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Joan Johnston is the bestselling, award-winning author of many historical romances and contemporary romance novels. She received a master of arts degree in theater from the University of Illinois and graduated with honors from the University of Texas School of Law at Austin. She is currently a full-time writer living in Colorado.

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Chapter One

Hannah had never been so scared in her life, but running wasn’t an option. If she didn’t go through with her part of the marriage bargain, Mr. McMurtry might not go through with his. Her husband had left her alone in their room at the Palmer House Hotel to ready herself for bed. It had taken less than no time to strip out of her gray wool dress and put on the white flannel nightgown that was all she’d brought with her. She paced the outlines of the elegant canopied bed without ever going near it.

The room was luxurious enough to remind Hannah of the life she and her sisters and brothers had lost three years ago, when their parents were killed in the Great Chicago Fire. The six Wentworth children had ended up in the Chicago Institute for Orphaned Children, at the mercy of the cruel headmistress, Miss Iris Birch.

Hannah caught herself staring longingly at the fire escape through the fourth-floor window. The view blurred as tears of anger—terrible anger—and regret—enormous regret—filled her eyes.

Hannah felt trapped. Trapped by a moment of generosity she rued with her entire being. Why, oh why, had she listened to her tormented sister Josie’s plea?

Two months ago, their eldest sister Miranda had left the orphanage in the middle of the night with ten-year-old Nick and four-year-old Harry to become a mail-order bride in faraway Texas. Hannah, her twin sister Hetty, and Josie had been left behind to await news of whether Miranda’s new husband might have room for all of them.

They’d waited . . . and waited . . . and waited for a letter from Miranda. Weeks had turned into months with no news that she’d even arrived safely. No news that she was now a wife. No news about whether there might be a place for the three who’d been left behind.

Hannah and Hetty had been prepared to wait until they turned eighteen in December and were forced to leave the orphanage, if it took that long, for Miranda to send word to come. Josie had not.

Hannah tried to remember exactly what tactic her youngest sister had employed to convince her to answer that advertisement in the Chicago Daily Herald seeking a bride willing to travel west to the Wyoming Territory.

“We should wait for Miranda to contact us,” Hannah remembered arguing.

“That’s easy for you to say,” Josie had replied. “You only have eight more months of beatings from Miss Birch to endure. I’ll be stuck here for two endless years. You know she’s been meaner than ever since Miranda stole away with Nick and Harry. I can’t stand two more years here. I can’t stand two more days!”

Hannah had taken one look at the desperation in Josie’s blue eyes, owlish behind wire-rimmed spectacles, and agreed to marry a man sight unseen.

At least she’d had the foresight to get a commitment from Mr. McMurtry that he would bring her two sisters along on the journey, which entailed three arduous months traveling by Conestoga wagon along the Oregon Trail. The trip could have been made in sixteen hours by rail, but as a child in Ireland, Mr. McMurtry had been on a train that derailed, killing the rest of his family. He refused to travel on another train.

They would all probably die of cholera or drown crossing a river or be scalped by Indians or trampled by a herd of buffalo long before they got to Cheyenne, where Mr. McMurtry planned to open a dry goods store.

Even if they made it all the way to Wyoming, she and Hetty and Josie were headed away from Miranda and Nick and Harry, with little chance of ever seeing them again. Agreeing to marry a total stranger headed into the wilderness was seeming more harebrained by the moment.

What on earth had possessed her to do something so very . . . unselfish?

Hannah was used to thinking of herself first. That had never been a problem when she was the spoiled and pampered daughter of wealthy parents. It had even served her well at the orphanage, where food and blankets were scarce. Before Miranda had left to become a mail-order bride, Hannah had been perfectly willing to let her eldest sister consider the needs of everyone else before her own.

Now Hannah was the eldest, at least, of the three who’d been left behind. Now it was her turn to sacrifice. Although marrying a perfect stranger seemed a pretty big leap from giving up food or blankets.

She was lucky the groom hadn’t turned out to be seventy-two and bald. In fact, he was only middle-aged. Was thirty-six middle-aged? To a girl of seventeen, it seemed ancient.

Her brand-new husband had a thick Irish brogue and an entire head of the curliest red hair she’d ever see on man or woman. His nose was a once-broken beak, but it gave character to an otherwise plain face. His eyes twinkled, like two dark blue stars caught in a spiderweb of wrinkles caused by years of smiling broadly—or too many hours spent working in the sun. Oh, yes, she felt very lucky.

And very, very sad.

Her tall, rail-thin groom was not the man of her dreams. He wasn’t even close.

Hannah was trying to decide how difficult it would be to open the window and retreat down the fire escape when she heard a firm—but quiet—knock at the door.

