Char and Cheryl (CiCi Cordelia) are thrilled to have reached the halfway point on their next book. It’s been a bit of a struggle to write over the last year, but they’ve managed to keep plugging away. It’s so much easier to stay motivated when someone else is relying on you.
Look for The High Society Wife (Book 5!) later this summer on Amazon.
Please enjoy the following teaser:
Purdy held out his hand to assist a lady down from the stagecoach who looked a hell of a lot like Evelyn Calhoun.
Richard blinked in confusion. Must be my imagination. Because she’d never stoop to traveling West to a dirty mining town. She’d made that very clear last time he’d seen her.
His gaze narrowed, straining to make out the woman’s features. Evie came from money and wore only the finest clothing, her appearance always immaculate. The way she carried herself spoke of a good upbringing and utter refinement.
This woman appeared bedraggled. Her traveling gown hung on a frame more slender than the deliciously feminine curves he recalled, curves he’d loved exploring in minute detail during their short time together.
Joshua pushed back the brim of his Stetson. “You know her?”
Richard began to shake his head in denial, when she stepped down the rickety coach steps. Her hat slipped off, hanging around her neck by its ribbons, exposing a tangle of familiar sun-yellow curls.
Recognition hit him like a kick to the gut, and he leapt to his feet.
What the hell is she doing here?
“Looks like she’s sick,” Joshua commented, as Evelyn staggered.
Richard took off in a run as the woman he’d spent hours making love to in Baltimore, for a short time believing they might have a future together, swayed forward. Only Purdy’s quick thinking saved her from hitting the ground when the driver caught her up in his arms.
Richard reached them only seconds later. A knot of unease tightened his shoulders. Joshua was correct, she looked sickly.
“I’ll take her.” Richard reached for her.
“She yours?” Purdy asked suspiciously, handing her over. “She puked a lot on the trip.”
Richard’s gaze fell to Evelyn’s belly, protruding from her otherwise gaunt frame.
With child. The swell he spotted beneath her travel-wrinkled gown changed everything. There was no doubt in his mind whose babe she carried.
He gulped, nodding as Joshua came to stand next to him. “Yes. Yes, she’s mine.”