Showing posts with label Desperation's Bride. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Desperation's Bride. Show all posts

Saturday, May 7, 2016

Sunday Snips & Stuff by Ginger #Sundaysnips



Happy Mother's day!!!!

This week I'm just cruising.  I'm working on my next novel, Desperation's Bride when the mood strikes, but wanted to share the beautiful cover done by Charlene Raddon.  I'm a visual person, so having a perfect cover inspires me.  I guess you can guess this is a western historical about a mail order bride.  *lol*

Here's a sneak peek of the cover and the contents:
Char Raddon

Here'e the scene I wrote yesterday to coincide with the cover....see if you like it: (Remember this is the first unedited draft.)

Breakfast over, the children fed, outside playing, and the dishes washed by Clare, she followed Jason into his room.  “The dresses are in this trunk.  Don’t know why I saved  a couple when I decided to put Mary’s wedding gown aside so Susanna might wear it one day…maybe because I like the color blue.”  He opened the dusty lid.
Clare spread up Justin’s bed while he fished through the contents.  “I think Susanna will be happy to have a memory of her mother, even if she doesn’t wear her dress. You're very thoughtful.”
Strange, Clare thought.  She wasn’t bothered by the idea  of wearing a dead woman’s clothes, let alone the deceased spouse of her intended.

Justin shook the creases from  a beautiful long-sleeved, blue dress with lace at the collar and ruffles across the shoulders and down the front to the waist.   “This was always a favorite of mine.  You look to be the same size as Mary so I doubt there will be much to alter.”  He laid the garment on the bed and unfolded a floral with blue cornflowers as the prominent pattern.  “Here’s the only other one I kept.  Mary liked to wear this warm weather because it’s made of light cotton and has shorter sleeves.  She always wore…what are those things that make the skirt’s fuller?”
“Crinolines?”

A WHILE LATER, I WROTE THIS TO ACCOMPANY IT:

While the children washed up at the kitchen pump, Clare slipped back into Benjamin’s bedroom, spread up the bed, and filled the bowl on the night table from the matching pitcher.  She dipped a soft cloth into the water and washed her face, neck and other places not covered by clothing.  After disrobing, she washed her armpits, ran a bush through her hair, fished in the armoire for her toilet water, and applied some sparingly.  She wriggled into Mary’s blue gown, and smiled at the immediate fit.  Clare spanned the waist of the luscious material with her hands and spun around, feeling like she danced on a cloud.

  Visions of walking down the aisle to meet her groom flashed in her head and she walked to the window to make sure she hadn't imagined her new home.  Fingering the real glass in the window, she appreciated how smooth and wonderful the panes felt given the fact that Linus’ windows only had shutters to ward off the cold air and protect from the weather.  A thought donned.  Her groom waited,  so she cut her musing short,  perched onto the side of Benjamin's neatly made bed, pulled on her worn-out shoes, and quickly laced them.  Was this really happening?  Was she going to marry the man that dreams were made of?  Her cheeks hurt from smiling, and when she stood, she gazed down at the dress, deciding the small earrings she’d brought with her…one’s that Ma had given her, would be the perfect touch.  She found them in a small box at the armoire's bottom and clipped them on.  Pleased with her appearance, she swept out the door and went to meet her new family outside.

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Saturday, March 12, 2016

Sunday Snips and Stuff #snipsand stuff

I apologize for missing last week.  I ended up with my mother at the ER and spent a good part of the day there.  She's still recuperating.  At 91, it takes a while.  :)

Today I'm sharing a portion of my upcoming "Mail Order" bride story, Desperation's Bride.  I'm really excited to have a new project and I hope you enjoy today's offering.  Remember, this is a first draft and not perfect by any means:


Clara sat at the splintery kitchen table, her bare toes curled against the hard-swept dirt floor while she peeled potatoes for dinner's stew. Two weeks had passed since she’d made an excuse to mail her last response to Jason, and now time spun a web around her, making her anxious.  “Ma, have you ever seen the train station in Marysville?”

Her mother looked up from the cupboard where she rolled out dough for a dried apple pie. “Why would you ask such a strange question?”

Continuing with her peeling, Clara calmed her breathing.  “Just curious, that’s all.  I’ve not been in that part of town since the railroad began operating.  I’ve always wanted to take a trip in one of those fancy windowed cars.”

“Don’t see that will ever happen.”  Ma floured the dough and rolled it flat with her wooden cylinder. “This is our home and we have no plans to leave.”  

“Do you have any idea how far it is to Beatrice, NE?”  Clara tried to make her query sound casual.

“Why ever would you ask that?  I’m not sure I understand all these questions.”

“I…I saw a flyer in the mercantile the other day and it made me wonder…no particular reason.”  The lie tasted bitter on her tongue.

Ma shrugged.  “I’ve not traveled except from Independence to here with your father, but I did hear women at Church discussing that the Burlington and Missouri River Railroad now runs from Lincoln to Beatrice. Not sure when that happened.”  She plopped her dough into a round tin.  “We should be proud to be witness to such advances in travel.  I suffered coming here on a wagon train with your Pa, and it was definitely not as comfortable as I imagine a train would be.”

“Oh, tell me about it, Ma, you’ve never shared that story.”  Clara put down a potato and her knife and leaned on her palms.

Ma sighed. “It was a long and tiring ride.  We had to leave many of our things behind because the oxen couldn’t stand the strain of pulling a big wagon and all the other weight. The days were long, hot, and filled with work from sun-up to sundown.”  Her gaze lowered.  “A lot of good folks died on that trip in the short distance we came…drownings, illness, even a few run over by their own conveyances.”

“What do you mean by short distance?”  Clara cocked her head.