She scurried away from the window as though her presence there might reveal her desperate hope of avoiding the wedding night before her. There was no escape. She was DOOMED. She’d been well and truly caught in the trap Josie’s agonized eyes had set for her.

Her husband had arrived to make her his wife.

Hannah’s heart was jumping like a speckle-legged frog in a dry lake. Even knowing who must be at the door, she called out, “Who is it?” Her voice was hoarse and breathy. Fear had constricted her throat. She cleared it and said, “Who’s there?”

“It’s Mr. McMurtry,” a quiet—but firm—Irish voice replied. “May I come in?”

Hannah realized her husband expected to find her in bed. She stared at the gold brocade spread that still covered the sheets. She needed to pull it back and get into bed. But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t!

To hell with being unselfish. She hated what she was being forced to do. She should have let Hetty do it. After all, Hetty was only two minutes younger! Hannah should have insisted they wait until Miranda contacted them. She should have told Josie No! in no uncertain terms. She should have run when she had the chance.

But she was married now, like it or not. And her husband was at the door.

Hannah curled her hands into angry fists and fought the tears that blurred her eyes and burned her nose. She hoped the coming journey was as dangerous as it was touted to be. Maybe her husband would die and leave her a widow and—

She brought herself up short and looked guiltily toward the door, behind which stood the man she was wishing dead. Wishing for freedom was one thing. Wishing another person dead to earn that freedom was something else entirely. That wasn’t how she’d been raised by her parents. Hannah was ashamed of having harbored such an unworthy thought.

No one had forced her to marry Mr. McMurtry. She’d volunteered to do it. She had to GROW UP. She had to put away childish hopes and dreams. This was her life, like it or not.

Hannah stared at the bed. She tried to imagine herself in Mr. McMurtry’s arms. She tried to imagine kissing his thin lips. She tried to imagine coupling with him. She couldn’t. She just couldn’t!

She groaned like a dying animal.

“Are you all right in there?”

Once again, Josie’s agonized gaze appeared in her mind’s eye. Hannah choked back a sob of resignation, then yanked down the covers and scrambled into bed, bracing her back against the headboard before pulling the covers up to her chin.

“Come in,” she croaked.

“Mrs. McMurtry? Are you there?”

Hannah cleared her throat and said, “You can come in, Mr. McMurtry.”

The door slowly opened. Mr. McMurtry stepped inside and closed the door behind him, but he didn’t move farther into the room.

Too late, Hannah realized she’d left the lamp lit, and that Mr. McMurtry would have to remove his wide-brimmed hat, string tie, chambray shirt, jeans, belt, socks, and hobnail boots—and perhaps even his unmentionables—with her watching. Unless she took the coward’s way out and ducked her head beneath the covers . . . or he had the foresight to put out the lamp.

Her new husband swallowed so hard his Adam’s apple bobbed, and said, “I had a cup of coffee downstairs.”

“Coffee will keep you awake.” Again, too late, Hannah realized there was a good reason why Mr. McMurtry might not want to go right to sleep.

Neither of them said anything for an awkward moment.

Then he said. “I’d better . . .”

Hannah watched as Mr. McMurtry blushed. His throat turned rosy, and then the blood filled his face, turning a hundred freckles into red blots on his cheeks.

He stammered, “I’ve dreamed about this . . . My whole life I . . . You are so beautiful.”

Hannah found herself staring back into her husband’s very blue eyes with astonishment. She’d known she was pretty, but this was the first time a grown man had remarked on the beauty of her blond curls and wide-spaced, sky-blue eyes, her full lips and peaches-and-cream complexion. It was surprisingly gratifying to hear such words from her husband.

Despite Mr. McMurtry’s speech, he remained backed up to the door.

Why, he’s scared, too! Hannah realized.

Her fear returned and multiplied. The situation was already mortifying in the extreme, but if he was inexperienced, who was going to tell her what to do?

“I’m really tired,” she blurted. Hannah dropped the sheet and put her hands to her cheeks as they flamed with embarrassment. “I don’t believe I said that.”

He chuckled.

She glanced sharply in his direction. “Are you laughing at me?”

“No, Mrs. McMurtry,” he said. “I was laughing at myself.”

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

He continued, “I’ve just married the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I’m standing rooted to the floor a half a room away from her.” His smile turned lopsided as he admitted, “You see, I’ve never undressed a woman before . . . or undressed before a woman.”

Hannah swallowed hard and whispered, “Never? Not even a . . .” She couldn’t say the word prostitute or soiled dove or even lady of the night. Ladies did not speak of such things.

He shook his head. “I’m Catholic. Fornication is a sin.”

