Title: The Dove: The Second Day (The 12 Days of Christmas Mail-Order Brides)
Author: Shanna Hatfield
Genre: Holiday Romance
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USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes character-driven romances with relatable heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as âreminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginianâ while her contemporary works have been called âlaugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.â
Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen one story at a time. When she isnât writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, Romance Writers of America, Sweet Romance Reads, Cowboy Kisses, and Pioneer Hearts.
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His gaze travelled from Mrs. Boonesbury to the woman behind her. âAnd your name, Miss?â
A slight blush dusted the womanâs cheeks with pink as she lifted chocolate-colored eyes to his. Culver had always been quite partial to chocolate. He could quickly grow accustomed to staring into eyes that held such mesmerizing flecks of amber light among their glossy depths.
When she didnât respond, he took a step closer, but Mrs. Boonesbury subtly shifted to block him from the stunning woman.
Culver moved to the right and so did the gypsyâs self-appointed guard. He shifted to the left, as did Mrs. Boonesbury. A few more steps back and forth and Culver decided the old woman was not only a fair dancer, but also the most irritating person heâd encountered in a long while. He couldnât fathom a single reason why sheâd prevent him from getting any closer to the gypsy woman, but she undoubtedly planned to do so.
Defeated, at least temporarily, Culver looked again to the dark-haired woman. âMiss? Whatâs your name? Who are you to marry?â
âYou, Mr. Daniels,â she said in a soft, alluring voice that melted Culverâs insides and turned his brain to mush. âIâm Kezia Mirga, but my friends call me Zee.â
âYouâre even more beautiful than I dreamed, Miss Mirga,â Culver said, shocked to discover his tongue joined the rebellion his heart and feet staged against his good sense.