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- Herausgeber: Lee Savino
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Esther Richardson longs to live a life of meaning, and settling for a hometown suitor simply won't do. Instead, she writes to the American Mission Board requesting a post in the West.
A single woman of twenty-three, she's shocked when a tall stranger arrives at her door. Sent by the Board, Johnathan Shepherd needs a wife to take West, and he's here to see if Esther will fit the bill.
Will her new, firm husband and the hard journey West break Esther's spirit, or give her the adventure she's always wanted?
The Rocky Mountain Bride series has stand alone books full of cowboys taming their mail order brides. Set in the 1860s Wild West, Rocky Mountain Dawn contains domestic discipline scenes, including over the knee spankings, line writing, corner time and other humiliating punishments.
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ROCKY MOUNTAIN DAWN
A HISTORICAL COWBOY ROMANCE
LEE SAVINO
SILVERWOOD PRESS
CONTENTS
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Rocky Mountain Dawn
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Also by Lee Savino
About the Author
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ROCKY MOUNTAIN DAWN
BOOK 1
Esther Richardson longs to live a life of meaning, and settling for a hometown suitor simply won't do. Instead, she writes to the American Mission Board requesting a post in the West.
A single woman of twenty-three, she's shocked when a tall stranger arrives at her door. Sent by the Board, Johnathan Shepherd needs a wife to take West, and he's here to see if Esther will fit the bill.
Will her new, firm husband and the hard journey West break Esther's spirit, or give her the adventure she's always wanted?
The Rocky Mountain Bride series has stand alone books full of cowboys taming their mail order brides. Set in the 1860s Wild West, Rocky Mountain Dawn contains domestic discipline scenes, including over the knee spankings, line writing, corner time and other humiliating punishments.
Content warnings:
Christian domestic discipline, erotic and punishment spankings, caning, miscarriage.
1
“Esther Richardson, get out of that tree!”
The branches of the apple tree shook, dropping fruit, and the short, plump matron on the ground squawked and shielded her head. At her feet, a pair of tow-headed children tucked their heads under their mother's skirts to escape the volley of hard, unripe apples.
The shaking became violent, and more fruit bounced to the ground, along with a few dead twigs. Then a blonde head poked between the leaves.
"Mama?"
The squat woman on the ground stomped her foot. "Naughty girl, get down before you fall and break your neck."
One of the larger boughs danced wildly, and then a young woman dropped out of the tree. Her mother shrieked again as she staggered, then righted herself.
"I'm fine, Mama. The ground broke my fall."
The two children stuck their head out from behind their mother's skirts and giggled.
The young blonde winked at them.
"Honestly, climbing trees at your age, what will the neighbors think?"
Esther shrugged and brushed back her honey-colored hair. "If I was a boy, you'd let me climb."
"You are not a boy...oh, if your father was here. I'd have him spank you, old maid of twenty-two or not."
"I'm not an old maid," Esther cried. "You have to be twenty-five at least to be a spinster. I'm merely considering my offers." Pulling her two siblings out from behind her mother, Esther set off in the direction of the house, her complaining mother in tow.
"You have no offers, according to your father."
"I know Mr. Miller asked for me." Esther dipped and caught up an apple, walking while she polished it against her dress.
"That was three months ago, and your father turned him down firsthand."
"Well," Esther said, biting into the apple. "I can hardly keep up with every suitor."
Her mother sighed. A pity her eldest had been a girl, blessed with a quick mind and a sharp tongue, strong will, then pretty green eyes and long shining hair. The good boys she found too slow, the sharp ones too ugly, and the successful ones she challenged to live as Jesus and give all their money to the poor.
One disgruntled mill owner had stormed out of dinner, telling Mr. Richardson his daughter was a radical.
Her poor mother remembered all this, and drew in a big breath. "At fifteen, I met your father..."
"...and married a week later, I know, I know. You always told me you should've waited." Esther threw her arm around her short mother who was breathing hard, trying to keep up with her daughter's strides. "Anyway, Mark Spencer said he would take me."
"Heavens, no," her mother said, thinking of the town hooligan. Handsome, to be sure, but just the other day Doctor Whitney had treated a poor beggar who claimed Mr. Spencer's fine buggy had run him off the road.
"What use have I for a husband, anyway?" They approached the house, and Esther threw her apple core into the midden. "Most men smell bad and think that books are for propping open doors. I want a scholar. Someone who wants to travel the world with me and see strange things and talk to different peoples. I want to see the world."
"Oh, Esther." Her mother groaned and wished, not for the first time, that her eldest had been a boy.
* * *
At dinner that night, her mother told Esther's father of her afternoon escapade. Her father frowned over his spectacles but said nothing until his wife had turned away to fuss over a younger child.
"My dear daughter, what am I to do with you?"
"Nothing, Papa. I just needed solitude."
Her father looked over the rowdy dinner table, filled with his eleven children and shrieking wife. "I understand. You need to leave home, get away. I thought seminary would settle you, but you seem more restless than ever."
"I just want to do something." Esther leaned in, face shining. "All the things I studied, all the knowledge I gained, I want to use it."
He shook his head. "You should've been a man. Then at least I could set you up in a parish."
"I don't want to settle here. I want to adventure."
"Well, until then, no more climbing trees. You gave your mother a scare." Her father pushed away from the table and stood with a sigh.
Esther rose with him. "Let me help you to your study, Papa."
"No, no." He waved her away. "I have some important business to go over. And under no circumstances are you to come in and snoop among my papers. Don't think I don't know that you snuck in to read about the Abolitionists when I was gone." His finger waggled in her face, but there was a twinkle in his eye.
* * *
The moon hung bright and shining in the sky when the tree next to the Richardson's house started shaking softy. Esther wriggled out onto a branch to a half open window. Grunting, she got it open and dropped into her father's study, right behind his big desk. There was still some oil in the lamp, and she lit it quickly, glancing around her favorite room in the house. Tonight, the books held no interest for her.
