A frontier mining town seems like an ideal place for
Emma Douglas
to
make a fresh start as a school marm.
But even
a haven like Prospect has
its distraction --
in the form of dashing Grey North. When Grey
insists
onaccompanying her on a visit to San Francisco,
mutual attraction flares into a night of unforgettable passion
He Wouldn't Give In
Grey harbours his own secrets -- yet he's not about to
<>shirk
his duty when it comes to restoring
Emma's reputation
He just hadn't counted
on this
stubborn, spirited
utterly
beguiling woman refusing to marry him.
But Grey isn't the kind to back down from a challenge,
and sweet Emma's love is a prize well worth claiming . read
an excerpt;
Valdal’s
lively
historical romance is set in a Canadian frontier mining town near
Vancouver, and offers an intriguing glimpse at a bustling frontier
culture as technology––railroads, steamboat, and cable cars––compete
with horse and buggy. —Lynne
Welch
Her Wanderer
With its bountiful orchards and green
pastures,
Lottie Graham's farm looks like heaven on earth
to
Sean O'Connor. Penniless and weary after the long
journey from
his native Ireland, he'll be on his way to
the gold fields come spring
-- yet he must repay
Lottie's kindness to him somehow. But all he
has to
offer the proud beauty are his strength and boundless
determination. His heart is under lock and key . .
His Woman
Lottie has learned
the hard way to hide her deepest
emotions -- and no man will ever mean
more to her
than the young son she has raised alone. The brawny
Irishman is a temptation she must resist at all costs.
But the
aftermath of a deadly fire will bring them
closer than she ever dreamed
... to find a love more
precious than gold. read an excerpt
Tender and loving,
with an inspiring message about courage, Valdal's tale is a sweet
testimony to strong women and the men who love
them.
Romantic Times
A
wonderful story
of courage, dreams and everlasting love. A book to savor.Jo
Beverley
No matter what
Nick Cooper does to stop her, Maggie will
make a successful bed and breakfast out of The
Lilacs, the country home
she has inherited from a beloved
great aunt. He can send
all the
threatening letters he
wants. He can destroy her
kitchen with a
bulldozer.
He can even try
drowning her. It will not
matter.
Maggie Ann Keaton is
staying in Hiram's Landing!
Of course, Nick Cooper continuously proclaims his
innocence. But
Maggie is reluctant to trust the
handsome charmer. For if Nick
isn't trying to harm her,
then who is?
My first book,
Love & Lilacs, written
as Mary Alice Valdal
is still available
from amazon
and abebooks.
Love
& Lilacs
is a charming
story of small-town life, an old mystery, and
love
overcoming
doubt. A heroine to warm your heart."
- reader review
An exerpt fromHer
One and Only
"Mr.
North, I did not ask you to come here. I did
not ask you to perform my work. I did not ask your opinion of my
character or my background. You are rude, insulting, insinuating and
impertinent. I have endeavoured to be polite but you are apparently too
thick-headed to recognize when a lady wishes to avoid your attentions
so I will tell you outright. I don't like you, Mr. North. I want you to
leave me alone."
There
was a moment of stunned silence while Emma congratulated herself
on having put him in his place. Oddly, she was no longer blushing,
although such an unladylike outburst should have left her covered with
embarrassment. Instead she felt wondrously free and powerful. Using
plain words instead of honeyed hints was delightfully refreshing. Then
he threw back his head and laughed, his amusement issuing from his
throat in rich, genuine mirth. Her self-satisfaction wilted like an
alpine flower beforethe frost but her anger flared as
brightly as the fire that filled the stove. She picked up a small stick
of wood from the woodbox and hurled
it across the room at her tormentor, catching him smartly on the shin.
An Excerpt from The
Man for Her
Lottie
Graham approached the entrance to Barclay’s Mercantile and two
women gossiping in its shadow flattened themselves against the
weathered board and batten, whisking their skirts tightly against their
legs as though fearful of contamination from the slightest contact with
Crazy Lottie.
Turning a hard
stare upon them she charged, unseeing, through the open
door of the Mercantile and jostled hard against someone entering from
the other side.
"I beg your ..."
She looked up, the apology dying on her lips, as she
gazed into eyes as blue as the Irish sea. Eyes that could fill with
passion and darken to the deepest hue of midnight. Eyes she had dreamed
of for ten long years. The room began to whirl about her, the floor
tilting up at a bizarre angle, the shelves seeming to buckle and heave
before her eyes.
"Ma’am?" The
Irish lilt was right but the voice was too deep.
She stared at the
stranger. He was the right height, about six feet,
but he had broader shoulders than the man she remembered. The blue eyes
looked out from a more rugged face and there was no smile to curve the
wide mouth. She had been mistaken. The room took on its proper form and
her heart died within her .... again.
An
Excerpt from Love
&
Lilacs
"No
need to get on your high horse," he teased her. "I'll admit I
was at fault for startling you." He held out his hand.
"Nick Cooper, at your service."
Maggie
froze. This was Nick Cooper. This strong,
self-assured male radiating energy and power was Nick Cooper.
This was the man who threatened to take The Lilacs away from her.
This was Nick Cooper, whom she loathed without ever having met.
This was the man who had wormed his way into Great-aunt Margaret's life
and tricked her into signing an agreement of sale. She'd been
prepared to deal with a small-town shyster who preyed on old ladies but
would turn tail and run when confronted with a fighter. She had
imagined him as small and oily and shifty-eyed -- no real menace at
all. She had never imagined this vital, open, smiling man.
This Nick Cooper scared her very much.