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The Walker Girl

By: Christy Lynn
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: ©2018 by Blushing Books® and Christy Lynn
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Sage is about to unknowingly marry an experienced Dominant.  

She has no knowledge of love, marriage, or motherhood. At just twenty-five, her future as an old maid is set. That is, until she learns an arrangement has been made for her hand in marriage. 

In every bargain, there is an exchange: Sage will have a husband, but in return must provide her new family with grandchildren. Innocent in the ways of intimacy, she will have to set her insecurities aside to learn how to please her husband.  Can she be the submissive wife he has been searching for?  

Publisher's Note: This steamy historical love story includes elements of power exchange.   

Chapter 1 

It is commonly known that one should never tell secrets in a cornfield… there are too many ears.  

*** 

There was nothing particular about that day to set it apart from any other day: the same chores to do, the same faces to see, the same conversations to be had. Even the heat was typical for late August, with humidity so dense it could drown a person if they took a deep enough breath. Just an ordinary day in the Appalachian Mountains, carrying nothing within its hours to suggest it would change a life forever. 

Sage Walker stepped onto the front porch with broom in hand, looking for any reason to get out of the cabin, which having small windows and little ventilation, had heated like a cast iron skillet on a wood burning stove. Even though it wasnt much cooler outside, at least it lacked the claustrophobic feel of confinement that comes with being indoors 

A thick, blue haze settled oppressively over the mountainside, muting the seasonal oranges, browns, and yellows that are common so close to harvest. As she looked out across the valley, she couldnt help but wonder what life wouldve been like had she married. What would the view have been like from her own front porch?  

Absently, she folded her arms and took a moment of respite to consider that particular question. A ready list of eligible bachelors sprang to mind, accompanied by a mental note of their properties. This wasnt the first time Sage pondered this subject.  

Had she been proposed to by Norman Pickett, for example, her grand views would have been greatly hampered by a forest of lumbering pines and hickory trees. He settled his acres in a dark valley filled with timber that would bring good money to an ax man. She curled an auburn strand of hair around her forefinger, wondering what it wouldve been like having a lumberjack for a husband.  

Then there was Josiah Buckner. Now he would have given her something pretty to look at from their front porch, though it may not have necessarily been the landscape. He was a dandy of a man, though a bit too decorative to suit her tastes.  

Among those considered too handsome, John Bicker was always a forerunner, and a particular feeling of nostalgia brought a smile to her face thinking of him. They had been acquainted ever since she was a young girl, but she quickly pushed his image from her mind, not even daring to fantasize about such a man. Disappointment was something Sage had become accustomed to, but inflicting it upon herself was an entirely different matter. With a heavy sigh, she dismissed the moment of reverie, acknowledging the fact that it did no good to dream of things she would never have.  

Each day Sage looked forward to nightfall when she could close her eyes and escape to another lifea life where she could belong to any man she chose. He could use his belt to secure her to the post of some bed in a boarding house, tear her clothes off, so hot in his need for her that he would curse the corset with its maddening laces, the time it took to untie them heightening their encounter.  

Shocked at herself for having slipped into such a scandalous fantasyduring the middle of the day, no less—she cleared her throat and dabbed hastily at her inflamed cheeks with the small kerchief she kept tucked in her apron pocket. It was best to allow images of a mans hand on her body to conjure themselves only in the safe confines of her bedroom, once it was darkened by the shades of night. She was far too conspicuous in the sunlight, having a face too easily read. 

She closed her eyes and let her head roll slowly from shoulder to shoulder in an attempt to relieve the tension, which was threatening to birth a headache. It didnt help. The bones popped and cracked, and tiny, sharp pains competed against one another for recognition as they raced up and down the slender curve of her neck.  

Frowning, she snatched the broom from where it was leaning against the railing, and started clearing spider webs from the rafters of the porch roof. A loud racket suddenly distracted her from her mission of devastation to the arachnid population, and she let the heavy broom drop to the floor boards to investigate the commotion.  

Her two younger brothers were down in the pasture, trying to catch the new yearling Pa had bought from a horse auction in Ivydale. It was a gangly animal, severely underweight, but mustering a surprising amount of energy as it gave the twin boys quite a chase. She couldnt take her eyes from it; the wild determination to escape captivity was an uncomfortable feeling that was all too familiar.  

