Thursday, April 3, 2014
CARAVANNING THROUGH THE OLDE WEST...
Images of the perfect marriage and home in the new west dance through Rebecca’s mind.
Imagine. California. No more harsh winters. No more struggling. A dream come true.
She finishes packing her meager belongings and races to the covered wagon, placing them inside, excited and scared all at the same time. She pulls back an escaped lock of golden hair and sighs.
* * * * * * * *
Days turn into weeks as she and her family caravan through the vast, unsettled lands of America. With only dreams of wedlock sustaining her through this perilous journey, Rebecca longs for the day when she meets her betrothed.
As they enter New Mexico a fight breaks out.
In all the commotion, Rebecca is left behind.
Alone. Stripped of all civilization, she frantically searches for food, shelter, and water in a barren, sandy wasteland.
With the sun beating down upon her, she wanders helplessly, her mind unfocused and delirious, playing tricks on her. For two days and nights she manages to survive.
At daybreak her mind plays another cruel trick and she imagines a dusty figure on horseback fading in and out on the horizon. Blinking her eyes, Rebecca forces them to focus.
She shakes her head and whispers, “It can’t be.”
A tear escapes, trailing down a crease in her cheek.
It can’t be real.
I’m alone. My life is over.
Dropping onto a rock, salty tears flow into her chapped hands, stinging them. She raises her head and watches the mysterious image move closer.
Life is so cruel and unjust.
A dizziness whirls through Rebecca’s head. She hears a deep, raspy voice call out, “Maam. Are you alright?”
As she fades into darkness, her last thought drifts through her semiconscious mind…
Now I’m hearing things.
* * * * * * * *
Cool water soaks her parched lips. Rebecca’s crusted eyes blink open and locks them on the stranger. Tiny lines crinkle the corners of his golden eyes as he smiles.
“Ma’am. I thought I lost you there for a minute.” He smiles again. “What are you doing out here in this God forsaken place all alone?”
Rebecca gulps down water from his leather canteen, licks her lips, and stares at the stranger.
“I wish I knew. But here I am and here I’ll stay.”
His smile fades and his heavy brows furrow. “Ma’am. You can’t mean that. If you don’t die of dehydration or starvation, a rattler will get you for sure.”
“I can take care of myself.”
He laughs. “I can see that.”
“Don’t mock me, Sir.”
“Sir? I’m no Sir…I’m Seth. And your name, Ma’am?”
“What difference does it make now? But, if you must know, it’s Rebecca.”
He beams. “Well it does if we’ll be traveling together.”
Rebecca glares at him. “What on earth makes you think that?”
Seth brushes the sweat off his brow. “Because i’m not leaving you here for vulture food.”
What will happen to Seth and Rebecca on their risky journey westward?
Will they give into their growing attraction, each healing the other’s love-starved soul along the way?
Or will Rebecca honor her commitment to her betrothed in California?
Hmmmm. This certainly sounds like an intriguing romance, the old west, a rugged stranger and a stubborn woman. Nothing like turbulent chemistry. LOL.
Congrats Melissa and all the best with your novel!
New Adult / Adult
Western Historical Romance
Available May 2014
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