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Meet the Weavers
by Kit Morgan
About Meet the Weavers: (A Collection of Weaver
Tales from the Holiday Mail-Order Bride Series)
MEET
THE WEAVERS! They’re loud, they’re boisterous, totally unpredictable and,
they’re looking for wives. Now all your favorite Weaver books and stories from
the Holiday Mail-Order Bride series are together in one volume! Read about
Arlan, Benjamin and Calvin Weaver as they traverse life and love on the Weaver
farm along with a few added surprises. It’s one big happy family in one big
fun-filled book! If you’ve never met the Weaver’s, then here’s a little
glimpse:
ARLAN: Arlan had often thought of getting himself a mail order bride, but now that he had, he wasn’t sure the pretty little thing The Ridgley Mail-Order Bride Service sent him was tough enough to handle farm life, let alone his brothers. But Arlan soon found his new little wife was chock full of surprises. In more ways than one.
ARLAN: Arlan had often thought of getting himself a mail order bride, but now that he had, he wasn’t sure the pretty little thing The Ridgley Mail-Order Bride Service sent him was tough enough to handle farm life, let alone his brothers. But Arlan soon found his new little wife was chock full of surprises. In more ways than one.
Samantha
Carter never considered becoming a mail order bride. She was to marry as soon
as she turned eighteen and be out of her uncle’s hair not to mention his house.
But her uncle had other plans, and wanted Samantha for himself. Discovering his
intentions, she ran to the only mail-order bride service she knew of, and
begged Mrs. Ridgley to send her somewhere, ANYWHERE that would get her away
from her lecherous relative. And so, Mrs. Ridgley sent her to Nowhere.
BENJAMIN: The Weaver clan was growing. Not only was Arlan, Ma Weaver’s oldest son and his wife about to have a baby, but Benjamin, one of her identical twins, was about to get his very own mail-order bride! Ma Weaver couldn’t be happier! Sure, Benjamin and his brothers had been sheltered in the small valley where they lived most of their lives, and maybe they didn’t live as fancy as some folks. But they lived well, and Ma Weaver was determined her sons would marry well too.
BENJAMIN: The Weaver clan was growing. Not only was Arlan, Ma Weaver’s oldest son and his wife about to have a baby, but Benjamin, one of her identical twins, was about to get his very own mail-order bride! Ma Weaver couldn’t be happier! Sure, Benjamin and his brothers had been sheltered in the small valley where they lived most of their lives, and maybe they didn’t live as fancy as some folks. But they lived well, and Ma Weaver was determined her sons would marry well too.
Charity
Cross discovers just that when she becomes Benjamin’s mail-order bride. But
Charity has a secret, something with the power to tear them apart if she isn’t
careful. The problem is, she has no idea how or what “careful” looks like. Not
after what she’s been through …
CALVIN: First Arlan, the oldest, got himself a mail-order bride, followed by his younger brother Benjamin, one of identical twins. Now it was Calvin’s turn. But Calvin’s mail-order bride was different, really different. For one, she was Italian, an immigrant who spoke broken English. She was also the most beautiful woman Calvin had ever seen. But this vision of loveliness had a not so lovely secret. Can Calvin and his new bride make a go of it while other secrets threaten the family’s peaceful existence? Find out in this hilarious romp with the Weavers!
Enjoy this collection of sweet, clean, historical western books of mail-order brides and romance!
CALVIN: First Arlan, the oldest, got himself a mail-order bride, followed by his younger brother Benjamin, one of identical twins. Now it was Calvin’s turn. But Calvin’s mail-order bride was different, really different. For one, she was Italian, an immigrant who spoke broken English. She was also the most beautiful woman Calvin had ever seen. But this vision of loveliness had a not so lovely secret. Can Calvin and his new bride make a go of it while other secrets threaten the family’s peaceful existence? Find out in this hilarious romp with the Weavers!
Enjoy this collection of sweet, clean, historical western books of mail-order brides and romance!
Excerpt:
“Look,
Ma!” Benjamin pointed. “The dance done started already!”
Mary
straightened her hat, then turned on the wagon seat and glared at her three
sons sitting in the back. Judging from the number of wagons parked outside, the
whole town was there. “Promise me you’ll behave yourselves. No fights, no
clumsiness, no name-calling.”
“But
Ma,” Daniel protested. “We never call anyone names. That wouldn’t be polite.”
“I’m
talking about each other!”
“Oh,
that.” Daniel hung his head.
“Don’t
worry, Ma,” Arlan said from beside her. “I’ll see they stay outta trouble.”
“Thank
you, Arlan,” she said. “Maybe in another year or so you won’t have to.”
Arlan
glared at his brothers. “I shouldn’t have to now.”
