When rancher and single father Cam McBride finds a letter tucked in a strip of cloth tied to a tumbleweed, he is captivated by the mysterious author. Finding a second tumbleweed letter further pulls him under the lonely writer’s spell. He needs a mother for his little boy and a wife to warm his bed. Could this mysterious woman fill his needs?
Sophie Flannigan is alone, scared, and on the run from a rogue Pinkerton agent. She spends her days as a scrub lady at Madame Dora’s brothel and her nights writing notes to the four winds. Her life holds little hope until a small boy lays claim to her and his handsome father proposes an advantageous arrangement.
Can these three benefit from a marriage of convenience, or will a determined Pinkerton agent destroy their fragile, newly formed bond?
Review: Davis is a new to me author and I enjoyed reading this western novella. There was a lot packed into ninety seven pages and it didn’t disappoint. I was drawn in from the first page to the last and read it in one sitting in a couple of hours.
The story line had romance and love, heartache, fear, tears, a town with businesses including a whorehouse, a ranch, a few Native Americans, happiness and laughter. The characters were multifaceted and Sophie Catherine and Cam who were thrust together due to circumstances did indeed belong together even with his dead wife’s memories hanging over him. She was also the mother that Eli so desperately needed. Their first meeting was a hoot and it was interesting to see how the tumbleweed letters played a role in bringing them together. Madam Dora was more caring than she would want people to know and looked out for Sophie when she got into town.
The descriptions of the weather had me feeling the cold and the snow and I could envision the filth that was in the cabin from a year of Cam living just with his son and having to take care of the ranch and the animals too. There was nice closure and a happily ever after. I hope to add other books that Davis has written to my always growing TBR pile.
Favorite Quote: …She went to the window in the parlor to see if she could spot him, and that’s when her heart crumbled. He sat on the log in the cemetery, his lips moving. Even though so much had passed between them – kisses, hugs, intimacies and whispered words – he was still emotionally tied to his dead wife.