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Excerpt (+ Giveaway): Cross the Ocean by Holly Bush

Posted August 15, 2013 by Holly in Promotions | 9 Comments

Cross the Ocean Extra LargeToday we have an excerpt of Cross the Ocean by Holly Bush to share with you.

1871 . . . The very proud Duke of Wexford was about to have his orderly world blown apart. At the age of twenty-four, Blake Sanders had wed a beautiful, dutiful wife and she had borne him three children. But now as mid-life approached, the Duchess had the unheard of temerity to leave him! Too mortified by her behavior to mix in ton company, Blake sought companionship with his best friend and neighbor, Anthony Burroughs, and his wife Elizabeth. But Blake had forgotten the Burrough’s were entertaining a houseguest, Elizabeth’s distant cousin, a spinsterish ‘Amazon from America’.

Gertrude Finch, a champion for women’s rights, had long ago decided most men were useless other than Uncle Fred who’d raised her on his horse ranch near Chicago. While traveling with other Suffragists, Gert lectured women on the perils of passion and the value of independence but thought of neither when Blake kissed her. While opposite in nearly every way, other than an attraction neither could deny, their one night of passion would change her world, and send Gert scurrying her way back home across the ocean.

When Blake discovered his heir had stowed away on Gert’s ship, he set out on his own adventure to America, to bring the boy home and to see Gert once again. Traversing America’s vast wilderness, Blake discovered that Gert had changed his life. Whether riding the rails or meeting common folk, Blake saw a whole new way of living but most of all, he realized something about love. He found he was not immune, and his heart could love, and love deeply.

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Chapter One

 

London 1871

“Pardon me?”

The starch in Mrs. Wickham’s black dress seemed to wilt as she quivered. The soft folds of her jowls shook. “The Duchess is not coming down, Your Grace,” she repeated.

The Duke of Wexford stood stock-still. The guests were to descend on his ancestral home in a matter of moments. The candles lit, the buffet laid, the flowers had bloomed on cue. The last remaining detail was the receiving line.

“Mrs. Wickham. There is a small matter of greeting two hundred and fifty guests arriving momentarily. The Duchess needs to attend them,” Blake Sanders, the Eighth Duke of Wexford, said sternly to his housekeeper.

When the woman had announced his wife would not be joining him, Sanders was certain he had not heard correctly. The Duchess knew her duties, as did he.  He turned abruptly to the staircase and stopped as a shiver trailed down his arms. He turned back. The rotund woman had not moved other than the flitting of small hairs peeking out of her mobcap.  After twenty-five years of service to his family, he supposed she stood rooted for good reason.

The Duke spoke quietly. “Is there a problem conveying this message, Mrs. Wickham?”

The woman swallowed. “Yes, Your Grace. There is.”

“What is it, Mrs. Wickham?” he asked.

It was then he noticed a folded piece of paper in the woman’s hand. As with most lifetime retainers, he had seen worry, seen anger and joy in her face. But never fear. And it was fear indeed that hung in the air, widened her eyes and had the missive shaking in pudgy fingers.

A lifetime later, in his memory, he would envision the slow transfer of this note as it made its way from her hand to his. The moments stretched out when life was sure – before he read it. With the reading, life changed, flopped perversely like some great beached sea turtle. So memory or God or mind’s protection lengthened the seconds until he read.

In the present, he snatched the note, unfolded it and recognized his wife’s script. He dared not glance at the still-present servant.  Blake Sanders read to the final line, folded the paper neatly and met Mrs. Wickham’s eyes. Had he been six, he may have hurled himself in the great black comfort of her skirts. But he was not a boy.

“The contents of this note, I gather, you read?” he asked.

The mobcap nodded. “Twas open and lying on Your Grace’s pillow.”

“Very well,” he replied and stared at the ornate wall sconce and the shadows the candles threw. The butler’s distant voice broke through his emotional haze. He knew he must ready himself for the onslaught of guests but not before he made clear his wishes with Mrs. Wickham.

