Untamed by Joann Ross

Author:Joann Ross
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9780373257058
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 1996-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Vicki Harper had obviously never heard the axiom that brevity was the soul of wit. Over countless cups of orange spiced tea, she related the tale of her teenage romance with the town's so-called bad boy, who'd eventually grown up, settled down and become, of all things, a minister.

Vicki had graduated from cosmetology school, married the Reverend Jimmy Harper and had taken a part-time job doing hair at the Shear Pleasures beauty salon.

She stressed that her husband was a loving, caring man. Their marriage was perfect. Their life was perfect.

"It sounds as if you're a very lucky woman," Tara said, refilling their cups for the umpteenth time.

"I am. Which is why I feel so guilty about complaining. I keep thinking that God will punish me for wanting more when I already have so much."

"I'm sure it doesn't work that way," Tara said gently.

"That's what Jimmy says." Vicki sighed and dumped another spoon of sugar into her already sweetened tea. "But how does anyone know, really?"

When Vicki's blue eyes misted with unshed tears, Tara put her hand over the woman's trembling one. "You want children." It was an educated guess.

"So much." Vicki hitched in a breath. "I had my first ovary removed because of cysts when I was a senior in high school. The doctor wants to take the other, but I can't let him. Not until I try Brigid's remedy. I know three friends who swear they were only able to have children after they received the magic herbs from her."

"Does your husband know you're asking me for help?"

"Of course." She took the tissue Tara handed her and began drying her wet face. "Jimmy and I have never kept secrets from each other."

"And he doesn't mind?" Although several of Whiskey River's citizens seemed not only tolerant but eager to have a witch living among them, Tara couldn't imagine a minister being pleased about his wife seeking magical means to conceive a child.

"He's Unitarian," Vicki said, as if that explained everything. "They're very open-minded."

Apparently so. Even as Tara reminded herself that she did not want to get involved, she viewed the pain in the woman's glistening blue eyes and made her decision.

"Wait here," she said. "I'll see what I can find."

The joy on Vicki Harper's face could have lit up all of Whiskey River for a month.

Tara went into Brigid's greenhouse and found some dried dragonwort and acorns that she wrapped up in a cream linen square, and tied it with a green ribbon, which symbolized fertility. Then she went into the study, opened an antique hand-carved box that her grandmother had discovered at a crossroads fair in the west counties of Ireland, and took out a small jade stone and a green votive candle.

"Keep this beneath your pillow," she said, handing Vicki the small linen package. "And keep this stone with you at all times."

"Oh!" Vicki's eyes widened as Tara put it into her palm. "It's so warm."

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" The stone, like so many things in the house, radiated with Brigid's life force.

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