TRUST IN ME . . .After a traumatic experience, Elizabeth Boyer lived on her strong faith and her "spoiled heiress" reputation. She didn't want anyone to see just how vulnerable she really was. Then she met Jackson Alton, who saw through her games and insisted that she drop the mask and step out i...
He sank to the bed. His mind was less foggy; still, he was not completely sure of a good part of what had happened, in particular why he’d been standing naked, arguing with Amber. He winced when the door slammed behind her. He sighed. Pixie was Amber. That much he was sure of. Their meeting on de...
It had been two days since her run-in with her mother, and she’d yet to find any peace or stop looking over her shoulder. She knew she had to apologize to Adam for the way her mother had treated him, and if she saw him she would, but she had more than that to deal with right now. Since coming to ...
Joy’s friend Russ set their search area in the most likely spot the missing kids may be, since he knew Joy was fearless and would skim close to the treetops. They’d been flying over the thickening canopy for an hour and were so close Brian thought he could almost identify the species of the trees...
He could have said his relief was due to the temperature, which had continued to fall, or the sky, which had dumped a good twelve inches already. Or even because he worried that Meg had been exposed to the elements for too long. But what really had him swinging his leg over Apple Boy’s head and s...
Then the meaning of her words crystallized, but still made no sense. Through an ocean of pain, questions bombarded him. Why was he sleeping? Why was the bed so hard? Why was he so cold? He couldn’t come up with any answers without forcing his eyelids open. &nbs...
“I agree, sir. That delay between Columbus and Schulenburg this afternoon was most fortuitous,” Patience heard Winston saying. She assumed he was speaking to Alexander, as he was the only person Winston ever addressed as “sir.” Which meant they had returned from their mission to check the lay of ...
“Pastor Jim, this is Sarah Bates,” Miriam said when the pastor greeted them in the hall outside his door. Jim Dillon put out his hand and Sarah placed her hand in his for a friendly shake. He was a good-looking man. Tall and lean with a little graying at the temples that m...
That she was still in Trent’s arms was the first coherent thought she had. Her second was that either they had both slept through the alarm, or they hadn’t remembered to set it in the first place. Maggie grinned. Her mind had certainly been elsewhere, and as she recalled, so had Trent’s. Grace’s ...