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My second historical romance, Her One and Only, is coming from Zebra Historical in July 2006 .  Like The Man for Her, this story is set in the gold rush town of Prospect.

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The only girl in a family of boys, Alice found her best friends between the pages of a good book. Snuggled in a warm quilt, she chased bad guys with Nancy Drew, nursed the sick with Cherry Ames and honed her imagination with Anne of Green Gables. As a teenager, she discovered Harlequin romances and has been hooked on  the genre ever since.

Always a history buff, Alice earned her B.A. from Queen's University at Kingston with a major in English and a minor in history, then went on to teach those subjects at a high school level. Over the years, her life took many twists and turns, with several career changes, but her love of romance and her belief in happy endings never wavered.

Now, happily married, she's living her best romance. With her husband and two cats she lives on beautiful Vancouver Island. When not spinning tales in front of her computer, she enjoys her garden, her needlework, music and the ocean view from her kitchen window. Alice is delighted to be able to combine her love of history and belief in happily-ever-after in her writing career.

 

SHE COULDN'T RESIST

A frontier mining town seems like an ideal place for Emma Douglas to make a fresh start as a schoolmarm.  But even a haven like Prospect has its distractions--in the form of dashing Grey North.  When Grey insists on accompanying her on a visit to San Francisco, mutual attraction flares into a night of unforgettable passion.

 HE WOULDN'T GIVE IN

Grey harbors 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...

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Resource Links

Fortsteele.bc.ca

Heritage.gov.bc.ca

SF Museum.org

 AlbertaSource.ca/aspenland

 

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      "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 endeavored 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 before the 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. 
     Horrified with her behavior she would have apologized but he laughed even harder. "Ah, Emma", he gasped between guffaws, stooping to rub his injured leg, "you're wonderful, with a temper to match that fiery hair of yours. You'd have been wasted in some namby-pamby drawing room down south. Welcome to the frontier, my dear. I love a woman of spirit." He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels, studying her with a thoughtful gaze. "I understand you've just refused your third marriage proposal."
    "Fourth." She corrected him without thinking then blushed when amusement lit his face."Not that it's any of your business."
    "Sit down, Emma," he perched on the edge of a pupil's desk, bracing himself with one foot and crossed his arms over his chest. "I've a proposition for you. No wait." He held up his hand to still the angry words that hovered on her tongue. "Nothing indecent. I believe, since you have refused four, he emphasized the word, proposals, that you have no interest in marriage. Right?"   She glowered at him, refusing to reply to such a presumptuous question.  "Do you know your eyes turn green when you're angry?" he remarked in a conversational tone. "They're very green just now." He grinned and swung one foot, the action emphasizing the length of his legs. Emma jerked her gaze away and stared pointedly at the clock over his shoulder.
   "Taking refuge in silence?" He shrugged. "Maybe it's just as well, gives me a chance to lay out my entire argument without interruption". He cleared his throat and launched into what sounded to Emma like a rehearsed speech. "Since you've no interest in marriage and no more have I, my proposition Miss Douglas, is that we form a mutual protection league. I'll pay court to you and you'll smile at me and bat your lashes, both of us fully aware that we are only playing a game. The result of our charade will be to fend off unwanted suitors for you and remove me from the sights of predatory females."

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