Fletcher's Woman
Authors: Linda Lael Miller
Washington's rowdy lumber camps were no place for an innocent young beauty. . . .
When Rachel McKinnon attracts the attention of Jonas Wilkes, she is truly in dire straits. Wilkes, the owner of a lumber empire, has power over most everyone he meetsâand now he wants Rachel. Her only hope is Griffin Fletcher. The town's darkly handsome, unmarried doctor, he once made a promise to Rachel's dying mother to keep her daughter out of harm's way. But little did Fletcher know that looking after the lovely Rachel would mean facing down Wilkes, his nemesis. Now the enmity he harbors for Wilkes is about to erupt in a dangerous confrontation . . . and the young doctor who swore never to love again is suddenly in danger of falling desperately in love with the one woman he swore he would always protect.
One of America's best-loved storytellers, Linda Lael Miller sets passions blazing in the unforgettable tale of FLETCHER'S WOMAN.
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Don't Look Now, Never Look Back,
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One Last Look.
Her acclaimed frontier romance series include
Springwater
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The Women of Primrose Creek.
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Dear Readers, Old and New,
Is it with joy that I give you one of the novels written earlier in my career. Some of you have read it, and will feel as though you're meeting old friends; to others, it will offer a completely new reading experience.
Either way, this tale is a gift of my heart.
The characters in this and all of my books are the kind of people I truly admire, and try to emulate. They are smart, funny, brave, and persistent. The women are strong, and while they love their men, they have goals of their own, and they are independent, sometimes to a fault. More than anything else, these stories are about people meeting challenges and discovering the hidden qualities and resources within themselves.
We all have to do that.
We are blessedâand cursedâto live in uncertain times.
Let us go forward, bravely, with our dearest ideals firmly in mind. They're all we haveâand all we need.
May you be blessed,
Linda Lael Miller
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BY
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INDA
L
AEL
M
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Banner O'Brien
Corbin's Fancy
Memory's Embrace
My Darling Melissa
Angelfire
Desire and Destiny
Fletcher's Woman
Lauralee
Moonfire
Wanton Angel
Willow
Princess Annie
The Legacy
Taming Charlotte
Yankee Wife
Daniel's Bride
Lily and the Major
Emma and the Outlaw
Caroline and the Raider
Pirates
Knights
My Outlaw
The Vow
Two Brothers
Springwater
Springwater Series:
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Savannah
Miranda
Jessica
A Springwater Christmas
One Wish
The Women of Primrose
Creek Series:
Bridget
Christy
Skye
Megan
Courting Susannah
Springwater Wedding
My Lady Beloved
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My Lady Wayward (
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High Country Bride
Shogun Bride
Secondhand Bride
The Last Chance Café
Don't Look Now
Never Look Back
One Last Look
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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FLETCHER'S WOMAN
Providence, Washington Territory
May 21, 1889
Rebecca McKinnon sank back on her satin pillows as the pain intensified. With fingers that seemed to bear little regard for the orders of her mind, she took the letter from the table beside her bed and read it for perhaps the hundredth time since its arrival the day before.
Anguish filled her, mingled with a dizzying, hopeful wonder.
Ezra. At last, Ezra had found her. And that meant that Rachel probably would, too.
Tears of frustration and pain burned in her eyes.
Would he tell Rachel what he knew? Would he set up some kind of mother-daughter confrontation?
Rebecca shuddered. Her head began to throb, and she flung back the red velvet comforter that covered her and struggled out of bed. She crossed the room on thin, shaky legs, her once voluptuous body gaunt and bony beneath the gossamer beige silk of her nightdress.
On the dresser top, the liquor awaitedâamber comfort confined to a crystal decanter.
A chill ran through Rebecca's soul as she unstopped the bottle and poured a generous dose of its contents into a glass, then replaced the stopper and returned the brandy to its place.
The already dim room darkened; the storm blowing in from the sea was almost upon the town of Providence. The bitter winds announcing its arrival were already screaming around the clapboard corners of Rebecca's business establishment and creeping across the bare wooden floors to sting her naked feet.
She raised the glass high, in a mock toastâto Ezra. To the mouthy sailor who had betrayed her whereabouts in a Seattle saloon. To her own vanished youth.
Rebecca glared at her shadowy reflection in the dingy, rippled mirror over the dresser, and a sigh escaped her.
Her long, ebony hair was threaded through with gray now, and the fire had long since left the wide, amethyst eyes,
rendering them flat and dull and vacant. Her cheeks were hollow and void of all color, her once full and mobile lips were thinned by years of degradation and regret.
Where was that other Rebecca now?
Where was the vibrant, spirited woman who had smiled back at her from so many kinder looking glasses?