“But when this slip of a girl with trust blazing in her bright blue eyes looked at him, all he could think about was protecting the one piece of the outside world that had found a way in.” — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Mrs. Wellborn smiled and patted Nicole’s shoulder. “Love would be boring if it were simple, dearie.” — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share Image
“If you want to protect me, prayer is just as powerful a weapon as that gun you carry.” — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
