The Bride Wore Blue: A Novel

The Bride Wore Blue: A Novel

by Mona Hodgson


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The Sinclair Sisters of Cripple Creek—Book 3

Headed toward a fresh start but tethered by her past, Vivian longs to break free, to find forgiveness and love.

At last, the sisters are reunited! The youngest Sinclair, the family “baby”, is moving from Maine to Cripple Creek, Colorado and joining Kat, Nell, and Ida. But Vivian is a young woman with a will of her own, and she made some decisions back in Portland that have begun to haunt her. Will she be able to live up to the expectations of her three perfect and now happily settled sisters?

The sisters warmly welcome Vivian to the mountain west, but the wild-and-woolly mining town isn’t ripe with opportunities for a respectable young woman. The youngest Sinclair sister is determined to make her own way, so when she’s offered a job as a hostess in a sporting house, she takes it, thinking the position is appropriate for a tainted, unlovable woman like herself. Although she’s convinced she’ll never be asked to entertain privately, Vivian keeps her employment a secret from her sisters, knowing they’d be mortified—as will Carter Alwyn, the kind and godly sheriff ’s deputy who’s sweet on her.

Vivian is descending into a life of secrets, lying to the very people who love her and could help her heal from her mistakes. Will an outpouring of grace remind her that she is still God’s beloved and that her past can be washed as clean as Rocky Mountain snow?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780307730305
Publisher: The Crown Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/08/2012
Series: Sinclair Sisters of Cripple Creek Series
Pages: 320
Product dimensions: 5.58(w) x 8.02(h) x 0.84(d)

About the Author

Mona Hodgson is the author of Two Brides Too Many, Too Rich for a Bride, and Beyond a Bride. Mona’s writing credits also include nearly thirty children’s books, contributions to eleven books for adults, and hundreds of short stories, articles, and poems and she is an active speaker. She lives in Arizona with her husband, Bob.

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1 June 1897

See that man over there?”

Vivian had no trouble hearing Aunt Alma over the clicketyclack of the train wheels. She poised her pencil over her sketch pad and followed her aunt’s gaze to the man who slouched in the seat two rows ahead of them.

“He’s been chewing and spitting most all the way from Colorado Springs.” Aunt Alma, Vivian’s chaperone, shook her head, causing the penny-colored braid encircling it to rock back and forth. “That’s the kind of man you need to watch out for,” she said. “You’re not in Maine anymore, child.”

The label stung Vivian’s ears. Why did everyone think of her as a child? It didn’t help that she was four or fi ve inches shorter than all three of her sisters. Straightening, she pressed her back against the seat.

“I’m not a child. Aunt Alma, I hardly think one can determine which man to watch out for by what he wears or how he looks.” Nothing in Gregory’s debonair style of dressing indicated he was a cad.

“You can’t be so trusting of men out here in the West. They’re, well…” Blushing, her aunt cupped her mouth with a gloved hand. “They’re quite lonely.”

Vivian tugged the sleeves straight on her percale travel dress. She might be the baby in her family, but she wasn’t a child. She’d lost her mother before she’d lost her fi rst tooth. Her father had left home before she did. So had her sisters, Kat and Nell fi rst and then Ida.

Plus she’d had to leave Sassy in Maine. Her poor cat didn’t understand being left behind any more than Vivian did. And her familiarity with growing up too fast had to remain her secret.

Moving to Cripple Creek hadn’t been her choice. But any plans for a future with Gregory were history, and Father had made it clear as rainwater in his last letter that she wasn’t welcome to join him in France. Even New York’s latest fashions couldn’t measure up to the costume prowess of Paris. There she would have had the opportunity to secure her future as a fashion designer.

But instead Father insisted she reunite with her sisters in Colorado. That would have suited her fi ne before Gregory. At least the move to Cripple Creek ushered her away from Portland, if not her past. She did miss her sisters and wanted to see them, but she couldn’t bear the thought of them seeing her for what she was.

