Mail Order Bride: Redeemed By The Scarred Bride: Redeemed Western Historical Mail Order Brides, #7

By Kenneth Markson

Mail Order Bride: Redeemed By The Scarred Bride: A Sweet Clean Historical Mail Order Bride Western Victorian Romance (Redeemed Western Historical Mail Order Brides Book 7) is a sweet, clean, inspirational western romance novelette. 

Amy's face is badly scarred by fire at the age of twelve. Tired of the taunts and living in the shadows, Amy longs for a new life, and decides to become a mail order bride. Donald is blind due to a severe fever, and seeks to withdraw from life. The last thing he wants is a wife. Can Amy teach him what is truly important? Will love triumph in San Diego? 

If you enjoyed this story, you may also enjoy the other books in Kenneth's mail order brides Redeemed series, "A Wife For Charlie," "Clara And The Outlaw," "A Bride For Jim," "A Husband For Laurie," "Redeemed By Love," "The Surprise Widow," or Kenneth's mail order brides Rescued series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kenneth Markson
• Release date: May 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9780996554633

Kenneth Markson

While an English major at college, I wrote a column which was published weekly. I have been writing ever since. The old West and Los Angeles in the forties are eras which lend themselves to tales of romance, courage, and fast paced adventure. I particularly enjoy writing stories about the mail order brides who fearlessly took a chance and traveled West, hoping to find love and a better future. Many of the locales that I write about are places that I have either traveled through or actually lived in. I try to make my works richly accurate. My desire is to provide you with an entertaining and fun read. When I'm not writing, I enjoy spending time with my wife and two children.

Book preview

To my wife and children, always.

Chapter 1

Ugly! Ugly! Ugly! the schoolchildren cried.  Years later, she still remembered those cruel words.  Some scars heal.  Some never do.

Amy Jenkins was twelve when a fire took her mother's life, and horribly burned the right side of her face.  Her mother died, saving her.  As far as Amy was concerned, her father left her that terrible day as well.

Thomas Jenkins was overwhelmed with grief at the loss of his wife.  For some reason, he seemed to resent his daughter's presence from that time on.  Perhaps it was because Amy was the very image of her mother, with her long dark hair and blue eyes, and her father could not bear to look at her without feeling pain.

Whatever the case, he completely withdrew his love from her, just when she needed it the most.  He never cared about the cruel taunts against his daughter.  Throughout her childhood, Amy had to stand alone, and fend for herself.

Amy recently reached her eighteenth birthday.  There was no celebration in their small home.  She and her father were like two strangers who happened to share the same living quarters.

The most recognition she generally got out of him, was a nod or a grunt.  Nevertheless, Amy would prepare their meals, perform the household chores, and keep the place clean.  After dinner, her father would customarily go to his bedroom for the rest of the night.

Thomas Jenkins spent long hours during the day employed as a menial worker at a St. Louis brewery.  He worked the dangerous machines that ground, milled, and shredded the malt and barley.  The steam heat and open fires that surrounded him, were hot enough to make workers collapse from heat stroke.

Amy's father's work also required heavy physical labor.  He had a hard lot.  But he chose to make things worse, by withholding his love from his only daughter.

Chapter 2

The area where Amy lived along the banks of the Mississippi, was a rough working class neighborhood.  Besides brewing, the leading industries of the city included flour milling, slaughtering beef, machining, and tobacco processing.  The factories were like constant machines, that pushed out their products continually.

Factory workers worked long night shifts to keep their families from going hungry.  They gathered at waterfront eateries like Carson's, for breakfast and a brief respite from their grueling labor.  Carson's was about half a mile from Amy's home.

Even though it was pitch dark, Amy covered