Juliet Waldron
Historical Romance
978-1935171225
280 pages
About
Based upon the story of the author's great grandmother, who was a real life mail-order bride. Sophie agrees to marry a wealthy man she's never met—but life has other plans.
Reviews
"From the first page of Juliet Waldron’s tender romance, the reader will be rooting for beautiful, mail-order bride, Sophie. Far from home, married one day and widowed the next, she is left penniless and adrift in post Civil-War Pennsylvania, a country where she is unfamiliar with the language, and resented by her dead husband’s family. The last thing she expects is to be attracted to another member of the haughty Wildbach tribe. Karl Joseph is still trying to forget his wartime experience and the painful relationship he had with his late father. The author has a way of blending all the special elements which make an engaging romance, from the old time country setting to the twists and turns of the love story, as Karl and Sophie rebuild their lives and discover a surprising new love."Barbara Workinger, Author ofThe Amish Country Mysteries
Rich in detail amidst the charm of Pennsylvania Dutch country, HAND ME DOWN BRIDE is a tender love story set among family rivalries that will grab you by the heart from thefirst sentence and not let go."Jacqueline Lepore: A HANDFUL OF DUST
Excerpt
Sophie studied her toes. She sat on the double bed in which she'd spent the night, knees drawn up beneath her white lawn nightgown. Only her toes stuck out. Lifting her dark head, she gazed through a nearby window at a May morning that shone upon a blooming--but sternly regimented--rose garden. In spite of the warm breeze, she shivered.
Then, hoping it wasn't true, for the hundredth time, she looked at the other narrow bed, the one next to hers.
Upon it lay her new husband, the rich grandfatherly man who'd paid her way from Germany , a man she'd married only yesterday.
Theodore Wildbach was quite dead. Proper, in death as in life, he was flat on his back, hands folded on his chest.
He looked like the stone knights lying in the cathedral in her home town. That was how Theodore habitually slept, and how he'd died. Pale lips gaped inside a ring of neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard.
She'd discovered him upon awakening. She’d come close, staring, unable to believe her eyes. It was a terrible surprise, nowhere among the thousand twists of fate she'd imagined as she'd journeyed across sea and land to German Mills, Pennsylvania .
That was when the shivering began. Stumbling, teeth chattering, Sophie beat a hasty retreat to her bed.
She’d been sitting there ever since. She kept thinking she ought to feel something, sorrow for Mr. Wildbach, panic at the black abyss of unknowns into which she was plunged, but all she could do was sit, study her toes, and shake.
At last she heard footsteps ascending the stairs. Sophie jumped out of bed, dashed across the room, tore open the door and ran into the long hallway. She didn't know which member of the family she’d meet, but she didn't care. She couldn't sit with a corpse--even such a proper one--for another minute.
There was her dead husband's youngest son, dressed in one of those outfits of denim that all the young men around here seemed to wear. He was tall, muscular and blonde. He was also shocked by her sudden and indecorous appearance in nothing more than a summer nightgown.
"Herr Karl Joseph!" She how noted his clear gray eyes widened, then began to roll, trying to look anywhere but at her. "Dein Vater ist Tod!"
HAND-ME-DOWN BRIDE
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