get your things and put them in the wagon. Then we’ll get the judge and head on out.

    Judge? Allie turned to him as he went to the stagecoach. But I thought there’d be a preacher to conduct the ceremony.

    There was one here when you were supposed to come in, Eric replied, offering an apologetic smile. But he hasn’t been back since. I’m afraid the judge is the best I can do.

    Oh. Though Allie didn’t consider herself to be the superstitious kind, it seemed like a bad omen to be married by a judge instead of a preacher.

    The wagon is over there, Caroline told her.

    Reluctant, Allie followed Caroline’s gaze and saw the nearby wagon with two horses ready to take her to her new home. God only knew what waited for her, and truth be told, she didn’t want to find out.

    ***

    With a grunt, Travis Martin pounded the stake into the ground until it was secure. Out of breath, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He’d been working all morning to get this fence set up, and at long last, he had one more post to go. Just as he bent down to get the last post, he heard horses pulling a wagon up to his property.

    Stiffening, he saw the wagon through the trees along the winding path that lead up to his property. He squinted as he tried to figure out who was coming. After a moment, he realized it was Eric, his wife, their boy, and… His eyes grew wide. Another woman was there. And there was no man with her.

    He threw the post to the ground and hurried up the side of the hill. This wasn’t good. He hadn’t brought a hat with him, and he wasn’t even wearing a shirt. In fact, he wasn’t even wearing his undershirt! So few people ever came out here. Why did this day have to be the one when someone did?

    He dodged around the trees, managing to stay hidden from their view. Fortunately, he reached the building before they pulled up to the cottage. Out of breath, he threw on his undershirt. Too late, he remembered that he hadn’t brought out his shirt and hat to the building.

    With a groan, he wiped his dark hair away from his eyes and glanced out the small window which had a perfect view of his cottage. Eric pulled on the reins of the horses, and the wagon came to a stop. Usually, he didn’t mind it when Eric came out here, but Eric knew how he felt about bringing women out to his property.

    It was one thing to show his scarred face and monstrous frame to a man. It was something else to offend a woman’s delicate sensibilities by exposing her to someone as ugly as himself.

    To his horror, another person came up onto his property. It was a man on a horse. And if he saw right, the middle-aged man was the judge. Why would Eric be bringing a judge with him? Travis hadn’t done anything wrong.

    Then Travis remembered Abe’s visit the previous month. Abe had told him about Eric marrying the wrong woman. Apparently, his mail-order bride hadn’t shown up when she was supposed to. Travis knew so little of what happened in town, but he knew there were very few women, especially ones in their early twenties.

    Now, he couldn’t be sure, but he had a nagging suspicion the blonde-haired beautiful woman stepping down from the wagon was supposed to have been Eric’s bride. And that was bad. Really bad. Eric had never brought a woman out here before, except for the one time he needed help with Lydia’s dead body.

    Travis watched as the judge got off his horse. Scooting away from the window, Travis went to the door and opened it a crack so he could hear what they were saying.

    Are you sure this is a good idea? the blonde woman asked.

    It had to be the blonde asking since he didn’t recognize her voice out of everyone lurking outside his cottage.

    I’m sure. That was Eric. Travis will be a good husband to you.

    Travis’ jaw dropped. Eric couldn’t be serious. Didn’t he know what people thought about him? Didn’t he pay attention to all the rumors that circulated through town? Travis rarely ever made it to town, and he knew what those folks were saying. Surely, Eric had some notion of it, too.

    Someone knocked on the door of his cottage, and everyone waited in silence for a good minute before the judge said, I don’t think he’s here.

    Of course, Eric replied with a laugh. He stays busy. He wouldn’t be in his home while there’s work to be done. I bet he’s in his barn or his workshop.

    Travis grimaced. Why did Eric have to know him so well? And this brought up the same question Travis had before. Why would Eric willingly bring a lovely young woman out here to marry him when he knew full well how hideous he was? Didn’t he care at all about her? She ought to be spared the misery. Especially an entire lifetime of it.

    Footsteps made him bolt straight up. He had to hide! But where? At the moment, he was trapped in this building. He’d never fit through the small windows.

    He turned back to the piles of wood, scraps, and other odds and ends that he used to make things. Was there a suitable hiding place somewhere in all this rubble?

    A knock came at the door behind him. Without thinking, he darted behind a pile of wood and knelt behind it. It didn’t cover him completely, but it’d have to do.

    Travis? Eric called out from the other side of the door.

    Travis didn’t answer. Maybe if he kept quiet, they’d all go away.

    That, unfortunately, didn’t happen because he heard the door creak open. Travis grimaced. Why hadn’t he ever put a lock on that door?

    It’s just me, Travis, Eric told him, shutting the door behind him.

    Travis continued to keep quiet. With any luck, Eric would assume he wasn’t there and leave.

    I can see the top of your head from behind that wood pile, Eric said.

    Just his luck. Eric was much too observant. I’m not fully dressed, Travis replied, not bothering to come out. My hat and shirt are in the cottage.

    Is that all? Well, I can get those for you.

    What do you want? Travis asked.

    Eric might as well come out with it. If he intended to ruin a poor woman’s life, he ought to admit it. But even as Travis thought this, he was hoping Eric would have a change of heart. He was hoping Eric would make up some excuse, like needing a piece of wood or metal, before taking the woman to some other man who could marry her.

    Eric let out a tentative chuckle. The funniest thing happened. You see, the mail-order bride I was expecting finally came in. She was delayed in Missouri. She saw someone kill another person on the train and had to stay in town to testify in court.

    Leave it to Eric to not get to the point. Abe would just come out and say what he wanted, but Eric liked to talk. Usually, that wouldn’t bother him. But today, Eric hadn’t come to ask for his help with a dead body or making arrangements for a funeral.

    Actually, Eric continued, I came because I think you and Allie will be good together.

    Allie?

    Allison Jones. She likes to be called Allie. She’s from Tennessee. There’s a lot of poverty in that part of the country. Anyway, she has no way to support herself. I was going to marry her, but then Caroline came. Well, you know how that worked out. I married Caroline, and since that’s the case, I can’t marry Allie.

    I’m not marrying her, Travis blurted out, figuring he might as well just come out and say it. Why prolong the inevitable?

    Now, you didn’t let me finish.

    I don’t need to. I’m not marrying her. I’m not marrying anyone. I like being alone.

    Hold on. Let me finish.

    What’s the point? The answer isn’t going to change.

    As if Travis hadn’t spoken, Eric said, Allie’s real good at cooking. I know you like the food Lois makes. You’re always bartering things to get something from her. Wouldn’t it be even better if you could have a nice, home cooked meal every day? Why, you wouldn’t have just one meal. You’d have two. Or maybe even three. She enjoys being in the kitchen.

    I eat just fine already, Travis replied. Really, if Eric thought he was so simple he’d agree to the marriage for that reason, he was sorely mistaken.

    "Allie’s also good at housekeeping. I notice you do a lot of things outside. You keep busy

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