First published in 2016 by Angel Creek Press.

Mail-Order Bride Ink! Mischief, Marriage and Mayhem, these brides have something to write about! Mrs. Pettigrew, of the Pettigrew Mail-Order Bride Agency sees to that! She likes to hear from all her brides and loves a happy ending. But to ensure her brides get one, she does things to help love along. Sometimes, however, those things don’t always go as planned… Dear Mrs. Pettigrew, I made it to Clear Creek without incident. Unfortunately, my intended was unable to meet me at the stage as he was otherwise engaged in being shot at by bloodthirsty outlaws! He, of course, was shooting in return, but that’s not the sort of excuse a bride wants to be told! I hope I made the right decision in coming here. My life as a Southern Belle of Savannah is quickly fading, my hope with it. I don’t know if I’m the right sort of bride for this Eli Turner. He’s everything a southern gentleman is not. I’m everything a woman of Clear Creek is not! Are you sure this is going to work? Speaking of work, the women here expect me to do a lot of it. I knew there would be some involved, but I had no idea life on the prairie could be so hard. I did, however, manage to bake my first pie without burning it, or the house down, with it. A small achievement and I hope the first of many. I’ll need many more to survive this place! IF I survive … Write me as soon as you can! Sincerely, Pleasant Comfort Eli Turner's older brother Tom had been happily married for the last six years and had a couple of children to boot. Now it was Eli's turn, but was he ready? He was just a simple deputy after all with an even simpler house to call home. What did he have to offer a bride? Especially the one he got! His mail-order bride wasn't anything like he expected and probably wouldn't survive life out west. What's a man to do with a swooning female? Pleasant Comfort hadn't planned on getting married, least of all to a man she had no say about. So when her father tries to marry her off to the despicable Rupert Jerney just to save himself from financial ruin, she does what any self-respecting Souther Belle of Savannah would do. She hightails it out of Georgia! But doing so as a mail-order bride might not have been her first choice.She wasn't made for roughing it without servants, a cook, and six older brothers to look out for her. What's a Southern Belle to do when the women of Clear Creek get a hold of her and have other ideas?

Dear Mrs. Pettigrew, My name is Major Comfort and I am writing to you to clear up a matter of great importance. It seems a grave mistake has been made. A woman by the name of Lucretia Lynch arrived in town claiming to be my mail-order bride. The trouble is, I didn’t send for one! My guess is my father is behind this. His name is Buford Comfort, and for some insane reason he thinks I should marry. Yesterday! Unfortunately, so does my so-called mail-order bride. She is determined to get me to the altar and to make matters worse, her father traveled with her, which only complicates the situation. I’m not a drinking man, Mrs. Pettigrew, but I’m strongly considering taking it up! I implore you to write me post haste so we can get this straightened out as soon as possible! Sincerely, Major Quincy Comfort Honoria Cooke always knew she wasn’t as refined a young lady as she ought to be. She loved the feel of the wind in her hair as she raced her horse across the prairie. She could climb a tree as well as any of her brothers or cousins, out run them too. But when Major Quincy Comfort caught her eye, she wondered if she was the sort of woman to ever catch his. Just when she began to think so and let her heart fly, the unthinkable happened … Lucretia Lynch was beautiful, sophisticated, well-dressed and from the glorious South. What was not to like as far as a southern gentlemen such as Major Comfort and his brothers were concerned? Moreover, she showed up in Clear Creek as Major’s mail-order bride! He claimed it was a mistake, a whim of his father. But as the days wore on, Honoria noticed him taking more and more interest in Miss Lynch which could only lead to the inevitable. What had she been thinking? How could she possible compete with the likes of a true Southern Belle? She couldn’t. Enjoy this sweet, clean historical western romance set in the whimsical town of Clear Creek. Where anything can happen, and usually does!

Sophie Baxter had been passed from relative to relative after her parents died. Eventually, said relatives passed on too, leaving Sophie no choice but become a mail-order bride. But in Sophie’s case, she looked forward to it. No more drudgery, no more taking care of sick relatives, watching them die, then doing it all over again with another set. No, this was progress! But when Sophie arrives in Independence, Oregon to finally meet her future husband, she gets more than she bargained for. A lot more! Following in his father’s footsteps, Fletcher Vander took to practicing law like a duck takes to water. Too bad his methods were so frowned upon by his current employers. Worse, his unorthodox ways got him fired. With a stiff upper lip, he returns home to Independence, where the unthinkable has happened! Who’d have thought life in the tiny town would suddenly become so exciting? And in the midst of it all was a true damsel in distress. Maybe getting fired and forced to go home wasn’t going to be so bad after all … Enjoy this sweet, clean, wholesome western historical romance! And visit with a few familiar characters to boot!

Dear Mrs. Pettigrew, My name is Oscar White. I run a stage stop with my family between Clear Creek and Oregon City in the state of Oregon. We homesteaded here in 1849. I live with my two younger brothers, Henry and Anson, and our mother. After careful consideration, I find myself in need of a wife. I’m not getting any younger, and figured it was time. I am forty-five years of age, a simple man with simple needs. I am tall, so a woman of some height would be good. I work hard as does my family, so don’t need no wilting flower. She’s got to be strong and able to help my ma and me run things. That means cooking, sewing, mending, the usual chores for women folk. She’s also got to be good-natured. We run a fine stage stop and have a good reputation. I don’t want it sullied by some woman with bad manners and a temper. Respectfully Yours Oscar White But what he didn't tell a future bride, was about the isolation she'd have to endure. The White's Stage Stop was in the middle of nowhere, five days travel from the nearest town. Other than his mother, she'd be the only other woman there. No friends, no social circles, no steady contact with anyone but his family. But then, his future bride has things yet to be revealed of her own ... Enjoy this sweet, clean and wholesome historical western romance complete with some of your favorite Clear Creek characters, not to mention one or two new ones to boot!

Three Brides. Three Grooms. What can go wrong?

Owen Kincaid wanted a wife. Unfortunately, he didn't expect one to arrive the same day he told his parents he did. Jennie Beauregard was a widow on the run. Not that she had to run fast. How fast can a ninety-something railroad tycoon go? But it wasn't the man her brother wanted to marry her off to this time that she had to worry about, but her brother himself. After all, he could pursue her at a fast pace. With another unwanted arranged marriage staring her in the face, there was only one thing to do! Get married to someone else! But to do that, Jennie needed a matchmaker. Imagine her surprise when she wound up with two! But despite the help, she wasn't prepared to marry someone so different from the men her brother chose. Nor was she ready to have a whole new family. Unfortunately, some of them weren't ready for her either. How was love ever going to blossom? Find out in this sweet, clean historical western romance about first loves and acceptance.