“Oh.” Hannah couldn’t breathe. It felt like all the air had been sucked from the room. He was thirty-six, and he’d never been with a woman? This was going to be a disaster.
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Product Details

  • Series: Bitter Creek (Book 10)
  • Mass Market Paperback: 432 pages
  • Publisher: Dell (January 1, 2013)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0345527461
  • ISBN-13: 978-0345527462
  • Product Dimensions: 4.2 x 1.1 x 6.8 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.4 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (110 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #558,328 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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Hannah Wentworth McMurtry is a widow, who lost everything including her new husband. She married to save her family, now she is alone found in the wilderness until she is found by Flint Creed. Flint said he would marry the first woman he saw, he did not count on her being stubborn and gorgeous. His heart belongs to his brother's fiancé and if he cannot have her he`d just as well take a wife to make it easier to deal with not having the one he loves. Hannah needs a husband for her own purposes, even though the dream of true love is one she will have to throw away again, she decides to marry Flint, not knowing his heart belongs to another, dashing her belief he may grow to love her.

Bookswagger Marcia: Three Crowns, swagger jacked, decent read. I am a sucker for a good cowboy romance, I guess that is the Texan in me. Hannah is a heroine I liked, even though she was young she was always honest with herself. Not something that we see all the time in romances, you know our heroines are famous for their denial but hey that is what helps create conflict. Hannah admitted to herself she never sacrificed anything before, so why was she so willing to give up her happiness for her families and the well being of others. I mean we have all asked ourselves that even over small things. The hero Flint Creed was a brick wall. He thawed out in the end, but I would have liked to see more interaction between them as a couple, too much of their conflict came from other sources. When as feisty as Hannah was she could have created more havoc then she did. The main subplot of the story was Flints brother Ransom's issue with his fiancé (I will not spoil it for you), Flints self professed soul mate. I could have did without so much focus on Ransom, but this is a series and all the sisters lives seem to be intertwined with the Creed brothers so it will be interesting to see how it plays out for the other sisters.
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This was one tedious book! The plot was improbable, to put it mildly, but that wasn't what bothered me most. The dialogue was like a Möbius strip that endlessly looped back on itself until I was beyond irritated. It felt as if the author was trying to reach a word count without putting in the time or effort to come up with anything remotely resembling an original story line.

The gist: I want you, but I don't want to get pregnant because my mother died in childbirth, but I want to kiss you and hold you, but I don't want to go too far because I don't want to die in childbirth, but I don't want to lose you, but I know I will because you want to have sex, but I don't want to because I'm afraid I'll get pregnant and might die in childbirth like my mother. Sheesh! Poor, blue-balled Ransom! On and on it went between Emaline and her sexually frustrated fiancee until I wanted to poke myself in the eye with a sharp stick. With Hannah and Flint the refrain was equally uninspired and repetitive. He loves Emaline, but he wants Hannah. He can't have his brother's fiancee/wife, but he loves Emaline eternally and beyond measure, causing him great emotional turmoil and pain. Well... maybe, maybe not. He transfers his emotions fairly quickly. For Hannah, Flint's love/lust/fascination with Emaline is the issue that is repeated over and over again.

This rhetorical tail-chasing went on for 400 pages. There was very little story, very little emotional connection or character development. The rich-nasty-greedy-rancher-trying-to-steal-the-honest-rancher's-land-and-cattle trope provided filler. There was the obligatory Indian raid and kidnapping of a white girl. (She will reappear in a future book, I presume.
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Living in an orphanage, Hannah Wentworth felt she had no choice, but to become a mail order bride to a complete stranger. She needed to escape the abuse that went on at the orphanage and save her two sisters with her. Her new husband, Mr. McMurtry, agrees to take the three of them on, and they leave on a wagon train headed to Cheyenne. However, Hannah's younger twin gets them all into trouble, and they are quickly left behind the train. Soon, her husband is dead. She and her sisters are attacked, and Hannah is forced to seek help when a handsome stranger happens upon Hannah who has set-out for assistance.

Flint Creed vows to marry the next woman he comes across in order to stay honorable and not pine for the woman he can't have, his brother's fiancée. Flint quickly proposes marriage to the beauty, but he fails to tell her that he is in love with his soon-to-be sister-in-law, and the young Hannah keeps mum about the little bundle she is soon expecting too! Their marriage will be a necessary arrangement protecting each of them from secrets that they harbor. However, as danger threatens, they soon realize there is more involved than they had counted on and neither is sure of the other.

Wyoming Bride is an engaging historical romance that had you rooting for Hannah and her younger siblings as they sought a better life for themselves. The picture that was painted of their life at the orphanage was left to my imagination as I did not read the first of this series, but it had to be awful if they were willing to risk so much in Wyoming Bride. I was told that Hannah wasn't a selfless individual, but she seemed pretty selfless in Wyoming Bride, and I thoroughly enjoyed her attempts at making a better life for herself and her sisters.
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