She returned her attention to the opera gown she’d been sketching. Too much fl ouncing at the waist. She pulled a pink eraser from her reticule and brushed away the last lines she’d drawn. If only mistakes in life were that easy to erase.

Vivian drew in a fortifying breath. She had to hope her new home could offer her the fresh start she needed. Nell had written more than once about the wondrous growth taking place in Cripple Creek. While an opera house or two did not a thriving metropolis make, perhaps the move to Colorado wouldn’t be as bleak as she had expected. Surely the town was big enough now to host a clothing designer who would value Vivian’s eastern fashion sense.

“I’m sorry if I upset you.” Her aunt punctuated her whisper with a frown.

Vivian dropped the eraser into her bag. It wasn’t Aunt Alma’s fault her youngest niece wasn’t lovable enough to make anyone want to stay with her. “You needn’t worry about me, Aunt Alma.”

Aunt Alma patted Vivian’s knee. “But you know I do.”

Vivian offered her aunt the best smile she could rally. Would her prim and proper aunt care so much if she knew the truth? But she couldn’t know. Neither could her sisters. Enough had changed for Vivian already, and she couldn’t bear the blame she deserved. Especially if it meant seeing her guilt refl ected back to her in the virtuous eyes of her sisters.

While the train’s steel wheels screeched and howled, slowing it down for what Vivian hoped was its fi nal descent, her mind stalled on thoughts of her sisters. Ida would be so relieved things didn’t work out with Gregory that she probably wouldn’t even mention him. Nell would want to match her up with a suitable beau. When she just wanted to forget.

A sharp clanging noise drew their attention to the glass-paned door at the back of the train car. Vivian twisted in her narrow seat in time to watch two men dash up the aisle toward her, their faces covered by bandannas. Both wore soiled dusters. The shorter man in front clutched a large metal box. The man behind him ran bent but still nearly brushed the hanging lights with his straw hat. He wielded a pistol. “Bandits!” Vivian wanted to turn away from them and slide to the floorboard, but her legs refused to move.

“Remain calm.” The bandit carrying the box sounded as if his mouth harbored marbles. “Everybody mind your own business, and nobody’ll get hurt.”

Vivian intended to do just that, but Aunt Alma’s arms encircled her, knocking her off balance. Her sketch pad and pencil fell to the floorboard. She had no idea her foot lay in the aisle until the first man tripped on it.

He lunged forward, snarling as the box crashed into the seat two rows ahead of her, narrowly missing the shoulder of the kind of man she needed to watch out for. The hem of the bandit’s coat snagged on the arm of the seat, revealing a large belt buckle at his waist. Quickly regaining his composure, he turned and glared at Vivian over the filthy blue bandanna tied across his mouth and nose that did little to mask the pungent scent of licorice-root candy.

Vivian clasped her trembling hands and swallowed hard against the lump forming in her throat. “I’m sorry.”

“You tryin’ to be a hero, are you?” His beady eyes narrowed. “Think you’re smarter than us?”

Before Vivian could manage a response, the conductor charged through the door, carrying a shotgun. “Stop those thieves!”

When men in the back of the car began to stand, the taller bandit waved his gun, and the shorter man jerked open the door at the front of the car. He tossed the metal box into the passing brush, and both men jumped from the train. The conductor stopped just short of leaping off the train himself. Vivian watched out the window as the two bandits tumbled down a hill, then disappeared into the scrub and short trees. The conductor retrieved his shiny black cap from the floor and straightened his vest. His forehead sported a lump the color of a pomegranate.

“The danger has passed, folks, and we’ll arrive at the Cripple Creek station shortly.” He traced the curls on either end of his thin mustache. “Please do all you can to remember what you’ve seen and heard, so the law can bring these criminals to justice.”

