The Daddy List (Love Inspired Historical), by DeWanna Pace
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The Daddy List (Love Inspired Historical), by DeWanna Pace
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A Substitute Husband Discovering her daughter is holding bank patrons hostage to interview daddy candidates sends widow Daisy Trumbo running to intervene. But when real bank robbers take advantage of the fake stickup, the hero of the day is Bass Parker—the man Daisy blames for her husband's death. Yet duty compels her to care for him as he recovwers from his injuries. Bass is determined to make amends to the widow and child of the fallen soldier who took his place on the battlefield. But he slowly finds himself feeling more than obligation to this independent woman and her spirited little girl. Their happiness hinges on Daisy's forgiveness, but can she let go of the past?
The Daddy List (Love Inspired Historical), by DeWanna Pace- Amazon Sales Rank: #226612 in Books
- Published on: 2015-03-03
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.61" h x .76" w x 4.21" l, .0 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 288 pages
About the Author DeWanna Pace is a NY TIMES, USA TODAY bestselling author who lives in Texas with her cowboy husband and pets. This new Nana combines her faith with her love of humor and romance. As a former elementary school librarian, she feels blessed to have helped others discover the love of books and reading. Though her first novel is still under the bed growing baby spiders, it taught her the craft of writing. She has published two dozen novels and anthologies. Let her show you the ways a heart can love.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Spring, 1868Keeping her promise would wear Daisy Trumbo out before this was all over with, but keep it she would. With long strides she hurried down the planked sidewalk that led from the mercantile, where she'd been stocking up on supplies. According to a handful of outraged citizens, her seven-year-old daughter was over at the bank holding men hostage with a gun.Daisy had agreed to consider every man her child chose to interview in the quest to gain a new father, but holding them prisoner until each passed or failed inspection was simply taking her newfound mission too far.Where in this wild stretch of Texas had Ollie gotten her hands on a gun?Daisy broke into a run, the hem of her skirt threatening to tangle with her long legs. If she managed to trip she'd leave these widow's weeds in the dust so fast she'd show up in nothing but her bloomers. That would give her neighbors something to talk about.She reached her destination without mishap. From the number of horses hitched outside the establishment, the banker had an unusual amount of customers this morning. Saturday often brought cowhands into town to collect their pay and waste it in the saloons. She'd been so busy at the mercantile she hadn't noticed if the overland stage had already arrived and brought in more visitors to High Plains. Just how many hostages were involved? she wondered."Protect my child from herself, Lord," Daisy whispered as she forced down panic. No need to burst through the door and startle anyone. That might get someone hurt. Instead, Daisy dusted her skirt, adjusted her bonnet and squarely braced her shoulders for the trouble ahead. Her fingers shook as she reached for the doorknob.She was tall enough to see above the curtains that covered the door and front windows. From the sight of raised palms, her daughter still had the weapon aimed at somebody.Please make these men the forgiving sort, Daisy prayed."Hand that gun to the banker immediately, Olivia Jane Trumbo," she ordered, opening the door, "or you're going to get a good talking-to all the way ho—" She stumbled as the door swung open faster than she had pushed it.A dark-haired, blue-eyed woman stood there, blocking Daisy's way and flicking open a lace fan held in one hand. Two more steps corrected the awkward momentum that almost spilled Daisy, giving her a whiff of fragrance that smelled like a spring breeze dancing through a meadow of wildflowers. A pleasant surprise amid the stuffiness of too many warm bodies gathered in one place."Your name, please?" asked the lady in a cultured voice sounding younger than her appearance. Dressed in a tea gown the blue of her eyes, her hair swept up in some fancy do, she seemed overdressed for a simple visit to the bank. "That little hoodlum told me not to let anyone in here but her mother.""That would be me," Daisy informed her, wishing she had taken a little more time with her appearance this morning, "and she's no hoodlum. Olivia just sometimes goes about things different from most folks."This was as much her fault as Ollie's. She'd wanted Ollie to be older before she learned about the death of her father, but Ollie had started asking questions about Knox several months ago. Someone had obviously opened the subject of his death up for discussion. Her child finally asked why she still wore widow's weeds since Old Miz Jenkins said the proper mourning period should be only two years, not three. Daisy simply replied that the material was still sturdy and they