The hero in the story, James Davis, makes an appearance in several of the books leading up to his. He’s a trickster and a mischief-maker who hates rules and only obeys the ones his parents set for him. He’s caused problems for many shop owners, farmers and the Women’s Guild. He’s put frogs in shoes, tacks on chairs, used mirrors during mass to annoy Father O’Malley and spiked the punch at barn dances.
And his antics have come back to bite him.
James becomes a victim of a prank and finds himself hitched to the judge’s daughter because of it.
Boy howdy, did I have fun causing problems for James. He’s always thought himself in control. He’s always thought he knows everything. Well…..I shook up his world and didn’t even feel bad for him. (Maybe I did. A little.)
James has to learn how to eat crow and what love really is. It’s a sweet story, and I hope y’all enjoy it!
Pike’s Run, Texas, 1887 James Davis has plans -- work his family's ranch, get married, have a family. So, how does he end up in a hayloft with Liza Talbut, the judge's daughter, who is most definitely not the woman he loves? Liza Talbut has plans -- cook, clean, and avoid all social engagements. So how, in Heaven's name, does she end up in a hayloft with James Davis, her long-time friend? They are caught, but all is not lost. Liza doesn't have to marry James if nothing happened. And...nothing happened. But Liza wants a life out of her mother's home and to get away from her viperous sister. Liza knows she can be a good wife to James, and his kisses are too thrilling to lose. So...she lies. And gets herself hitched. And James finds himself with the bride he hadn't planned on... |
“James!”
James shot up at the strident call, blinking rapidly.
“James!”
“Yeah?” he croaked out. What the hell? He was covered in hay. Had he fallen asleep in the loft? His head was pounding. He pressed the heel of his hand to his temple. “Damn,” he muttered.
“James.”
And the fury in the tone finally resonated. James looked up and found his father glaring down at him, along with the judge. “Pa?”
His father’s face was beet red with rage. The judge was clenching his hands into fists repeatedly. “What’s wrong?” James rasped.
The hay rustled beside him. He turned and met the gaze of Liza Talbut. Stunned, he reared back. “Oh, hell.”