Sweet Tilly

by Carolyn Brown

Published 1 August 2007
Matilda Jane Anderson drives a brand new 1917 Model T with Sweet Tilly painted on the heavy metal plate covering the radiator. Tilly doesn’t care what people say. Well, until she finds herself put behind bars by a new sheriff determined to confiscate her automobile and her property.

Sheriff Rayford Sloan cleans up boom towns. He drifts in and works at getting rid of moonshiners, putting brothels out of business, generally making a place where men folks can bring their families. He drifts out when his job is done. Tilly Anderson gets under his skin from the beginning. He can’t prove she’s a moonshiner, but his gut feeling keeps telling him she most certainly is. He promises he’ll shadow her every move and he’ll own that moonshiner’s car before he leaves town. That’s if he ever leaves.

Morning Glory

by Carolyn Brown

Published 24 August 2007
Clara Anderson has her routine, and she likes it that way. But oil has brought change to Healdton, Oklahoma, and she doesn’t like it one bit. She might not have the means to stop history in the making, but that doesn’t mean she has to rent rooms in her boarding house to oil well riff-raff. Needless to say, her temper flares when she discovers that while she was out shopping, her help rented a room to Briar Nelson, a roustabout for Rose Oil.

Briar just wants a place to sleep and eat and if the lovely, crazy woman has a problem with that, she can take it up with a lawyer. He signed the contract for three months and paid the rent in advance and nothing is going to make him leave. Besides, he already has two women in his life and doesn’t need another.

Can a woman who was jilted ten years ago fight the past and fall in love with the very kind of man she vowed to have nothing to do with? Changes more personal than the discovery of oil take place in the Morning Glory Inn as Clara and Briar fight the past and fear the future.

Evening Star

by Carolyn Brown

Published 24 December 2007
Addison Carter was hired by Magnolia Oil to work as their company doctor in Healdton, Oklahoma. In 1917, oil companies didn’t hire women to work for them, so that alone was quite a miracle. At least it was until she arrived from eastern Arkansas with an ego the size of Texas and dreams twice as large, only to have them all shredded to pieces in ten minutes when the directors of the oil company informed her they thought she was a male with a name like Addison.

She was sitting on the bench outside the drugstore waiting for her ride to take her back to Ardmore to catch the train back to Arkansas when Tilly Anderson sat down beside her. In less than an hour, Addison found herself at the Evening Star ranch setting Tilly’s cantankerous cousin Tucker Anderson’s broken leg and suturing the gash in his hand. Just as suddenly, she was offered the job of caring for him until he healed. Anything beat going back to Arkansas with her deflated ego and shattered dreams so she took on the job.

Tucker had his ideas about women. They should live to serve and obey the male species and, rather than endure a lifetime with one like either of his cousins, Tilly and Clara, he’d be a bachelor until he reached the pearly gates of Heaven. Then he broke his leg and the two cousins hired a female doctor to take care of him. He figured he’d died and gone straight to hell.