didn't need to be wasteful.Since finding out about her daddy, Ollie had a burr under her saddle, insisting she didn't want to be hugged on too much. Daisy tended to give her daughter time on her own so she wouldn't feel overprotected or smothered with attention. Too much time this morning had allowed the seven-year-old to get her hands on a gun and arrive at this crazy hostage scheme."Olivia Jane, where did you get that gun?" Daisy demanded."Better step aside and let her in," Ollie warned, nodding her honey-colored head. "She used my gettin'-in-trouble name."Daisy moved past the beautiful lady and around some baggage next to the door."Did you say her last name is Trumbo? Were the two of you related to Knox Trumbo?" asked the stern-faced man who stood by himself to the left of the teller's cage. He started to edge closer, his forehead furrowed as his gaze swept Daisy from hem to bonnet.On a different day, she might have taken the time to study him closer, admiring his good grooming and such, but all she could do was concentrate on reaching her daughter's side rather than answering him."They're his widow and child," informed the banker behind the teller's cage. "Daisy and Olivia."Ollie waved the gun at the woman with the fan. "Don't move any closer, mister, or I might accidentally hurt your lady friend here. It won't take Mama but a minute to make up her mind about all you fellas then I'll let'cha go. If she likes you, you can talk to her plenty in a minute."The seven-year-old's head rose then fell as she took in the sight of him from hat to boot tip. "She's got a real fondness for clean people, though. I should know. I got dirty bathwater to prove it all the time." Ollie nodded toward the cowboys standing to the right of the cage. "And since you're the only fella wearing Sunday clean, 'cept Sam, you got a pretty good chance out of all of ya to get on my list. Sam don't count, though. He's the banker. He's got to dress good."Daisy cringed at her daughter's outspokenness.The clean-looking man didn't back up the few steps he'd gained but seemed willing to wait her out. Cautious, Daisy decided. A wise man."Take a quick look, Mama, then I'll be ready for some sense." Ollie's gaze locked with Daisy's and confirmed that she understood totally the kind of talking-to she was about to get from her mother.Daisy realized Ollie was deliberately avoiding an answer about the gun, so she went ahead and studied the well-groomed stranger long enough to make sure he meant no harm to Ollie. He dressed like a businessman and clearly spent more of his hours indoors than out, but broad shoulders and his muscular frame appeared strong enough to handle himself if someone wronged him. She hoped to end this situation before anything such as that took place."The sooner you and your daughter are finished, ma'am—" his voice held a timbre deep and resonant, making her wonder from what part of the country it had been cultivated "—the sooner my sister can return to my side and we can go about our business."That put a whole new light on his intentions. Daisy couldn't fault him for wanting to protect his own. She respected such a man and would have shown him a friendlier disposition if they weren't in such tense circumstances."I'm sure these fine gentlemen mean me no harm at all," cooed his sister, flashing the cowboys a smile and fanning her face. "Please, take your time, Mrs. Trumbo."Ollie's hands started to shake just from the sheer weight of the gun. Daisy faced the lineup of cowhands, deciding it best to get on with her daughter's ploy so this could be ended as quickly as possible. Though one or two cowboys focused intently on Ollie, none appeared too worried about their safety. A red-haired cowhand in the front of the line was actually grinning."How about me?" the banker asked. "Can I move now that your mother's here, Ollie?" Sweat stained his thinning hairline and darkened his shirt near the armpits.Daisy didn't give Ollie time to answer. "You go about your business, Sam. We apologize for this and promise it won't happen again, will it, Olivia?"Ollie's twin braids swung back and forth as she shook her head. "I better not promise, Mama, 'cause I might be lying. Sometimes I do that 'fore I know what comes over me. Old Miz Jenkins says that's 'cause I'm young and still got a bunch'a sins to sow. I don't know what that means, but when she says it everybody around her pew gives her an 'Amen, sister.' You don't want me breaking one of them commandments if I can help it, do ya?""I most certainly do not." Daisy frowned, though several of the cowhands laughed and she noticed a grin flash across the brother's face.She should have been happy most were taking this with such good humor, but Daisy couldn't until she had control of the gun.Ollie took a deep breath and finished her discussion with Banker Cardwell. "Besides, you don't have to worry no more anyway, Sam. Mama said all your whiskers would give her burns if you was a kissing kind of man. And you know that's one of them things on my list. A new daddy's got to be good at kissin' Mama, and I don't want it hurtin' her none when he does it."She seemed to remember where she should be targeting and adjusted her aim. The tiny crooked