Mail Order Angel
by Mandy Colton
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GENRE: Contemporary Romance
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BLURB:
Fun characters,
humor, drama, and heartwarming moments…
Heartbreaking loss
strikes two people living happy and carefree lives in polar opposite places of
the North American map. Young and adventurous, Lance Colburn left home years
ago and worked his way north to Alaska, eventually settling in Nome. After
building a successful business, he’s still a very content bachelor, living in a
brand new home he constructed himself. Life couldn’t get much better…until the
worst news a single guy could get finds him after a family member is stricken
with a fatal illness. He learns that his simple—and slightly selfish—existence
is about to get flipped upside down and crowded. Worst of all, he’s going to
need a specific kind of help that can’t be found in Nome.
Having lived a happy
and sheltered life with her parents in Boston, Massachusetts, Angel McBride is
about to become an adult and spread her wings. While taking a summer vacation
in Europe with her friends before starting college, tragedy strikes at home.
After returning, she is shocked to find that her life has already drastically
changed and is about to get worse. She needs an escape plan—and quickly.
With little time and
no other choices at hand, both Lance and Angel come up with the same ridiculous
idea at the same time: Marriage to a stranger.
But neither are
prepared or quite mature enough to handle the big leap. Can they overcome her
deception and his wily ways to find true happiness?
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EXCERPT:
Lance Colburn sat across from the two attorneys with what
was probably a totally forlorn expression on his face. His own lawyer, Edgar,
held a fist pressed against his mouth, coughing and shifting in his chair.
Lance wanted to reach over the desk and punch him. Hard. This was the worst day
of his damn life. After today, nothing would ever be the same again. One minute
he’s a contented bachelor and a successful business owner. The next? He’s the
sole guardian of two young kids. One may not even be out of diapers. The
nickname alone was enough to make him grimace. Who calls their kid Turd? Jesus
H!
He sat back in his chair, staring at the floor dumbstruck. A
snicker finally escaped one of the men, causing him to look up, and he didn’t
have to guess whose mouth it had come from. He shot Edgar a glare. “There is
not a damn thing amusing about any of this. Are you absolutely sure there is no
one else she trusted to do this job? My sister never said a word about this
decision to me.”
His older sister, Gail, had recently succumbed to breast
cancer. She had fought a losing battle with it for years. To make matters
worse, her husband, Dale, had been killed two years before in Afghanistan while
serving in the military. Dale had been adopted by an older couple, also now
deceased. Lance and Gail’s own parents had passed not far apart about four
years prior. Shit. The sudden reality that he had no family left hit hard and
saddened him. There really was no other family guardian but him to take the
kids. He glanced at the uncomfortable attorney who’d traveled all the way to
Alaska to relay the grim news after the man had found out over the phone how
long it’d been since Lance had spoken to Gail.
The man swallowed and said, “I’m very sorry for your loss
and this obvious surprise, Mr. Colburn. It certainly was never meant to be. I
had papers drawn up and asked her for your information to send them for your
approval and signature quite a long time ago. I even offered to call you myself
on multiple occasions. I swear, on my firm’s good name, that I had no idea
there was still a question of guardianship. Are you insinuating that you’re
unwilling to take the children?”
What? Now Lance was pissed. “I’m not insinuating anything,
damn it! But what the hell am I supposed to do with two small kids out here in
this wilderness? It’s all I can do to take care of myself sometimes. I work at
a frantic pace through three seasons of the year for twelve-plus hours a day.
I’m a loner, I’m selfish, and I don’t know squat about kids. And what the hell
kind of names are Trixie and Turd? One is a stripper name, and the other
is…just wrong!”
His lawyer and friend, Ed, finally turned his head and faked
a coughing fit, although it was too obvious that he was laughing. The fucker.
His sister’s lawyer, who possessed much more tact and was
taking the situation as serious as it certainly was, spoke calmly. “The boy’s
name is actually Turek.”
