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A Historical Romance, set in the United States Midwest, 1840s.

    Maggie McCarty has fled the potato famine in Ireland and a promise she refuses to keep. Arriving at the home of her aunt’s employer in southern Indiana, she’s met with an even greater challenge: A wealthy widower named Benjamin Driver, with a few secrets of his own.

ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-072-5 (Electronic)
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-981-0 (Paperback)

"Tracy Jones has written an action-packed love story combining the two countries of Ireland and America in the 19th century. Maggie and Benjamin's story is an enjoyable read for historical and romance readers alike."

- Anne Whitfield, Author

 


    "Maggie McCarty is a rich and vivid tale of life's misfortunes, lost love, and hope for the future."

- Zinnia Hope, Author


   EXCERPT:

   The corn husking had already begun, and squeals of delight pierced the clamor as each new red ear was found. Maggie had been under the impression the red ears were rare, and thought it odd that so many men were already finding them.
   Though she hadn’t consented or declined, John grasped her hand in his and pulled her into the midst of the activity.
   Maggie giggled as she stood next to John, up to his hips in corn. Hundreds of the lumpy green and yellow ears surrounded her, silk spilling out the ends.
   Maggie’s hands were soft, but no strangers to work. She deftly stripped the husks from the corn, and brushed the silk away.
   Less than ten minutes had passed when John bounded up from the corn.
   “Oho!” He turned in a circle, waving the red ear high for all to see.
   Maggie laughed and offered her cheek for the obligatory kiss. To her surprise and dismay, John grabbed her face in both hands and kissed her, fully and deeply, on the mouth. The pungent taste of whiskey lingered on her tongue.
   The subsequent loud howls and applause were no match in intensity for her shock and humiliation. She did spot Benjamin then, possibly the only person besides herself not laughing. He stood close by, his hands crammed into his trouser pockets. With a dark scowl on his face, he turned and walked away.

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