Take a ride back in time and enjoy this excerpt from Violet's Voice, a historical western by Annee Jones. Let her know what you think in the comments! Download your own copy and then follow the tour for more. Best of luck in the giveaway!
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Take a ride back in time and enjoy this excerpt from Violet's Voice, a historical western by Annee Jones. Let her know what you think in the comments! Download your own copy and then follow the tour for more. Best of luck in the giveaway!
Grace peered into the mirror over the table in her cousin’s entry foyer, nervously straightening her travel hat. Of all people in the world, why did it have to be Charley Arrington coming to escort her back to Angel Creek?
She knew the logical answer to that question, of course. He’d come to Charleston to fetch his parents for the holidays. However, it felt monumentally unfair that the man she loved would be the one delivering her into the arms of the man she would marry— one she’d never met. One who wasn’t Charley.
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“If you slip away, no one will notice,” the woman in front of her hissed.
Isabella frowned. “You think I should give up and go home?” She bit her lower lip, realizing she wasn’t in her Sunday best like the other women.
“Well, it’s not as if you stand a chance against the rest of us,” the woman noted with a sideways glance at her wrinkled skirts.
“Says who?” Isabella’s ire rose. “For all we know, the interviewer is specifically looking for a wrinkled, windblown lass.” She lifted her chin. “In which case, the rest of you ladies will be sorely out of luck.”
To her surprise, there was no reply. The entire line of women had grown as silent as death.
“You,” a man said in a laughing voice. “You’re next.”
Isabella slowly raised her head to meet the gaze of the man conducting the interviews.
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