Release Date: December 18, 2013 Format: ebook Publisher:The Wild Rose Press AISN# B00ES5K4YU Keywords: Historical, Romance, Sweet, Novella
Back of the book blurb:
Dismissed from her job as a scullery maid and cast aside by her lover, pregnant Cara Morland has no choice but to return to her father’s farm. While lies of widowhood keep her from disgrace, Cara is faced with a local landowner’s unwanted attentions. Without the social status to do much more than avoid the vile man, she loses hope of ever finding happiness.
A friendship based on mutual loneliness blossoms between Cara and James Elliot, a young farm hand hired by her father. He offers his protection, and one shared kiss reveals his heart, but propriety and her feigned grieving period hinders what they both desire.
When Cara’s stalker learns the truth of her circumstances, he gives her an ultimatum—submit to his possession or he’ll ruin her second chance at love with James.
"Alone No More is a great read full of emotion, real-to-life suspense, and old-fashioned romance. I didn’t hesitate to give it 5 stars, and it became a favorite before I even finished reading. Highly recommended! Ladies, you have to read this one!" - Chrys Fey
"I'm not usually a fan of first person narrative, or of old fashioned style speech, but this just worked. A lovely story, fitting for the time, I was taken on the journey with her, willing the girl to get her man." - Wendy Jones
Reminding myself to breathe in the soil-scented air, I held my chin high as I rounded a blackthorn hedge. Our three-room cottage came into view. It being a Monday, white sheets and clothing waved in the sunlight peeking through the low clouds.
Papa followed his oxen-pulled harrow in the field to my left, his back to me. Mama knelt in the fenced-in kitchen garden on the opposite side of the house.
Pulse thundering, my chest tightened and I swallowed down rising nausea.
Papa reached the far end of the field and turned the oxen. He halted the beast and raised a hand above his eyes. I waved, forcing my lips to turn upward as he hurried across the field. “Cara!”
Mama’s head whipped up. She pushed to her feet, brushing dirt from her hands. Moving much slower than Papa, she exited the garden and strode down the lane.
Papa reached me first and stopped short of touching me. “What are you doing home, child?”
“S…Sir Linton relieved me of my duties.”
His dark brow furrowed, wrinkling the skin around the cornflower blue eyes I had inherited. “What happened, lass?”
I glanced over his shoulder at Mama and clutched the sack in front of my stomach.
Lips pursed and brown eyes blazing, Mama tucked her arms beneath her ample bosom. “Cara.” She greeted me with no warmth. No open arms.