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Read Chapter One of WYOMING WILDFLOWERS: THE BEGINNING -- the foundation for all the loves that follow. And if you'd like to read an excerpt from ALMOST A BRIDE, Book 2, there's an excerpt at the end.


Denver — thirty-five years ago
Chapter One

“C’mon, c’mon, hurry up! Nobody cares our bus broke down. Just want a good time at curtains up!”

“I swear, if he says the show must go on, I’ll clobber him.”

Donna Roberts laughed at her roommate’s grumble. Lydia let the company’s chief nagger get under her skin at the best of times. For Lydia, like most in their national touring production of “Sweet Charity,” those best times came only when performing.

Now Lydia groaned. It also got under her skin that Donna was not among that most. “Don’t tell me you can still laugh.”

The two-and-a-half days since closing in Omaha had been tough. They’d also been a breath of fresh air and real life to Donna.

Not that being in a national touring company wasn’t rewarding. The weeks of rehearsals in New York had been amazing. Learning songs and choreography had left her walking on air — metaphorically. Literally, her feet had ached like crazy. So, months on the road wore off the gloss. That was only natural.

“C’mon, c’mon,” Brad shouted again. “Get your stuff to your rooms, get what you need, and back here in twenty.”

“We would if we could,” Lydia muttered.

Crew that had been on the bus should have been at the theater hours ago to prep for curtain. They’d slung bags into the lobby pell-mell sending arriving’s routine confusion into chaos.

Donna slid off her coat to drape it on the lobby’s old-fashioned banister. No way was she risking her prize to the protruding corners and edges of the luggage pile. She stepped over a bag, slid her foot into a crack, and stretched toward a slice of blue that might be …

“Sound-check top of the hour, everybody but Charity–”

“Sure, Miss TV Star gets a pass,” Lydia hissed to Donna.

” — then run-through only before curtain. Run-through only!” Brad shouted. “Twenty! Not a second more. Go, go, Go!”

Donna shifted her weight to her front leg. She elbowed aside a knobby canvas bag with something protruding, and … Yes, it was her bag. If she could budge that duffel, which had to outweigh her, and the suitcase on top of it —

She stopped, frozen by the sensation of a spotlight trained on her, when she was neither on stage nor a star. Still, from her high school and college days, she wasn’t unfamiliar with the experience. This brought similar warmth across her chest and throat, while her fingers and toes went cold, butterflies rioted in her stomach, and her heart swelled with a rightness. Yet this was different …

Yes, that was it. Each element was even warmer, even colder, even flightier, and carried far, far more rightness.

Slowly, she lifted her head.

A tall young man with broad shoulders stood at the edge of the company’s chaos. He wore a blue-striped shirt tucked into jeans, topped by a plain tan winter jacket, and a dark brown cowboy hat. She had never seen a cowboy hat look more at home on anyone, including John Wayne and Steve McQueen.

He wasn’t the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. She’d been in the business for a year and a half now, and she’d seen a fair number of drop-dead gorgeous guys. Feature for feature, he didn’t match up. No way.

Attractive, absolutely. Appealing, oh, yes. And something else … Real. That was it. Real.

He looked back at her steadily, almost solemnly.

Deep in his eyes, a light burned that she couldn’t quite catch. Almost as if she glimpsed — Donna sucked in a breath.

The sound snapped her trance, and she broke the look.

What had gotten into her? He probably wasn’t even looking at her. Most likely, she’d caught the edge of somebody else’s spot. Plenty of the girls were knockouts — they sure were taller, with legs that went on and on and on, while Donna’s just went.

He was probably looking at Lydia or Raeanne or MaryBeth or Nora. She hoped not Nora.

She looked back at the young man.

He was looking at her.

Only at her.

Her heart ba-BOOMed like the bass drum.

“Let’s go, let’s go! C’mon, Roberts. You asleep in there?”

Donna jolted, nearly losing her balance. “My bag. Bottom –”

Before her mumble was half out, the tall young man strode forward, removed duffel and suitcase with ease, and scooped up her bag, presenting it to her like it weighed nothing.

She stared into steady gray eyes with a spark that —

“Roberts!” Brad shouted.

She grabbed the handles of her bag, and lugged it behind her as she retraced her path through the dwindling mass of bags. At the edge, she turned back. The young man stood where she’d left him, watching her.

“Thank you.”

“Welcome.” He smiled. And drop-dead gorgeous didn’t hold a candle to him.

“Donna! Not holding this elevator if you don’t get in now,” Lydia yelled.

“Thank you very much!” She wheeled, grabbed her coat, and ran for the elevator.


Ed Currick remained where he was, watching the closed elevator door until physiology forced him to blink.

In his life he’d been thrown by horses, bulls, and a tractor. Nothing had ever knocked the breath out of him the way she had.

Entering from the street, he’d discovered the dignified, even stuffy atmosphere of the Rockton Hotel he’d left this morning transformed to a loud, energized, and disorganized scene.

He’d looked across the lobby at the crowd causing the hubbub, and there she’d been. Laughing.

The faces around her had been varying shades of intent, harried, cranky, drawn.

She was laughing….

She was the shortest in a cluster of young women, yet she’d held every bit of his attention. Then she’d taken off her coat, revealing curves perfectly proportioned to her height, and waded into the mountain of luggage like the adventure of a lifetime….

To that point he’d been intrigued.

Then she looked up and their gazes met …

It was like all the horses, bulls, and tractors he’d ever been on had gotten together and thrown him at once. Like he was lying flat, with not an atom of air left in his lungs, while something stronger and hotter expanded his heart until he was sure his chest wouldn’t hold it, and all the while he stared into the dazzling sun.

