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heat from our fireplace in Kalamazoo, Michigan. Dad read aloud Madeline
L’Engle’s A WRINKLE IN TIME and Mom peeled orange segments for us to enjoy. That
was the definitive moment I fell in love with fiction.
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No one will ever know how badly Pleasance
Benton’s abandonment threw Jacob Gideon. He landed hard, hard enough he didn’t
care to find a replacement. Now that he needs a woman, he figures the safest
way is to order one from a catalog.
place at Jacob’s side. One way or another she’ll remind him theirs is a match
made in heaven…once the shock wears off. The teensy-weensy problem? Jacob
doesn’t know that she—his first love—is
his catalog bride..
she’d seen him.
the power in his lean body evident in every pacing step.
snared and she was caught. A rabbit in his trap.
known precisely how he’d respond—how could she not? She’d known him forever.
elbow, ever the gentleman, and escorted her away from the crowded platform.
He’d never been one to make a scene or cause a lady a moment’s discomfort.
with hope, surprise, and joy in his eyes. She’d open her reticule, remove the
bundle of letters he’d penned over the past year, tied neatly with blue ribbon
the exact shade as her gown—
cranky. Fury collided with incredulity on his features, hardening his handsome
face to granite.
she was the blue dress and the blue bonnet, as promised by mail.
only woman in the world.
so strong, so poignant, she smiled. A soft smile, just for him. Without meaning
to, utterly unscripted, she took a step toward him. He looked…wonderful.
to the hitching post. Without so much as a by your leave, he swung into the
saddle, and with the ease of the accomplished horseman he was, nudged the bay
into a canter.