Aunt Alma laid a quaking hand on Vivian’s arm. “Now do you understand what I mean about judging by a man’s costume out here?” Vivian nodded. “I’ll do my best to stay away from men who wear dusters and bandannas.” And gaudy belt buckles.

Carter Alwyn pinched the bridge of his nose. Tuesday was his least favorite day of the week. The other women usually created a stir on their designated morning in town. Not that they set out to do much more than shop for baubles and bustles, but the activity never failed to provoke at least one citizen’s self-righteous indignation and drive him—or her—to Carter’s office with his chin in the air. This week’s upstanding representative of the moral community scowled at him from the other side of his desk.

“It’s scandalous.” Mr. Updike stiffened to his full five feet five inches. “And we want to know when you’re going to do something about it, Deputy Alwyn."

Carter leaned forward. If only he had a nickel for every time he had engaged in this same conversation. He had his own reasons for avoiding the other women, besides the obvious moral ones, but as long as they paid their fees and checked in with a doctor regularly, their services were a legal and accepted practice in Cripple Creek—an enterprise welcomed by many influential people here.

Mr. Updike tugged on the lapels of his oversized herringbone suit jacket and glared at Carter. “I’m here as a representative of the business community, and we want change. We insist you outlaw such depravity.”

If the business community really was making such demands, a large segment of the business owners were shooting themselves in the foot. A lot of money flowed between Bennett and Myers Avenues. And Carter knew the banker would be the first to whine about the shortfall created by losing that breed of businesswoman. No doubt the man’s zealous campaign was on his wife’s insistence. It wouldn’t surprise Carter to see Mrs. Updike waiting outside the door with her hands planted on her hips, but he resisted the temptation to stand and look out the window. He opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a file folder, then looked up. “Mr. Updike, you know about the recent rash of bank robberies this side of the divide. I’ve been more concerned with protecting your bank and the money that belongs to the fine people of Cripple Creek than with what our citizens choose to do with their money in the moonlight.”

“Yes, well, I do appreciate that, but—” The whistle on the incoming train blew, and Updike jumped.

It took all the self-control Carter could muster to stifle the laughter camped in his throat. He swallowed hard against it. “Mr. Updike, I suggest you raise your concerns at the next city council meeting.” He opened the folder full of wanted posters.

The banker huffed. “I can see I’m getting nowhere with you.” Carter looked up. “By the very nature of my job, sir, I am a man with a measure of authority to enforce laws, but little say in the creation of those laws.”

Updike spun on his heels. The force of the door slamming behind him rattled the window and Carter’s nerves. The man was a weasel and probably just as nocturnal as the others.

Carter’s energy needed to go into keeping his town safe. He thumbed through the stack of posters. Robert LeRoy Parker, also known as Butch Cassidy. Clean shaven, square jaw. Rounded chin. Harry “Sundance Kid” Longabaugh. Narrow oval face. Dark eyes. And a guy known only as Pickett. Six foot two. Lean and lanky. Carter tipped back in his chair and scrubbed his face, already stubbled by this time of day. Witnesses to the bank robberies over in Divide had described one of the three robbers as lean and lanky.

As soon as Jon, one of two deputies under the authority given to Carter by the El Paso County Sheriff, returned to the office, Carter would ride to Victor for a chat with Gilbert about the bank robbery there yesterday. None of the criminals pictured on these posters would spend any time in his town. He had to make sure of it.

Carter had just closed the folder when the telephone on his desk jangled. He lifted the earpiece from the hook and spoke into the cone.

“Deputy Alwyn speaking.”

“Yes, good afternoon.” As usual, the young woman’s voice sounded too sweet. “Deputy Alwyn, you have a call from Mr. Wilbert Ratcliff.”

“Yes, thank you.” Why would the agent at the Midland Terminal Railroad be calling him?

A click followed, then a sentence that made no sense to Carter, but its fevered pitch burned his ears and set his heart racing. “Mr. Ratcliff, you need to slow down.”