Its thin sides heaved, every rib accounted for in its starved state, and its flanks were foamy with sweat. It stood with its head low, large, dark eyes staring, unblinking at the boys. Lather dripped from its dry mouth, making Sage swallow hard, her own mouth feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. She could feel it, the inevitable outcome, just as the horse could, but being every bit as stubborn as the young colt, she refused to accept it 

Again, the boys took position on either side of the paddock, squaring off for another showdown. Sage could see the glistening sweat, slick on their tanned backs, their shirts slung haphazardly on the fence, too wet with hot sweat to wear.  

Their shoulders were an angry red from the late summer sun, and she winced thinking how tender their skin would be, come evening. Always the healer, her mind automatically scanned its inventory of remedies, and produced a recipe of marigold and St. Johns Wort taught to her by old Missus Coyle, the widow from Foggy Flat. Hopefully, there was still enough of the St. Johns Wort in the pantry to do their burns some good. 

Suddenly, one of the boys tossed the lasso, and by pure luck, the loop dropped neatly around the horses long, brown neck. Anxiously, she waited to see what the creature would do in retaliation. But it was spent. It simply stood there, head hung, and brown eyes glazed with defeat.  

The boys whooped and hollered as the rope was yanked tight, securing its prize. Triumphantly, one of the twins tossed his end of the dirty, frazzled binding to the ground and walked away, in need of a break. 

Just like the colt, Sage felt the noose tighten around her, trapping her in this life of loneliness and solitude. Her eyes stayed fixed on the boys as they leaned against the fence, chests heaving while they spat curses she was glad she could not hear.  

Grudgingly, she pulled herself from the moment, wiping beads of perspiration off her forehead which werent altogether owed to the humidity. She exhaled deeply through her delicate nose, and released the soft cotton fabric of her skirt that was clenched in her shaking fists.  

What a horrible feelingcaptivity.  

She glanced through the open door of the cabin, hazel-green eyes narrowed with disdain. A deep frown pulled at the corners of her mouth. Had she been born to any other family, she may have known love, marriage, and motherhood. But one cannot choose to whom they are born, and so she had no choice but to accept her fate, and she did her best to accept it without animosity. 

She kept a watchful eye on the twins as she resumed swinging the thick, straw head of the broom along the wide beams. There was a particular tenseness between them as they struck up a conversation. It was noticeable, even from where she stood, and it wasnt hard to guess what they were talking about.  

The only topic of concern among the young men these days was the possibility of war. The North was meddling in the business of the South, and Southerners werent going to stand for it. President Lincoln was going to change the face of the nation, but not everyone would benefit from the overhaul. She shook her head, unable to grasp the desire to fight that seemed to be instilled in men from birth. Why must there always be war?  

Not at all interested in eavesdropping on this particular subject, she let her mind wander. Again, she wiped her face with her apron, and fanned her skirts above her knees in an attempt to dry the sweat slicking her inner thighs. She made a mental note to mix an extra-large batch of arnica and red clover salve to alleviate the painful chaffing that would surely plague every woman in the holler through this hot spell.  

Her knowledge of healing herbs was most revered, and helped at times to bring in some money, or goods, by way of bartering. She was often sought out instead of a doctor, since her remedies actually worked when a doctors would not. 

Sage suddenly noticed someone coming along the path from the cornfield. She could just see the top of a blondish head of hair glowing in the sunlight above the withered, dry stalks. It was her sister, Iris. Something in her pace made Sage pause from her task and lean against the railing to watch her.  

Iris was marching, hurried strides that jarred her entire body. Wet rings in her armpits and down the bodice of her dress suggested she had been keeping the brisk pace for some time. Her mouth was pressed tightly closed in a thin line of determination, and her brow was crinkled with worry as she kept glancing over her shoulder, as if confirming no one was following her 

Sage was concerned for Iris. Her younger sister was soon to be eighteen years old, primed for marriage, but had not yet attracted a suitor. Now, with the rumors of war, what would become of her if all the able-bodied young men went off to fight? Unfortunately, Sage knew all too well what life would be like for Iris if she failed to marry, as she had done. 

Their father, Darius Walker, was the most cold-hearted person Sage had ever known. The fact that he was her father was irrelevant, as he treated her with the same indifference he would treat a stranger by the roadside.  

