My latest historical western romance series is titled, Letters of Fate. This is a series that is linked by the hero receiving a letter that changes his life and brings him to the woman who captures his heart.
Isaac is the second book in the series. When I was approached by Debra Holland to write a book for her new Kindle World Project which allows authors to write a story in her world of Sweetwater Springs and Morgan’s Crossing, Montana, I decided it was a good way to springboard my new series. The only concern was the fact Debra writes sweet historical western romance and I write hot romance with some violence in my books. I toned down the love scenes so they aren’t hot, but they are spicy. 😉 Since this is a book set in the west at a time when the law was few and far between, I left the violence in. However I do have a couple of Indians who add some humor to the story when they decide to protect the heroine.
Isaac is a mine guard at a small mining town with only ten women, two of which work at the saloon. The town is crude and has few amenities. I had to come up with a reason for the heroine to come to the mining town.
I decided she was coming because her father died without telling her where to find a gold mine he’d talked about in letters. The heroine started taking care of her ailing mother at a young age. After her mother’s death her father left, and at the age of seventeen she took care of her three younger siblings. The letter Isaac sends her about their father’s death is her wings to freedom. She leaves the farm in her brother’s hands and heads to Montana to find the gold mine her father talked about and gain her financial freedom from family and hard work.
The letter she returned to Isaac not only knocks his ability to care for her father but says she’s coming the Morgan’s Crossing. He doesn’t want anything to do with her, making for a lot of butting head’s when she arrives in Sweetwater Springs. But he also has a dream and it’s not to be a mine guard the rest of his life.
Isaac: Letters of Fate
Historical western filled with steamy romance and the rawness of a growing country.
Alamayda Wagner’s life has left her cynical, but also vigilant, and that’s what propels her to Morgan’s Crossing, Montana in order to uncover the secrets her father took to his grave. She quickly discovers her only hope includes trusting Isaac Corum. That soon proves to be expensive, and not just financially.
The last thing Isaac Corum needs or wants is a snooty woman telling him he didn’t do enough to save her father, which is what her letter implied. He’d helped the man more than most people would have, and swears he won’t go out of his way like that again. He’ll meet her at the Sweetwater Springs train station, deliver her father’s belongings, and send her back the way she came.
But, dang it all, the woman doesn’t do a single blasted thing she’s told, and Isaac can’t just sit back and let her go traipsing off into the mountains alone…
Darkness had enveloped the little building for nearly two hours when someone rapped on the window on the side of the building away from town. She crept over to the window and peered out. Isaac and a mule stood beside the school.
She raised the window. “Why didn’t you come to the door?”
“There’s lots of ideas goin’ around that you and I are headin’ out together because we’re both leavin’ tomorrow.” He grasped the bottom of the window, pulling his body up and bringing his face closer to hers. “I heard about Tulley. Are you all right?”
The concern in his voice brought a lump to her throat. She’d been keeping busy to not remember his harshness or the fact she’d shot someone.
“I-I’m fine. He was waiting in here when I came back from the store.”
“Back up, I’m comin’ in.”
She took three steps backwards, and Isaac’s upper body came through the window. He leaned forward, rolled onto the floor, and stood, all in one fluid motion.
Alamayda backed up two more steps and Isaac followed.
“Did Tulley hurt you?” he asked, his gaze peering into her eyes.
“Not really. He scared me.” Her heart beat fast in her chest. It had to be remembering this afternoon that made it race so and her breath to catch.
“Not really, isn’t a no.” Isaac put a hand on her upper arm, moving it up and down in a soothing motion. “Did he hurt you?”
“He grabbed my chin roughly.” The caring Isaac showed had her insides quivering. “But I poked my derringer into his belly and told him to back off.” Her anger started to rise remembering his smirk when he saw the small weapon. “He backed up and laughed when he saw my derringer. When he started back at me, I shot his ear. The shot and his yowling brought Mr. Jones and Mrs. Morgan.”
Isaac pulled her against him. She folded her arms between their bodies and laid her cheek on his shoulder. His leather vest was rough from wear.
“I’m sorry you had to shoot someone. Goin’ out like we are, you may need to shoot another.” He grasped her arms, holding her out and peering in her face. “Do you think you could shoot a man in his body if he were goin’ to harm you?”
The memory of the blood streaming down Tulley’s ear and onto his shoulder made her shudder. “I don’t know.”
Isaac drew her back against his chest. His hands moved up and down her back. “I can’t be with you all the time, Allie. You’re gonna have to be able to shoot a man if I take you to the mountains.”
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About the author:
Award-winning author Paty Jager and her husband raise alfalfa hay in rural eastern Oregon. She not only writes the western lifestyle, she lives it. All Paty’s work has Western or Native American elements in them along with hints of humor and engaging characters. Her penchant for research takes her on side trips that eventually turn into yet another story.
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