middle of the night?” The town sheriff stood up and cast a glance down the aisle at Buddy, who was easing out the back door.
The congregation was muttering about spells and witches and Cupid and blasphemy and all manner of dark things.
“Really,” Elizabeth said. “It’s all right. I think it’s all for the best.”
I was liking her more and more and feeling guilty for the pain I was causing her, but what worried me was how John was taking the reading of my letter to Cupid. I raised my head and met his eyes, terrified to see condemnation there.
But his eyes were soft and kind. “Hush!” he commanded the room. “I have something to say.”
Everyone fell silent. The runaway groom had spoken.
John faced me, took my hand, held it tightly in his. “It’s true. Millie Greenwood has bewitched me.”
That drew more comments, murmurs, and gasps from the crowds.
“But not in the way Rosalie suggests. Millie has bewitched me with not only her beauty, but her kindness, her good nature, and her willingness to help others. She bewitched me with her smart mind and sensible outlook. It does not matter to me that she is a maid. Or that she wrote a letter to Cupid begging for intervention. It only proves how she much loved me if she was desperate enough to write a letter and walk it all the way up to the Cupid stalagmite in the middle of the night.”
“Yes,” I whispered because it was true.
“You’re the one that I love, Millie Greenwood. For better or worse and everything in between.”
“Oh, John!” I whispered, too happy to cry.
He gathered me up into his arms and with everyone watching carried me out of the church as if I were his bride.
Epilogue
I MARRIED J OHN F ANT eighteen months later on the best day of my life. Not in a church with a silver fancy steeple—we were known for bucking convention, after all—but in front of the silver mine where my daddy had died. I saw it as a fitting tribute to my father. A new beginning where a tragic ending had taken place. The mine would reopen the following day after John’s painstaking restoration. He’d taken it beyond the safety standards of even the most secure mineshaft in the country.
Something unexpected had happened in the renovations. They found a new vein of ore no one knew about, and so his kind caring and attention to detail paid off.
My mother moved my sisters and brothers to San Antonio to live near her sister, and while I hated not having them nearby, it was time for my family to begin a new chapter of their lives, just as I was.
And John’s family? They welcomed me into the family with open arms. Ultimately, they just wanted their son to be happy, and it was as clear as the smiles on our faces that we made each other happy.
What happened that day in the First Methodist Church became known all throughout the Trans-Pecos region, and a funny thing happened. People began marking pilgrimages to the Cupid stalagmite and leaving letters asking for his help in affairs of the heart. Side business sprang up to take advantage of this unexpected tourist trade. Inns were built and local business started selling Cupid merchandise. It was a heady time. Times were changing. All the old rules were breaking and people were becoming more accepting of new ideas and new ways of doing things.
By writing that letter to Cupid, I’d started something bigger than myself.
And as John and I sealed our marriage with a heartfelt kiss, a legend was born.
GO WILDE THIS SUMMER!
Here is a sneak peek at
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
Available May 28, 2013
and
ALL OUT OF LOVE
Available June 25, 2013
The first two books in New York Times bestselling author
Lori Wilde’s
delicious new series set in Cupid, Texas!
Love at First Sight
Just one look and the earth trembled beneath my feet.
— M ILLIE G REENWOOD
Dear Cupid,
The most awesomely awful thing has happened. I have fallen truly, madly, deeply in love.
Awesome because I have never felt anything like
The congregation was muttering about spells and witches and Cupid and blasphemy and all manner of dark things.
“Really,” Elizabeth said. “It’s all right. I think it’s all for the best.”
I was liking her more and more and feeling guilty for the pain I was causing her, but what worried me was how John was taking the reading of my letter to Cupid. I raised my head and met his eyes, terrified to see condemnation there.
But his eyes were soft and kind. “Hush!” he commanded the room. “I have something to say.”
Everyone fell silent. The runaway groom had spoken.
John faced me, took my hand, held it tightly in his. “It’s true. Millie Greenwood has bewitched me.”
That drew more comments, murmurs, and gasps from the crowds.
“But not in the way Rosalie suggests. Millie has bewitched me with not only her beauty, but her kindness, her good nature, and her willingness to help others. She bewitched me with her smart mind and sensible outlook. It does not matter to me that she is a maid. Or that she wrote a letter to Cupid begging for intervention. It only proves how she much loved me if she was desperate enough to write a letter and walk it all the way up to the Cupid stalagmite in the middle of the night.”
“Yes,” I whispered because it was true.
“You’re the one that I love, Millie Greenwood. For better or worse and everything in between.”
“Oh, John!” I whispered, too happy to cry.
He gathered me up into his arms and with everyone watching carried me out of the church as if I were his bride.
Epilogue
I MARRIED J OHN F ANT eighteen months later on the best day of my life. Not in a church with a silver fancy steeple—we were known for bucking convention, after all—but in front of the silver mine where my daddy had died. I saw it as a fitting tribute to my father. A new beginning where a tragic ending had taken place. The mine would reopen the following day after John’s painstaking restoration. He’d taken it beyond the safety standards of even the most secure mineshaft in the country.
Something unexpected had happened in the renovations. They found a new vein of ore no one knew about, and so his kind caring and attention to detail paid off.
My mother moved my sisters and brothers to San Antonio to live near her sister, and while I hated not having them nearby, it was time for my family to begin a new chapter of their lives, just as I was.
And John’s family? They welcomed me into the family with open arms. Ultimately, they just wanted their son to be happy, and it was as clear as the smiles on our faces that we made each other happy.
What happened that day in the First Methodist Church became known all throughout the Trans-Pecos region, and a funny thing happened. People began marking pilgrimages to the Cupid stalagmite and leaving letters asking for his help in affairs of the heart. Side business sprang up to take advantage of this unexpected tourist trade. Inns were built and local business started selling Cupid merchandise. It was a heady time. Times were changing. All the old rules were breaking and people were becoming more accepting of new ideas and new ways of doing things.
By writing that letter to Cupid, I’d started something bigger than myself.
And as John and I sealed our marriage with a heartfelt kiss, a legend was born.
GO WILDE THIS SUMMER!
Here is a sneak peek at
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
Available May 28, 2013
and
ALL OUT OF LOVE
Available June 25, 2013
The first two books in New York Times bestselling author
Lori Wilde’s
delicious new series set in Cupid, Texas!
Love at First Sight
Just one look and the earth trembled beneath my feet.
— M ILLIE G REENWOOD
Dear Cupid,
The most awesomely awful thing has happened. I have fallen truly, madly, deeply in love.
Awesome because I have never felt anything like
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