Mail Order Family: Fortune Creek, #1
By Amanda Davis and Amy Callahan
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A Sweet, Clean, Modern-Day Mail Order Bride Romance
Tanner Holt neither wants nor needs a wife. For the wealthy rancher, his daughter Chloe, foreman Josiah, and ranch hands are all the family he needs.
Chloe Holt loves her dad, but she needs a mom. So, armed with her dad's credit card, the ten-year-old finds them the perfect wife and mother.
She prays that the pretty lady with the kind eyes will give them a chance…. and that her dad doesn't ground her for life when he finds out!
Heather Ayer is down on her luck and has just done the craziest thing. She applied to a mail order bride agency. Marrying a man she's never met is insane. Then again, maybe it's the fresh start she needs.
Mail Order Family is a short, 23,000-word novella. It is a contemporary mail-order bride romance with inspirational themes of family, faith, and love. As always, it is clean and wholesome with a guaranteed happily ever after ending.
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Mail Order Family - Amanda Davis
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The building was a brownstone affair. It looked perfectly innocuous from the outside, sitting prettily within the tree-lined street amidst rows of other replica houses. Heather double checked the GPS on her cell phone, not daring to walk up the stairs to its entrance just yet. The destination was confirmed to be correct, and eyeing the building again she could see a small silver plaque by the buzzer indicating that the building wasn’t residential.
Heather couldn’t quite believe what she was about to do. It felt like she was having an out of body experience, and that, surely, she was living someone else’s life and not her own. Up until one month ago, she had been engaged to her boyfriend of three years, readying a beautiful apartment on the Upper East Side that was to be their home after they married, hosting dinner parties and attending charity functions. She had never stopped to think that her existence as it was might be transient, that the life she had planned for herself could at any moment veer wildly off course.
Despite the beautiful New York spring day, Heather was walking around beneath her own black cloud. The stairs up to the brownstone would lead her into the offices of a mail order bride service, the last place on earth Heather would have imagined herself being just a short few months ago.
Taking a deep breath and summoning what little courage she had left, Heather slowly made her way up to the entrance, ready to meet her future.
Sitting in the well-lit office of an immaculately dressed Mrs. Atkinson, Heather shrunk beneath the woman’s searching inspection. No doubt she was taking in Heather’s expensive attire, but also her haphazard appearance, and the dark shadows that rested beneath her eyes.
And you are how old, Ms. Ayer?
She inquired, pen and clipboard out as she filled Heather’s details into an exceptionally thick application form.
Call me Heather, please. I’m twenty-nine.
Heather smiled at the woman, and tried to look accommodating and warm. Mrs. Atkinson returned the smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
And what is it that you do, Heather?
The woman looked up from her clipboard expectantly. A silence filled the room. Heather hadn’t been gainfully employed for the last three years. Since becoming Bertram’s girlfriend, she had dedicated her waking hours to accommodate his business, as he requested. She had managed his weekend schedules, his country club meetings and events. She had cooked, cleaned and ferried clothes back and forth to the dry cleaners. Under the scrutiny of Mrs. Atkinson’s glare, she felt embarrassed. At the time, she’d found her role fulfilling, happy in the knowledge that she was making his life easier and contributing in the small way that she could to his success. Now, she just felt stupid.
Well,
Heather hesitated, drawing out the silence, I am starting my own baking company. It’s just in the initial stages, drawing out the business plan…but Bergdorf Goodman and Bloomingdales have so far shown great interest. We’re just finalizing the details.
Mrs. Atkinson finally looked impressed, but Heather wanted the ground to swallow her whole. It was all a complete lie, or worse, a dream. A dream that she had floated past Bertram, who had subsequently told her, in no uncertain terms, that no way would his wife-to-be work as a baker.
"Well, that sounds lovely. We do like the women on our books to have passions and joy de vivre. What is it exactly that you’re looking for?"
The question elicited another long pause. What did she want? She really just wanted someone to love her as she was, without constantly putting her under pressure to change, to become someone else—a sleeker, more finessed version of Heather. However, it was highly doubtful that she would find her perfect match through a mail order bride service. She would happily settle for companionship, she decided, and that would be all. If she wanted passion and romance, she’d read a book.
I’d really just like a kind man. I don’t mind what he does or where he lives. I also –
she paused, and took another breath. This was important. Well, the truth is, I can’t have children.
Trying to say the words without breaking down was hard. But it was a fact, and one that Heather had lived with for a year now. The heavy, crashing waves of grief that had first hit her when she found out were slowly being reduced to small, daily sorrows that were now a part of her.
So,
Heather continued, it would be wonderful if the man in question had children. It doesn’t matter how old, or how many. I love children, and it would be nice to be around them.
Mrs. Atkinson scribbled rapidly down on the notepad and gave her a faux smile of sympathy. Heather tried to return it, but she knew from experience that women who had children, or didn’t want children, never understood the pain of not being able to give birth. They would always make bright suggestions about UVF treatments, but those types of treatments would do Heather no good. She’d had the best specialists in the country examine her, all of whom had assured her that she would remain infertile. Eventually, the well-meaning women would run out of things to say to her, and Heather would end up feeling like a social pariah. Some women she once circulated with, part of Bertram’s social set, had treated her like she was contagious. As though infertility could be caught.
Well, many of the men on our books are divorcees or widows, so that would be a likelihood.
Mrs. Atkinson paused, and sighed. But, Heather, I must say, we’re unlikely to find you the caliber of man you may have been used to.
She pointedly eyed Heather’s Hermés bag. Those type of men,
she cleared her throat and shuffled some pages on her desk, Well, they tend to prefer women who are…let’s say…polished. Less full figured, perhaps? Do you understand what I’m saying?
Heather’s cheeks flushed bright crimson. She looked at Mrs. Atkinson’s emaciated figure across the desk, and then looked down at her own full-to-bursting cleavage in her dress. She knew exactly what Mrs. Atkinson was trying to say. For all Heather’s breeding and attractive appearance, the men who ruled Manhattan liked their women looking like reed-thin supermodels. Women that only ate lettuce leaves, had the regulation honey-blonde highlights, and vampish manicures. It was a world that Heather had tried to fit into ever since she was a young girl. Yo-yo dieting had been her constant companion through high school, and it was made worse when she met Bertram who’d insisted on buying her a gym membership and a bathroom scale. She had even tried to dye her deep chestnut brown hair platinum, but her beloved hairdresser had point-blank refused and stormed out in a fury at her request.
I understand,
Heather’s tone was cooler this time, I’m not looking for a Manhattan businessman, just a good, kind man, as I said. That’s all.
Back on the street, Heather felt shame wash over her. The