Friday, February 8, 2013

Margaret Brownley's Waiting for Morning

Margaret’s Stagecoach Etiquette for Readers: 

About the Book:

If Molly Hatfield's purple attire doesn't blind you, her dazzling smile will.  She doesn't just sing to the cattle, she puts on a whole show. If only she wasn't so stubborn about her brother's care. Or so distrustful of a certain handsome doctor...

There is nothing Molly wouldn't do for her teenaged brother, Donny. Blaming herself for the accident that left him wheel-chair bound, Molly has dedicated her life to his care. But in 1896, gainful employment for a woman is hard to come by. So when Molly learns that an eccentric rancher in Cactus Patch, Arizona, is looking for an heiress--someone to take over management of the ranch in exchange for future ownership--she jumps at the chance to provide a real home for her brother. 

If she proves to have a knack for ranching and agrees to remain single for life, the ranch can be hers. Neither stipulation worries Molly. She's resourceful and hardworking. And she gave up dreams of marriage long ago when she dedicated her life to her brother's well-being.

However, Molly didn't bank on meeting Dr. Caleb Fairbanks, the town's handsome and charismatic young doctor, whose backfiring automobilie almost gets him killed when Molly thinks she's being shot at and fires back. 

But it's how he is with her brother that really alarms her. Caleb sees past the wheelchair and genuinely likes Donny, but Molly fears he's putting unrealistic ideas into her brother's head. Falling in love with Caleb would threaten everything she's worked for, even her brother's future happiness.   It'll take an act of congress to convince her otherwise--and maybe even a little help from above.  


Dobson Creek, Colorado
April 1896

Something was wrong. Molly Hatfield felt it in her bones. She cast an anxious glance around Big Jim’s Saloon. A couple of regulars were already passed out; others sat staring into amber drinks. It was one o’clock in the afternoon, a time when most men were at the mines.
   On this cold April day, icy wind blew off the snow-covered peaks and the batwing doors squeaked in protest. Sawdust raced across the tobacco-stained floor, clinging to wooden chair legs and the soles of dusty boots.
   Shaking away her uneasiness, Molly turned back to the burly owner standing behind the bar. If he detected anything out of the ordinary he kept it to himself. He didn’t even seem to notice the lace tucked in her bodice for modesty. He insisted his “girls” dress in costume at all times, including face paint, even when not working.
   A stogie clamped between his yellow teeth, he squinted down his bulbous nose and counted out each pitiful coin as if doing her a favor.
   Her lips puckered with irritation. What pleasure could he get from making her beg for her weekly wage? Or did he simply enjoy the power he held over his dance hall girls? The truth was Molly needed him more than he needed her.
  “Please, hurry.” Why the sudden need for haste she didn’t know, but she was anxious to get back to her fourteen-year-old wheelchair-bound brother. Not wanting to bring one so young to the saloon, she’d left him waiting in the lobby of the King Hotel, out of the cold. She’d done it before and he’d always been safe there. Still . . .
   Big Jim’s bushy black eyebrows met in an upside-down V, but any effort to pick up speed was negligible.
   From outside came the dreaded sound of pistol shots—six loud blasts in rapid succession, snapping through the air like an angry whip. Molly sucked in her breath and Jim’s head jerked back, hands frozen over the till. Six gunshots meant fire and fire meant trouble.
  Thinking fast, she scooped the money from the bar without waiting for the full count and darted out of the saloon.

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About Margaret:
Thrills, mystery, suspense, romance:  Margaret penned it all. Nothing wrong with that—except she happened to be writing for the church newsletter. After making the church picnic read like a Grisham novel, her former pastor took her aside and said, "Maybe God's calling you to write fiction."

So that’s what Margaret did.  She now has more than 25 novels to her credit, including one non-fiction book, is a N.Y. Times bestselling author and past Romance Writers of American past RITA finalist—not bad for someone who flunked 8th grade English.  Just don’t ask her to diagram a sentence. 

You can find her: 
Margaret Brownley is a regular blogger here 

She is giving away a copy of  WAITING FOR MORNING. The giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses.To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.


Wendy Newcomb said...

I would really like to win this book, thank you for the chance. Love the cover also.


karenk said...

thanks for the chance to read this beautiful novel

kmkuka at yahoo dot com

Margaret Brownley said...

Hi KarenK, thank you for stopping by--amd for being the first to comment. Have a beautiful weekend!

Margaret Brownley said...

Hi KarenK, thank you for stopping by--amd for being the first to comment. Have a beautiful weekend!

KayM said...

I am anxious to read this book to get a perspective of the life of the young man in the wheelchair. Waiting for Morning sounds like a book with very interesting characters.

Lady DragonKeeper said...

Gunshots, warnings of fire? What a way to start off! Mrs. Brownley hqs a great mix of excitement and romance. :) Thanks for the chance to win! I haven't read her new trilogy yet,, I'll have to find the first book. :)


Pam K. said...

I really enjoyed watching Margaret's Stagecoach Etiquette for Readers again. I first saw it when A Lady Like Sarah was being released. I knew I had to read that book! I bought all of that series. My daughter, also named Sarah, and I have really enjoyed those. It was our first introduction to Margaret and her writing. We also have the first book in her new series and are looking forward to reading Waiting for Morning.

Anonymous said...

Well Margaret, you started me out laughing. What a video, and the music was good too! :) I don't have one of your books yet so would love to win this one. I really like the cover. Can imagine how that church newsletter went over. LOL Would have loved to read it. You should have saved a copy. :) keep up the good works! Maxie mac262(at)me(dot)com

Margaret Brownley said...

Hi everyone, just thought I'd drop by and see what you're all up to. We had so much fun making that video. Those are my little grandkiddies and I think they did a terrific job. I'm thinking about doing something similar for my next book Gunpowder Tea. The heroine in that one is a Pinkerton detective and it might be fun to do a how to (and how not to)investigate a crime 1800s style.

Anonymous said...

I would love a chance to win this book. Thanks for having the giveaway.


Library Lady said...

I would love to win the book, "Waiting for Morning".
We have Margaret's books in the church library.
Thanks for entering me in the giveaway.
Janet E.

Cyndi said...

Have thoroughly enjoyed Margaret's other books! Look forward to reading this one!


HomePlace Gatherings said...

Love your books! Hoping I'm picked. :)

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Amy R.S. said...

I have the first one. Would enjoy reading this one. Thanks for the giveaway.

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