Calvin
and Benjamin glared back. Daniel just sat and looked guilty.
Arlan
eyed his youngest brother a moment before he looked for a place to park the
wagon. When he finally found a spot, he guided the team of horses into it and
brought them to a halt. After setting the brake, he hopped down and helped his
mother out. His brothers jumped out of the wagon bed and slapped each other on
the backs, excited smiles on their faces.
Music
could be heard coming from inside the town’s meeting hall along with laughter
and a cacophony of voices, many of them female. Calvin and Benjamin quickly
finger-combed their reddish brown hair and straightened their jackets. Arlan
caught the action and shook his head. “I dunno why ya two bother. What woman in
her right mind’s gonna take a shine to the likes of you?”
“Us?”
Benjamin said, affronted. “What about you? Yer ‘bout as agreeable as a
rattler.”
“And
bossy too,” Calvin tossed in.
“Arlan’s
right,” their mother said. “You two had better mind your manners. Remember what
happened last time we came to town!”
The
twins looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Sure ‘nough do, Ma!” Calvin
said.
“Yeah,
that was one of the best!” added Benjamin.
“Best
of what?” Arlan asked. “Embarrassin’ the family?”
“Yer
a fine one to talk!” Benjamin said. “After all, wasn’t me or Calvin that got in
a fight with Spencer Riley over that Lily Pembrook a few years back.”
“This
has nothin’ to do with that,” Arlan said. “I’m talkin’ ‘bout the time ya two
made that scarecrow or whatever it was and tossed it at the front window of the
meetin’ hall.”
The
twins glanced at each other, smiles on their faces. “Oh yeah, we plumb forgot
‘bout that!” Calvin said with glee.
Benjamin
smacked him on the back. “Nellie Davis thought it was a real person!”
“You
broke the window,” their mother reminded them sourly.
“Yeah,
Ma,” Calvin agreed. “But the look on Nellie Davis’ face was worth it!”
“Was
it worth it to see me have to pay for it?”
That
did the trick. The twins sobered and hung their heads. “Oh, forgot about that,”
Benjamin mumbled.
“Don’t
worry, Ma.” Calvin put an arm around her. “We’ll make sure nothin’ happens
tonight. We ain’t ten years old, ya know.”
“Ain’t
ya?” Arlan asked sardonically. He plucked a huge basket from the back of the
wagon, glared at his brothers once more, then offered his mother his arm.
“Why,
thank you Arlan,” she said. She looked at her other sons. “See boys, this is
how it’s done.”
As
soon as she and Arlan started for the meeting hall, Calvin offered Benjamin his
arm. “Shall we?”
“But
of course,” Benjamin said in a high-pitched voice.
Daniel
rolled his eyes and shoved past. “Don’t embarrass us!”
The
twins stopped short. “Since when’s he worried about that?” Calvin asked.
“Yeah,
he don’t usually side with Ma and Arlan,” Benjamin agreed.
“‘Less
he’s got somethin’ up his sleeve,” Calvin suggested.
Benjamin
sighed. “Looks like we better make sure l’il Daniel ain’t the one that does the
embarrassin’ this evening.”
“Yeah,
best keep an eye on him,” Calvin slapped his brother on the back. “Let’s have
some fun.” They set off at a trot to catch up.
When
they reached the meeting hall’s double doors, Benjamin and Calvin could hardly
contain their excitement. They didn’t come to town often, but when they did
they always made sure they had a good time. Even if they did have to watch
Daniel, they both knew the evening would be fun. “Just listen to that fiddle!”
Calvin said. “I’m gonna find me a pretty gal to dance with!”
Arlan
shook his head and set his jaw. “Mind yerselves,” he growled.
Calvin
bowed to his mother. “May I have the first dance?”
Mary
Weaver giggled. “Why, Calvin, of course you can. I thought you’d never ask.”
Calvin
smirked at Arlan, then whispered to Benjamin. “How much ya wanna bet he makes
just as much ruckus as we do?”
Benjamin
laughed and opened the doors. “Ya know as well as I do that’s exactly what’s
gonna happen.”
About Kit Morgan:
A
consistent Top 100 lists bestseller, Kit Morgan, aka Geralyn Beauchamp, has
been writing for fun all of her life. When writing as Geralyn Beauchamp, her
books are epic, adventurous, romantic fantasy at its best. When writing as Kit
Morgan they are whimsical, fun, inspirational sweet and clean stories that
depict a strong sense of family and community. She hopes you will enjoy reading
this first book in the Mail Order Bride Ink series.
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Excerpt:
“Look,
Ma!” Benjamin pointed. “The dance done started already!”
