I’m hard at work finishing up my new Christmas
novella. This one is a little different. I went back to my best-selling western
series, The Burnett Brides that I had written years ago. The series, set in the
old west, is about a mother who has three very stubborn sons who have not gotten
married. She wants grandchildren, and they’re not even married. So she pulls
some tricks and by the time the third son is married, the children wanted to
return the favor of finding her true love. I never wrote that book until now.
Eugenia Burnett (be careful what names you choose in
books because they stay around a long time) has sworn never to remarry. She
doesn’t need a husband or want one. She’s a free spirit doing what she pleases
and doesn’t need a man to boss her around. Yet she’s not given up her
matchmaking ways either. Now she’s moved on to the people she knows, and she’s
putting widows and widowers together. Until one widower, Wyatt Jones (think
John Wayne meets Maureen O’Hara) lets her know in front of a crowded restaurant
that he’s not interested in any of the women she keeps sending him except her.
He wants to marry her.

