A Look at Bullet Proof Bride

 

As some of you may know, there's a little series releasing called the Pink Pistol Sisterhood Series. Made up of USA Today, New York Times, and award winning authors, this series is sure to please everyone. My contribution to the series is Bullet Proof Bride, book four, and was a joy to write. For one, I set it in my fictional town of Nowhere, WA, and part of the story takes place on the famous Weaver Farm. I've been writing stories about the Weavers and their apple farm for years, and my readers have enjoyed a couple of generations worth of Weavers. When my character Goldie Colson meets the famous family, she doesn't know what to think! The farm is so large, it's like its own town, complete with a tiny train station and a chapel!

What's my book about? Here's the blurb:

When tragedy takes away her one chance at love, will another help her find it?

Goldie Colson has lost everything, including her parents in a fire. So, she does what any other woman would do in her predicament. She becomes a mail-order bride. Unfortunately, before she can tie the knot, she loses her betrothed and his father to train robbers! Now she’s stuck in Nowhere, Washington with nothing but the two mens' meager belongings, including a pistol her future father in-law found. Considering she shot one of the train robbers, it might come in handy if she ever ran into them again.

Rhys Miller couldn’t complain about his life. He was best friends with some of the Weavers of the famous Weaver Farm, and enjoyed working at the town’s only bank, even if it was a little dull. Then she came to town and Rhys didn’t know if he was coming or going. Goldie Colson was scared and rightly so. Strangers were asking after her at the Weaver Farm, and after hearing about what happened to her with a bunch of train robbers, a few of them might want her dead. But Rhys isn’t sure which is worse, guarding Goldie from danger or guarding his heart from her.

My story has a bit of suspense in it and of course there's a little action as well. What can I say, I'm an action adventure reader and writer at heart, and it's one of the reasons I love writing westerns. I also love creating quirky characters, and Nowhere is full of them!

Here's a little excerpt from the book: 

Goldie slumped in her chair. She’d been in Nowhere a little over twenty-four hours and concluded that it was the strangest town she’d ever been in. It was wonderful that the residents were so friendly, but to have Rhys and the Weavers buy her so many things that morning… then there was Mrs. Miller. Was she an angel? Goldie smiled at the thought. Mrs. Ferguson was crabby looking, but from the sounds of things, she wasn’t a mean person by nature.

When Hoskins returned, he handed her the list. “Sundays you’ll have free, but there are duties to be done the other six days of the week.”

She looked at the list and her eyes went wide. “Mr. Hoskins, is ironing your clothes the usual duty of hotel staff?” She arched an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, um, well, if you have time. We don’t launder our guests’ clothes or iron them. But Connie…” He wiggled his fingers. “Arthritis, you know.”

“I see.” She returned her attention to the list. “Clean the rugs in your private quarters?”

He shrugged. “It is part of the hotel.”

She sighed and got back to reading. “Cook? But you don’t have a dining room.”

He shrugged again. “Yes, but we must keep up our strength for the sake of our guests.” He batted his eyelashes.

Goldie stared at him slack-jawed. “I suppose these are all the chores the two of you perform on a day-to-day basis not only for the hotel, but yourselves?”

He flinched.

“Mm-hm.” She closed her eyes in resignation. They didn’t want an employee, they wanted a slave. Would she even get paid?

“You can start tomorrow bright and early by making everyone breakfast,” he announced happily.

She looked at him and sighed. “Mrs. Ferguson told me I would help with the hotel, nothing more. I will not be taken advantage of.”

He held up both hands as if she had him at gunpoint. She almost wished she did. “Now, now, Miss Colson. Can I help it if my wife added a few things to the list?”

She rolled her eyes. “Sir, I will help with the hotel for room and board, but I won’t be your maid, cook, laundress…”

“What’s going on in here?” Mrs. Ferguson stomped into the parlor. She saw the list and marched to Goldie’s chair. “What’s that?”

Goldie smiled at Hoskins and handed her the list.

Mrs. Ferguson started to read. “Hoskins!”

He looked appropriately sheepish. “Now dear, I was just trying to make your life easier.”

She spun on him. “She is not your personal servant, nor mine.”

“I… well… oh, blast.”

Goldie bit her lip to keep from laughing. Either Hoskins had grown lazy in his old age, or he really was trying to watch out for his wife. Currently, he was well chastised and red as a beet. “So I won’t be making breakfast.”

“Heavens, no,’ Mrs. Ferguson snapped. “I don’t even know if you can cook.”

Hoskins began to slink toward the door.

“And you!” She grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the center of the parlor. “Apologize.”

“But dearest…” he whined.

Goldie’s eyes were watering with the effort it took not to laugh. Nowhere was the oddest little town she’d ever encountered or probably ever would. “I’ve swept and mopped the floor as you asked and did some dusting. Will that be all?”

“Yes, Miss Colson. Take the rest of the afternoon and rest.” Mrs. Ferguson gave her a heartfelt look, the first she’d seen from the woman. “Take a walk, explore the town, nap, whatever you wish.” She frowned at her husband. “And as for you, we’re going to have a little talk about slipping into old habits."

I hope you enjoy all the books in the Pink Pistol Sisterhood Series, I know I am! It's an honor and a privilege to be in the company of such wonderful authors and to enjoy their writing as well! You can find my book, Bullet Proof Bride on Amazon.

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