Mary
straightened her hat, then turned on the wagon seat and glared at her three
sons sitting in the back. Judging from the number of wagons parked outside, the
whole town was there. “Promise me you’ll behave yourselves. No fights, no
clumsiness, no name-calling.”
“But
Ma,” Daniel protested. “We never call anyone names. That wouldn’t be polite.”
“I’m
talking about each other!”
“Oh,
that.” Daniel hung his head.
“Don’t
worry, Ma,” Arlan said from beside her. “I’ll see they stay outta trouble.”
“Thank
you, Arlan,” she said. “Maybe in another year or so you won’t have to.”
Arlan
glared at his brothers. “I shouldn’t have to now.”
Calvin
and Benjamin glared back. Daniel just sat and looked guilty.
Arlan
eyed his youngest brother a moment before he looked for a place to park the
wagon. When he finally found a spot, he guided the team of horses into it and
brought them to a halt. After setting the brake, he hopped down and helped his
mother out. His brothers jumped out of the wagon bed and slapped each other on
the backs, excited smiles on their faces.
Music
could be heard coming from inside the town’s meeting hall along with laughter
and a cacophony of voices, many of them female. Calvin and Benjamin quickly
finger-combed their reddish brown hair and straightened their jackets. Arlan
caught the action and shook his head. “I dunno why ya two bother. What woman in
her right mind’s gonna take a shine to the likes of you?”
“Us?”
Benjamin said, affronted. “What about you? Yer ‘bout as agreeable as a
rattler.”
“And
bossy too,” Calvin tossed in.
“Arlan’s
right,” their mother said. “You two had better mind your manners. Remember what
happened last time we came to town!”
The
twins looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Sure ‘nough do, Ma!” Calvin
said.
“Yeah,
that was one of the best!” added Benjamin.
“Best
of what?” Arlan asked. “Embarrassin’ the family?”
“Yer
a fine one to talk!” Benjamin said. “After all, wasn’t me or Calvin that got in
a fight with Spencer Riley over that Lily Pembrook a few years back.”
“This
has nothin’ to do with that,” Arlan said. “I’m talkin’ ‘bout the time ya two
made that scarecrow or whatever it was and tossed it at the front window of the
meetin’ hall.”
The
twins glanced at each other, smiles on their faces. “Oh yeah, we plumb forgot
‘bout that!” Calvin said with glee.
Benjamin
smacked him on the back. “Nellie Davis thought it was a real person!”
“You
broke the window,” their mother reminded them sourly.
“Yeah,
Ma,” Calvin agreed. “But the look on Nellie Davis’ face was worth it!”
“Was
it worth it to see me have to pay for it?”
That
did the trick. The twins sobered and hung their heads. “Oh, forgot about that,”
Benjamin mumbled.
“Don’t
worry, Ma.” Calvin put an arm around her. “We’ll make sure nothin’ happens
tonight. We ain’t ten years old, ya know.”
“Ain’t
ya?” Arlan asked sardonically. He plucked a huge basket from the back of the
wagon, glared at his brothers once more, then offered his mother his arm.
“Why,
thank you Arlan,” she said. She looked at her other sons. “See boys, this is
how it’s done.”
As
soon as she and Arlan started for the meeting hall, Calvin offered Benjamin his
arm. “Shall we?”
“But
of course,” Benjamin said in a high-pitched voice.
Daniel
rolled his eyes and shoved past. “Don’t embarrass us!”
The
twins stopped short. “Since when’s he worried about that?” Calvin asked.
“Yeah,
he don’t usually side with Ma and Arlan,” Benjamin agreed.
“‘Less
he’s got somethin’ up his sleeve,” Calvin suggested.
Benjamin
sighed. “Looks like we better make sure l’il Daniel ain’t the one that does the
embarrassin’ this evening.”
“Yeah,
best keep an eye on him,” Calvin slapped his brother on the back. “Let’s have
some fun.” They set off at a trot to catch up.
When
they reached the meeting hall’s double doors, Benjamin and Calvin could hardly
contain their excitement. They didn’t come to town often, but when they did
they always made sure they had a good time. Even if they did have to watch
Daniel, they both knew the evening would be fun. “Just listen to that fiddle!”
Calvin said. “I’m gonna find me a pretty gal to dance with!”
Arlan
shook his head and set his jaw. “Mind yerselves,” he growled.
Calvin
bowed to his mother. “May I have the first dance?”
Mary
Weaver giggled. “Why, Calvin, of course you can. I thought you’d never ask.”
Calvin
smirked at Arlan, then whispered to Benjamin. “How much ya wanna bet he makes
just as much ruckus as we do?”
Benjamin
laughed and opened the doors. “Ya know as well as I do that’s exactly what’s
gonna happen.”
About Kit Morgan:
What a family these folks be, and what fun to read. Doris
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