#Excerpt “Western Wishes” by Susan Horsnell

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coverSweet/Christian Western
Date Published: 2 February 2020
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Abigail Miller helps run her mother’s diner in the town of Hopeful, Colorado.
How could any man possibly be interested in her when she considers herself too tall, too plain and not curvy enough? Ahead of curls which refuse to be tamed also don’t help.
Working from sun up to sundown, with the exception of Sunday mornings off to attend church, doesn’t leave much time for courting, so she is resigned to her fate of being left a spinster.
Will a wish made at the town well during a full moon ever be answered?
Max Long is the eldest son of a well-respected ranching family. His sister is Abigail’s best friend and also a friend to both him and his brother. He’d never thought of the tall, beautiful lady in that way.
Overhearing a conversation, he wonders if his feelings for Abigail could run deeper than mere friendship?
How will Max react when Abigail’s life is in danger?
Can the wishing well work its magic and bring her home safely?
Will a wish made at the town well during a full moon ever be answered?

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WESTERN WISHES

EXCERPT TWO

© Susan Horsnell 2020

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My eyes were drawn to the sway of her shapely hips as Abigail stomped off to the kitchen. I wondered what I’d said to upset her; there was no doubt that I had. I’d known the woman long enough to know when she was unhappy about something. The change in her eyes when I’d mentioned Mildred had been noticeable – at least to me. Anger and jealousy had both clouded her gorgeous amber orbs. But why?

Abigail and I had known each other since she’d started school, her and Rowan had become instant friends and spent most of their free time together. The two girls had been stuck to each other like bees to molasses and were always under my feet out at the ranch. It saddened me to watch as their friendship became distanced through no fault of their own.

Since Abigail’s father had died, her visits to the ranch had come to a stop. Every waking hour seemed to be spent helping her mother in the diner and she was left with no time for social activities. I understood the fact she was needed by her mother, but it saddened me just the same. A young woman as beautiful as Abigail should have been out enjoying herself, stepping out with a beau. Heck, she should have been hitched with little ones by now as I’d told her.

Why did the thought of Abigail being with a man send bolts of jealousy raging through me? I had no interest in anything other than friendship with her. Or did I? I swear the woman tied my thinking in knots.

Saturday nights, when I had supper at the diner and at church on Sundays were the only times we managed to speak a few words to each other and I hated the thought I might have upset her. I resolved to take her aside at church the following day and find out what it was I’d said wrong.

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Susan HorsnellAbout the Author

I live in sunny Queensland, Australia and retired after 37 years of Nursing.

My husband of 45 years, together with our elderly Jack Russell Terrier and extremely opinionated 26-year-old Cockatiel, enjoy exploring the country.
When we are at home, we spend our time renovating our home.
I write a variety of stories including Western Historical Romance, Contemporary Romance, Male/Male, Menage and Shapeshifter.
Each book has a strong focus on storyline with romantic interest building throughout.
I explore real-life issues from kids on the streets to motorcycle war and put my own twist on each one.
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