Twice Loved
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Willow Madison and her friends Copper and Audrey taught school in neighboring Texas towns until the Yankees rode in and burned them out. In the midst of fear and chaos, survivors banded together to fight for what remained of their homes. Then word reached the people that the terrible war was over.
Now penniless but still hopeful, Willow vows she will take care of her friends, and her ailing uncle, in Thunder Ridge, Texas, even if it means having to marry wealthy Silas Sterling, a man thirty years her senior. But standing in her way is sawmill owner Tucker Gray, with his enticing eyes and infuriating headstrong manner—the man Willow cannot get out of her head . . . or her heart. Even though her friends beg her not to give up her dream of happiness, Willow is determined to do the right thing for those who are dearest to her. But which path does God want Willow to take: a life of duty and commitment . . . or a life of everlasting love?
Lori Copeland
Lori Copeland is a bestselling author whose books includde Now and Always, Simple Gifts, Unwrapping Christmas, and Monday Morning Faith, which was a finalist for the 2007 Christy Awards. Lori was inducted into the Springfield Writers Hall of Fame in 2000 and lives in the beautiful Ozarks with her husband and family.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I enjoyed reading this story. It was lighthearted and fun. Willow Madison arrives in Thunder Ridge, Texas to stay with her Uncle and hopefully to marry rich Silas Sterling, a man 30 years older than her, but who can provide for Willow and her 2 friends and her Uncle. The Civil War is over, which Willow and her 2 friends helped fight in, and they are destitute. Now this scenario may not sound like a fun and lighthearted story, but from the minute Willow rides into town with her horse and wagon, you will find yourself slightly amused.Tucker Gray finds himself slightly annoyed with Willow when she rides into town and they don't exactly get along well throughout the story, but you will find yourself smiling and enjoying the arguing they find themselve doing every time they meet. Willow must decide though what path God wants her to take; the one of duty and commitment to a man she doesn't love, or giving herself to the man she is head over heels in love with? I finished the book and felt refreshed and in a good mood. The folks in the story are all good characters I enjoyed getting to know to know them all, and look forward to reading the next two books in this series.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Lori Copeland's book are always enjoyable so I was looking forward to reading her newest historical fiction addition. The premise of women having to fight in the Civil War was quite interesting. They did it out of necessity and no one looks down on them for fighting for survival. It gives a stark contrast to the wealthy women back east who have been enjoying a life of luxury even during the war. Willow and Tucker get off to a bad start right from the beginning and the whole novel shows their rocky relationship. It's interesting to see their chemistry evolve throughout the whole novel. Equally interesting is Willow's relationship with the man she is supposed to marry and the difference in how she treats him vs Tucker.While I enjoyed this book very much, there were several points I found not to my liking. One, the reason of why the kerosene was in Willow's possession is never fully explained or to the very least she doesn't seem to realize that this was the cause for the fire. Second, Willow would act in the very way that I hate seeing females act in romances. She finds herself tongue tied around Tucker and cannot stand up for herself along him to bulldoze himself over her. After reading so many books with strong females, I just can't stand to see women who let men run over them and then find themselves falling in love with the same man. Otherwise I did enjoy reading this historical novel very much. I am looking forward to the next book in the series as we hopefully will hear about Willow's friends Copper and Audrey. I also am very impressed with the new Avon Inspire line. Every book that has been published so far has been a winner.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5As I have said before, I will now say again, I love Avon Inspire, and imprint of HarperCollins. And I absolutely love the covers of their books, not one book has been a disappointment to me yet! The only problem I did have with this cover, (it's beautiful don't get me wrong) the character is described with strawberry blonde hair??? How do I envision her with strawberry blonde, when the cover is very clearly toward an ebony? hmmm... Oh well, discrepancy aside, this is a delightful story.In my opinion the tale of Willow Madison is right up there with the likes of Tamera Alexander, Tracey Bateman, and Tracie Peterson. Just wonderful and a great read. There were a few sections that seemed to jump in the characters growing, but it flowed well enough and I loved it.
