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The Scarred Rancher's Unforgettable Bride

When she accepted to become a bride of convenience, she couldn’t imagine she had to fight for their lives! But is it worth it so to build a loving family with him?

Sophie Fallon decides to become a mail-order bride as a promise to her now dead sister. She tries hard to keep up with the ranch and with her new husband, who seems to be more emotionally shut off than he would let her know when writing to her. She never really thought that loving a man would mean making so many step backs to let him come to her. How long until he sees her for the tender and loving wife she truly is?

Arthur Soul is a silent man who has been deprived of his family from a young age. The man who took away from him his family is still alive and well. Even if far away from his location, Arthur fears that his present with Sophie might be threatened now more than ever. Yet, Sophie’s determined ways are what unlock his heart to connection. How can he let himself fall for her when there is still someone who wishes to hurt them?

Running away is definitely not an option for Arthur and Sophie. To protect their growing love and the hope for a loving family, they have to take their stand against corruption and they have to triumph over it. But how will they do this when they have to first earn each other’s hearts?

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The rustling of the leaves behind her, quickened Sophie’s heart as she sat on her horse in the middle of nowhere. The sound shifted her eyes to the growing shadows that stretched out towards her. Sweat moistened the palms of her hands despite the sun barely inching over the horizon. She held fast to the reins and breathed in deep to calm her rattled nerves. Her heart felt like stones in her chest as her eyes narrowed to see through the dark skies.

“Stay calm,” she said more to herself than to the horse as she rubbed her hand over the steed’s thick neck. The beast under her huffed and snorted as it stomped its feet to the ground, unruly and defiant.

Sophie swallowed the lump forming in her throat as she waited. Every second that ticked by only caused the fear to grow within her. The terror sank its claws into her and squeezed the courage from her veins. For a second, Sophie wondered what had possessed her to come out here alone. Chewing on her bottom lip, she tightened her grip around the reins for some security and stability. Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt exposed, but she knew she had to stay despite every fiber in her being screaming at her to run.

“No,” she said defiantly as she straightened her shoulders and back. “You can’t back down now. This was your idea.”

She kept her eyes locked on the horizon, waiting nervously for any signs of life to come over the hill. The lonely cry of a hawk startled her as her eyes flickered to the dark blue skies. Clashing against the navy blue was a single speck of black and white. She squinted her eyes as the sun’s early light kissed the horizon and scattered the shadows about her.

“Easy there,” she said as her horse stomped and grunted. She could feel the tension in the morning air. There was an uncertainty about the morning that she knew her horse could feel. Neither one knew what was coming over the hills, but they understood the significance of it.

Tiny specks emerged on the horizon as the sunlight kissed the hills. Sophie gasped and clung to her saddle. Her heart pounded and rolled around in her chest as she watched the specks grow and come into view.

Here we go. Remember the plan. Just stay calm, this will work,” she said to herself as she tried to keep her hands from trembling. It all came down to this single moment and she knew it. The pressure in her chest tightened as she counted three men galloping at breakneck speeds over the hills.

“Well, what do we have here?” one of the men shouted as he rushed towards Sophie. The crackle in his eyes and the shimmer of his rifle caught her off guard. She knew these men were dangerous, but until that very moment she had no clue what she was really up against.

“Ah gotta say, I’m impressed. Here I thought you weren’t going to come alone.” The man’s lip curled up at one corner as his eyes shimmied about. Sophie knew what he was looking for; it was the same thing she wanted, a way out, an escape.

“So, do you know what I asked for?” he said, as his men came up around her blocking off all avenues of escape. Sophie tried to keep her eyes locked on the man before her. Afraid her fear would seep through her voice, all she could do was nod.

“And? What say you?” The man glared at Sophie stealing the very warmth of her blood. She closed her eyes for a split second and mustered all the courage that sank into the depths of her being.

“You’d better kill me,” Sophie said as she opened her eyes and stared down the villain before her. “Kill me now, because if you don’t I promise you, you’ll regret it.”

“Well now, there’s something that I think I can manage,” the man said as his companions laughed, their horses kicking up dust around her. Sophie’s eyes widened as the dark-haired man held her gaze. The rifle at his side slipped from its holster and shimmered in the light of the sun.

