Christmas Wishes and Brides

253 Pages·2018·1.31 MB·English

by  Indiana Wake

CHRISTMAS WISHES AND BRIDES
MAIL ORDER BRIDE ROMANCE
INDIANA WAKE
BELLE FIFFER
FAIR HAVENS BOOKS
CONTENTS
Introduction
A Christmas Bride of Love and Hope
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
A Gift of Peace for the Christmas Bride
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
A New Adventure for the Christmas Bride
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
The Happy Christmas Bride
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
A Christmas Baby Surprise
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
A Bride for Christmas
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Epilogue
Preview 31 Sweet Christmas Brides
Also by Indiana Wake
About the Author
©Copyright 2018 Indiana Wake
INTRODUCTION
Christmas Wishes and Brides
Welcome to these Christmas Wishes and Brides. This is a set of new mail order
bride romances all set in the wild west in the 1800’s.

The books are all sweet and suitable for all ages and we aim to leave you with a
message of hope and love.

The first three books are all a series in the town of Sandy Cross this is close to
another town Serenity Point and some of the characters cross over. You can find
the Serenity Point books in this 31 book box set that is on special offer at 0.99
and FREE on Kindle Unlimited for a limited time. Grab 31 Sweet Christmas
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Blessings,
Indiana
A CHRISTMAS BRIDE OF LOVE AND HOPE
Mail Order Bride
Indiana Wake
©Copyright Indiana Wake
All Rights Reserved
1
S
ally Dowell flicked a duster over the cans nearest her for the hundredth
time that morning.
“We should get some stock in for Christmas,” Marshall Dowell said as he leaned
back and stared up at the higher shelves.
“Marshall, it’s only October.” His wife, Irene, laughed. “We don’t want food
going off before Christmas even gets here.”
“Well, maybe we could stock other things. I don’t know, maybe fancy stuff that
folks might want to buy as gifts.” He turned to his wife and shrugged hopefully.
“Oh, I don’t know, Marshall. We’ve always sold groceries here and nothing
more. There are other stores for that kind of thing.” Irene sounded
uncomfortable. “And I don’t reckon they’d like that much. We’d be stepping on
their toes.”
“We wouldn’t like it if they started selling potatoes and canned peas and soap,
would we?” Sally Dowell joined in for want of something better to do.
It had been a busy enough morning in the store, but with three of them working
there was hardly enough work to go around. Sally was bored and just wished
that something exciting would happen for a change; something beyond her pa
causing an uproar with the other store owners in Sandy Cross, that was.
“You both make a fair point.” Marshall sighed. “I reckon I’m just thinking of
ways to raise our sales.”
“Why? Are we struggling?” Sally’s ma sounded suddenly concerned.
“No, we’ve never done better.” Marshall hurriedly soothed her fears.
“Then we don’t need to go stealing trade from others.”
Irene laughed, and Sally could hear the tension leaving her voice. “Maybe we
should just concentrate on being grateful for what we have, honey.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” Marshall laughed too, and husband and wife embraced
lightly.
So, another little problem was solved before it had even begun. Sally sighed. Not
loud enough for her beloved parents to hear, just loud enough to satisfy herself.
With a wistful gaze she stared out the window of the grocery store her mother
and father had run since before she was born. There wasn’t a great deal
happening on the main road through Sandy Cross that day. In that respect, it was
much like any other day.
“Is Emma coming for her meal this evening, Sally? I’ll peel a few extra potatoes
if she is.” Irene leaned against her husband and smiled at her daughter.
“She sure is, Ma.” Sally smiled; Emma Coleman came for dinner every Friday
evening.
Still, every week her mother asked just to be sure and now that felt predictable
and boring, even if the idea of an evening in her childhood friend’s company was
anything but.
As her mother set about taking a few potatoes from the box that was supposed to
be for their customers, Sally returned her gaze to the street outside. Finally, there
was some movement and Sally, since there was nothing better to do, gave it her
fullest attention.
A man on the other side of the street was tying a horse to the wooden post
outside the hardware store. Sally could only see the back of him as he made his
way inside and she was sure he wasn’t somebody she knew.
He looked tall and was wearing heavy denim trousers and battered tan boots. His
shirt was a deep brown corduroy and he didn’t wear a hat like so many men of
Sandy Cross did. His hair was thick and very dark, reminding her of Bryce
Driscoll.
But it couldn’t be Bryce, he’d left town for California three years before, taking