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    A Proper Marriage: A Novella
    A Proper Marriage: A Novella
    A Proper Marriage: A Novella
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    A Proper Marriage: A Novella

    By Dorothy Love

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    From a hasty union begun in shame, a young man and woman struggle to build a lasting love.

    Following a brief romance with George Mackenzie, Blue Gap, North Carolina’s most desirable suitor, Olivia Brooks finds herself abandoned and expecting a child. She is cast out of her father’s house and hastily weds George’s brother Luke, whom she has known since childhood. Luke hopes that giving his brother’s child a name will prove his own worth and provide a home for the woman he has long admired.

    Determined to make a fresh start, they set off for Laurel Grove, Tennessee, but an accident on an icy mountain road forces them to take refuge with a Quaker family in Sweetbriar Creek. As Olivia and Luke recover from their injuries and await the birth of the child, they must confront their past mistakes and make peace with old hurts and betrayals if they are ever to forge a proper marriage.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThomas Nelson
    Release dateOct 14, 2014
    ISBN9781401691356
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    Dorothy Love

    A native of west Tennessee, Dorothy Love makes her home in the Texas hill country with her husband and their golden retriever. An award-winning author of numerous young adult novels, Dorothy made her adult debut with the Hickory Ridge novels. Facebook: dorothylovebooks Twitter: @WriterDorothy  

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      A Proper Marriage - Dorothy Love

      A Note from the Author

      Dear Readers:

      Some years ago while conducting research for my Hickory Ridge series, I came across a reference to a Quaker community in eastern Tennessee noted for its role in the Underground Railroad during the Civil War. As I read more about the Quakers I grew to admire their progressive ideas and Quaker women such as Lucretia Mottt, Susan B Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton who fought for women’s suffrage, Rhoda Coffin, a leader in the prison reform movement, and Elizabeth Comstock, who worked to better the lives of freed slaves. I admire them for having the courage of their convictions, and for the quiet simplicity with which they practice their faith.

      When I needed a place to shelter my young couple in A Proper Marriage, I created the Quakers of Sweetbriar Creek. I hope you enjoy getting to know them along with Luke and Olivia.

      Dorothy

      Chapter One

      A mountain road in western North Carolina

      March 1848

      Sitting next to Luke Mackenzie as the wagon crossed the rickety wooden bridge, Olivia clutched the seat and braced herself against its roll and sway, fighting the waves of nausea rising in her throat. She shifted her weight, hoping to ease the dull pain in her back. Though they’d left only hours ago, her discomfort and apprehension made her feel as if they’d traveled for days.

      This morning in the steel-colored predawn light, Luke had loaded the wagon with a barrel of dishes, their trunks, and a few pieces of furniture—a table, two chairs, a small chest of drawers that had been her mother’s—and they’d set off before Blue Gap was awake. Now a weak sun rose, chasing the chill from the cold blue mountain morning and casting a pale glow on the surface of the river. Laden with broken branches from yesterday’s storm, the water rushed beneath them, roiling with pieces of broken tree limbs and masses of swirling leaves. Olivia watched a sturdy branch tangled with new leaves as it bobbed and tumbled in the turbulent river.

      They reached the far side of the bridge. The horse strained in his traces, drawing the wagon along the narrow road that wound upward through thick stands of scrub oak and pine.

      You all right, Olivia? Luke regarded her from beneath the brim of his worn felt hat. We can stop a minute if you need to.

      She shook her head and turned away, hiding her tears. This was not at all the life she’d imagined for herself, the dream she’d concocted in the soft darkness of the room she shared with her younger sister, Ruth. This was supposed to be a day of happiness and quiet joy, but everything about it was wrong. The wrong time, the wrong place. The wrong man.