Sage was the eldest of three daughters and two sons, and upon her arrival, her pa was thoroughly convinced she would be a boy. He was a proud man, so of course his first child would be a healthy son. When she proved to be otherwise, he was so upset with his wife for having birthed a girl, he walked out of the house and did not darken the door again for nearly five months! 

Sages mother, June, fell into a deep depression. Abandoned by her husband with her first baby to feed was too much of a burden to bear. When the snows came, she was frantic with worry her newborn daughter would starve through the winter.  

In the rugged mountains of Appalachia, a woman is too often obliged to use whatever resources she has in order to keep her family alive, and June had special talents at her disposal. June Young-Walker was born into a line of mountain witchesancient, natural magic. Her bloodline boasted such powerful ancestors as Alse Young, the first person to hang in the American Colonies for witchcraft.  

So, she waited until the time was right, during the waning moon of the winter solstice, lit the candles, and said the necessary words. Before the sun rose the following morning, Darius Walker came home.  

He begged her to forgive him, and to allow him to come back. It pained June to interfere with the natural order of things, especially where her own husband was concerned, but he had given her no choice. A mother will do anything for her child. 

The babies kept coming, and they kept coming out as girls. Eventually, Darius assumed the role of father, however, he wasnt completely content with his growing family until the boys were born. Once he had his twin sons, all was right in the world. But it was too late for Sage, the mold was set. The gap between Sage and her father was so wide, it would never be bridged.  

As she grew, Sage wanted nothing more than to have friends, and be invited to gatherings, sewing circles, and holiday parties, as any normal teenage girl. But the holler folk all knew she was a witchs child, and it struck a deep fear among them. She may as well have been born with two heads. 

She had not inherited her mothers abilities, or those of her ancestors. Through no fault of her own, her reputation was ruined. Of course, it didnt help that she was knowledgeable of herbs and medicines. In fact, it seemed to confirm to the church that she had dealings with the Devil.  

This didnt hinder anyone from appearing at the Walker homestead to plead for a concoction to save a sick child, or beg for a charm that would make a man fall in love with a woman he didnt even know existed. 

When Sage became of age to marry, there were no suitors at the door. Regardless of her beauty, there wasnt a man within fifty miles that wasnt superstitious of the Walker girl. So, as her prime courting years passed agonizingly slowly, she prepared herself for a life of servitude, of being a burden to her parents. 

*** 

Sage watched Iris march right up the porch steps, and without breaking stride, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the house. Iris quickly glanced around the room to be sure they were alone.  

What is it? Has the war begun? Sage could barely breathe, constricted by the dramatic air surrounding her sister. 

Iriss bluish green eyes were wide and serious, as she grasped both of Sages hands and pulled her down onto the bench that sat next to the rough-cut dining table. I was passin the cornfield in the bottom when I heard someone talkin. It was Ma and Pa. They sounded like they was arguin, so I paused to listen. She fiddled with her hands in her lap, unable to keep still.  

Sage scowled, giving her a chastising glare. Iris Walker, you know youre not to be eavesdroppin. 

 I know, but they was arguin about you, Iris blurted. It appears Tess Bicker, from yonder Bicker Woods, came to see Mama. Shes tired of not having no grandbabies and she made an arrangement for you to marry her eldest son, John!  

For a moment, Sage simply stared at the table top, as if she hadnt heard a word Iris said. Her brows were arched with surprise, her features seemingly frozen.  

Did you not hear me? Sage, youre to be married!  She grabbed Sages hands, nearly bouncing off the rickety bench with joy.  

Sage shook her head in disbelief. She was an old maid; marriage wasnt possible for a woman like her. John Bicker? Youre speaking of Tess Bickers eldest? Are you certain you heard them correctly? Maybe they was meaning to make a match for Rosie, you reckon?  

Rosie Walker was the second eldest of the three Walker daughters, and most considered her the prettiest young lady in that part of the back country. She was determined to join the society of town, as she was convinced she wasnt put on this earth to be the wife of a mountaineer. She had two men already begging the favor of her hand, but she was a vain woman, who was certain something better was in her future.  

Blast this heat! Iris pinched the fabric near the neckline of her dress and fanned it away from her bosom, attempting to cool herself. No, Sage, they was talkin of a match for you. Im most sure of it. John Bicker aint the type of feller who wants a gal like Rosie, you know, so intent upon herself. Hes thirty years old. Youre twenty and five, and Tess thinks youd suit her son well. 

