“With no sums to keep his conscience at bay, the black book loomed large, creeping into his line of sight. He scanned the room for something else to do. The harness still needed work. And he'd been meaning to fix… — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share Image
“The fiasco in the barn flashed through her mind. Yesterday she'd showered him with oats and today she'd pummeled him with a broom. At… — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share
“You need not treat me like a child, sir. I am perfectly capable of navigating this staircase on my own." He snorted. Her nostrils… — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share
“I love you, Lottie, and I want to make you my wife." Stone's low voice rumbled between them. Ardent. Unwavering. Determined. "I'll pursue you,"… — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share
“All this time she’d thought it God’s will that she be a spinster. She had grown content with that expectation, taking satisfaction in the… — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share
“And therein lay the crux of her problem. She didn’t trust God to direct her steps. When trouble loomed, she altered her course, convincing… — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share
“Mrs. Wellborn smiled and patted Nicole’s shoulder. “Love would be boring if it were simple, dearie.” — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share
“If you want to protect me, prayer is just as powerful a weapon as that gun you carry.” — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share
“Why do women have to be so complicated, Wellborn?” he grumbled. The butler shook his head, a hint of a smile lighting his eyes.… — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share
“Are you sure I can't mend a shirt or darn a sock for you in trade? Anything?" "You can quit your yammerin' and carry… — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share
“Jericho, hmm?" Hannah felt an answering grin curve her lips. "I suddenly feel a great fondness for that name." The two women giggled like… — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share
“No, she’d spent the last five years begging the Lord to help her find contentment in her spinster status. And he’d been faithful. She… — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share
“Jericho? You're smiling." "I am?" He stroked her cheek again. Warm tingles coursed through her, and instinctively, she followed his touch a second time.… — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share
