“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," he vowed, "until a parson either joins us in marriage or speaks words over my grave.” — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share Image
“The Lord probably didn't appreciate her feigning nearsightedness in order to repeatedly lean into her husband when she should've been concentrating on the meaning behind the hymn she was singing.” — 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
