Willie, My love
by Judy Ann Davis
Data Sheet
TAGLINE:
Can two stubborn
hearts find love under the tall white pines?
BLURB:
The year is 1856. White pine is king of
the forest.
The last thing Jonathan Wain wants to do is ride miles through Pennsylvania’s wilderness to help his father’s logging partner in the small settlement of Clearfield. His family owns clipper ships in the Chesapeake Bay that carry the coveted logs to the markets each spring, and they can’t afford a loss.
The last thing Wilhelmina Wydcliffe wants is a handsome sea captain from Maryland meddling in her father’s logging operations under attack by unknown enemies. A feisty tomboy and better known as Willie to her crews, she has a dream to be the largest logging operator east of the Mississippi River.
When both Willie’s and Jonathan’s lives are threatened, they are forced to work together to find their enemies before both of their companies are in shambles.
The last thing Jonathan Wain wants to do is ride miles through Pennsylvania’s wilderness to help his father’s logging partner in the small settlement of Clearfield. His family owns clipper ships in the Chesapeake Bay that carry the coveted logs to the markets each spring, and they can’t afford a loss.
The last thing Wilhelmina Wydcliffe wants is a handsome sea captain from Maryland meddling in her father’s logging operations under attack by unknown enemies. A feisty tomboy and better known as Willie to her crews, she has a dream to be the largest logging operator east of the Mississippi River.
When both Willie’s and Jonathan’s lives are threatened, they are forced to work together to find their enemies before both of their companies are in shambles.
But as their attraction to each other
escalates, can they set aside their differences, unearth the truth and
troublemakers, and discover contentment in each other’s arms?
EXCERPT:
Smiling, Jonathan took Willie’s proffered
hand and shook it, without releasing it. “To show you I bargain in good faith, I
offer your pistol as well.” With his free hand, he pulled her small, single
shot, dueling pistol from his waistcoat and placed it in her open palm.
“But I have absolutely nothing to trade,”
she said with a haughty theatrical voice.
“Ah, ha,” he whispered, pulling her close
to him. “A kiss, perhaps?”
Her voice exploded as she tried to push
him away. “Why you arrogant scoundrel, I ought to shoot you with this gun.”
His face moved closer. She gasped in
surprise before his mouth swooped down on her lips. The kiss was brief, but
soft and bewitching, and when he released her, she skidded safely backward.
“Now tell me,” he crooned in a velvet
voice. “Why do you carry a loaded pistol?”
“For rattlesnakes.” Her hand fell to her
side, the pistol enclosed in the folds of her dress.
“And the knife?”
“To cut off their rattles.”
He laughed, his hearty chuckles filling up
the room and silence around them. “I'd rather sit naked with the rattlesnake
than with you so heavily armed.”
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AUTHOR BIO:
Judy Ann Davis began
her career in writing as a copy and continuity writer for radio and television
in Scranton, PA. She holds a degree in Journalism and Communications and has
written for industry and education throughout her career.
Over a dozen of her
short stories have appeared in various literary and small magazines, and
anthologies, and have received numerous awards. To date, she was written five
novels, a collection of short stories, and a novella. Her works encompass
romance, mystery, western, and paranormal in the historical as well as the
contemporary arena. Her last novel, Four White Roses, was a finalist in the
Book Excellence and Georgia Romance Writers’ Maggie awards.
When Judy Ann is not
behind a computer, you can find her looking for anything humorous to make her
laugh or swinging a golf club where the chuckles are few.
She is a member of
Pennwriters, Inc. and Romance Writers of America, and lives in Central
Pennsylvania.
VISIT HER ON:
Her blog: www.judyanndavis.blogspot.com
The Web: www.judyanndavis.com
Facebook: Judy Ann
Davis Author
Twitter:
@JudyAnnDavis4
TIDBIT OF INFORMATION:
“Willie,
My Love” developed from my curiosity of the logging industry in the 1880s in my
town of Clearfield, Pennsylvania. The manuscript was so large, I had to cut it
from 114,000 words to 96,000. That was the most difficult part of the entire
process.
