Thank you to all who voted on my poll last week. I really appreciate the input. After the votes were cast and some discussion with my sister, I have decided on a series title not only for the upcoming trilogy about orphans, but also for the two series’ after that.
The series’ will be titled:
Hymns of the West (mostly all published): 5 books
Hymns of the West Novellas (mostly all published): 6 books
Orphans of the West Trilogy (coming 2016-2017): 3 books
Soldiers of the West (set in WWI and WWII): Undetermined
Treasures of the West Trilogy (set in 2005-2030ish): 3 books
All of the books in each series will be slightly connected as we follow various families introduced in the Hymns of the West novels and novellas throughout history. I am super excited to start research and planning the books and look forward to sharing more about all of these books as I figure out more.
And since I’m working on editing The Solid Rock right now, I’ll leave you with a short excerpt from the prologue. Enjoy!
Allen Reese. How he despised that name. The man behind the name was even worse. He loathed the man almost as much as he loathed his own brother. Both men were determined, law-abiding, God-loving men. Just the thought of them made him sick.
Ross tapped his foot. What was taking his men so long? Surely it didn’t take four men an hour to kidnap one person. The doorknob rattled. Finally his men were getting somewhere! Ross threw the bolt and swung the door open.
Four men straggled in. Ross looked behind them. “Where’s Allen?”
The leader, a large man with unruly hair and a beard that would have rivaled that of a mountain man, stepped forward. “He wasn’t home. We waited an hour.”
Ross forced himself to be calm. “Where was he?”
“We watched the house from mid-afternoon to the time we broke in. Nobody came or went. He must’ve left in the morning and not come back.”
Ross picked up his hat from the table. “I’ll go to town and ask around. You come with and stay nearby.”
He strode out of the cabin and mounted his still-saddled his horse. On days a mission was happening, he always kept a horse saddled in case his group was compromised and he needed to make a quick getaway.
The ride into town was quick and fueled his anger into strong determination. Cheyenne was little more than a large cow town in 1870, but it was growing. They even had a church already. How one church thought they could be effective in a wild town with at least five saloons and even wilder men, he had no idea.