Sage leaned against her elbow on the table, nervously chewing on her thumbnail. Could this be true? Could she finally escape life under her fathers roof, and with the one man she would never dare add to her list of what ifs?  

No, this was obviously a misunderstanding. Men simply did not want a wife her age: the younger the wife, the more years to bear living children.  

If Mama made an arrangement for me, what need had they to argue? You know as well as I do, Pa would be happy to be rid of me. She went to the pail of water sitting near the dormant wood burning stove, and poured them both a drink. 

Iris rolled her eyes. They both knew how Pa wasanxious to be rid of his daughters, as they were nothing but mouths to feed. Well, Mama, she dont know much about John, since he grew up out East, and she aint gonna send her first born off to a bad marriage. 

The Bicker family was a recluse clan that lived deep in Bicker Woods, a five thousand acre spread passed down through generations that had been given to the first Bicker that settled the area through a government land grant. Tess Bicker, the matriarch of the family, was also suspected of practicing witchcraft, but wasnt openly shunned by the Christian folk because land is power and wealth. Tess had plenty of land, being Jackson Bickers widow.  

Not that my opinion means anything, but I think youd make a good wife for him. He wouldnt pay no mind of the gossip, nor think much of how Mama I mean, considering his ma is the same and all. Iris bit her lip to keep her mouth shut before she dashed her sisters hopes.  

I know what youre saying, and its true enough. If this is all real, then Ill be grateful just to have a man of my own. But even as she said the words, she knew he would not truly be hers. This marriage would be an arrangement between two old women who wanted the feel of grandbabies in their arms, not a union of two hearts in love.  

*** 

The sun had set, and supper was over by the time Darius appeared in the yard after a long day of work. He plopped down heavily on a bench, wiping the dirt from his hands onto his dirtier trousers, and began eating in earnest from the dinner plate June brought out on the porch for him to enjoy in the cool of the evening. 

All five of the Walker offspring were lounging on the porch, as well, sharing the gossip theyd heard from passersby throughout the day. The boys were the loudest, talking in fervent tones of their ability to whup a Yankee blindfolded with one arm behind their backs! The girls tried their best to ignore them, as they worked on the pile of mending that needed attention.  

Pa cleaned his plate of groundhog and roasted potatoes, belching loudly, ignoring the fact that he was in the company of women. He suddenly stood and stuffed his hands in his pockets in preparation to make an announcement. It wasnt often that he addressed his family as a whole, and all the chatter ceased immediately when he cleared his throat.  

 Got some good news. Your ma was visited by Tess Bicker, on behalf of her son, John. It appears hes of a mind to court Sage. His face broke into a rare smile that crinkled the corner of his brown eyes. He scratched at his scalp, and hooked his thumbs in his suspenders, looking pleased. 

Sage put her hand on her chest, and made a good show of looking surprised. She promised Iris to keep their conversation a secret, and therefore had to appear clueless of the news. Suddenly, Darius walked up to her and placed a brief, awkward peck of a kiss on her forehead before retiring inside the house. Unexpected tears overflowed the brim of her eyelids. She blinked hard, trying to suppress the show of emotion, but there was no hiding it.  

As soon as Pa disappeared from sight, her sisters jumped up to surround her and congratulate her. Her young brothers tried to act like grown men, they were fourteen and far too mature for such silliness as gushing over their sister just because she had herself a suitor. Instead, they gave her brief hugs, and made comments about killing the man if he ever made her cry.  

Rosie kissed Sages cheek, carrying a certain air that suggested she was far more knowledgeable of courting than her older sister. Without being asked, she instantly assumed the role of mentor, and began a continuous babble about all the things Sage would need to do to better herself in order to capture John Bickers heart.  

However, the jealous tone in Rosies voice could not be mistaken, and Sage was a bit concerned over Rosies sudden interest in her personal life. It was Rosemarys nature to be competitive when it came to men, but Sage managed to shrug off any suspicions she had regarding her sisters motives, and welcomed her advice in hopes it was offered with sincerity. 

In the middle of advising Sage how to wear her hair, and how she must curl it with a hot iron, Rosie suddenly turned to their mother, her delicate lips curving into a mischievous smile 

Mama, when might we expect to see this John Bicker? Im dying to meet a man that dont mind courtin a spinster such as Sage. 

