Stormy Weather for the Mail Order Bride — Doreen Milstead

Stormy Harrison's life on the gentle eastern seaboard of 1875 had been shaped by a persistent drizzle of routine. The weather was kind, the people even more so, and no event—social or atmospheric—ever amounted to much more than a flutter of news in the daily paper.Stormy, named for a tempest that never arrived, grew up keenly aware of her own contradiction: Her spirit, as unruly as the oceans she could see only in etchings, was completely at odds with her placid surroundings.By the time she reached twenty, she had cycled through every occupation respectable for a woman of her time. She was a nanny twice over, only to find the children more interested in teaching her how to climb trees than the other way around.She needed a way out.