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Twice Loved - Lori Copeland
Prologue
Willow Madison thought by the time she turned nineteen, she would have the spirit of a wild mustang racing across the Texas plains—free of entanglements, liberated of sorrow, racing free with the herd. Wind in her eyes, unencumbered mane…
Instead, her mare pulled her in a buckboard, trotting across the rutted Texas countryside, heart heavy with what she was about to perpetuate.
She spat out a bug, then worked the handkerchief up her neck and over her mouth. Dust flew from the mare’s hooves and fogged her sight. Fear shaded her senses. The five barrels of kerosene in the wagon bed made her uneasy, but then, the whole sordid purpose of her journey was nerve-racking. If she had her say, she’d turn this rig around and head straight for home as fast as the horse could run. But she didn’t have her say.
Although, after a year of war—living with death twenty-four hours a day, and then walking away last month with nothing more serious than a sprained ankle—fear should no longer be a part of her vocabulary.
She could do this. She had to do it. Copper and Audrey were counting on her.
Yet, deliberately setting her bonnet for a man wealthy beyond description and candidly in the market for a bride wasn’t her idea of romance, or for that matter, integrity. She shook her head. Marriage was a sacred matter, and she planned to honor her vows. Love was highly overrated.
Money to the wealthy was a minute matter; two coins to Willow meant she and her friends would either eat or go hungry.
She lifted a hand to shield the late afternoon glare. Black clouds hung in the west, but the hot sun seared her back. Willow urged the horse to a faster gait. She’d spent two nights on the trail, and she didn’t intend to waste a third. Her eyes fixed on the lowering clouds, charged with torrential rain—or were they? Uncle Wallace warned that it rarely rained in Thunder Ridge—only thundered and lightninged. Regardless, she was ready to be done with this godforsaken journey.
An hour later, Willow spotted a wooden sign at a crossroad. An arrow pointed west, and the crude lettering read: Thunder Ridge ½ mile.
Flicking the reins, she set off. The buckboard bounced through heavy ruts. Kerosene splashed against tightly sealed lids. Would five full barrels be enough? She mulled her uncle’s letter over in her mind.
Don’t forget to bring kerosene. The men are busy rebuilding the mill so they don’t remember that cold winter winds will come again.
And her reply:
Dear Uncle Wallace,
Due to circumstances, I am accepting your invitation to stay with you. I will come immediately and bring kerosene.
She winced, picturing Copper and Audrey, fellow soldiers and schoolteachers. The women’s expressions had paled when she told them that she had accepted Uncle Wallace’s solution to everyone’s problem.
It isn’t right, Willow.
Copper shook fiery-colored tresses. It isn’t fair to take advantage of the rich in this disgraceful manner.
Right or wrong, we have to eat.
Audrey frowned. But marry a man for money instead of love? Do you really think that’s what God would want for you?
Well, it wasn’t Willow’s first choice, but she could do it. When the Yanks had come and burned, pillaged, and killed, Timber Creek’s surviving women had banded and fought back, formerly happy brides, and three single women. Willow and her friends had helped bitter husbandless women and mothers dig shallow graves and bury children before they took up arms. Then they had formed a small but formidable band, and they fought. Four had gone down fighting for what they believed, but the women had fought as hard and as determined as any man.
Had God intended for women to go to war? He hadn’t built them for battle, but when threatened with all they held dear, females fought in self-defense. There wasn’t much left of Timber Creek, but the women—with the help of eighty-five-year-old town drunk Asa Jeeters—had fought and driven off more than one band of Yankee soldiers.
Asa had gone to eternity, speeded by a Yankee bullet, but not before he had met the Lord, on his knees in a dark, damp root cellar. Willow was sure Asa walked with the angels now, but her imagination balked at picturing him in a white robe, strumming a harp. Saint Peter had his hands full with Asa.
News of Lee’s Appomattox surrender hadn’t reached Timber Creek when the last five women laid down their arms and walked away with their lives—Willow, Copper, Audrey, and two women old enough to be their mothers. The older women, Ester and Othel, drifted away, beaten, worn. Willow, Copper, and Audrey forged a bond, vowing they would care for each other, come what may. They were educated. All three had taught school before towns were burned; they could go on, with God’s help. And each other’s.
Uncle Wallace’s letter, well-worn from rereading as she made her decision, crackled in Willow’s pocket.