Everyone turned to look at her in stunned silence. Had she really meant to insult their sister with such cruel words? She feigned innocence, as if she meant no ill will, however, the smug grin lingering around the corners of her mouth could not be so easily hidden. So, she swiftly returned to her seat near the pile of stockings and shirts, and pretended to look for the next hole to sew. 

Sage frowned, her moist eyes dropping to her lap. She knew what Rosemary meant and felt helpless to defend herself because it was all too true. It was exactly what all the women in the holler were going to say when the news spread. She shivered at the thought of the gossip. 

June took advantage of the silence to smooth the awkward tension that had so abruptly stifled the kinship among her grown children. You act like you aint never seen John Bicker before. He aint no different, just cause hes comin a courting. And you aint got no business being curious over your sisters fella. She gave a pointed glare in Rosies direction.  

June turned her attention back to Sage, transforming her features into a beaming smile. I believe John is to join us for supper tomorrow. Her smile swiftly faded to sudden concern when Sages face turned ghostly pale. 

Tomorrow? Sage gasped.  

*** 

It was always such an oddity to Sage that the combination of heated earth and leaves made wet from a thorough drizzle could produce such a pleasant aroma. The decay and death of nature soothed the human senses. Sage sat by an open window, her back to the room so no one would see, and let her weepy vision blur the forest beyond. The rain splattered on the roof above, drowning her stifled gasps. 

Growing up without a nurturing, loving father was something she had become accustomed to, but when Pa had looked at her in such a way that suggested he was pleased with her, and kissed her forehead, it broke her heart.  

She swallowed the lump of anger that threatened to choke her, and hastily wiped at the falling tears. All these years she tried to win her fathers affections, only to discover the only way for her to make him happy was to remove herself from his life.  

June watched her daughters back as it trembled with each inhalation. She went to her, placing her hands lightly on her shoulders. Gently, she began to massage the tension from her muscles, resting her chin on the lovely, red crown of her hair. I found some chamomile in the pantry and made some cold tea. Would you have a cup with me?  

With a sigh of resignation, Sage joined her mother on the porch and began the conversation that she knew her mother wanted to have. Why else would she want to sit alone with her, if not to talk about her prospective husband?  

So, whats he like, Mama, now hes grown into a man?  

Junes soft hazel eyes reflected the pale glow of the early night sky as she glanced at the stars that were appearing one by one in the pale violet. She paused a moment, allowing for a duet of cicadas to reach the height of their pitch before subsiding to a grinding baritone.  

Hes a quiet man. Learned. Been educated somewheres east, but you know that. His ma says hes a bit too smart for his own good. She chuckled lightly, shaking her head.  

Hes pleasin to the eye. Had his pick of any woman in the holler since he was seventeen, but he aint never married. Hes kinda been one of those fellas that all us women daydream about ridin up and stealin us from our husbands. Her face suddenly flushed pink, exposing the fact she had imagined that scenario herself at some point. 

Mama! Sages face puckered with disgust. She wasnt sure how she felt about courting a man her own mother had fantasized about. Why do you think it is he aint never married?   

June shrugged, patting the back of her neck with a damp cloth. Ive no idea. I asked Tess about it when she came to strike the bargain. Tis a curious thing for a man like him to be a bachelor. All shed say was John is a right peculiar man. He courted here and there, but was determined he wouldnt take a bride unless she suited him. Tess says hes particular about what he needs. Whatever that means.  

Sage tilted her head, staring at the tree line in the distance, its distinguishable shapes beginning to fade into one long, dark mass with the coming of nightfall. A light fog was settling in the hollows where the cool air of the moon battled with the hot air of the sun, giving the landscape a surreal softness 

 And what makes you so sure Im what he needs? She saw the slightest hint of hesitation on her mothers face, just before June shrugged and looked away. Wait, are you saying it aint for certain well marry? Mama, is the bargain not written in stone? 

June shook her head, keeping her eyes averted, hating to plant the seed of doubt in her hopeful daughters mind. She hadnt mentioned that the arrangement was not a sure thing, for fear of this very reaction.  

He knows the intention is to take you as his bride. But if you arent what hes lookin for, well, hell not propose. Hes made it perfectly clear to Tess he wont be bullied into taking a wife. But let me tell you, little dove, us mothers got our ways with our young uns. Youll have yourself a husband. She gave her a wink, determination and confidence strong in the set of her mouth. 