Lance just sat blinking at the man for a minute and then
threw up his hands. He said sarcastically, “Oh, what a relief. That name
changes everything. Now I just have to worry about him getting smacked around a
little on the school playground but not so much his head mashed into a big
steaming pile of moose shit!”
Edgar, the asshole, snorted. “The name isn’t an issue,
Lance. Sounds kind of like an Inuit name to me. Don’t you think you’re
overreacting a bit here?”
“Fuck you, Ed. Some friend you are. How can you sit there
and laugh? My sister just died, damn it!”
“I’m not amused by your sister’s passing, and you know that.
I just… You’re my friend, and I know you. The picture of two little ones
dropped at your doorstep, and you, the quintessential bachelor, suddenly in the
role of father, is what I find amusing. It’s your damn squirmin’ that’s funny,
but I know you, and you’ll figure this out and do the right thing by them and
your sister.” Ed was wearing a gentler smile now.
Lance looked at the two men. “There’s no one here to help me
care for them. There’s no daycare and one grade school. What the hell am I
supposed to do?”
While trying to keep a straight face, Ed said, “Maybe get a
wife? Raymond Mullett got himself a mail-order bride. Worked out pretty well
for him. I drew up the papers myself.”
Lance stood and scoffed. “When you two get serious and come
up with a suitable idea for everyone involved, call me. I am not able or in any
position to care for two kids.”
His sister’s lawyer said, “A friend of your sister’s has
agreed to keep the children for a month. After that, they will have to go into
the child-welfare system for foster care and adoption if you don’t agree to
take them. They could then be split up for life, which could result in irreparable
emotional harm. These children are your blood relatives, Mr. Colburn. Think
about that.”
The lawyer pushed a business card toward him.
Lance snatched it and walked out the door, grumbling that he
needed some time to think. And he was deep in it when he walked to his truck.
He was about to turn thirty, and he was happy with his life in Nome. He’d
always been different, adventurous, curious, and like a kind of tumbleweed in
his youth. He’d slid through high school, started college to appease his parents,
hated it, dropped out, and finally argued with his parents until everyone was
miserable.
In the end, he’d done his family a favor by leaving home to
find himself. His need for adventure had led him to the Last
Frontier—Alaska—where he’d met a few people and gone to work for a petroleum
company in Anchorage. When he was twenty-two, he met a man who saw potential in
him and hired him as an apprentice in his construction business. He had liked
the work, building something out of nothing. He’d grasped it easily, staying
for several years and learning the business from the bottom up.
Nome—and the state of Alaska, for that matter—were both
growing and in need of construction contractors in both the private and
business sectors. Lance had saved his money, taken the leap, and moved. He’d
slowly started his small business, amassed good workers and suppliers, and
maintained a good reputation. His business had grown fairly quickly, and he was
now proud to call himself and the business successful. He loved what he did for
a living. A couple of years ago, he had even purchased some land and had just
finished building a three-bedroom cabin of his own.
Until today, he’d considered himself as settled as he wanted
to be at this time in his life.
How the hell could this be happening, and why hadn’t his
sister talked to him about an important matter like this? She hadn’t even told
him the cancer was back. He heard a voice calling him and turned as he was
about to start his truck.
His sister’s lawyer ran up to him, holding an envelope. “I
forgot to give you this. It’s from Gail. Might explain some things. I haven’t
read it.”
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Mandy Colton is from Louisville, KY, and lives a very
quiet life with her husband and teenage son. A fan of romance, fun adventure,
drama, humor, and on occasion, sci-fi stories. Her first book, Way to Go, and
the continuing series came from her years, own adventures and experiences
working in the travel industry.
Although she’s
a great fan of the human imagination, she is also of the opinion that there are
just no better stories than those that involve a bit of true life.
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ReplyDeleteGood morning Julie and readers! Thank you for having me here. If you like the excerpt, you can download the book for free this week on Amazon for Kindle. Would love to hear your feedback. Enjoy!
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