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Meg's Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #8
Meg's Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #8
Meg's Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #8
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Meg's Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #8

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This is a clean Western Historical Mail Order Bride Romance book that does not contain any foul language or sexual situations.

Meg Thornton's brother passed away less than a year ago.  Soon after his passing, her sister-in-law Cathy and her young daughter, came to live with Meg and her family.  Several months later, Cathy, lonely for male companionship, started corresponding with a man from Seattle, in Washington Territory. Soon, Cathy received a letter inviting her to Seattle, so they could wed. 

Cathy invited Meg to join her and her daughter on the cross-country trip for her to meet the new man in her life.  Although disappointed in Cathy because her brother hadn't even been dead a year, Meg agreed to join them on the trip west.

Within days of their arrival, Meg accepted a job working for Jake Marshall, her sister in law's new fiancée.  Meg soon realized that she was now attracted to her sister in law’s fiancée. Meg could never tell Cathy how she felt about Jake.

Is Meg bound for a lifetime of misery while watching her sister in law marry the man she's now fallen in love with?  

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Release dateNov 22, 2017
ISBN9781386177029
Meg's Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #8

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    Meg's Love - R L Butler

    Chapter 1

    Pacing before the large picture window of their home, Margaret Thornton waited for her escort to the dance at the town hall.  No matter what, Paul Blackman was always late.  Just once, she would love to have him arrive a little early.  She loved him, and Paul often told her that he loved her.  He’d even asked her father, Albert, for her hand in marriage, to which Albert had agreed.  But something stopped her from saying yes when Paul asked her .

    That was two years ago, when she was twenty-three, and she still couldn’t bring herself to accept his bi-annual proposal.  What was wrong with her?  Why did she have no desire to wed?  All the women she knew had not only gotten married, they’d had children.  Her parents seemed concerned, as well.  Both Albert and Gertrude Thornton expressed their wish that she would marry the handsome Paul Blackman.  But handsome wasn’t everything.

    Yes, he treated her well.  Yes, he was always a gentleman, not pushing her into a physical relationship with him.  In fact, he’d never even done more than express an interest in courting her.  So, why couldn’t she accept his proposals?  Was it just that she didn’t want to marry?  Or was there something more behind it?  Could it be that he only wanted her as his wife to further his position in her fathers’ law firm?

    Maybe, she thought, I haven’t fallen in love with him.  Loving him was one thing, but being in love with him was something else.  But he continued courting her, as though it were a given that she would say yes one day.

    Goodness, Meg, Gertrude asked from nearby, isn’t Paul here yet?

    Not yet, Mom.

    Meg turned to face her mother.  Her graying auburn hair was done up in a bun, and her green eyes looked almost blue-green against the sky-blue dress she wore.  Meg looked just like her, except for the gray in her hair, of course.  They even had the same tall, slim body.  Gertrude was modestly covered that night, whereas Meg wore a pale green gown that had a scooped neckline, and very short sleeves.  Meg’s bustle was stylishly rounded on her lower back, but her mother wore no bustle because she hated them.

    I don’t know how a man can keep a beautiful young woman waiting like Paul does you, Gertrude grumbled as she sank into her favorite wingback chair.  If he respected you in the least, he would be prompt.

    I agree, but what can I do, Mom?  I can’t force him to move faster.

    Is that why you keep rejecting his proposals?  Because he’s always late?

    Meg dropped into the rocking chair beside the window so she could still watch for him.  "I don’t think so.  I think it has more to do with me.  I don’t know if I ever want to be a wife, Mom, especially Paul’s wife.  I couldn’t do what you do day in and day out.  I love working with the lawyers at the firm.  It’s a very interesting job.  And they’re all interested in teaching me more."

    A man wants a wife to be at home, dear, Gertrude said.  He doesn’t want one who leaves every day and goes to work.  One day you’ll need to leave that job at the firm.

    Her mother was right, of course.  She loved her nieces and nephews and desperately wanted her own children; therefore, she would need to stay at home and raise them.  She just didn’t want children with Paul.  So why was she still agreeing to the courtship?  Was it just so she could go to socials with an escort? 

    All of a sudden, she wanted nothing more to do with Paul Blackman.  The clock on the mantle chimed, and Meg rose from her chair.

    Mom, he’s more than an hour late, she said.  Now I don’t feel like socializing tonight, so I’m going upstairs to change into my nightgown.  Mr. Powers loaned me a law book, and I think I’ll read some of it before I go to bed.  Would you tell Paul that I won’t be joining him when he comes?  Tell him I’ll talk to him at church tomorrow?

    Of course, dear.  Good night.

    Meg wished her mother a good night and lifted her skirts to go up the stairs to her bedroom.  On the way, she passed her sister-in-law’s bedroom and stopped at the open doorway.

    Hi, Cathy, she said.  How are you doing this evening?

    Catherine Thornton’s husband, Reginald, had passed away eight months ago, and although Meg herself grieved for her brother and best friend, she knew Cathy missed him even more.  Nights, she’d once told Meg, were the hardest.

    Not bad, Cathy replied.  Come in and see what I got in the mail today.

    Entering Cathy’s room, Meg accepted the piece of paper the petite blonde woman extended toward her.  After a glance at it, she stared at Cathy in shock, asking, You’re not seriously thinking of going there, are you, Cathy?

    Actually, I am.  I’m tired of wearing black all the time, and this man knows I’m a widow with a small child.  He doesn’t care.  He wants a wife, and we’ve written each other enough times that I know I could marry him.

    Does he know you’re still in mourning?

    I want to go out of mourning, Meg, Cathy insisted.  "I want to live again, and

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