“The train’s in. Bandits got the cash box. Jumped off just north of town.”

Carter leaped from his chair, knocking it against the wall. “Anyone harmed? You need a doctor down there?”

“I sent for one. But except for a nasty lump on the conductor’s head, no one was hurt.”

“Good.” Carter slapped the folder on his desk. “No one else steps foot off the train. I’ll be right there.”

On his way to the depot, Carter saw Jon walk out of the boot shop and waved him over. While they took long strides to the depot at the far end of Bennett Avenue, Carter briefed his fellow deputy on what little he knew from the station agent. Jon went inside the depot to let the agent know they’d arrived while Carter made his way through the crowd gathered on the wooden platform.

“Deputy Alwyn?”

Carter recognized the woman’s voice that rang loud and clear. He turned to see Mrs. Raines—his friend Tucker’s wife—standing in front of him, flanked by her two sisters, one holding a baby.

“Ladies.” He touched the brim of his Stetson and then glanced at the folder in his hands. “I have duties to attend to.”

They fell in step with him as he walked toward the train’s passenger car. “We have family on that train,” Mrs. Raines said. “No one will tell us anything. What has happened? We need to know if they’re all right.” Carter climbed the metal stairs to the deck of the train car. Turning, he faced the impatient throng. “There’s been a robbery.” The murmurs rose to a hum, and he raised his hand for quiet. “No passengers were harmed. We need your full cooperation while we try to gain pertinent information from those on board. We’ll release the passengers and ready the train for its continuance as soon as possible.” He turned and pushed open the heavy steel door.

In contrast to the charged anticipation on the platform, the atmosphere inside the smoky car was solemn. He could have heard a feather drop on the hardwood flooring.

“Folks, I’m the sheriff’s senior deputy stationed here in Cripple Creek, Deputy Carter Alwyn. I need to speak to any of you who saw or heard something that may be useful in capturing the bandits.”

“Sir.” From a window seat several rows back, a matronly woman waved a gloved hand. “My niece here…” She glanced at the young woman sitting beside her. “She tripped one of the outlaws.”

Carter’s jaw tensed. “You did what?” He didn’t care that he’d shouted. This girl who had tried to play the hero couldn’t be a day over sixteen. He’d seen similar circumstances, and being reminded of their outcome soured his stomach. “Young lady, do you have any idea—”

“First of all, Deputy Alwyn…” She squared her shoulders and glared at him, her eyes a fiery brown. “I am not stupid. Nor am I heroic. I didn’t trip the man on purpose, so you can save your lecture. I haven’t the time or the patience for it.”

Perhaps she was older than she looked. Sassy, no matter her age. “Secondly, bandannas covered the two men’s faces, and they wore long coats. None of us saw very much, so this is clearly a waste of time.”

Carter choked down his frustration. “Miss—”


He met her defiant gaze. “Miss Sinclair, I am the professional here, and I’ll be the judge of what very much includes.” He had outlaws to track down. He didn’t have time to bicker with a petulant female. Jon stepped into the train car, and Carter rested a hand on his partner’s shoulder. “Folks, this is Deputy Jon Ondersma. He’ll accompany those of you going on to Victor to hear your statements concerning the matter. The conductor will get the names and contact information from those of you planning to depart the train here.” Carter looked at the young woman sitting in the aisle seat five rows back. “And I’ll speak to any of you who may have critical information. Miss Sinclair, if Cripple Creek is your destination, I’ll begin with you.”

“It is.”

Shifting his attention to the others, Carter walked toward the door.

“Deputy Ondersma and the conductor will direct the rest of you. Please meet me inside the depot, ladies. Directly.”

His mother had taught him to get the most unpleasant tasks out of the way first, and he’d learned his lesson well.