“Go on then,” Sophie said. She exhaled sharply as her hands trembled. A slight whimper escaped her lips as the man pulled back the hammer of his rifle with a twisted smile itching at the corner of his lips.

Sophie jumped as the crack of gunfire filled her ears.

Chapter 1

One Year Earlier

The white envelope weighed heavily in Sophie’s hands as her timid eyes lingered on the swift flowing letters. Although she had received several letters before, the flow of the black ink scratching through the white stunned her. As she finished reading the last line, she exhaled unaware she had been holding her breath the whole time.

Carefully, she folded up the white sheet of paper and stuffed the letter neatly back into the envelope from which it came. Swallowing hard she glanced at the open window where the summer breeze drifted through, kicking up the lace curtains her stepmother insisted on having.

“What is it?” Lenore asked pulling Sophie out of her daydream. Sophie glanced at the letter in her hands that seemed to burn hotter with every passing moment. Panic swept through her as she tried to peel her eyes off the neatly scribbled letters that addressed the note to her.

“Well? Out with it child!” Lenore snapped as she sat her embroidery circle on her lap. Sophie’s attention drifted from her stepmother’s irritated face to her father’s.

“Who sent you the letter? And who could you possibly know from Tennessee?” Lenore pursed her lips together as her eyebrow rose up. The glare sent chills coursing through Sophie’s arms.

“Father,” Sophie’s voice cracked as she swallowed the lump forming in her throat. She watched as her father lifted his head up from his morning paper and stared casually at her. There was a kindness in his gaze that reminded Sophie so much of Nadine.

“I have to tell you something.”

“Whatever you have to say to your father,” Lenore chided as she lifted her head and drew back her shoulders. “You can say to me as well. Your father and I don’t keep secrets from one another.”

Pulling in a long deep breath, Sophie tried to concoct a lie that would explain the letter she was absentmindedly rubbing with her thumb. Her eyes flickered to the black ink that spelled out her name and she smiled.

“I’ve been corresponding with a gentleman in Tennessee,” Sophie blurted out. The instant the words escaped her lips she wished she could retract them.

“Excuse me,” Lenore’s voice dropped as her eyes popped. For a split second Sophie wondered if Lenore was having a stroke. The veins in her stepmother’s forehead bulged as her neck strained.

“You have been doing what?”

Sophie tried to hold onto her courage but with each passing moment it faded from her.

“I’ve been writing to a rancher in Tennessee,” Sophie’s voice was barely a whisper as she tried not to meet Lenore’s eyes. Yet, there was no escaping the wrath of her father’s wife.

“Are you out of your mind, child? What on God’s green earth possessed you to do such a thing? William? Are you listening to this? Do you hear what your daughter is doing? This is unacceptable. You will stop this at once,” Lenore said as she lunged for Sophie.

The absence of the letter from her hands was immediate. It was as if the letter weighed a bundle of bricks, and suddenly it was just gone. Sophie could feel a piece of her very soul being ripped away and tossed aside like it was nothing as her stepmother ripped the letter from her hands. With a quivering lip, Sophie nodded and stared at the cracks in the wood floor.

“You’re right,” Sophie said as doubt swam about her mind. Each beat of her heart felt like a bull ramming the insides of her. Sophie tried to hold back the tears as she wrestled with the doubt.

“Of course, I was foolish to do this,” Sophie said as she pulled in her lower lip trying to stifle the sobs that were bound to seep out of her.

“Yes,” Lenore said as she turned the letter over in her hand. “How could you even think about leaving? Did you even think about what this would do to your father? And what about the chores that you have to do around here?” Lenore snorted as she straightened her back.

“I won’t allow you to continue this,” Lenore said as Sophie ground her teeth together.

“He wants me to marry him,” Sophie blurted out. “He wants me to come to Tennessee and help him out there.”

“And what makes you think you could do such a thing?” Lenore’s voice dropped as she spoke. “You barely get your chores done around here. And you want to go gallivanting on a ranch. Ha!”

“I could do it,” Sophie said, finding the willpower to talk back. William’s eyebrows drew up as he stared at his daughter in awe. Sophie’s heart drummed in her ears as her body tingled with fright and excitement. The adrenaline coursed through her veins like a wild river giving her the courage to speak.

