Release Blitz: Easter Bride (Holiday Brides #3) by Shanna Hatfield
Title: Easter Bride
Author: Shanna Hatfield
Genre: Sweet Romance, RomCom
Publication Date: March 21, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Will meddling matchmakers make a perfect match?
Piper Peterson loves the small community of Holiday, Oregon. She resides there at a beautiful, old farm where she’s surrounded by animals she’s rescued. And she manages the feed store that’s been in her family for more than a hundred years. Despite her contentment with life, her grandfather’s plans to sell the store and farm leave her future up in the air. When a sly matchmaker works to set Grandpa up with the perfect woman, Piper jumps at the chance to lend a hand. But the last thing she expects is to fall in love while helping her grandpa find happiness.
Stuck at a crossroads in his life, Colton Ford can’t decide which direction to head. Then an invitation to stay at his brother’s ranch in Holiday provides an opportunity Colt can’t pass up. He hopes time spent at the Flying B Ranch will help him clear his head and sort out his life. Before long, he finds himself entangled in a matchmaking plot involving his widowed aunt and a charismatic old gent. When he agrees to give the budding romance a nudge, he has no idea the man’s delightful granddaughter will capture his heart.
A heartwarming story filled with country charm, laughter, and hope, Easter Bride is sure to bring readers the joys of budding spring and sweet romance.
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USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes character-driven romances with relatable heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”
Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen one story at a time. When she isn’t writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, Romance Writers of America, Sweet Romance Reads, Cowboy Kisses, and Pioneer Hearts.
A noise drew his attention from studying the buildings to behind the barn. He walked around the corner and stopped as a woman’s voice shouted from what was clearly a pen for pigs.
“Simba! I’ve had about enough of this,” she scolded. “You know better than to get into Moe’s pen.”
There were grunts and bleating sounds that had to come from a goat. Colt was far enough away, all he could see was a muddy pen with mud-colored shapes moving around inside.
He took a few steps toward the pen but stopped when a dog the size of a small pony trotted from behind a horse trailer and stared at him. Although mud-splattered, the dog’s coat was a rich shade of caramel brown. Heavy bones, thick muscles, and the biggest head he’d ever seen on a canine gave the animal a look of power. An undershot jaw, like a bulldog, and a furrowed brow couldn’t hide the dog’s intelligence even if he had paws the size of bread plates.
Expressive blue eyes sized him up. Afraid to move lest the dog decided to attack, Colt stood absolutely still. When the canine wagged his tail and offered a friendly woof, Colt released the breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding.
“Oh, shoot,” he heard the woman say. Colt glanced over to see her head pop into view before she released a startled squeal followed by a loud splat as she disappeared again. The goat bleated and the pig joined in the chorus with a series of grunts.
He started toward the woman, the big dog beside him, but before he reached the pen, she stood upright and stepped over the fence. Covered in oozing mud from the top of her head to the tips of her boots, the woman carried what looked like a half-grown goat in her arms.
Carson had assured him Piper was a beauty, but he couldn’t envision it with her wearing baggy, filthy coveralls and muck smeared all over her hair and face. At this point, he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out more about a female who appeared unfazed by the fact she dripped a trail of oozing, rank mud as she strode toward him.
“Hi, there! You must be Carson’s brother. I’m Piper.”
She walked right up to him and Colt had to battle the urge to wrinkle his nose at the smell of goat and pig that filled the air around her. Normally, that kind of stuff never bothered him, but the overpowering odor made his stomach churn. Maybe he was coming down with something.
“Let me put Simba back in his pen and then I’ll show you Charlie.” Without waiting for his response, she marched over to an enclosure that looked like a small fortress with a high fence running around it. A covered area at the back provided a place for the goat to get out of the weather. Despite the secure lodging, he had an idea Simba had mastered the art of escaping.
Dumbfounded by the woman who didn’t seem at all disturbed by the fact she’d literally been wallowing with a pig to capture a goat on the lam, he remained rooted to the ground, waiting for her to return.