I enjoyed this story of sweet romance. I loved to main characters, their families and the Godly lives they lead. I love reading of life on a ranch and the strong family ties they share. Most times the story has great flow, however at times it felt as if Biblical Verses were just thrown in at t...
“But how?” she gasped. “Mother, how do you know?” When Elena simply stared her, her expression completely unreadable, Katia forgot to play a role. She forgot to breathe. She was a child again, vulnerable and scared and stripped of all her protective barriers. “Mother...
But uncertainty held her silent. Garrett had just told her mother and two other witnesses—one of whom was his mother—that they were officially courting. Not that he’d had any choice in the matter. They’d been caught kissing. No turning back. &...
She couldn’t hear much over the noise of the motorcycle’s engine. She didn’t care. She felt great. Free. And to think, she’d nearly missed out on this fabulous experience because of Wolf’s stubbornness. Thankfully, he’d given in to her request. All it had taken was a few steps in his direction, a...
It hadn’t helped that she’d started the day feeling groggy and out of sorts. As a result, she’d dressed slower than usual, her fingers fumbling over the remaining two buttons. Stirring the oatmeal with a methodical rhythm, she eyed the black beast in front of her with mild trepidation. She could ...
And straight into Connor’s stunned gaze. Good thing she was sitting down. Their eyes connected with a force that nearly flattened her. Her hand flew instinctively to her throat and she thought her heart might be beating far too fast against her rib cage. ...
The day had been a trying one, but ever since his connection with Miss O’Toole in the hallway he hadn’t felt as weary as he might if he had to face this outbreak of measles alone. There was no denying he and Miss O’Toole worked well together. And yet, he’d be foolish to forget that she held a por...
He seemed more attentive, making a point to seek her out at parties or the theater or whenever their paths crossed. If he had a meeting with Mrs. Singletary, he lingered over mindless discussions with Callie about the weather, both before and after his appointment. At Char...
Not merely because her comments about Montgomery men had left him unsettled—although that was reason enough—but also because he was fed up, stretched to his limit, and wasn’t in the mood for more verbal combat. His mother had been in rare form all evening, complaining about the New York winters a...
That’s the last stroke.” Rosamond stood back and admired the white paint drying on the classroom wall. “What do you think?” “Very nice.” Beryl gave her a weak smile and listlessly began to clean up the mess from their work. For the past month, Rosam...