Brides Of Benson Series

After a man and a woman end up at unexpected stops on their journey, fate will intervene to try and change their paths...   Lucifer Grant, the nephew of Ulysses S. Grant, left the eighteenth President's side to make a place for himself in the wild west, leaving politics behind. He had also given up hope of ever finding that one special lady. One who didn't have an agenda, and would love him for who he was, and not what he could do to further their station in life.   He stumbles across a small town looking for good leadership and finds himself in the role of sheriff. Right away, he's caught in the middle of the personal wars between the townsfolk and ranchers. Anxious to find a permanent replacement and get on his way further west, he meets the stagecoach with five blushing brides as its passengers.   Buttercup Price was upset when she learned she'd have to leave the one man she cared about behind and hoped he'd wait by the door patiently for her return. She's traveling to San Francisco to visit her Aunt Gemmy with a trusted escort.   Fearing being robbed or scalped by Indians, they find themselves sharing a coach with five mail-order brides headed for Benson, Arizona, near Tombstone.   However, not long into their journey, she has a difficult time keeping her mouth shut and quickly makes an enemy of one of the brides-to-be.   The detour they had to make to Benson was unexpected. But once she sets eyes on the town sheriff, all her other plans are soon forgotten. 

   Jonny wished she'd never set foot in this godforsaken town…   What was she thinking when she'd accepted the offer, to begin with? Jonny knew what had sent her fleeing to this territory. She was running from Blaine Masters. His cruelty and his unforgiving nature were only a few of the reasons she'd left her family behind.   Blaine continued to use his threats against her father to urge her to marry him. She couldn't do it; she knew what a bastard he was. If she married him, one day, she'd end up dead in the dust, like his first wife.   She'd come to Arizona to draw him away from her family in Black Hawk, Wyoming, and it seemed that Blaine might have already found her. The dead bodies she'd found left at her doorstep almost weekly, was something Blaine would do.   The only thing she could do was to confide in her deputy.   Sherman Oaks hadn't wanted to answer to a woman when the new sheriff first arrived…   However, that quickly changed once he learned she was serious about her job. She wanted to keep the people who lived in Benson safe, but in doing so, she might have made them all a target.   It took a little convincing, but Sherman finally agreed to go along with the sheriff's plan. Not because he cared a lick about some of the townspeople who Blaine was threatening, but because he was quickly falling for the brash, sexy woman who wore the badge.   Sherman vowed to protect the sheriff if it was the last thing he did in this town.  

Ruby Jackson is a broken young woman…   Ruby was grateful when she learned her father was finally going to prison for everything, he'd done to her and her sister, Pearl.   However, it was hard for Ruby to trust anyone after what she experienced at his hands. She wasn't close to her mother – almost hated her. After all, she was the one who had allowed the abuse to happen in the first place.   Ruby had to leave Benson. If anyone found out what had happened to her, she wouldn't be able to live with the name-calling or the shame.   Ruby was on her way to buy a stagecoach ticket with the money she had stolen from her momma. She wasn't paying attention, in her haste to get there, and was nearly trampled by a stranger riding through town on his horse.   Phillip Matthews was looking for a place to keep his horses…   Phillip wanted to find a place to live that was closer to the border of Mexico. He bred horses, and because of his knowledge and obsession with that breed, he was known as Mustang.   The Mustangs, or as the Spanish called them, Mustengo, which meant ownerless beast, were a strong breed. Most people considered them wild or feral. Phillip, however, knew they were misunderstood. They needed a gentler hand, patience, and, most of all, kindness.   After leaving Tombstone, Phillip rode into a smaller place known as Benson. While making his way through town, he saw a little slip of a girl run across the road in front of him. Her eyes flashed at Phillip, reminding him of the wild mustangs.   He reached down and patted his horse on the neck, "Bounty, I think we'll stop here for a bit, and see what else this place has to offer."