last finger she'd inherited from her daddy's side of the family stuck out as if she were balancing a teacup. "Just gonna see if any of these fellas over here will do.""First time I've ever been held at gunpoint to prove I'm a good kisser," one of the cowboys joked.Heat blazed in Daisy's cheeks as she dismissed him and her daughter's demand, instantly moving on to the three men who had been hanging around High Plains on weekends the past month. She had heard they were helping out at the old Rafford place during branding season. The others were probably looking for work. Dressed in work shirts, bandannas, vests and chaps to cover their denims, they didn't appear any different than most cowboys who rode the circuit of ranches come spring.Despite Ollie's earlier comments about the more finely dressed man, most of the cowboys had shaved and cleaned up before riding into town. That showed respect, one of the requirements Daisy had added to her daughter's list. She appreciated a respectful man of clean ways who traveled a good path. As she tried to do herself, though she failed at times.If she ever did choose to remarry, not that she thought she actually would, the man must honor all of God's ways and love her and Ollie as his own. He must put no one else but God before them. She would offer her heart to no one less. She would give Ollie no less than the best of fathers this time. Until that ever came about, she intended to be and provide everything her daughter needed. No matter how hard the struggle.Daisy moved on to the cowboys' faces and whether or not they could stare her straight in the eyes. Every one of them looked away before she finished, a couple of them edging their hats down low as if not wanting to be seen too closely. That made no points with her. Anyone she allowed to enter her and Ollie's lives she needed to trust, and eyes spoke volumes about a person.The rest of the men's features ranged from passably pleasing to make-you-look-twice, but she put little value in appearances these days. Each of them would be a suitable match to some woman in the world somewhere, just not her.Daisy supposed she should have never told Ollie that Knox had been the handsomest man in the county when she'd married him. Her daughter now believed having uncommon good looks was an important requirement for a would-be daddy. As Daisy had learned the hard way, a man needed something more than pleasant features to be a good husband or a father. He needed a heart filled with sincere love and kindness and a soul full of truth. She'd discovered too late that Knox had fallen short of that expectation and she hadn't known how to help him improve.Ollie knew only that her father had the reputation of a hero. What purpose would it serve to let her or others believe any different of him? It would only hurt Ollie in the end. Daisy decided it was better to keep the sad truth hidden away in her own heart than to crush Ollie's.Though she allowed Ollie to have her fun with the future-daddy list, Daisy doubted any man could ever really measure up and be able to heal the depth of that hurt in Knox and disappointment in herself. Instead, she set about proving to herself and every other member of the Trumbo clan in this community that she could make a decent living for her and Ollie and didn't need anyone else to make them happy or earn their keep."Let these men go, Olivia," Daisy said quietly, her tone filled with the pain of memories. "We've delayed them long enough."Ollie shrugged. "I wasn't much stuck on none of 'em, either, Mama. Not a one knows a thing about threading your machine or making a shoe, so they won't be no help with the biz'ness. They just shoo cows and keep 'em rounded up. How 'bout their eyes? Any of them got that special look you want?"The cowboy in front thumbed back his hat and winked at Daisy. He had one of the priorities Ollie had written on the list. Taller than Mama. A lot of men fell short of matching Daisy's height. Six feet in widow-black daunted more men than it didn't."You got a real rooter-tooter on your hands there, Widow." The winker's grin broadened. "I might be willing to stick around to change your opinion." His voice lowered into a husky tone that implied more than Daisy needed or wanted to know about the kind of man he was.The lady with the fan tapped Daisy with it and gave a low throaty laugh. "I wouldn't turn that one down, ma'am. He looks like quite a charmer.""Leave the dear widow to her business, Petula," warned her brother, his gaze locking with his sister's. "I've already told you, we won't be here long enough to make any proper acquaintances."Petula's lower lip pouted. Daisy took note of the undercurrent of emotion layering his tone and his stoic expression. His features were similar to but more angular than his flirting sister's. His eyes, though, were incomparable to any others she'd ever seen. The blue-violet of the lake water in her back pasture after a spring thaw, they were layered with fathoms so clear nothing could be hidden in their depths. The kind of eyes that one might trust, she wondered, unsettled that they had stirred such a curiosity within her.Daisy quickly pushed the question aside. He was someone just passing