Spotlight: Conner's Contrary Bride by Barbara Goss
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Beauty of love is that you can fall into it with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.
Dr. Connor Beauregard Van Gates the IV, of Hays City, Kansas, and Elsie Crenshaw of Gobbler's Knob, West Virginia, use a successful matchmaker to bring them together by using questionnaires to sort out their likes and dislikes. However, a catastrophe occurs and things get very mixed up.
The couple has so many differences that Connor is caught rolling his eyes often. What has he done?
Will it take a band of heartless bank robbers and a lecherous step-father to finally bring them together?
Excerpt
Prologue
Spring 1870
Agatha sighed and stretched her shoulders which were stiff after bending over the papers on her desk for hours. She rubbed her neck, sighed, and smiled at her cat, Cleo, who sat on the desk’s edge, watching her.
“We did it, Cleo. This month’s matches are complete.” She scratched Cleo’s head. “Now, I’ll have a few days to rest before the next batch arrives.”
“Grandmother!”
“Yes, Maggie?” Agatha replied loudly.
“I can’t find my Sunday shoes.”
Agatha got slowly up from her chair, rubbed her back, and called, “I’ll be right up.” She looked at Cleo. “Oh, dear! It’s past your dinner time.” She stroked the cat’s back and said, “I’ll be right back as soon as I find Maggie’s shoes.”
As well as running regular newspaper ads to bring clients to her successful matchmaking business, she raised her deceased daughter’s child, Margaret, for the past six years. Maggie was now eighteen, and Agatha hoped to teach her the matchmaking business eventually, so she could retire. Her body ached for that to happen.
After climbing the stairs painfully, she entered Maggie’s room and found the shoes under the bed.
“Did you even look there?” Agatha asked.
“I thought I had.” Maggie shrugged. She embraced her grandmother. “Thank you.”
Agatha rubbed Maggie’s back lovingly. “You might consider my age and look more carefully next time. Those stairs get steeper by the day.”
Maggie nodded contritely.
“Come down and set the table. I can tell by the aroma that the roast is done.”
Agatha descended the stairs carefully and returned to the den. She stopped short, her eyes barely focusing on the scene before her as her papers flew from one end of the room to the other. She grabbed her head with both hands and gasped.
The cat had spread the matches throughout the room. Cleo rolled over the papers, pouncing on them playfully while scattering them in obvious delight with her tail.
“Cleo!” She gasped before closing her eyes and falling backward. She would have fallen to the floor had her granddaughter not caught her.
“Oh, my!” was all Maggie could mutter.
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About the Author
Barbara Goss lives in Western New York and to date has written 48 Christian and/or Sweet Romance books, mostly westerns. She enjoys crossword puzzles, penny slots, reading, swimming, and her two cats, but not necessarily in that order. She tries to write exciting stories with a bit of God's word spread within, without dominating the story.
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