Title: The Preacher's Bride
Release Date: 23 February 2019
Cover Designer: RMGraphX
She’s looking for companionship and dreams of love. He’s loved and lost, and isn’t looking for a replacement to fill his heart. Mia and Caleb discover that there are many types of love, but can they find it in each other or will they lose it forever?
Haunted by the ghosts of his past, Caleb Henley is in trouble. As the preacher of the congregation of Whiskey River, he finds himself with two small children alone, caring for his farm, and attending to the needs of his congregation a near impossibility. With no other options in sight, he decides to take a wife.
In financial trouble and lonely, Mia Flynn agrees to marry Caleb, knowing he only wants a housekeeper and a babysitter to care for his children and not a real wife. However, she hasn’t given up on the dream of falling in love one day. But can Caleb open his heart and let love in?
Join Mia, Caleb, and all your favorite citizens of Whiskey River as love takes the reins in this all-new romantic adventure!
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“Hey, Mia!” Trent Jericho yelled from across the room as he walked into the Breckenridge Saloon. “Wanna dance?” He took off his cowboy hat, which was in sharp contrast to the suit he wore, and held it in his hand. Even though it was out of place in New York, it suited him well. He’d been a cowboy who gave it up to become a lawyer. Mia guessed that old habits died hard. Trent had been a regular for a while and was harmless. Even though he probably had money, he never flaunted it. He was down-to-earth and had never forgotten his roots.
“Trent,” Mia Flynn replied as she placed her hands on her hips, taking him in. “How many times have I told you? I’ll always save a dance for you.”
“Yes! I was hoping you’d say that.” He smiled as he placed his hat on a nearby table and walked purposefully toward her. “Just one dance, though. Then I have to go back to the hotel. I have an important case I’m arguing tomorrow.”
Mia scoffed. “Why don’t you buy a house instead of living in a hotel?”
He shrugged. “Not sure. I guess New York really never seemed like home to me.”
“You really should get yourself a wife.” Mia shook her head as she let him lead her around the dance floor. “With as much money as you spend in here—”
“Why? You offering?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.
Mia couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, like I’d marry the likes of you!” He had always been more like a big brother to her than anything else.
He made a big show of placing his hand over his heart. “Miss Flynn, you have mortally wounded me.”
Mia smiled, shaking her head. She and Trent had been friends for a long time, since she first moved to New York. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. One of these days a woman’s going to catch your eye—”
“And I’ll run like hell.” Trent took a step closer as the music came to an end. “One more dance?”
“I thought you had to go home.”
He shrugged, holding out his hand. “One more dance couldn’t hurt.”
She pretended to deliberate as the feather in her blonde, wavy hair bobbed. She’d been a dancehall girl since she moved from Connecticut to New York three years before, after her parents died of influenza. She let out a deep breath. “Sure. Why not?” Mia was getting tired of making a living with men paying her to dance. One day she wanted to have a family of her own, but that wasn’t going to happen. Not here.
A broad smile spread across his face. “Thanks, Mia. I haven’t danced with a lady in a while.”
Mia looked at him sharply. “You were just in here last week.”
Trent raised an eyebrow. “It seems like it’s been a lot longer.” He towered over her as he twirled her expertly around the dance floor. “Say, have you heard from Wyatt Nash lately?” Before he left, Trent and Wyatt had been inseparable, having been best friends for longer than she had known either of them.
“Now, why would I ever hear from him? After the last mess he made in here, he can just stay where he is.” Douglas, a merchant marine, had called Wyatt a cheat and had pulled a knife. He and Wyatt ended up tearing up the place, and Mia was left with the arduous task of cleaning up the mess.
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An educator, writer, mother, and free spirit, Theresa Oliver’s love affair with the written word has spanned decades. An Indiana native, Theresa began the foundation of her writing career as a child. Her love of reading, writing, and creative expression guided her to seek a Bachelor’s Degree in Communications, News Editorial sequence, from the University of Tennessee at Martin; and then continued on to earn a Master of Arts in Teaching degree, Early Childhood Education sequence, from Armstrong Atlantic State University.
Her foundational experiences in childhood led her to want to create meaningful, positive experiences with reading and writing for future generations, and inspire the same love of creative expression that has been such a rewarding force behind her career and life.
Theresa has dedicated her life to the world of writing and the creation of novels that span all levels and genres. First and foremost a mother, her greatest loves are her three beautiful boys, to whom she dedicates the success and longevity of her prolific career. Theresa currently resides in Kissimmee, Florida with her beloved husband and children.
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