Longing for Home is the fourth book in Kathryn Springer's Mirror Lake series. Alex and Kate clashed--I mean met--for the first time at the end of A Place to Call Home, the first book in the series. Right away, I thought they should get their own story.I love when an author takes a character I can...
Matthew Wilde slid into the booth opposite Jake.“Did we have an appointment?” Jake feigned confusion. “Because I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t choose to answer that question during the morning rush at the Grapevine Café.”“I don’t wait for my congregation to make appointments.” The pastor shrugged. “I’...
Until Bert had mentioned Andy’s wife running up and down three flights of stairs, she hadn’t realized there wasn’t an elevator somewhere in the building. A wicker basket filled with silk roses hung on the door, the yellow-and-white blooms as faded as the wallpaper that lined the walls of the land...
Matheson was quite clear that he wanted you to fly him to Saint Louis in the morning. I got the impression he would have taken his business elsewhere if I’d tried to reschedule.” Iola’s instincts were probably right, Cole thought grimly. Matheson was the CEO of a software ...
Mac repeated. “It’s when you assess a situation and choose the most—” “I know what the word means. But you’re the one who’s going to need a doctor when you fall through that roof and break both your legs.” Ethan didn’t look the least bit disturbed by the possibility. “The boards are only rotten i...
Zoey hadn’t heard Gran come into the parlor. “Just…thinking.” “About what?” Liz’s voice was teasing. “Or should I say about ‘who’?” “About whether I should make an extra pot of coffee for the knitting group.” She tried to bluff her way through. “Uh-huh.” The sparkle in the lively brown eyes told ...
(Text message from Tony Gillespie to Dex)Evacuated an apartment. (Dex)When I ran down to Sally’s on Friday morning, Amanda was behind the counter. Strangely enough, the place was almost deserted. The television was off and classical music drifted from the radio near the cash register.“Hi, Heather...
Dew glistened in the grass and it was early enough that wisps of fog, soft as cotton candy, hung over the lake. Mulligan and Lady ran circles around her, ready to go. “Shh.” Abby put a finger to her lips. The shades in the windows of Quinn’s cabin were still drawn. “Not everyone likes to get up t...