The heroines of my Brides of Bliss County series—Hadleigh Stevens in The Marriage Pact, Melody Nolan in The Marriage Charm and Becca “Bex” Stuart in The Marriage Season—are looking for husbands, not only for themselves, but for each other. Not just any old husband will do! These are smart, strong, successful women, and they’re not going to settle. It’s Mr. Right or nobody.
So they pledge to make the magic happen.
Eventually, both Hadleigh and Melody fall in love with sexy cowboys they’ve known basically all their lives, men from right there in their hometown of Mustang Creek, Wyoming. Bex’s hero might qualify as a newcomer, but he’s definitely planning on putting down roots and raising his two young sons in the country. He loves the life, loves the wide open spaces and the spectacular mountains and the endless arch of the sky.
I’m sure all three of these young and attractive women expected to find love elsewhere, which only complicated matters, since they all love Mustang Creek, too, and wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. Not long-term, anyhow.
So why hadn’t they noticed their Mr. Already Rights?
It’s a curious thing about human nature. We tend to take familiar faces for granted, I think. Sometimes, we think of possible love interests as “just good friends”—just good friends?
Isn’t a solid friendship pretty much the ideal basis for a long-lasting relationship?
Especially when the other person hails from the same neck of the woods and thus shares many of the same memories?
Someone who attended the same schools, the same churches? Someone who lived next door or just down the street or on one of the farms or ranches outside of town? Someone who danced at the same weddings? Mourned at the same funerals?
Well, you can see where I’m going with this. The new, the unique, the exciting—all those qualities are appealing, no denying that. But sometimes, there’s nothing like the familiar.
For Hadleigh, Melody and Bex, there truly is no place like home.
And sometimes love and home come as a package deal.
Love, as we all know, plays by its own rules. It happens when and where it will, and with whomever it decides. It can lie fallow for weeks, months or years and suddenly blossom into something true and lasting.
Love plays hide and seek—and very often, it’s hiding right there in plain sight.