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A theme-park princess. A real-life prince.


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Excerpt of Keeping Christmas by Dan Walsh

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Revell
September 2015
On Sale: September 1, 2015
Featuring: Judith Winters; Stan Winters
224 pages
ISBN: 0800721195
EAN: 9780800721190
Kindle: B00XNPCI2M
Hardcover / e-Book
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Holiday, Contemporary, Romance

Also by Dan Walsh:

Keeping Christmas, September 2015
Hardcover / e-Book
The Legacy, April 2015
Paperback / e-Book
Perfect Peace: in Imperfect Times, March 2015
Paperback / e-Book
When Night Comes, November 2014
Paperback / e-Book
The Desire, September 2014
Paperback / e-Book
What Follows After, April 2014
Paperback / e-Book
The Promise, September 2013
Paperback / e-Book
The Dance, April 2013
Paperback / e-Book
The Reunion, September 2012
Paperback / e-Book
The Discovery, April 2012
Paperback / e-Book
Remembering Christmas, September 2011
Paperback / e-Book
The Deepest Waters, April 2011
Paperback / e-Book
The Homecoming, June 2010
Paperback / e-Book
The Unfinished Gift, June 2010
Paperback / e-Book

Excerpt of Keeping Christmas by Dan Walsh

Leyte Province in the Philippines. Her running steps echoed from the walls. Would he catch her? It meant white slavery if he did. Slamming open the kitchen door, she burst out of the hotel despite the typhoon ravaging the eastern coast. The destructive winds and rains were buffered in the alleyway behind the hotel, but she still had to fight for each step away from the man she knew was just behind her.

Without warning, massive walls of water rushed into the alley from both ends. The sixteen-foot wave scooped her up and battered her against the buildings. When the storm surge receded, she lay bruised and unconscious beneath a mass of water-logged debris.

“I’m told there are eleven buildings, besides this church, serving as shelters,” Father Donovan said. “I haven’t left here since the typhoon hit four days ago. Is the damage extensive?”

“Yes. Very. Many people with no homes, no food,” Deshi Han replied.

Father Donovan put his hand on Deshi’s shoulder. “You brought much-needed food and supplies. Your movies are loved but your charity work is well-known here in the Philippines. I thank you. You are truly doing God’s work, my son.”

Deshi watched as a volunteer passed out the blankets he had brought, which would help to cushion the pews they were using for beds. He shook his head. “I wish I do more.”

“Perhaps there is something …” Father Donovan began.

“What, Father?” He followed the priest to a courtyard. A young woman sat beside a storm-crushed rose bed. Deshi guessed her to be American, in her early twenties. “Who she, Father?”

“No one knows, not even her.” Father Donovan tilted his head to the side and sighed. “She has no memory of anything before the typhoon. One of the doctors informed me that she just needs rest to regain her memory.”

Deshi watched the girl slowly gather the broken branches from around the few unharmed plants. A child about five years old ran up and tapped her on the shoulder. The young woman’s solemn face broke into a smile as the child led her away toward another section of the church.

Father Donovan turned to Deshi. “But she won’t get that rest here. She has nightmares and cries for the orphaned and injured children. I’ve prayed for someone to claim her and take her away from here.”

“We delivered the supplies to the kitchen.” Jun Chew, Deshi’s assistant, spoke in Cantonese as she approached them.

Deshi turned away from the doorway, nodded at Jun then called to his business manager, “Where the next shelter, Paul?”

Paul Wu shook his head then responded in English. “We have distributed all the supplies we brought, Deshi. That is all we can do today.”

“Besides,” Jun continued in Cantonese, “we have to get back or you will be late for the senior citizen center opening.”

The supplies had gone so fast. They had only been to six of the eleven shelters and there were so many people still in need. “Maybe one more thing I can do today,” Deshi said with a sigh. “Father?”

The priest’s right hand clutched the large cross at his neck and he smiled. “Yes, my son?”

“I will take her.”

Excerpt from Keeping Christmas by Dan Walsh
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