“Are you okay, young man?”

He jerked his head around, only then realizing he’d stayed in place staring at the closed elevator door for who knew how long.

A tiny woman, easily as old as his grandmother, stood nearby, wrapped up in obvious preparation for going outside.

“Ma’am.” He tipped his hat. “I’m fine, Ma’am.”

“You look like you saw a ghost.”

“No, Ma’am.” And what he thought he saw he wasn’t about to tell a soul. Ever.

Her gaze flicked to the elevator door, then back to him. “Hmph” was all she said before exiting.

He pulled in a breath, and damned if his chest didn’t feel sore, almost like he had been thrown by a horse or a bull or a tractor.

Not that a little soreness mattered.

After every one of the throws he’d ever experienced, he’d not only gotten up off the ground, he’d eventually mastered the beast or machinery he’d been tackling. Most times after a lot of hard work and a few more rib-jolting throws, but he got there in the end.

He’d just do the same with her.

He felt his lips twist up. Well, not exactly the same. This was going to require a skill set that didn’t enter into his daily life much. Nope, horse-sense, cow-sense, and mechanical aptitude weren’t going to get him very far with her.


He hadn’t even gotten her name. And that could be a real drawback, since he intended to marry her.

. . . What follows love at first sight for Donna and Ed . . . especially when their dreams pull them in opposite directions?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

An excerpt from ALMOST A BRIDE

Matty Brennan’s plan to save her family ranch means asking Dave Currick, the childhood sweetheart she’s sworn would never hurt her again, for one little favor….

“We’d get married, then after a while, we’d get divorced. Uncontested. Nice and clean.”

He raised one eyebrow. “Not sure I’ve ever heard of a clean divorce, much less a nice one.”

“That’s because all those other divorces were between people who were married.”

“You got me there, Matty, That’s a fact.”

“Oh, quit with the Gary Cooper act, Currick. You know what I mean. We would be pretending to be married. I mean, we’d get married, but we wouldn’t be married. We wouldn’t –” She shot him a glowering look to be sure he got her point. “–do things married couples do. So the divorce would be no big deal.”

He rubbed his chin. God, he’d gone from Gary Cooper to Gabby Hayes. If he said Well, Goooolllleeee, she’d belt him.

“Uh-huh. Okay, so we get married–without really being married–and then we get divorced. I have that right?”


“How long?”

“How long what?”

“Before we get divorced?”

She hadn’t thought that out yet. Better give herself some leeway.

“Five years.”

He jerked up from the pole as if it had caught on fire. “Five years!”

She crossed her arms and braced her legs. “Five years isn’t a life sentence, you know. It’s not like we’d have to be together all the time. We’d only have to make it look like we were married.”

He rested back against the pole. “So it would be okay if I fooled around on the side?”

“No!” She would have taken that back if she could, especially when he got smug. “We have to keep up proper appearances. That’s part of the deal.”

“Matty, honey, be reasonable. Unless you’re rethinking your position on conjugal rights –”


“– And you don’t want me running around on you, five years is definitely out of the question.”

She gave in with ill grace. “Four years.”

“Six months.”

“No way. Three years.”

“One year.”

“Two years.”

“Eighteen months.”

She figured furiously in her head. “Twenty-two months before we start divorce proceedings.”

“Done.” He stuck out his hand. She put hers in it. He wrapped his big hand around hers, the calluses slightly abrading the tender skin across the back of her hand and the strength of his fingers pressing against hers.

Still holding her hand, he leaned back against the pole, unbalancing her enough that she had to take a step toward him to keep from falling over.

“Now, what do I get out of this deal?”

. . . Find out how this deal works for Dave and Matty in ALMOST A BRIDE!

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Heart-felt and breath-taking romances from multiple USA Today bestselling and award-winning author Patricia McLinn tell the stories of the people of the Slash-C Ranch. A bit of humor, enough dogs and horses to go around, and people you'll root for and love spending time with. 

"I have read the whole Wyoming Wildflower series and loved them all. The people are so real. I find at the end of each book the desire to have the book keep going on and on." ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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  • Wyoming Wildflowers: The Beginning     
            What comes after love at first sight?
  • Almost a Bride
     She'll do anything to save her ranch, even ask him to marry her
  • Match Made in Wyoming
      A reclusive cowboy's secrets battered by a blizzard, a puppy . . . and her.
  • My Heart Remembers
       She thought she'd left the past behind, now he's here in her town.
  • A New World
       She'd always been practical . . . until Cahill McCrea.
  • Jack's Heart
        Her cowboy rescuer needs rescuing.
  • Rodeo Nights
    A second chance at love?  Or another heartbreak?
  • Where Love Lives
    One night together. Can they ever get past it?
  • A Cowboy Wedding
    A happily ever-after shindig . . . but someone plans a different ending.
  • Making Christmas
    Ho, Ho, Uh-oh! How can they celebrate an accidental Noel.

Customer Reviews

Based on 57 reviews
Tiffany Linz

Absolutely love all the books, Thank you again for all you do. I really appreciate it.


There are some authors you can count on to deliver a well-written fast-moving, perfect story. Patricia McLinn is one of those few. This was a great easy read that makes you look forward to everything else se's written. Well done, and thank you.

Not a Good Book, but a GREAT BOOK!

I really enjoyed this book! Not often do I write reviews at least positive ones like this, but I was captured on the first words in this book as Donna and Ed would wind their way through a true romance! If I could give this 10 stars I would have!

Beautiful story

I felt like I was right there with these characters. Can't wait to read what comes next.

Lovely story

Fantastic job. I could not get enough of this book.