Romance Grows in
Arcadia Valley includes:
Spring’s Blessing (Seasons of
Faith) by Mary Jane Hathaway
Life gets complicated for Charlotte MacGregor when a motherless child and a handsome widower encroach on her carefully laid plans. Will she keep her heart above the fray, or take a leap of faith?
Life gets complicated for Charlotte MacGregor when a motherless child and a handsome widower encroach on her carefully laid plans. Will she keep her heart above the fray, or take a leap of faith?
Loaves and Wishes (A Baxter Family
Bakery Romance) by Elizabeth Maddrey
Inheriting her friend’s Bed and Breakfast in Idaho is a second chance to succeed, but falling for the farmer next door wasn’t in the plan.
Inheriting her friend’s Bed and Breakfast in Idaho is a second chance to succeed, but falling for the farmer next door wasn’t in the plan.
Sheltered Hearts (Romance from
the Heart) by Lee Tobin McClain
A curvy jilted bride gets stranded in a snowstorm with a handsome restaurant cook who’s not what he seems to be.
A curvy jilted bride gets stranded in a snowstorm with a handsome restaurant cook who’s not what he seems to be.
Sow in Love (A Garden Grown
Romance) by Valerie Comer
A real estate consultant’s ideas for fulfilling a living trust are shot down by the elderly greenhouse owner’s grandson, but some of the arrows piercing her heart come directly from Cupid’s bow.
A real estate consultant’s ideas for fulfilling a living trust are shot down by the elderly greenhouse owner’s grandson, but some of the arrows piercing her heart come directly from Cupid’s bow.
The Scent of Romance (Legacy of the
Heart) by Danica Favorite
A high-powered lawyer must convince a woman determined to protect her family’s legacy to sell the family farm to his father’s development company, but finds his heart leading him away from everything he’s spent his life trying to accomplish.
A high-powered lawyer must convince a woman determined to protect her family’s legacy to sell the family farm to his father’s development company, but finds his heart leading him away from everything he’s spent his life trying to accomplish.
A Romance Rekindled (A Homegrown
Love Story) by Annalisa Daughety
When a formerly engaged couple find themselves thrown together after more than a decade apart, neither of them are thrilled about it. Can they let go of the past and consider a future together? Or are there some wounds that cannot be healed?
When a formerly engaged couple find themselves thrown together after more than a decade apart, neither of them are thrilled about it. Can they let go of the past and consider a future together? Or are there some wounds that cannot be healed?
Extract from Loaves and Wishes by Elizabeth Maddrey:
Something banged against the back door. Ruth jolted.
Heart pounding, she leaned back and eyed the window. The
mostly sheer and entirely too-frilly curtain barely hid the shape of what was
absolutely a man. Fixing a polite smile on her face, she crossed to the door
and pushed aside the curtain. Her eyebrows lifted and she raised her voice,
praying it would carry through the glass.
“Can I help you?”
The man frowned. “Who are you?”
“I own the B&B. Who are you?”
He shook his head. “Where’s Naomi? Go tell her Corban’s
here, would you?”
How did he not know? Ruth flipped the dead bolt and
tugged the door open a crack, leaning her weight against it so she could slam
it shut if she needed. Not that it would be much defense when the top half of
the door was glass. But it might give her a few seconds to grab her phone and
run. “How do you know Naomi?”
“I’m her neighbor. I live over there.” Corban gestured
vaguely toward the farm across the road. But she hadn’t seen a farmhouse and
had assumed it was just a set of fields that belonged to someone who lived
elsewhere. However farms worked. “Not that you need to know, but I’ve been in
Florida settling my parents’ estate. Naomi knows all this. Could you either let
me in or go get her? I brought her the citrus she asked me for, and some
avocados that she didn’t ask for, but I remembered she loves them and these are
huge.”
Ruth sighed and opened the door. “You’d better come in.
Why don’t you go through to the parlor, Corban, was it? I made some lemonade.”
He bent, his muscles flexing under his shirt as he
lifted a crate off the step with what appeared to be no effort whatsoever.
“Where should I put the fruit?”
“Um. On the counter, I guess. Lemonade?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “Why not? You never said who
you were.”
Ruth took two tall glasses down from the cabinet by the
sink. She filled them with ice at the refrigerator, poured the lemonade, and
then decorated the rims with a transparent slice of lemon. “Let’s go sit.”
Another frown etched lines in his forehead, but he
strode out of the kitchen. Ruth followed. Even frowns couldn’t mar his good
looks. He was older than her by several years, if she had to guess. But not
more than forty. At thirty-three, that wasn’t too much. Oh, good grief, what
was she thinking? He’d probably had an eye on Naomi and now Ruth was going to
have to break his heart.
He accepted the lemonade, his eyebrows lifting as he
took a sip. “That’s good. Thank you.”
She couldn’t miss the implication that he hadn’t
expected it to be good. Rude man. Ruth cleared her throat as she sat. Maybe it
was better to blurt it out and be done. “Naomi passed away three weeks ago.”
Corban stared at her, his mouth open in a tiny O. Slowly, his lips came together and
the furrows in his forehead deepened. He set the glass down with a thunk on the antique table by his elbow,
completely missing the lace doohickey that would protect the wood. “I’m sorry.
What?”
Ruth’s fingers itched to move the glass but she willed
herself to stay still, perched on the edge of the settee. “She had cancer. And
apparently never told anyone. I’ve been her best friend since kindergarten, we
talk every week, and she only told me she was sick when it was clear that
treatment wasn’t a viable option. Her obituary was in the local paper.”
“I told the guys watching the farm to read and recycle
them. Nothing ever happens around here that’s worth saving a newspaper. I’m not
even sure why I still subscribe, except that Ernie’s been a family friend for
so long. She’d been acting odd. I knew I should have pushed.”
“You two were close?” Ruth watched his face. He looked
shocked, certainly, but not as destroyed as a man in love should be.
“Not like you mean.” He offered a slight smile. “Though
there were plenty of old ladies at church who were hopeful. No, Naomi was like
a little sister to me. When she bought this place so my parents could move
south, it seemed natural to keep an eye on her at first. And then...” He shrugged.
“Then we were friends.”
“Naomi could make anyone into a friend.” Ruth’s heart
cracked open a little wider. How was she supposed to go through life without
her? “I’m sorry you had to find out from me.”
Corban nodded and stood. “I’ll be on my way. I... my number’s
in her book. If you ever need anything, just give a shout.”
“Thanks.” He probably hadn’t heard her, given that he’d
been striding into the hall before she’d managed to get the word out. The
kitchen door slammed.
Ruth sagged against the back of the stuffy little couch
and took several long swallows of her lemonade. She was going to make a success
of her friend’s business. She had to. For Naomi, and for herself. And handsome,
abrupt neighbors weren’t going to get in her way.
Elizabeth
Maddrey began writing stories as soon as she could form the letters properly
and has never looked back. Though her practical nature and love of math and
organization steered her into computer science for college and graduate school,
she has always had one or more stories in progress to occupy her free time.
When she isn’t writing, Elizabeth is a voracious consumer of books and has
mastered the art of reading while undertaking just about any other activity.
She loves to write about Christians who struggle through their lives, dealing
with sin and receiving God’s grace.
Elizabeth lives
in the suburbs of Washington D.C. with her husband and their two incredibly
active little boys. She invites you to interact with her at her website www.ElizabethMaddrey.com or on
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