Series: Whiskey River Brides #3 (Standalone)
Genre: Historical Romance
the snowy banks of Whiskey River, even a blizzard can’t stop the thawing of two
looking for adventure in the West, but discovers more. He’s sure he’ll never
find love, until she lands at his door. Together, Gabriella and Dirk will
discover a spark that even a blizzard can’t quench.
those who dream of a different life gather under the big, open sky. Escaping a
life of faux friends and duty, Gabriella forsakes her life of fortune and runs
away. What she gets instead is an education in the ways of the world.
Whiskey River, when a lost young woman shows up at his door. In the light of
the fireside, Gabriella and Dirk find themselves unfreezing their chilly hearts
and protecting one another against not only the cold, but from evil forces. Can
they let love in, or will they turn away from happiness when danger knocks at
depths of winter under the weight of a blizzard, return to the sleepy, snowy
banks of Whiskey River, Wyoming, in A Whiskey River Princess.
bathe first if you like,” she replied, as she sat back down on the rocking
chair. “Then we can rinse out the tub and fill it again. I’ll wait.”
chuckled. “No, I meant that you can use the water first and then I’ll use the
same water next. That is, unless you’d like to bathe after me.”
looked at him appalled, and quickly shook her head. “No, thank you. That’s
fine.” Then she walked into the utility room and closed the door behind her.
as he shook his head, and then walked over to the stove to check the last two buckets
of water. In a short while, he checked it and the water was warm, so he picked
them up and went to the utility room.
in without thinking. He kept his head down as he carried the water, not
noticing that she was already in the tub.
you doing?” Gabriella shrieked, quickly grabbing one of the towels to cover
herself. “Get out!”
up, startled. “What are you doing?”
he asked, looking only at her eyes. “I told you the water was almost ready. Not that it was!”
around, flustered. “I only heard that the water was ready. Now, get out.”
the two buckets with ease. “I was just bringing in the last two buckets of warm
out. Now!” she screamed, trying desperately to cover herself the best she could
with the towel. “Never mind the buckets. Get out.”
smile spread across his lips as he raised one eyebrow. “Oh? You want me to
leave the buckets?”
wish, your highness.” A smirk appeared on his face as he walked over to the tub
and poured one of the buckets over her head.
and flailed her arms as the warm water rushed over her, looking like a drowned
rat. “What did you do to me? Get out!”
“You asked for it.” He poured the second bucket of warm water over her head as
she flailed her arms, gasping. Then he carried both buckets to the door and
turned around. “You know, it didn’t have to be this way.”
As he walked out, he shut the door behind him, chuckling to himself.
something hit the other side of the door and crashed loudly to the floor.
mother, and free spirit, Theresa Oliver’s love affair with the written word has
spanned decades. An Indiana native, Theresa began the foundation of her writing
career as a child. Her love of reading, writing, and creative expression guided
her to seek a Bachelor’s Degree in Communications, News Editorial sequence,
from the University of Tennessee at Martin; and then continued on to earn a Master
of Arts in Teaching degree, Early Childhood Education sequence, from Armstrong
Atlantic State University.
experiences in childhood led her to want to create meaningful, positive
experiences with reading and writing for future generations, and inspire the
same love of creative expression that has been such a rewarding force behind
her career and life.
dedicated her life to the world of writing and the creation of novels that span
all levels and genres. First and foremost a mother, her greatest loves are her
three beautiful boys, to whom she dedicates the success and longevity of her
prolific career. Theresa currently resides in Kissimmee, Florida with her
beloved husband and children.