End of Holiday reading
Now that they've happily married off two of their
grandchildren, Anna and Felty Helmuth are ready for their
next matchmaking challenge. What better way to celebrate
the
most heartwarming of seasons--and make Huckleberry Hill,
Wisconsin, the place for unexpected love. . .
A difficult marriage has left the Helmuths' widowed
great-granddaughter, Beth, finished with wedlock. She's
content to live with them and make a life for herself and
her toddler son. But once she turns down handsome Tyler
Yoder's proposal, it seems only fair to encourage him to
find a suitable wife. Trouble is, his gentleness and
generous ways are showing her how joyous a real meeting
of
hearts can be. . .
After a failed courtship, Tyler thought the best he could
hope for in a wife was mere companionship. But spirited
Beth
is the one he longs to protect, and hold close. Earning
her
trust is the hardest thing he's ever had to do. And soon,
both will discover that forgiveness and understanding are
gifts that only rekindled faith--along with the happiest
of
holidays--can bring.
Excerpt The clouds parted, and Beth glimpsed a sliver of moon
surrounded by a patch of bright stars. Their breath hung
in the air as the clip-clop of horse hooves echoed in the
frosty evening above the singing. Beth didnβt think sheβd
ever been so content. She glanced at Tyler. He studied
her face with that endearing seriousness he wore like a
favorite hat.
βYour eyes reflect the moonlight,β he whispered.
βSo do yours.β
βDo you know what I see when I look in your eyes?β
His intensity unnerved her. Better to make him laugh.
βSheer exhaustion?β
He determined not to be distracted. βI see a thousand
stories waiting to be told.β He smoothed his finger down
her cheek. βYouβre laughing in all of them.β
She held absolutely still, savoring his touch as her
surroundings seemed to disappear. They might have been
the only people in the world. His soft, low voice hung in
the air like the scent of cinnamon pinecones and caressed
her with its deep longing. Beth could have closed her
eyes and listened to it forever.
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