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The Bride Wore Blue: A Novel 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 18 reviews.
Anonymous 4 months ago
Recommend because this is a little different from most stories written about this era.
judyg54 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is book 3 in the Sinclair Sisters of Cripple Creek series and I have two observations right up front: 1) I loved the covers and the titles of each of these books and 2) the more books in the series I read the more I grew to enjoy the Cripple Creek town and the Sinclair sisters. They really grow on you. I was pleasantly surprised to see that book 4 is coming out in this series in October 2012. I will look forward to reading it!This story was about the youngest Sinclair sister, Vivian. She arrives in Cripple Creek and finally all the sisters are in Cripple Creek, Colorado. Vivian is warmly welcomed by her sisters, but Vivian is keeping a secret from her sisters and she can't bring herself to confide in those she loves. She also can't find a job doing what she loves most, designing clothes. She can't seem to find a job doing anything. Her choices are limited and she makes some wrong decisions. She finds herself wrestling with pride, deceit, lies, hiding and sneaking and it all catches up with her in the end. There is one man in town though who never gives up on her and his ability to forgive and show grace to her is the beginning of Vivian's healing.It is not often that when you read a series of books they get better as you go, but in this series I would say the more I read, the more I was pulled into the lives of the people in the town and in the family. There is also a dear Miss Hattie in the story who I have come to love. My one slight critique is that in the town of Cripple Creek news gets around faster than the wind blows, so I am not sure how Vivian was able to keep her one job a secret for as long as she did. Other than that I thoroughly enjoyed myself.There is always a good message or lesson to ponder after reading these stories and I appreciated at the end how you can't judge someone always by their outward appearance or situation in life until you come to know all the facts about that person. I also enjoyed the fact that the author always incorporated into each of her stories historical people that actually existed in the late 1800s. Good job Mona Hodgson! And thanks goes to LibraryThing for sending me this book for my review.Paperback: 320 pages Publisher: WaterBrook Press (May 8, 2012) ISBN-10: 0307730301 ISBN-13: 978-0307730305
kitchenwitch04 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I received this book thru the Early Reviewers Program. The main character and her aunt are traveling to Colorado by train to be with her sisters. The train is robbed, the main character, Vivian, accidentally becomes involved when she trips one of the robbers. This is where the deputy comes in. He is on the train to investigate the robbery, and meets Vivian. They become involved and all is happily ever after. The book was a light and quick read - perfect for a couple of hours on the couch on a rainy day. I liked this book, but it was your basic woman is alone, woman meets man, man is captivated by woman, they fall for each other, they live happily ever after type of scenario. If you like uncomplicated historical romances, than you should enjoy this one. Thank you LibraryThing Early Reviewers Program for allowing me to receive and review this book.
kathleen.morrow on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I just didn't buy the story or the characters. While certainly not the worst "Christian Romance," I've read, it was hardly compelling. Cons: Non-existent chemistry between the main charactersUnder-developed supporting characters (not that the main characters were exactly well-developed to begin with)Weird plot. First of all, I don't believe for an instant that a well-to-do girl would allow a man to take advantage of her before their marriage. This is not something that happened among a certain class of people in this time period. Second, even if it had, I hardly think it would have provoked the ridiculous dithering and high flung emotions that the female protagonist experienced. Pros:The writing isn't terrible. And I don't mean that as a back handed compliment. Some of these books are actually painful to read. This one flows pretty well though and doesn't overdo the adjectives. It could be more preachy. Some authors (coughloriwickcough) actually have entire sermons preached in their books. This didn't go there. Thank goodness. There is some tension in the plot - I didn't think it was particularly believable, but at least it was there.
