Friday, August 26, 2011

UNDAUNTED FAITH by Andrea Boeshaar

30 Days of Promo Goodness continues today with author Andrea Boeshaar! Andrea's latest release, Undaunted Faith, is available now from Amazon....


The McCabe brothers have their hands full. Trouble on the range and trouble in town. But they never expected their sweet schoolteacher, Bethany Stafford, to join in the mix of woe. When her reputation is unfairly tarnished, Pastor Luke McCabe is quick to propose marriage. But Bethany wants better than just a marriage of necessity to save her good name. Could Luke ever come to love a plain “little field mouse” like her?

Dr. Annetta Cavanaugh has her own questions about men and their intentions. While Pastor Jake McCabe seems sincere, she still has her doubts about him. But after he accompanies her on a medical call, she sees a whole new side of him and can't help but admit her attraction to the handsome pastor.

However, there’s evil brewing in town—a lawlessness that even the sheriff cannot tamp down. Finally, it comes face-to-face with both Luke and Jake and it threatens the lives of the women they love. Are the McCabe brothers ready for the fight of their lives?


Excerpt from Undaunted Faith:

The Arizona Territory, 1867

A knock sounded once. Then again, more insistent this time.

“Coming.” Bethany set down the quill and capped the inkwell. Closing her journal, she stood from where she’d been sitting at the desk Jake had crafted for her use. Then, before she could open the door, Trudy poked her round, cherubic face into Bethany’s bedroom.

“Mama says breakfast is ready.”

“Thank you, Trudy. I’ll be down shortly.”

A grin curved the flaxen-haired girl’s pink mouth.

“Reverend Luke and Reverend Jake are already here. Sheriff Montaño is too.”

Bethany wasn’t at all taken aback by the familiar way in which Trudy referred to both Luke and Jake. Because the men shared the same surname, the townspeople called them by their first names.

“I’ll be down shortly.” Walking to the looking glass, Bethany brushed out her long brown hair. It had dried from her earlier bath in the river.

Thirteen-year-old Trudy stepped farther into the room and closed the door behind her. “I’ll bet we’ll hear some lively conversation. Something about cattle stealing. Papa said the Indians have been causing trouble again.”

“Oh, dear.” Bethany tried not to show either her discontent with this town or her unease with the natives of this land. She gathered her hair then twisted it into a coil and pinned it at her nape. “Was anyone killed?”

“I don’t know, but I expect we’ll find out at breakfast.”

With her hair in place, Bethany turned to Trudy. “I’m ready.”

“Good.” The girl strode to the door and paused. “Miss Stafford, who do you think is more handsome, Reverend Luke, Reverend Jacob, or the sheriff?” A conspiratorial expression
spread across her face. “I fancy Sheriff Paden Montaño is a handsome curiosity, is he not?”

“I don’t notice such things,” Bethany fibbed. She folded her arms in front of her. If truth be told, only a woman deaf and blind wouldn’t notice Paden Montaño; however, she wasn’t about to encourage Trudy. The young lady was one of her pupils, and Bethany wanted to set a good example.

“And what would your parents have to say if they heard you talking like this?”

Trudy gasped. “You’re not going to tell them, are you?”

Bethany raised a contemplative brow. “Well, maybe not this time.” She strode earnestly toward the young girl. “But you must stop allowing your thoughts to be consumed by romance. You’re going to get hurt.”

“Pshaw!”

Bethany gasped. “Trudy, really!”

The girl continued unabashed. “Miss Stafford, if you haven’t already noticed, you and I are the only eligible women in Silverstone—well, except for Dr. Cavanaugh. But she’s too busy to notice men. Even so, you and I can have our pick of any bachelor we want.”

“You are not eligible.” Bethany knew both Mr. and Mrs. Winters wanted their only child to receive an education before she married. “And I am not . . . interested.”

“Are you certain about that?” A taunting glimmer entered her eyes. “You and Reverend Luke seem to spend a lot of time together.”

Bethany felt her cheeks flame in a mixture of embarrassment and aggravation. “Trudy, I’m a teacher, and Reverend Luke—and Reverend Jake, I might add—are starting a school. It’s only natural that we’d spend time together . . . to plan and organize.”

“Well, fine. But I am interested—in getting me a husband!”

“You’re much too young.”

“Am not! My friend Emma got married last year, and she’s only two years older than me!”

“Than I,” Bethany corrected. “And every circumstance is different.” She knew girls in remote places were married off as young as age fifteen or sixteen. “But we’re talking about you, and you’re not ready for marriage. You have a lot of schooling left.”

“So I can end up like Dr. Cavanaugh?”

Bethany’s jaw tightened. “And what’s wrong with Dr. Cavanaugh? She seems like a remarkable woman. She’s come all the way from Parkersburg, West Virginia.” Bethany felt a
kinship between them, both being women from east of the Mississippi River who had survived the journey along the Santa Fe Trail. But it seemed the physician wasn’t interested
in making friends, although she was pleasant enough.

“She’s a spinster.”

Bethany shrank. That shoe could fit her foot as well.

“Besides, no one wants her here. They put an ad in newspapers out East for a male doctor. They thought they were getting one too, until Dr. Cavanaugh arrived in town a month ago.”

“Yes, I know about the mix-up.”

2 comments:

Ilona Fridl said...

Andrea, this story sounds very well done. I love the interaction between mother and daughter.

Andrea Kuhn Boeshaar said...

Thanks, Ilona.