“We must be certain the Duchess is left alone with such a malady.” His eyes met hers with a dark intensity. “You will be the only one in her attendance tonight.”

“Yes, Your Grace.” The housekeeper nodded to leave and turned back with tears in her great gray eyes. “The children, Your Grace? What if . . .?”

“I will handle the children tonight, Mrs. Wickham,” he answered.

She nodded and hurried away.

The composure he had been born with, cultivated, and that now ruled his life, wavered as he slowly made his way down the staircase to his butler. Briggs stood sentry near the newel post as he had done for as long as anyone could remember.

“The guests are arriving, sir,” the butler said.

“The Duchess is unwell, Briggs. Lady Melinda will stand attendance beside me.” “Very good, Your Grace,” Briggs replied.

Somehow Blake found himself between his children in the receiving line. On his left stood his seventeen-year old daughter, Melinda. Fifteen-year-old, William, the heir to the title, was to his right. Donald, the youngest, was certainly fighting his nursemaid to escape and peek through the balustrade at the splendor of the upcoming ball.

“Where is Mama?” Melinda asked softly.

“Terrible headache, sweetheart. She needs to stay abed,” he said and made yet another crisp bow. Melinda would make her come-out in a few short months, but she had not as of yet. Blake had made the decision to have her play hostess in an instant, not knowing what else to do.  “You are doing beautifully in her absence.”

Between greeting the next guests Melinda whispered to her father, “I’ll go to her as soon as I can. You know how . . .”

“No,” he shouted, startling guests in line and his daughter. Her look of shame and surprise shook him. His menacing gaze softened as he turned to her. “I didn’t mean to snap, my dear.”

Melinda’s lip trembled until an aging matron shouted in her ear. She turned a practiced, polite face the dowager’s way.

Moments in every life indelibly etch in the mind. The birth of a child. A father’s grudging respect seen in a wrinkled face. The first time love is visible in a woman’s eye. But that evening and all its details were a blurry mass of glad tidings and lies. Conversations muted amongst his thoughts leaving his mind only capable of a nod or the shake of his head. One stark moment glared. Blake’s longtime friend and neighbor, Anthony Burroughs, looked at him quizzically as he repeated his wife’s excuse. The man’s eyes bored into his, and Blake nearly spilled the details of his dilemma in the midst of the glowing ballroom. He shuttered his feelings quickly, but he knew Anthony was not fooled.

William and Melinda were so exhausted by night’s end that he had no trouble convincing them to wait to the following morning to regale their mother with the evening’s excitement. For himself, he could have cried for joy when the last guest left at nearly four in the morning. He sent his valet to bed, untied his neck cloth and slumped into the dark green damask chair in front of a wilting fire.

He would be a laughingstock. The Wexfords took their pride seriously today in 1871 the same as they had in 1471. The current Duke of Wexford had spent his entire life guarding against any impropriety that might sully that pride or good name. Married at twenty-four by decree of his father to Lady Ann Murrow, and a beautiful fair child, Melinda, was born nine months to the day from the date of his wedding. The heir, William, two years later with the spare, Donald, arriving seven years ago.

Blake did not over indulge at the game tables or with drink. He kept a trim figure, and while not vain, was never seen without proper attire. His estates were in order; he treated his servants fairly and generously and reaped the profits hence.

My life has been a model to the English aristocracy, Blake thought. Until now.  He withdrew the letter from his pocket and read again, that which his eyes saw but what his mind refused to believe. “I’m leaving you …” What in his life had he done or not done to deserve such treatment, especially from his wife, the mother of his children? The Duchess of Wexford for God’s sake, he railed silently. He continued reading. “He’s a well-to-do merchant…” Not even a peer of the realm.

Would Ann stop at nothing to humiliate him? How would he show his face in town? The English peerage took delight and excruciating pains to reveal or revel in another’s debacle or misfortune. They tittered about the smallest transgression – a loss at the game table, a stolen kiss exposed before the banns were posted. He would be branded, bandied about, laughed at behind his back until his last breath and beyond.

