To my cherished friend, Ellen Anderson Niznik, whose mama and papa, in the long ago, held hands and walked over to the church steps to sit in the sunset . . .
Anna Reardon had done the unforgivable.
And in the center of the bed, between their two pillows, lay a single shaft of sweet clover, plucked from the bouquet that had graced their dinner table, where lingonberry jam now dried on two forgotten plates.
From the streets of 19th-century Boston to he harsh frontier--She wove a web of deception to ensnare her man!
Lovely, fiery tempered Anna Reardon was forced to lie to get out of the street urchin's life that shamed her... to become Karl Lindstrom's mail-order bride in the beautiful, treacherous Minnesota wilderness.
Karl forgave Anna for her deceptions--but there was still one shameful, burning secret that she had to hide from him, knowing its revelation would destroy the love that had become her very life!