title: Mail-Order Brides of the West: Heather (The McCutcheon Family) (Volume 4)
author:  Caroline Fyffe 
description: <span>People often ask what inspires me. What gets my thought process humming so I can write? The answer is everywhere I go and everything I see. Every conversation seems to have me thinking, <i>that needs to go into a book</i>. I spent my childhood reading such greats as Jack London, Zane Grey, Emily Bront, to name just a few. I always had a novel in my hands. Then, in high school, I discovered Rosemary Rogers and was hooked on romance, particularly western romances. Regular trips to the bookstore netted me wonderful authors such as Lavyrle Spencer, Catherine Anderson, Jodi Thomas, and Dorothy Garlock. Just thinking about all those wonderful books has me giddy. </span><br /> <span><br /> After I married, and before I discovered I had a multitude of western historical romances bubbling inside me just waiting to pop out, I became a professional equine photographer--a career that lasted twenty years. Growing up with horses, and in the West, I found it a natural progression. If any of you have ever been to a horse show, you'll understand when I say that the photographer has a pretty lonely job. Most hours are spent alone in the arena, snapping horses and equestrians as they are put through their paces. During that time, I fleshed out plots in my head, plus developed the charming yet sexy characters of the McCutcheon family and dyed-in-the-wool loner Chase Logan. </span><br /> <span><br /> I'm an easy target for a sweet romance, filled with sexual tension, lively banter, and men and women who will surprise as well as inspire and touch your heart. Writing is a joy when each moment takes me to another place, another time. One filled with wonder, beauty, joy, romance and love!</span><span></span>
zlib_text: HEATHER’S HEALING
  MAIL ORDER BRIDE HOLIDAY ROMANCE
  SERIES
  
  “W
  PROLOGUE
  W H O  D O E S N ’ T  L I K E  C H R I S T M A S ?
  February 3 rd, 1851
  hat all does a girl pack to travel all the way across the
  country to get married?” Heather Foster muttered under
  her breath as she stood staring into her half-full valise. She didn’t
  have an extensive wardrobe to start, but even her few dresses
  wouldn’t all begin to fit in the small travel bag. And then there were
  shoes. And a few hats … and Christmas things. Oh dear.
  She glanced over at the pile of family heirlooms that her sisters and
  parents had gifted her with over the years, starting with a tiny
  wooden dolly that her father had carved with her name and birthdate
  when she was a mere infant, to a big cozy Christmas quilt, which her
  mother had spent many months making, ever since Heather and
  Arnold had begun to write to each other. It was quickly becoming a
  new Foster family tradition for Mama to create a marriage quilt,
  though in Jasmine, her 