Dearest Willow,
The war is over, and I beg you to come now. Sunday past, Silas Sterling announced his intentions to take a bride by the end of the year. There are two available women in Thunder Ridge: the Widow Gleeson, far too old to bear children, and Lilly Forrester, fourteen but maturing rapidly. Silas is a kind man, moral, has good teeth and bone structure, and has a practical sense of humor. Marrying Silas will ensure you a comfortable life. I have spoken to the Reverend Cordell, and he has agreed that Thunder Ridge is long overdue to reopen school, so you will be able to put your knowledge to use while Silas properly courts you. I am extending an invitation to your friends Copper and Audrey to come with you. Neighboring areas will soon be looking for schoolteachers, and my house is large enough to accommodate you and many others. I cannot offer you financial security, since the house is my only asset, but you and your friends are welcome to its shelter. Very soon, I must sell my home and get something smaller, but until you’re married and financially secure with Silas, I will retain the house.
I know the plan may not appeal to your spirited nature, Willow, but it is the only answer. I promised my dear brother and your mother I would look after you, and I fear I have neglected my word. It is nothing short of God’s grace that you have survived the war. My prayers have been answered. I have not heard, nor has anyone else, of women fighting, but I suppose there is a first for everything. The war is over; your parents are dead. You have no one—I have no one. Come to Thunder Ridge and begin a new life, a life of privilege as Silas’s wife. One glimpse of your hair, the color of a stormy Texas sunset, and those sapphire eyes, and the man will be smitten. Come, Willow. And don’t forget to bring kerosene. The men are busy rebuilding the mill so they don’t remember that cold winter winds will come again. Their thoughts are centered on getting the mill up and running so the town will again have revenue.
Rain scented the air as Willow spotted Thunder Ridge. Silhouetted against an angry sky, five buildings jutted up from ground that hadn’t seen rain in a spell. The wagon rattled closer, and Willow focused on the sawmill located at the edge of town. A water wheel gently turned water. Row upon row of neatly stacked planks and shingles lined the east side of the work shed.
Thunder Ridge. Deep in the heart of the Texas Panhandle, and her new home.
Willow wasn’t certain she’d make a proper rich man’s wife. She wasn’t all that refined, but she’d try. Though her feminine nature was a bit tarnished, she was naturally gifted with a quick mind, and her cooking was edible.
Not all was lost. Thunder Ridge would soon be Copper and Audrey’s security too. Once Willow settled, she would send for her soul mates. Uncle Wallace said there were towns nearby, towns that would need schoolmarms, and the good Lord knew Copper and Audrey’s families were long gone.
Poor Uncle. Aunt Claudine had died of a strange illness three years earlier, and he had later retired as county judge. He was alone now. His old house could shelter a lot of homeless women for the time being. Copper and Audrey would be cared for, and Willow would strive hard to make a good life for everyone.
Marrying a man solely to acquire financial sanctuary went against her grain, but realistically, the option was a sensible choice. Security—that’s all a marriage required. Willow had met many a man on the battlefield but sparks had never flown—only lead bullets.
Timber Creek refugees had lost everything but their lives. God had spared Willow and her friends for a reason—what, she couldn’t comprehend, but someday she would understand, and she’d have a few respectful questions for her Maker. The women had faced and conquered Armageddon. Willow could cope with a harmless old man, provide a temporary home for her friends, and look after Wallace…and Silas in his waning years. Perhaps this was her finest hour, her very reason for existence.
So be it, Father. I will do whatever I need to do.
Lightning forked, followed by a boom. The buckboard jarred. Willow struggled to control the rearing mare. The startled animal lunged, racing headlong into the gathering storm.
Willow shouted. A second clap of thunder vibrated the earth. Out of control, the horse galloped headlong for the mill.
Walt Sessions, a millworker, ambled out of the mill shack and lifted a lighted match to his rolled smoke. He glanced up, his eyes focusing on a buckboard and a screaming woman. The horse dragged the buckboard, heading straight for the mill. The match flamed between his fingers.
Whoa!
the woman shouted. She stood, both heels braced against the wooden seat, sawing on the reins. Whoa!