Blake wondered that when the Earl of Wendover heard this story, he would withdraw the arrangement for Melinda to marry his son. Blake had not told Melinda of the agreement because he had wanted her to enjoy her come-out without a cradle betrothal to dampen her spirit. Let her dance and meet young people and then tell her about the long ago made plans. But Blake admitted to himself there may be no triumphant union of two of England’s oldest families after the Duchess’s betrayal became public.

hbHolly Bush was born in western Pennsylvania to two avid readers. There was not a room in her home that did not hold a full bookcase. She worked in the hospitality industry, owning a restaurant for twenty years and recently worked as the sales and marketing director in the hospitality/tourism industry and is credited with building traffic to capacity for a local farm tour, bringing guests from twenty-two states, booked two years out.  Holly has been a marketing consultant to start-up businesses and has done public speaking on the subject.

Holly has been writing all of her life and is a voracious reader of a wide variety of fiction and non-fiction, particularly political and historical works. She has written four romance novels, all set in the U.S. West in the mid 1800’s. She frequently attends writing conferences, and has always been a member of a writer’s group.

 Holly is a gardener, a news junkie, and was the vice-president of her local library board for years. She loves to spend time near the ocean and is the proud mother of two daughters and the wife of a man more than a few years her junior.

 Holly is giving one copy of each of her books away! 

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What I Read Last Week

Posted April 9, 2012 by Tracy in Features | 11 Comments

Howdoo!

How are you all? I certainly hope you had a great week last week. Mine was damned busy but then I got 4 days off so I’ve had time to recover. I took today off as I knew I’d be busy with family yesterday for Easter. The girls had a great time at church yesterday and hunting for eggs after. They never get too old for that, do they? Lol

Oh – and fyi – my non mechanical hubby made me proud, hooked up the water in the fridge and now I have water and ice – yay!!!  

Not much else to say so I’ll get right to what I read…

I started off the week with a book that I read for The Book Binge called Romancing Olive by Holly Bush. This is a western historical which normally isn’t one of my go-to locations/times but the blurb sounded intriguing enough that I decided to go for it. I was glad I did. Puckered up 35 year old spinster Olive heads from Philadelphia to Ohio to get her niece and nephew after her brother and his wife are killed. What she finds when she gets there is pretty shocking and the kids have no desire whatsoever to go with Olive…ever. The kids were taken in by a neighbor, Jacob (age 25) and his three kids. Jacob offers a place for Olive to stay while she gets to know the kids until they are comfortable with her enough to head back to her home. They story follows Olive’s discovery of life and love and it’s a pretty darned good book. You can read more review here. 3.75 out of 5

Next up was Born to Darkness by Suzanne Brockmann. The first in the Fighting Destiny series. It takes place in the not too distant future but the world has changed dramatically. You can read my review here. 3.75 out of 5

Next up was The Duke’s Perfect Wife by Jennifer Ashley. Another one I read for The Book Binge and it was wonderful. This is Hart’s story and reunites him with his first love, Eleanor, who is a calming force in Hart’s uber-controlled world. It was a great love story and really showed a great side of Hart that we hadn’t seen before. Good stuff. 4.75 out of 5

Having Faith by Nancy O’Berry is the first novella in the Sweetbrier series and was my Tracy’s TBR Challenge read for the week. The series is about a place that is basically a high class brothel but the girls are educated and looking for protectors – the 3 books cover the “best” 3 girls. This story was about Faith and how she is up for grabs in a poker game – for the night with the option to continue the relationship long term. She really is hoping that one man will win her as she really likes him. The book, to me, was completely unrealistic. The way the story is set up really made me feel that Faith was completely snobby except when she was with Thaddeus, the man she hopes will win her. I know it’s a high class place but I felt like I was in the middle of a girls finishing school than a brothel. While the second half of the book was better it still was just an ok read for me. 2 out of 5

College Boys by Daisy Harris was my next read. This is set at Holsum College and has Chris finding out a huge fact about himself that he’s never known before – he’s gay. I’ll post my review this week.