      It wasn’t that Luke was unappealing. He was slender, a head taller than she, with sun-browned skin and dark, intelligent eyes. He earned a decent living farming and working as a cooper, turning out sturdy buckets and barrels made of cedar. Even now, the clean smell of the new wood clung to his clothes and his shock of shaggy brown hair. He could read and write, which was more than she could say for many in Blue Gap. Certainly he had proved to be a person of exemplary life and ardent faith. In the battle between love and moral conviction, Luke had chosen to do the right thing. The only problem with Luke Mackenzie was that he wasn’t his older brother.

      Despite everything George had done to hurt her, the deep longing for him would not cease. His every word and gesture had branded themselves on her heart. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see his exuberant grin and laughing eyes, challenging her to recklessness.

      Delighted by their mutual fascination and with no experience to destroy her belief in his sincerity, she had taken that challenge. She couldn’t explain even to herself the powerful attraction that had sprung up between them, blinding her to everything else. Until it was all over, she hadn’t realized the enormous energy required to go to George in secret whenever he sent for her, to be ready with some plausible excuse for her father every time she left the house.

      And now she would pay the price. She had forfeited her right to happiness. Maybe she didn’t deserve to be happy after what she’d done, but perhaps one day she would find contentment. Some feeling that her past was over and done, her debt paid, her future a clean slate upon which to write a better story of her life.

      Look, Olivia. Luke pointed to a doe and two fawns standing motionless in the clearing. I reckon the fawns aren’t more than a couple of days old.

      She watched as the doe and her babies ambled through a wood alive with early spring foliage. A cool wind stirred the newly-leafed trees and the clumps of jasmine surrounding them. Here and there, patches of weak sunlight dappled the glade. Olivia wished for charcoal and sketchbook, but they were buried in the bottom of her trunk at the back of the wagon. Rescued mere moments before her father, in his rage, would have consigned them—like most of her other belongings—to the flames.

      The wagon crested a hill. Below them lay a collection of houses and outbuildings scattered haphazardly across undulating hills. In the distance, the blue-green mountains that marked the westernmost boundary of the state were shrouded in clouds. On the other side lay her future—and Tennessee.

      Almost there. Luke took a deep breath and sent her an uncertain smile. Are you ready?

      She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. They drove into town, past a row of rough-hewn, unpainted houses, a whitewashed church, a blacksmith shop. Outside the general store, farm wives in faded poke bonnets paused in their conversations to stare as Luke halted the wagon and jumped down.

      Wait here, he said. I’ll be right back.

      Olivia smoothed her skirt and raked her hair out of her eyes, wishing for a sip of fresh water, something to eat, and a privy. Not necessarily in that order. But all of that would have to wait. Overcome with lassitude, she waited for Luke, listening to the rattle of harness, the banter of a group of boys playing in the dirt street, the ring of the anvil on iron. The world began to darken and spin. She closed her eyes and willed herself not to faint.

      He’ll do it. Luke returned and lifted Olivia off the wagon, setting her gently onto the ground. The preacher says he’ll marry us.

      Relief and apprehension warred inside her. She squared her shoulders. Let’s go.

      You might try to look as if you’re at least willing.

      She pinched some color into her cheeks and forced a smile.

      Much better. I know it doesn’t mean beans coming from me, Olivia, but you’d make any man proud.

      Any man except—

      Don’t say his name. Not now, not ever.

      They crossed the yard and went into the house. In the book-filled parlor a small fire danced in the grate. A chime clock announced the half hour. The overly heated room and the smells of burned coffee and greasy bacon made her stomach roil. Olivia gulped air as the preacher, a big, graying man with a potbelly protruding from beneath his rough woolen shirt, lumbered into the room. Taking a pen and a sheet of paper from his desk, he smiled down at Olivia. You must be the bride.

      Yes, sir.

      Name?

      Olivia Brooks.

      He wrote it down and cocked an eyebrow at Luke.

      Luke Mackenzie.

      The preacher scribbled on the paper. I know that name. Are you by any chance kin to George Mackenzie over in Blue Gap?

      Luke’s eyes went hard. No.

      Well then. The preacher picked up his Bible and flipped the well-worn pages. "You two stand over there and take

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