In the Oklahoma Territory of 1916 youthful undertaker, Jedwin Sparrow, seeks experience with a woman. His first stop in the cottage of notorious divorcee, Cora Briggs. Cora's initial impulse is to slap his face, then she gets a better idea. Why not pretend to go along with his indecent proposal and get back at the nasty town gossips who have made her life so difficult. An unlikely couple with less than stellar motives accidently wanders into a forever romance.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralThis book has 90,000 copies in print, but was just recently made available in eformat. It has been in the top 1,000, but today it is at 115,000
A momentary flash of anxiety swept through him, but determinedly he raised his fist and knocked boldly at the door. She was tall, taller than he’d remembered, and full-bodied. He swallowed nervously at that observation. Her bosom was quite ample and her hips generously curved. The apron tied at her small waist enhanced those curves. The young man did not require such enhancement to find the woman attractive. Merely the idea of Cora Briggs set his blood racing.
With difficulty he forced his gaze to rise to her face. Behind a thin veil of dark brown lashes were a very ordinary pair of pale brown eyes that were curiously scrutinizing him.
“May I help you, sir?”
It was the first time he’d ever heard her speak. Her tone was proper, almost haughty, and her accent was well bred, educated, citified. It was the most exciting and exotic voice he’d ever heard. She was everything he wanted. Make her say yes! he prayed and then quickly reminded himself that his particular errand was not one a gentleman had a right to pray about.
Jerkily, he pulled his hat from his head. “Evening, Mrs. Briggs,” he blurted out too quickly. “I’m James Edwin Sparrow, Jr., ma’am. The undertaker. May I come in, Mrs. Briggs?” he asked. Gazing longingly into the parlor, he cast a nervous glance behind him. The cottage was on the edge of town and the nearest neighbor a good fifty yards away. Still, he’d rather not be spied standing on her back doorstep.
Cora Briggs turned the wooden latch on the screen door and led the young gentleman into her parlor. She seated herself in a small sewing rocker and ges tured to Jedwin to take a place on the divan.
“So, Mr. Sparrow,” Cora Briggs said finally. “If you’ve come to tell me that Maimie Briggs has finally gone on to her reward, believe me, I am uninterested.”
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