“You need not treat me like a child, sir. I am perfectly capable of navigating this staircase on my own." He snorted.… — 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'… — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share Image
“He unlaced his arms and took a step forward. "You hurt?" "Not badly." She tried to smile, but her lips only curved… — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share Image
“You got someone else courting you?" "No." The fork she'd been scrubbing slid from her hand, returning to the murky depths. "But… — 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