Sage rolled her eyes, and sighed. Well, why didnt you say that before? Here Ive been worryin myself sick over the duties expected of a wife, which Ive no clue about, and all this time Ive been worryin for nothin. That man aint gonna want me, Mama.  

She rubbed her forehead against a sudden pain that shot between her brows. But I suppose itll be nice to say I got courted once in my life, and by a right handsome fella, too.  

Feeling suddenly drained, and a little sorry for herself, Sage stood, stretching her lower back, and bent to kiss her mothers cheek. Its been a long day. I think Ill just go to bed. 

June eyed her, unable to understand why her daughter had always been so insecure. Sage, dont think of yourself so lowly. Youre the daughter of a Young witch. Were a temptin lot of womenhard for a man to resist. She smiled teasingly. 

Sage squeezed her hand, looking seriously down into her mothers loving eyes. Whatever was lacking from her father, her ma had always compensated tenfold, and Sage was more grateful to her than she would ever know. 

A sudden, disturbing thought crossed Sages mind. Would her mother dare meddle in her relationship with John Bicker? You keep out of this, Mama. She gave her a sideways glare. 

If he marries you, itll not be my doin, far as you know. June knew Sage meant no harm in her comment, but the old pain of being married to a man enchanted by her own words scratched fresh cuts on her heart. 

 

Ajjmb on 04/20/2018 06:52pm
The Walker Girl started out as an interesting and sweet story. Sage has been ostracized her whole life because she is the daughter of a witch. She has become an old maid and when John Bicker, a boy she remembers from childhood, shows an interest in her, she jumps at the chance to be a wife. I loved the way there D/S lifestyle began. The cousin, Ginny, was a tangent that just kept getting in the way of the storyline. I felt like the storyline was interrupted with this tangent and then all of a sudden everything was back on track and the story abruptly ended. Maybe the author is planning a sequel but I definitely got lot in the end and the story ended up being just ok for me. I voluntarily reviewed an advanced copy of this book.
Jf12574 on 04/19/2018 08:47pm
Love, love, loved this book. Great characters. Wonderful plot! Grisly a can't put it down book. Do yourself a favor and read this one!!
lynn on 04/18/2018 08:03pm
I really wanted to like this book, it sounded good and the beginning was promising but I just didn%u2019t love the execution. It was kind of all over the place, is it DD or is it BDSM? Well I don%u2019t really know because it tried to be both but didn%u2019t succeed at either. John was not manly enough and Sage seemed to be wise but did stupid things. If there had been more disciplined e in this book I think Sage and John would have had a better relationship but I didn%u2019t really feel connection between them. I also don%u2019t understand the purpose of making her a witches daughter other than to have people ridicule her and I hated the way Sage talked, I think his story was too backwoods for me. Overall It was an okay read and I would read more about them I just thinks it needs to be refined.
I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book
charlotte Huelsemann on 04/17/2018 05:48am
The walker girl by Christy lynn

Sage walker was trapped. She was trapped at home with her parents and her brothers and sister. Sage was born into a line of Mountain witches. This meant it was impossible for her to find a husband and so she was trapped in a life of living at home and never marrying. Until one day Until Tess Bicker another mountain witch made a pack with Sages mother to marry her son, John. This is a story of learning and coming together. Discipline and love . this is a very good book. It takes you through the ups and downs of married life. John believes in domestic discipline and must teach Sage. Sage is not so sure she likes all the aspects of it. I really enjoyed this book and highly recommend it.
Tami on 04/16/2018 01:09am
Sage thinks she will spend the rest of her days as an old maid. Her mother, a witch, interferes because Sage was promised to John, the oldest son of the Walkers. When Sage learns that John is a dominant and also into spanking she is not very happy in the beginning, but soon realizes she might like it.

The Walker Girl was a very emotional read. Sage and John were an interesting couple with good chemistry. The plot did have some twists and turns and the ending surprised me which was a good thing.
Redrabbitt on 04/16/2018 12:00am
I loved this story with all the angst, issues, and resolutions. Sometimes when you read a story, you don%u2019t want it to end, and hope that there will be follow-up stories in the future, and that is how I felt reading The Walker Girl. The story that Ms. Christy Lynn weaves is so in-depth with life during the time period before the Civil War, life in the Appalachian mountains, the unique characteristics of the people, and tolerances, as well as superstitions.