Whitetail Rock by Anne Tenino is a free read on Goodreads and was great. The story is about a guy going home from graduate school for his break and meeting a butch cop. Despite the fact that Nik tries to get under Jurgen’s skin, Jurgen doesn’t give up pursuing Nik. It was a great story and definitely worth the read. 4 out of 5

Last for the week was Catch Me A Cowboy by Katie Lane. This is book 3 in the Deep in the Heart of Texas series. I did read book 2 but was a little lost because I hadn’t read book 1. This was better as I knew background and pretty much knew most of the characters going in. I’ll post my review later this week.

My Book Binge reviews that posted last week:
Romancing Olive by Holly Bush

Happy Reading!

Guest Review: Romancing Olive by Holly Bush

Posted April 8, 2012 by Tracy in Reviews | 0 Comments

Tracy’s review of Romancing Olive by Holly Bush

In 1891, spinster librarian, Olive Wilkins, is shocked to learn of her brother’s violent death at a saloon gaming table and her sister-in-law’s subsequent murder, traveling far from her staid life to rescue her niece and nephew, now orphans. She arrives to find the circumstances of her brother’s life deplorable and her long held beliefs of family and tradition, shaken.

Accustomed to the sophistication of Philadelphia, Olive arrives in Spencer, Ohio, a rough and tumble world she is not familiar with, facing two traumatized children. Her niece and nephew, Mary and John, have been living with a neighboring farmer, widower Jacob Butler, the father of three young children of his own and a man still in pain from the recent loss of his wife.

Real danger threatens Olive and Mary and John while Jacob and his own brood battle the day-to-day struggles for survival. Will Olive and Jacob find the strength to fight their battles alone or together? Will love conquer the bitterness of loss and broken dreams?

Olive Wilkins heads to Ohio to pick up her niece and nephew when she finds out that her brother and his wife have been killed. She is a spinster from Philadelphia and expects to pick them up and take them home in the blink of an eye. When she arrives at the homestead of the man who took them in after their parents were killed she finds a mouthy and obstinate 10 year old girl, Mary and her brother John who is younger and hasn’t spoken a word since he witnessed his mothers murder. Olive is shocked to learn the circumstances of her brother’s life and sooner rather than later resigns herself to the fact that she will have to stay in Spencer and get to know her relations before they’ll be willing to leave with her.

Jacob Butler who has been caring for the children is a widower and has 3 children of his own. He is trying to do the best he can at taking care of them and his crops but it’s very difficult. He’s none to pleased to have a pruny looking spinster invade his house but feels that he must be kind and offers her a place to stay.

Olive takes over the running of the house, the taking care of the children and giving the kids lessons. Jacob has a problem at first when Olive buys food and material for clothing for his kids but eventually gives in. After three months of living with Jacob, coming to know and soon love him Olive decides to stay in Spencer permanently. She becomes a much different person than she was when she arrived and has seen a different part of the world and her life than she thought even existed. She has a house built for her and her small family but will Jacob let her go once he finds out how much he misses her?

This was an interesting story. It has Olive, age 35, who is a confirmed spinster, finding out that there’s much more to life than sitting on a porch and letting life pass her by. The experiences that she has while at Jacob’s homestead are both hard and rewarding and actually end up making her a “younger” person. Jacob, age 25, truly starts to see a lighter side of Olive and their attraction grows. There are kisses in the story but really no sex until the end (and then it’s fade to black) so the story doesn’t rely on sex to get through the emotional barriers that the couple puts up. But I thought that really added to the overall effect of the romance in the end.

Olive got to realize that she could be someone who was deserving of love and Jacob figured out, eventually, that he could love another woman besides his deceased wife and still keep living. Happiness was something he believed died with his wife and it was a revelation to see him come to terms with his feelings for Olive.

I really liked the story as it had a true to life romance – not overblown or unrealistic. I loved Jacob and Olive getting to know each other and learning to be friends before they became anything else. There’s also some drama in the story and that added a bit as well. There is a slight bit of a Christian undercurrent but not so suggestive that it pulls away from the story.

Overall a very good read.

Rating: 3.75 out of 5

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