kaykwilts on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I read the first two books in this series. The first book was pretty good but the sequels went downhill from there. The second book was boring but I had high hopes for this one but I was disappointed. The romance was not well developed and I did not care for the storyline. It did not seem plausible to me that the heroine was unable to find any kind of work in the booming town. It did not seem plausible that the only employment that she could find was in a brothel. There is a fourth book coming out in 2013 but I am not sure that I am going to read it if it is going to be as dull as the last two.
rphalliburton on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the third book in the series "The Sinclair Sisters of Cripple Creek" Three sisters are married and live in Cripple Creek. The fourth sister is on a train on her way ther when robbers rob the train. She accidentally trips one of them so they know what she looks like..She can't find a job. The Deputy likes her. Her sisters don't believe her.This is a story of redemption and second chances. The outcome is predictable but it doesn't hurt us to hear it again and again. The author had good description and I found the book interesting.
Erolene on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Bride Wore Blue is a story about Vivian, the youngest Sinclair sister and the last of her family to travel to Cripple Creek. When the train that Vivian and her aunt are traveling on is the site of a robbery, Vivian finds herself flung into the middle of an investigation. I've read quite a few books from various authors in this genre, and The Bride Wore Blue is fairly standard without many plot twists. Mona Hodgson's writing is pleasant, and actually quite funny in places. However, Vivian's "secret" (From the rest of the characters, anyway) seems a little overblown. She dwells on it a LOT, so much so that it got to be rather annoying. If you like Christian historical romances, though, it's a nice enough read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it
RtBBlog More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Angie Book provided by a GoodReads contest win Review originally posted at Romancing the Book The Bride Wore Blue is an inspirational story of an 18 year old girl named Vivian who’s made some mistakes and is desperate for a new start. Unwanted by her father in Paris, Vivian sets off for Cripple Creek, Colorado with her Aunt to reunite with her sisters. First and foremost, I NEED to get my hands on the first two books in this series. I didn’t check when I asked to read this book so I’m unfamiliar with the family. While you could read this on it’s own, I think it’s probably best to read the whole series. This is such a heartwarming novel about forgiveness – forgiving yourself, having others forgive you, and accepting God’s forgiveness. It’s also about love {sisterly love, friendly love, and God’s unconditional and ever abiding love} and acceptance. The messages are unmistakable; told in a gentle way. Vivian is stronger than she thinks and is probably my favorite of the sisters; yes, I know, I’ve only read this one, but you somewhat get to know the personalities of the other sisters and I have to say that I identify with her wholeheartedly. Even the secondary characters come alive and worm their way into your hearts. You don’t learn everything about Carter’s past, but enough to know the demons he’s fighting. I love how understated the love between all couples was, but you knew just how very, very much everyone genuinely loved each other. I highly recommend this series to anyone!
SmartieSEE More than 1 year ago
The last entry in "The Sinclair Sisters of Cripple Creek" is a good book! Author Mona Hodgson brings home baby sister Vivian. Her other siblings have settled in Cripple Creek, Colorado, and are glad for her to be joining them. Vivian has her own interests in mine. She wants to be a fashion designer, but through her adventures she lands a job as a hostess at a house of ill repute. Not wanting her sisters to know, she hides this bit of information. The love interest of the story is Sheriff Carter Alwyn, whom Vivian provides a sketch of the train robbing bandits to. What happens? Read to find out! The author does a great job, bringing historical details to life and creating characters that are relatable. Forgiveness is a main theme in this book. If you like historical romance, this book is for you!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
ChatWithVera More than 1 year ago