The treatment by people in the community towards Sage Walker is cruel, her mother comes from a line of witches, but a witch how? Sage herself is taught in knowing herbs and their usefulness. Here she is, twenty-five, still single, never courted, because of her mother%u2019s lineage. Her father is indifferent to her, angry at her mother for giving him a female child instead of a male. It will have you questioning people.

The plot will have Tess Bicker, another known so-called witch, but one with plenty of land, and a son she wants to marry and give her grandchildren. She will make plans with June Young Walker that Sage and John Bicker should marry to make them grandmothers. The plans are made, John will come to the house, but leave suddenly and not staying for dinner, which leaves Sage feeling like she was rejected. Then to hear from Tess that they will be a wedding really has her confused. The plot will have Tess Bicker, another known so-called witch, but one with plenty of land, and a son she wants to marry and give her grandchildren. She will make plans with June Young Walker that Sage and John Bicker should marry to make them grandmothers. The plans are made, John will come to the house, but leave suddenly and not staying for dinner, which leaves Sage feeling like she was rejected. Then to hear from Tess that they will be a wedding really has her confused.

The wedding will be a mixture of the two mothers, deemed white-witches and their various superstitions, along with a pious Baptist minister who is furious with the two women. But, nonetheless, the marriage will take place. John has kept his proclivities a secret from Sage, and his explanation about what he expects, including her submission and obedience, is somewhat confusing to her.

John will introduce Sage into a D/s lifestyle, which includes a visit to another couple%u2019s home to witness scenes between then that leaves her shocked but aroused. Not everyone is happy about the marriage, naming John%u2019s cousin, Ginny, who wanted John herself and will purposely do things to try and cause dissension within this marriage. Will their marriage be able to survive an assault that leaves her broken? Maybe the words of truth from another person will open her eyes to the truth and allow for them to heal and find their way back to each other.
Joanie M on 04/15/2018 02:02pm
The Walker Girl is an extremely romantic, emotional tale of dominance and submission. At a time (pre civil war) when nonconformity was unacceptable, people who were different were judged harshly. This book explores the trials and torments of those who hid from exposure and those were outcast in an isolated community in the Appalachians. Sage was one such woman who suffered simply because she existed. Her character was very well developed: emotionally fragile, rejected as the witch's daughter, but also passionate with desires she kept hidden. John is a dominant who gives Sage the chance for a life she'd never expected, but always yearned for. Their story is one of love and conflict. The many supporting characters are also well developed and fill out the plot beautifully, adding a depth to the book I hadn't expected. I'm very much looking forward to book two.
Goldie Nut on 04/15/2018 05:26am
Sage Walker doesn't think she will ever marry. Her mother and future mother-in-law both
want grandbabies. So they come up with mutual ideas to achieve their goal. Sage would
have known how to better present herself if she hadn't been the daughter of a witch. So Sage and John meet and they remember times of growing up together. Will he find under the outer surface a true submissive woman?
Nicolette on 04/13/2018 04:18am
John Bicker is Sage Walker%u2019s mom%u2019s best friend%u2019s son. She knew him as a young girl but has not seen him in years. When her mother informs her they are going to be married she is not sure if she is happy or not. Considered an old maid at 25 she is not sure why he would be interested in her and since he is older than her why has he not married? Is there something wrong with him. A good read with a lit bit of everything.

JigsawGirl on 04/12/2018 08:44pm
This book was ok. I didn't feel any real chemistry between Sage and John. Save seemed a little desperate, and lacking in confidence. John seemed a bit indifferent, and then he wasn't.

Sage was offended by calling him Sir, then she embraced the lifestyle although John was not really forthcoming regarding what exactly that entailed.

The book kind of threw me off kilter. It has a Dom/sub basis, but seemed to be missing something. Not a bad book. It had some entertaining moments. The end was kind of strange. I think you would need to read this and judge for yourself.

I voluntarily read and reviewed the Advanced Reader Copy of this book.
Nancy Hughes on 04/12/2018 05:19pm
I really enjoyed this book, and you will too. It has a Dominant/submissive theme to it, and is well written.
Sage is insecure being chosen by John, let alone having to be his submissive. Problems arise, will they be able to hold on to one another?

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