Easter Bride (Holiday Brides Book 3) will release next week!
If you’ve enjoyed meeting Ruth, Matilda, and the gang at Golden Skies Retirement Village, the scheming matchmakers are at it again! Pre-order your copy today!
Will meddling matchmakers make a perfect match?
Piper Peterson loves the small community of Holiday, Oregon. She resides there at a beautiful, old farm where she’s surrounded by animals she’s rescued. And she manages the feed store that’s been in her family for more than a hundred years. Despite her contentment with life, her grandfather’s plans to sell the store and farm leave her future up in the air. When a sly matchmaker works to set Grandpa up with the perfect woman, Piper jumps at the chance to lend a hand. But the last thing she expects is to fall in love while helping her grandpa find happiness.
Stuck at a crossroads in his life, Colton Ford can’t decide which direction to head. Then an invitation to stay at his brother’s ranch in Holiday provides an opportunity Colt can’t pass up. He hopes time spent at the Flying B Ranch will help him clear his head and sort out his life. Before long, he finds himself entangled in a matchmaking plot involving his widowed aunt and a charismatic old gent. When he agrees to give the budding romance a nudge, he has no idea the man’s delightful granddaughter will capture his heart.
A heartwarming story filled with country charm, laughter, and hope, Easter Bride is sure to bring readers the joys of budding spring and sweet romance.
“Look what we found, auntie,” Colt said, feigning innocence as he settled an arm around his aunt’s shoulders. “You recognize this handsome devil?”
Ruth took the framed photograph in her hands and blushed. The image of Rand Milton showed a young man, shirtless and quite buff, standing in a pair of torn Levi’s and boots. A straw cowboy hat was tipped back on his head as he leaned on the fender of an old car. She traced her finger across the face of the handsome cowboy.
“Rand used to have all the girls in quite a dither,” Ruth said, handing the photograph to Piper.
“If I’m not mistaken, he still has a few of you gals running in circles,” Colt said with a teasing smile.
Ruth smacked him with the pair of pink gloves and he chuckled.
“Why are you assaulting that boy, Ruthie?” Matilda asked as she approached them from the clothing section with two vibrant-hued sweaters tossed over her arm.
“Because he’s being far too sassy for his own good,” Ruth said. She reached up and pinched Colt’s cheek, giving him a warning scowl.
Matilda looped one arm around Colt’s and smiled at him. “Too sassy for his good or yours?” The woman gasped when she saw the photograph. She held out her hand to Piper and took the frame, studying the image. “That Rand was sure a looker back in the day. Guess that hasn’t really changed. He’s still got it and if Ruthie would just loosen up a bit, it could be all hers.”
The blush on Ruth’s cheeks went from pink to nearly crimson. For a moment she looked like she was about to swat Matilda with the gloves she still held.