“Your Pa and I joined up in Independence, which is where most wagon trains depart for Oregon and California.  In fact, the trail has been named the Oregon Trail for the many people seeking new lives out west.”  Her eyes brightened.  “Luckily, you’re father had researched Kansas and knew we would pass right through this place.  We dropped off here because your father believed the Overland Stage and the Pony express would put Marysville on the map, and they have.   I’m just sorry he didn’t live long enough to see and do all he wanted.”  She turned her attention back to the pie, placing cross pieces of dough over the dried apples.  “Oh well,” she said.  “That was another lifetime, and I’m just thankful to have a home and family again.”


Clara stifled an inward gasp.  Now was not the time to share her intentions.  Ma would be very upset at the prospect of her daughter leaving.  The silence begged for words.  “I’m glad you made the trip safely, Ma, and I’m certain Pa would be very proud of you today.  You’re a strong woman and a good wife.  I love you very much.”

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I'm making good progress on this one and look forward to announcing a release date soon.  Stay tuned...and in the meantime, jump on over to the following blogs and see what's up today:


Saturday, January 16, 2016

Sunday Snippets #sundaysnippets by ginger simpson

Desperation's Bride - My current WIP

Clara grabbed a shawl from a nail by her bed and slipped  the garment around her shoulders.  “Should I just have Mr. Curtis add the purchase to Linus' account?”

Ma brushed a kiss against her cheek.  “Yes, daughter please do..  He has left me no money and there shouldn’t be a balance at this point.”  She dipped her chin and gazed at the floor..  “Linus may be unkind to you when he imbibes, and I’m sorry for that, but I’ve spoken with him in harsh terms about his treatment of you, and I expect things will improve." She raised her gaze and displayed a smile that appeared forced."He is a good provider though and kind most of the time.” 

The woman looked so sad, Clara struggled against telling of her plans, but thought better until she knew for certain things would work out with Mr. Pollett.  Would he accept her and make her happy…or was she planning a move from the pot to the fire?”

She embraced her mother.  “I don’t blame you, Ma.  I’m fine, and I appreciate you are taking up for me"  Clara gazed at the sunlight shining through the wooden shutters. " I’d best be going so I can get to town and back in time for you to have your flour for dinner fixins'.”

Clara stepped outside.  The August air caressed her cheeks with warmth, but as the sun lowered, the temperature would cool.  She removed her shawl and draped it over her arm, drawing in a deep breath and inhaling the smell of the coming fall.  With any luck, she’d enjoy Thanksgiving and Christmas as a new start to life…one she’d treasure.

The walk to town  during the changing of the season   renewed Clara's energy.  Leaves of reds, oranges, and yellow made an artist’s pallet of nature and colored the scenery for the entire trek.  Cheeks warm and breathless from the hike, she heaved a sigh of relief at seeing the mercantile which also served as the local post office..  A bell over the door tinkled her arrival, and before inquiring about the needed flour, she stood at the counter, her heart pounding.

“Hello, Mr. Curtis.  Is there by chance a letter for me?”

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This is my next proposed novel, and I'm very excited about it.  Clara is a great communicator, and although this is my first draft, I expect it will turn out great.  I hope you'll come with me on the journey to complete the story. If you'd like to sample some of my other stories, please check out my Amazon page..

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Saturday, January 2, 2016

Sunday Snippets from Ginger Simpson #sundaysnips


I've about run the gamut of published stories to tempt you with, so today, I'm sharing the beginning of a new WIP, Desperation's Bride.  I've always been fascinated about women with the strength and determination to become mail-order brides, so I decided to write my own.  I hope you'll encourage me to complete it:

So...the story starts:

Arizona 1862

Clare Sutton winced as she rolled onto her sore shoulder.  Her pillowcase, damp with tears, cooled her heated cheek from the overly warm room in the run-down shack she and her mother shared with her stepfather, Linus Crawford. His fondness for moonshine meant he turned meaner the more he drank.  Tonight had been just more reason for Clare to leave.  Linus' drinking and subsequent beatings had become far too frequent. 

After losing Pa and Clare’s baby brother to Typhoid, Ma married the first man to come along  who was willing to take on another man’s child.  When sober, Linus was quiet and kind, but as a drunk, his resentment against Clare was loud and clear. Without her, Ma’s life might be more tolerable. He never vented his anger toward her.

Nerves drove Clare to toss and turn, but the aching of her welted upper body kept her frozen in place.  Was becoming a mail order bride a good idea?  Might the man she married be the same as Linus?  She reckoned taking a draw from the deck of life was better than the card she was dealt when her Ma remarried

Doing an errand in town for Ma two weeks ago had provided an opportunity to mail a letter to Mr. Jason Pollett, a name and post office box Clare had obtained through the local minister. Although hearing sermons didn’t happen as frequently as when Pa hitched up the buggy every Sunday, Clare had spied an ad on the mercantile wall and hot-footed it over to the church.

“Of course, I understand why you can’t come every week,” Pastor Joe had said.  “Life changes in ways we never expect and I’ll be more than happy to help one of my favorite parishioners keep a secret.  I’ve read Jason Pollett’s letter and he seems like a fine fellow, and California isn't that far away.”

She'd clucked her tongue against the back of her teeth.  Linus Crawford had seemed like a good catch, too, but look at how that had turned out.  She'd swallowed her doubts and accepted quill and paper from the good reverend and written a letter of introduction to Mr. Pollett.

Now she waited.  She'd said nothing to anyone, and only the pastor knew.  Her nerves tensed at the thought of meeting a stranger for the purpose of becoming his wife. Was she crazy?

  The urge to fidget grew, but soreness kept her still.  Moonlight filtered through the window enabling her to stare at the low ceiling beams while hoping the reverend was a good judge of character.  He'd urged her to hurry and write because men in search of brides didn't wait long.  Hopefully Jason Pollett was a patient man.

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