Thunder shook the ground. Straight ahead of the runaway horse, a wagon stacked with newly planed lumber sat in the middle of the road.
Out of the way! Coming through!
The buckboard bore down on the wagon.
Move!
the woman shouted at a man standing beside the conveyance. Caleb Gray glanced up, then lunged aside as they rattled past. At the last moment, the horse veered, dragging the buckboard like a rag doll. The hitch snapped, flinging the cart a good thirty feet. Wheels skidded, barrels bounced. Wood planks split, contents spilling onto the millpond. The woman flew through the air and landed with a jarring thud. A slick rose on the water’s surface, the volatile stench saturating the early June air.
Walt swore as the match seared his fingers. He flung the stick into the water.
The ensuing swoosh of igniting kerosene would later be compared to the Second Coming. Red-hot flames could easily have been mistaken for chariots of fire.
Walt was said to have never grown another hair or eyebrow until the day he died, but even more noteworthy, the stormy June evening the new schoolmarm came to town could very well be the talk of generations to come.
Chapter 1
Tucker Gray threw up an arm to shield his face. Dirt and rubble rained down, fiery fingers licked up timbered mill walls. He swayed, then regained his balance and vaulted forward to escape the sudden firestorm.
Bursting through the wooden door, he bolted to freedom. Lightning ripped the sky. Thunder detonated.
He groaned. The weeks of hammering and nailing, hours, days of backbreaking work wiped out with one lightning strike. He brushed trailing remnants of fire off his smoldering shoulders. Sometimes he wondered if God even liked him. Five years of a hell-torn war. Starting all over…now this.
His eyes focused on the blazing pond, then switched to his cousin Caleb. What the…?
Over here!
Caleb shouted. He was some distance away, bending over an object on the ground.
Tucker began to move, one foot in front of the other, away from the burning building. He absently batted the front of his sizzling shirt. Why would a buckboard be in the pond? A blistered section of the millwheel dropped into the dingy water, sending up a sheet of liquid and steam like a geyser. From the looks of things, the fire must have started near the wheel. He frowned. Nothing made sense in the chaos surrounding him. War hadn’t been this confusing.
Eli Gray raced to help Caleb, who was carrying what Tucker could now see was a body. A female body. Tucker met the two cousins halfway and relieved Caleb of the slight weight.
What happened?
A heavy oily stench filled his nostrils.
Caleb turned to look at the shooting flames. From the smell of it, I’d guess the buckboard was full of kerosene.
Kerosene. Tucker sniffed. That was the source of the loud swoosh he’d heard. Minutes later he’d been battling flames, barely escaping with his life. Lucky he’d been in the office alone.
Kerosene!
Eli repeated, shaking his head. Why would a woman be hauling kerosene?
Tucker shifted the woman’s slight weight and carried her to a level spot away from the flames. She must be the judge’s niece—the new schoolmarm—from Timber Creek. Judge mentioned his niece would bring kerosene when she came.
Caleb turned and focused on the blazing shack and pond. She brought it, all right.
Tucker’s eyes traced Caleb as his cousin knelt beside the young woman, searching for a pulse.
Judge Wallace Madison rushed through the veil of smoke hovering over the mill yard.
Willow! Is she all right?
Caleb looked up with a sober expression. She’s got a pulse. I think the impact knocked her cold.
Bring her to the house,
Wallace ordered. Quick, man! She could be seriously injured.
Tucker glanced at the hectic scene. Every able-bodied man in town had responded to the fire. Most worked for the mill, but others must have seen the fire and come running. He turned and followed his cousins as Eli carried Willow to the Madison house. High-stepping up the incline, Wallace led the way.
Judge Madison’s house sat atop the hill—a narrow, bizarre construction consisting of three stories jutting straight up, plain as the nose on your face. Rumor was that Claudine Madison must have been in her cups when she designed the atrocity, and Wallace, a liberal soul, had allowed her free rein.
Inside,
Wallace ordered. Third-floor bedroom.
Third floor. Eli was breathing hard by now, so Tucker hefted Willow’s slight weight and calculated the winding stairway. There must be twenty stairs on each landing. What about a downstairs room?