“How dare you use that tone of voice with me,” Lenore said as she carefully placed the embroidery circle on the table beside her. Sophie cautiously stole a glimpse at Lenore before quickly turning her attention back to her father’s shocked face.

“You don’t understand,” Sophie said shaking her head.

“Oh, I understand completely. You thought you could just spring this on us and think we would be okay with it. Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there is no way you are going anywhere young lady.”

“Lenore,” William’s voice was deep but soothing. It was an unexpected tone, one that Sophie hadn’t heard in years.

“Sit down and calm yourself,” he said setting his paper aside and leaning forward in his chair.

“You can’t possibly be considering this?” Lenore gasped as her eyes darted from Sophie to William.

“I said enough,” William stated in a clear tone that caused Sophie’s stepmother to slam her mouth shut.

“Sophie.” She glanced at him doe-eyed looking for validation, but afraid of his reaction. It had been forever since kindness and understanding graced his face, yet there it was plain as day for Sophie to see. Shock stabbed her as she sat up and rolled her shoulders back.

“Who is this rancher you’ve been talking with?” A hint of a smile played at the corner of her father’s lips as he spoke. Sophie’s heart fluttered as hope sprang a leak within the depths of her being.

“Arthur, Arthur Soul.”

“And you say he is a rancher huh?”

“Yes Papa, and he’s not much older than I,” Sophie said as she watched her father extend his hand to Lenore. The gesture startled her. She watched as their fingers entwined with one another’s like they had done so many times before.

This is it, Sophie thought. Just like every other time. He’ll side with her and that will be that. Sophie glanced at Lenore as a wicked and smug grin stretched across the woman’s face.

“And just how old is he?” William asked, staring at Sophie with concern.

“According to his letter, he’s 25,” Sophie answered, swallowing the lump forming in her throat.

“Is this what you really want to do? Do you absolutely want to go out west and live on a ranch?”

Sophie paused as she played with the dirt under her nails. It had been forever since she thought about what she wanted. All this time she had been living for other people. Even now, it was her sister’s idea to become a mail order bride. As thoughts of Nadine faded in and out of her mind, Sophie nodded.

“It is Papa,” she said, drawing her eyes to meet her father’s.

“Then go.”

“What? You must be joking. You can’t send your daughter west to go live with a stranger. Have you lost your mind?”

“Enough Lenore,” William said as his brow rose up and his face turned to stone. This was enough to silence her stepmother.


“I know you think I want to keep you here, and a part of me does. But you have your own path to go down and I can’t stop you.” William turned to face his wife as the cold stone expression faded away.

“If we try to keep her from going she may resent us for it. If we lock her down, one day she will run away. Change is inevitable, Lenore. It’s time she goes out and finds her own way in this world.” As William spoke, he pulled the neatly addressed letter out of Lenore’s grasp and handed it back to Sophie.

“But,” Lenore started but quickly grew quiet as William shook his head and pressed his lips into a tight line daring her to say another word.

Sophie jolted to her feet as she stared at her father. She couldn’t believe he had sided with her. Never did she believe that she would be free to find her own path. Things had always been planned out for her all her life. Yet, here she stood looking past the wrought iron fence that surrounded her father’s home and beyond the brick walls that trapped her. For a moment, she wondered and dreamed about what she was capable of outside her family home. Fear, purpose, hope, panic, all the emotions swirled inside of her as she contemplated her future and what lay before her.

Every nerve in her body fired off as she tried to contain her glee. Shaking her head she threw out her arms and rushed to her father. The instant her arms curled around his neck she felt exhilarated.

“I need to pack then,” she said pressing her lips to his cheek as she pulled away from him. A prick of uncertainty jabbed a hole through her glee. She stared at her father for a moment as terror seeped in to ruin her moment.

“Go,” her father said as she watched tears swell in his eyes. Sophie nodded once and released her grip. Brushing out the wrinkles of her dress, she made her way through the house and up the stairs to her room. The instant she closed the door a frosty breeze zapped her excitement. Her eyes shifted to the leather-bound book resting on her nightstand. She rushed to the small little table and opened the book.

