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A Woman So Bold

By LS Young

Genre: Historical Romance

Twenty-year-old Landra Andrews is as brazen and unique as her first
name. Although
educated and well-connected, she is trapped by a dark secret from her past. She fears the rest of
her life will be decidedly prosaic, until a dashing young man inherits a neighboring farm and
sweeps her off her feet.

William Cavendish is a second son from an old Southern family. A
gentleman in conduct and an artist at heart, he has sown his wild oats in the years he spent
abroad and is ready to settle down. He is taken with well-spoken, headstrong Landra from their
first meeting, and his heart for her only grows.

William seems to be everything Landra has dreamed of but never dared
to believe she could have—handsome, kind, and well-bred—but when they are wed, she soon
finds herself in all-too-familiar surroundings, toiling once more against land that won’t yield.
Her restless spirit and iron will rebel against her discontent, and when a lover from her youth
returns, she finds herself torn between two very different men. Will the mistakes of her past
destroy her hope for the future?

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The man riding up the drive this time was no one I recognized, and I
knew everyone in Willowbend. He was young, and he rode a dapple-gray mare with hints of
ginger in her mane and tail. The breathtaking animal had all the aloof grace of a well-bred
aristocrat, her tail and ears held high. A slim hunting dog trotted obediently at her heels.

The spectacle was such a contrast to the former one of Mr.Buckley
and his plodding, drop-eared nag that I stood for a moment as one paralyzed. Once he had
dismounted, the rider spoke to the mare with obvious affection, patting her neck and clucking to
her until she nickered at him. His canine companion loped about the yard, sniffing unseen trails,
then jumped to attention and ran to his side when he

called, “Pharaoh, come!”

It’s not anyone we know,I murmured, for Colleen’s benefit, mounting the front steps. Her eyes were weak. “It’s a
gentleman by the looks of him.”

Goodness! she hissed, And I look like common white trash! Landra,
invite him in and make my apologies while I change.”

She snatched up Ezra, who had run to her, but he struggled, wailing,
so she put him down and rushed inside.

The screen door snapped shut behind her on its tight spring as I
gathered Ezra into my arms. I stared after her, aghast that she had left me to meet a strange man
without an introduction. Finally, I drew myself up and turned to face him, remaining on the porch.

Having fastened the mare to the hitching post, the man was
approaching. I saw that he wore a gray slouch hat, a khaki frock coat with a white shirt beneath it,
and brown, brushed cotton trousers tucked into worn, leather riding boots. He wore no tie, cravat,
or waistcoat. I did not think he was

wealthy, but he was dressed so well, at least in comparison to my
father’s usual habiliment of denim bib overalls or chinos and striped cotton shirt, that I was taken
aback.

He paused several feet before the front steps and removed his hat.

Good afternoon, ma’am” he said. He held a riding crop in his free
hand, but from the look of his horse, I doubted he ever used it.

I kept my chin up, conscious of my appearance, but unwilling to
acknowledge it by smoothing my hair. “Hello.”

My name is William Cavendish. I’ve just inherited an old estate nearby
and wanted to make a friendly call.”

Mr. Buckley told us of your arrival just today.”

A brief silence elapsed. He crouched on his heels and stroked his
hound as it came to him. Ebenezer was beside me in an instant with his hackles raised, and I
quieted him with a word.

I slowly became more and more conscious of my bedraggled hair and
shabby dress, and Ezra grew heavy on my hip. I set him down, but he refused to come forward,
hiding himself in the folds of my skirt. Resisting the urge to smooth my tumbled hair, my hand
went instead to my mouth, where Daddy had hit me with the lash. It had healed, but a scar was
left, a thin line that split my top lip on the

right side. I rarely thought of it, but when I did, I was self- conscious of
it.

All of this passed in a matter of moments, but each one seemed an
aeon thanks to my discomfort. Mr. Cavendish smiled at Ezra.

Your little boy is bonny. It’s comely in a child, to be shy of
strangers.”

This is Ezra, my brother.”

He looked confused. You are Mrs. Andrews, are you

not?”

I’m Miss Andrews. Mrs. Andrews is my stepmother. You might have
seen her on the porch as you approached.”

Begging your pardon. Did I frighten her away, arriving so
unexpectedly?”

You didn’t frighten her. She went inside to make herself presentable.
We weren’t expecting company, you see.”

Even on a Saturday afternoon?”

We live too far out for it to matter.”

I see.”

He rose, his boots creaking, and made as if to swing the crop, pivoting
on his heel. He turned back to me and said, “Begging your pardon, but I don’t believe I caught
your

first name.”

My name is Landra,I said, managing not to grimace, for I hated my
Christian name. No matter how often I said it, it felt odd and awkward in my mouth. At church, the
girls who didn’t like me said it was ugly. I never signified their remarks with a reply, but I knew
they spoke the truth.

My mother had pronounced my name with a soft a in her drawling
Georgia accent, much as one says the word lawn. Daddy, in his smugness that I had been named
after his father, pronounced it with a short a, like the word land. Neither pronunciation improved it,
but I generally went with my mother’s; there was a hint of refinement in it.

It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,


he replied.

He ascended the first two steps of the porch and extended his hand.

I hesitated. A young lady does not take a gentleman’s hand
indiscriminately, I thought, a favorite proverb of Colleen’s, yet Colleen had abandoned me, and
here we were. There was no common acquaintance present to introduce us.

At last, I met him on the middle step and shook his hand.

The pleasure is mine,” I replied, bowing.

Lahn-dra,” he enunciated. “That’s mighty pretty. Don’t think I’ve
encountered that one before.”

My mind flitted away for a second. His words reminded me of
something. Miss Montgomery. Has a nice ring to it. You got a first name? Who had said those
words? My father. My father had said them when he met my mother.


L.S. Young resides in Florida with her husband and daughter.
After spending several years as a childcare worker and secondary English teacher, she turned to
writing full-time.

She enjoys exploring the Suwannee River State Park, hiking in
the Appalachian Mountains, swimming, and writing nature poetry. She’s an enthusiastic reader of
fantasy, horror, Victorian literature, and historical fiction. Like Lizzie Bennet, she is fond of a walk
and
dearly loves a laugh.

Young is a member of the Historical Novel Society. A Woman so Bold is
her debut novel.

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One thought on “A Woman So Bold Book Tour +Giveaway

  1. Secrets always come out and when a former lover comes around I know this will prove to be quite interesting. Sounds like a good read.

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