None,
Wallace confided. Poor planning, but nevertheless, I’ve learned to cope.
The young woman lay limp in Tucker’s arms. Shifting her weight, he began the climb.
Careful now—Eli, fetch the doctor.
He’s in Beeder’s Cove this week, sir. I couldn’t get back in over an hour.
Go!
Eli turned and descended the stairs, stepping around Caleb. You better send for Jolie, Caleb. By the time I get back…
Caleb shook his dark head. You know Wallace don’t hold with that Acadian woman’s voodoo.
Me either, but she might be able to save the young lady’s life.
Caleb frowned. Her pulse was mighty uneven.
Tucker spoke over his shoulder. Just go get her. And get back with the doctor as soon as you can.
Tucker reached the first landing with Wallace way ahead of him.
The judge continued up the second flight, and Tucker trailed him. "Thank goodness you’re strong men. I don’t know what I would do without you. Poor Willow—the thunder must have spooked the horse.
Winded, Tucker paused, and hitched up the young woman, readjusting her weight. He’d carried many a wounded man off the battlefield, but never up three flights of stairs. The lady was light as a feather, but a wet feather, reeking of kerosene.
Wallace continued. Saw the mill was burning. So sorry—I know you boys have worked hard to get it up and running again. Those years you were off fighting left a real hole in this town. Glad you’re back—and we’ll rebuild that mill, you have my word.
Tucker wasn’t sure what part Wallace played in we
other than standing on the sidelines day after day postulating un-invited instructions, but he was a good soul.
Peculiar, but likable.
Reaching the third landing, Wallace turned and walked past seven closed doorways before he paused and opened one. Thunder shook the old house as Tucker followed him into the room and gently laid the young woman on the quilted spread. The room was massive with a four-poster bed, chiffonier, and two cane-bottomed, slat-backed rocking chairs sitting in a window alcove.
Claudine’s favorite room in the house,
Wallace explained, standing back to admire the view. You can see the whole town from up here.
Indeed. Tucker focused on red flames swallowing up the mill’s wood shingle roof.
Now, now.
Wallace crooned, bending close to his niece. Her breathing appears even. I believe it’s only a thump on the head. She’s a tough one.
Tucker wasn’t so certain she’d escaped with just a thump. Landing on her head could have caused serious injury. Maybe Jolie could help when she got here. He had a hunch Caleb would be back shortly, whether Wallace wanted Jolie or not.
Wallace stood back, beaming. Quite lovely, wouldn’t you say?
Tucker focused on the small woman lying death-like on the bedspread. Her muddy clothing soiled the spread, a dark bruise formed on one side of her forehead, and her kerosene-saturated hair lay loose on the pillow. Still, it was easy to see she was comely—in a disheveled sort of way. He took a closer look. Strawberry blond hair, long dark lashes against fair skin.
The judge stage-whispered. She fought in the war, you know—with several other women.
No…I didn’t know.
Tucker had spent almost five years on the battlefield and never once encountered a woman.
Oh, I know it’s quite unusual, but she fought all right, as scrappy as any man.
Wallace filled Tucker in on the remarkable circumstances.
Curiosity piqued, Tucker asked. What happened to the other women?
Willow wrote me and said that only five survived the battles. She and her two friends, and two older ladies. I can’t recall what the older women decided to do once word finally reached Timber Creek that the war was over. It’s taken so long to get the news out to the battlegrounds.
Wallace tsked, eyes fixed on his niece. She looks a might peaked.
Peaked. Hauling a load of kerosene all the way from Timber Creek should have taken years off her life. It was a wonder she had made it this far, and Tucker was surprised the judge didn’t have any more sense than to ask her to bring it with her. Wonder she hadn’t set fire to something long before she reached Thunder Ridge.
Tucker bent and touched Willow’s pulse. He wasn’t a doctor, but her injuries didn’t appear to be life threatening. No jutting bones. No ragged gasping for breath or visible blood. Outside the window, men raced back and forth from the river above the mill and the burning kerosene slick, toting buckets of water to douse flames. Their efforts were in vain. The mill was gone. Only the loaded wagon and stacks of planed lumber and shingles piled to the side of the road escaped the inferno.
Caleb returned