Dear Diary,

What if you’re making a mistake by moving to Tennessee? What if this is wrong and the only reason you’re going through with it is because of Nadine? I loved my sister, I did. And I know she would have wanted this for me. She would have wanted to see me open my wings and fly. But she never expressed how scary it all is stepping out on that limb.

I sit here knowing fully well she would be thrilled by this opportunity. After all, she was the one who pushed for this. But is it what I want? I know I want to be rid of my stepmother. I want to see and experience things that are beyond the brick walls. But still, there is a fear that stabs me. A fear that holds me in place. But I know what Nadine would say if she were still here. She’d tell me to ride out and greet that fear, take it by the horns, and shape it into something beautiful.

But I’m not Nadine, I know that. All I can be is me, and I can’t help but wonder, is it enough?

Sophie turned her attention to the open window and gazed out at the bright blue skies spotted with fluffy clouds.

“Sophie.” She jumped and slammed her journal shut as the knock on her door pulled her out of her self-doubt. “Can I come in?”

“Of course, Papa,” she said, turning on her heels as the door creaked open. William’s eyes scanned the room before falling on her. Sophie stood in the center of her room trying to make herself taller than she already was.

“Come, sit with me,” William said moving to the bed and plopping down on it. Sophie moved swiftly to his side and stared up at him with eager eyes.

“Are you okay, Papa?” Sophie asked as tears swelled in his eyes. The last time she had ever seen her father cry was the day they lost Nadine from consumption. They had all seen it coming, but still the wound cut deeper than any of them could anticipate.

“I must apologize to you my dear,” he said as he cleared his throat and grabbed Sophie’s hands.

“I don’t understand,” Sophie said as her father squeezed her hands only to find the letter clutched in her hand. Panic swept through her as she opened her hand, allowing the letter to slip into his palm.

“I should have been a better father to you and Nadine. I should have been there for you, but I wasn’t and now…” he paused as Sophie watched his eyes scan the tiny envelope.

“You don’t have to explain anything,” Sophie said. “You did the best you could with what you had.”

“I could have done more,” he said as he stared up at her. “And now it’s too late. I wasn’t there for you and Nadine after your mother passed…” William choked as he spoke. Sophie knew each word was a struggle for him to release. She shook her head and opened her mouth to protest but was stopped.

“And after Nadine, I seemed to have left you alone when you needed me the most. Now look at you,” William smiled and cupped his hand around Sophie’s face. “You’re all grown up and making choices for yourself.”

“Papa,” Sophie gasped as she placed her hand on his and grimaced. She swallowed hard, forcing the fear and insecurity down her throat. “If you don’t want me to go, I won’t.”

“Oh honey,” William forced a smile as he stared at his daughter. “You can’t do that. You can’t live your life for other people. You’ll be miserable if you do.”

“But Lenore is right. I have responsibilities here with you and her.”

“No, the chores were to help shape you into the woman you are trying to be. I won’t get in your way. You have to go out there and blaze your own trail.”

“What if I’m wrong about this? What if this is a huge mistake and I go out there and hate it?”

“Sweetie, you can’t ‘what if’ your life away. There will always be something holding you back or an excuse not to do something. But you can’t let those moments define who you are. You have to push through and live.”

Sophie glanced at her hands before bringing her eyes back to her father. The gray in his beard seemed to stand out a bit more now and she couldn’t help but smile at it. “Is that why you sent for Lenore? Was it your way of pushing through and living again?”

Silence filled the room as William’s shoulders dropped. Sophie could see the struggle in his eyes as he tried to answer her. But his silence was enough. She bobbed her head as she chewed at her inner cheek.

“I always wondered why you sent for Lenore, but now I see. Now here I am on the other side of that coin.”

“Sophie, I can’t make this decision for you. This is one that you’re going to have to make all on your own. But know this,” William cupped her face bringing her eyes to meet his. Tears swelled in her eyes as she stared at her father.

“Whatever decision you make, I will back you up a hundred percent. Do you hear me? I love you always and whatever you want to do, I’m here for you.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Sophie nodded and forced a smile, I hope I can live up to this trust.

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