Book 3 in the Sinclair Sisters of Cripple Creek series opens with Vivian, the youngest of the Sinclair sisters and the only one not yet married, traveling with her aunt to Cripple Creek where her sisters await. This is a very enjoyable read of the American West in 1867. Cripple Creek is a small western town with limited prospects for employment and yet Vivian wants to be able to stand on her own two feet and begin working as a designer of ladies clothing. But prospects are dim. Vivian has secrets in her young life that no one is aware of - least of all her sisters. She has tried to put them behind her and live her life according to God's leading, but she continually finds herself being deceptive and not choosing wisely. She does not seek the assistance and counsel of those who love her. So she makes mistakes. Big mistakes. This is a story of the American West and the book brings good christian fiction, sweet romance, wild west outlaws, soiled doves, and a train robbery all lending color and adventure. But you won't find inappropriate scenes or language to spoil it for you. Being a Western style story, we have a hero, too - Deputy Carter Alwyn. So watch out for tender sparks between Vivian and the Deputy Carter. Character development is good and each personality shows through. You will fall in love with Hattie. (I'll not tell who she is so you can read the book and find out!) And the sub-sub-plot of Nell and her husband desiring a child and being unable to have one resolves itself in a beautiful way. (Again, I'm not going to give this sweet morsel away!) But this is a story of forgiveness. God's grace and forgiveness and that of those we love. No matter how big or terrible our mistakes, God is gracious and God is forgiving. You will find an inspirational read in The Bride Wore Blue by Mona Hodgson that will be an encouragement to you if you need forgiveness and a source of helping others whom you know who need to realize the forgiveness of God and that of friends and loved ones. You will also find family loyalty and acceptance toward Vivian even after her mistakes and secrets are discovered. The Bride Wore Blue can easily be read as a stand alone book although it would be fun to read the entire series in the order in which they were written. I look forward to reading Mona Hodgson's new release in October 2012 of Twice a Bride. DISCLOSURE: I was provided a copy of The Bride Wore Blue by Blogging for Books on behalf of Waterbrook Press and the author in exchange for my honest review. Opinions expressed are solely my own and I was under no obligation to render a positive review.
JamieLittle More than 1 year ago
While I was reading this book I had the opportunity to travel to Cripple Creek, Co, so I was easily able to immerse myself in the story. Unfortunately, it seems they have turned the historical streets of Cripple Creek into the gambling mecca of Colorado, but that's another story for another time. I really enjoyed getting to know the Sinclair sisters through Mona's writing and look forward to reading some of the other books in the series to learn more about them. The writing in this book stays true to the time frame, yet easy to read and easy for the reader to imagine themselves in Cripple Creek circa 1896 or so. The characters are relatable and the story is interesting and fun to read. As most books in this genre are, the love story was a bit predictable but I still enjoyed reading it and would recommend it for lovers of historical fiction. Disclaimer: A complimentary copy of this book was provided for review. All thoughts are my own and I was not required to post a positive review.
ReadersFavorite More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Alice D. for Readers Favorite "The Bride Wore Blue" is the third story in the 'Sinclair Sisters of Cripple Creek series'. The youngest Sinclair, Vivian, comes West from Portland, Oregon, to Cripple Creek, Colorado, to join her happily married older sisters, Kate, Nell and Ida. Vivian stays with her aunt Alma at Miss Hattie's Boarding House in Cripple Creek but then it is time for aunt Alma to return to the East. Vivian knows she cannot impose financially on her sisters and sets about finding herself a local job. She fails terribly at the local telephone switchboard center and she is allergic to paper at the local newspaper, so what is a girl to do? Local Sheriff's Deputy, unmarried Carter Alwyn, thinks Vivian is a pretty lady, for certain, but he has his hands full catching three men who are bent on local robberies. Arriving at Cripple Creek, Vivian and aunt Alma are on the very train those robbers attack and Vivian is certain that one of them has a licorce-smelling mouth? "The Bride Wore Blue" is Book Three of a delightful romantic series that takes place in the old western part of the United States. Vivian, her sisters Kate, Ida, and Nell and their husbands, Deputy Alwyn, and all the other characters are authentic and totally believable, accurately portraying the mores of those long ago times. The plot goes along evenly as Vivian Sinclair tries everywhere in Cripple Creek to obtain work and finally settles for a position in the kind of place that nice folks don't write home about. Good writing, good plot and nice romance, who could ask for more? Readers of romance everywhere will love "The Bride Wore Blue".