through. She'd had enough of trying to trust a man to settle down. To make herself important enough in his life he would prefer to stay.The expression that now thinned the stranger's lips and chiseled his jaw held no softness, no gentleness, only command for his sister's obedience. He didn't appear a man to be taken lightly."Proper wasn't exactly on your sister's mind, mister," the winker dared."What are you implying?" demanded Petula's protector, his legs firmly planting themselves apart. Massive fists rose to defend his sister's honor. "Ladies, please step out of the way."His knuckles looked scarred and broken, certainly not the hands of a duded-up gentleman. This would not be his first fight or the first defense of Petula, Daisy noted.Time to get this under control."Excuse them, sir," she apologized for the cowboy's rudeness, hoping to play peacemaker, "you're new to these parts. Men around here love a good Saturday fight just so they can sit in church the next morning and have something to ask forgiveness for. Don't you, fellows?"She hoped she could make the defender see reason and not let this escalate into a brawl. "They sometimes deliberately rile somebody just to get a rise out of them. It's a source for bragging rights so they can confess the most amount of wrongdoing and need for redemption come Sunday. That lets them enjoy the women who want to sit beside them and tame the bad boys." She shrugged. "Just a Texan's way of courting, so to speak.""Yeah, that's what we're doing—" Winker elbowed the cowhand next to him "—courting. What you gonna do about it, partner?"
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful. Delightful realistic characters By Patsy Rae Dawson author of Marriage: A Taste of Heaven series I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I'm a certified personality trainer. Our personalities are 60% genetic and 40% nurturing. But the nurturing can be so bad that it overpowers the genetic. Dewanna Pace did a great job of keeping Nash and Pet true to character after growing up in a highly dysfunctional home. I loved seeing how both characters showed their flaws and then began to change as their environment changed. This is a love story where emotions and passions are aroused in a healthy way of getting to know each other. It shows great insight into how people are in real life and their potential to change and be their very best self.The little girl Ollie was a humorous delight all the way through the story. I enjoyed seeing her genetic personality coming out in a home where she was truly loved. I highly recommend this book for people who are looking for an inspirational romance that rings true to life with plenty of insights for our own relationships.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful. A Winner For Sure! By L. Broday The Daddy List is truly DeWanna Pace's crowning jewel. She was at her very best in this story. Her wit shines through along with the depth of her gentle heart and is reflected in Daisy's and Bass's tender love story. Their love develops slowly as they find the courage to let go of the past and learn to trust again and the final result is a forever kind of love. So many rich, endearing characters. Daisy's daughter, Ollie, is such a pistol as she searches for a "Daddy." DeWanna perfectly captures the child’s unique way of putting things and I never knew what that little girl was going to do or say next. Then there were Daisy's brothers-in-law who kept me in stitches, especially Max Trumbo. If you're looking for a story that will delight and entertain, this is the book for you. I fully recommend it.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. A Fun Read By camero girl Widow Trumbo is a strong independent women, willing to work hard to provide for herself and her daughter Ollie. Her marriage was far from perfect and so decides to never marry again, but Ollie wants her mom married to the perfect man. Ollie begins a list of the perfect qualities a man would have to have to be a consideration for a Dad. She's a smart little girl, but has learned wild ways from her uncles. The widows hands are full, and she indulges her daughter, but Ollie takes it to far when she holds men at the bank as hostages so she can interview them for her list.Parker is a wealthy man who paid the Widow Trumbo's husband money so he wouldn't have to fight in the war so his little sister wouldn't have to live with strangers, because their parents died. He feels guilty because Trumbo died, and feels he should help the widow and stops to check on her. Their paths cross when Ollie holds the hostages at the bank with real robbers there. It's a cute story from beginning to end with a lot in between. The robbers want to get rid of their witnesses, the town is full of people for the races which adds problems. Parker is shot trying to save the Widow, Ollie, and his sister. The list goes on which makes the book intriguing. There are many twists and unexpected turns to make the story really good. There's also a love story in there that is sweet. I wanted a little more story to find how others ended up, so I gave it four stars, but recommend this book.
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