mustlovetoread More than 1 year ago
The Bride Wore Blue By Mona Hodgson I will keep this book to read over and over! The Bride Wore Blue is a book about guilt, forgiveness, and trust. This is book 3 in the Sinclair Sisters of Cripple Creek series. You do not need to read the first 2 books to read this one, but once you finish this book, you’ll want to go back and read the others to read about the other sisters. In this book, the other sisters have returned to Cripple Creek and are married. Now the baby of the family has come home. Vivian Sinclair has a past she is hiding from. She doesn’t want anyone to know what she has endured. No one can possibly love her for the things she has done. One lie leads to another and pretty soon, no one knows the real Vivian. Carter Alwyn is the sheriff’s deputy of Cripple Creek. Can he convince Vivian to trust him with her secrets? Will Vivian’s past release its hold on her so she can have a future basking in God’s love and Carter’s arms? Can Vivian learn to forgive herself? This book is for anyone who enjoys a great Christian western with romance, humor, and characters who learn from their mistakes and embrace God’s grace and mercy in their lives. The sisters and the inhabitants of the town become people you care about. Once you read this book, you will want to read others by Mona Hodgson!
MaureenST More than 1 year ago
Another wonderful visit with the Sinclair sisters and a return to Cripple Creek CO. We begin our journey with the youngest sister Vivian and Aunt Alma on the train, soon to arrive at Cripple Creek....and then the adventure and life changing adventure begins. The train is being robbed, and Vivian accidentally trips one of the bandits. She is hoping to obtain a job as a fashion designer, and puts her talent to work in describing these hooligans. She meets the Deputy, who takes her statement, and her heart...Carter Alywn. Be ready for a lot of action, and warm family reunions. You will feel so sorry for Vivian as she tries to find employment. She does make so very bad decisions, but who doesn't at such a young age? Am so thankful that Mona Hodgson is giving us another installment, and wonderful visit to come with this great family, and I include Aunt Hattie in this family. Throughout this book there is a reliance on God....and we find out that nothing is to big for him to Forgive. I received this book from the Publisher Waterbrook Press though their blogging for books program, and was not required to give a positive review.
Its_Time_Mamaw More than 1 year ago
Vivian Sinclair is the youngest of the Sinclair sisters to arrive in Cripple Creek. Being the youngest she feels as if she will never be able to compete or compare with her older sisters and their accomplishments. When she first arrives she meets the local deputy sheriff, Carter Alwyn and they do not seem to see eye to eye on anything. When they finally come to a meeting of the minds Vivian tries to discourage his advances. She feels she is not worthy be in a relationship with any man, because she is so haunted by her past. The local businesses are just getting back on their feet after the last fire that swept through Cripple Creek. Which left her with no luck finding employment. Her dream was to be a fashion designer. But in Cripple Creek there was not much use for high fashion. She is offered a job as hostess at a local bordello. She justifies taking the job because she would only be a hostess and not a working girl. She takes the job trying to keep it a secret from everyone which has put her in extreme danger. Growing from school girl to adulthood is a hard transition and back then women were not wanted in many of the workplaces. I enjoyed this series very much and look forward to reading book four TWICE A BRIDE. I highly recommend this book. Disclosure I received a free copy of this book from WaterBrook Press/Blogging for Books for review. I was in no way compensated for this review. It is my own opinion.
Lindz2012 More than 1 year ago
This book was something that keep interest to the end. Vivian and her Aunt Alma start out on the train to Cripple Creek. Vivian Aunt is only staying for a week or two before she head back to Maine. Vivian has her only ideas and what she wants to do. Carter is a lawman who seem determined to keep Cripple Creek safe. He been dealing with bank robberies. He here that the train was robbed of the cash book by two men. When the train travels in to Cripple Creek. Carter see a young woman and she the one who tripped the short man. It really a strange that Carter and Vivian would see each other often somewhere in town. Vivian and Carter do not that they will help each other and find love that the same time. They both start with their own struggles. They were needing find Grace and Forgiveness though God and there mistakes. Do they overcome their fears and struggles and mistakes? Read it to find out.