Mail Order Mommy
A Mother by ChristmasNursing a broken heart, Amanda Porter had answered a frontier mail-order bride ad placed by Garrett Decker's children—only to find the groom-to-be didn't want a wife. The widowed bachelor she hoped to marry does need a housekeeper, though, and taking the job is Amanda's only option. But his adorable children are determined she'll be their mother by Christmas…His wife's betrayal and tragic death demolished Garrett's life. Now he can't even look at another woman, let alone marry Amanda, who resembles his first love. Even if she does make his house feel like a home, filling it again with laughter and his children's smiles. But with his daughter convinced Amanda is the perfect mother, will Garrett realize she's also his perfect match?
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A Mother by Christmas
Nursing a broken heart, Amanda Porter had answered a frontier mail-order bride ad placed by Garrett Deckerâs childrenâonly to find the groom-to-be didnât want a wife. The widowed bachelor she hoped to marry does need a housekeeper, though, and taking the job is Amandaâs only option. But his adorable children are determined sheâll be their mother by Christmas...
His wifeâs betrayal and tragic death demolished Garrettâs life. Now he canât even look at another woman, let alone marry Amanda, who resembles his first love. Even if she does make his house feel like a home, filling it again with laughter and his childrenâs smiles. But with his daughter convinced Amanda is the perfect mother, will Garrett realize sheâs also his perfect match?
âAre you all right? Is anything broken?â
His warm hand slid over her cheeks, and the awkward disaster turned into something else entirely.
This time when she opened her eyes, she saw clearly. What she saw took her breath away.
Garrett was gazing into her eyes with compassion. The fall had dislodged his cap and ruffled his auburn hair. His cheeks burned bright from the cold, but his concern was only for her. His thumb whispered over her lips, and she trembled at the gentleness of his touch.
âDo they hurt?â His low voice rumbled through her like none other.
âNo,â she managed to breathe out.
âDo you hurt anywhere?â
Oh, to be able to say yes and feel that touch again. Instead, she had to shake her head.
He breathed out in relief, but he did not draw away.
She could not stop looking into those soft gray-blue eyes. His mouth was so close. She could feel his breath on her lips. Oh, my.
Was he going to kiss her?
A small-town girl, CHRISTINE JOHNSON has lived in every corner of Michiganâs Lower Peninsula. She enjoys creating stories that bring history to life while exploring the charactersâ spiritual journeys. Though Michigan is still her home base, she and her seafaring husband also spend time exploring the Florida Keys and other fascinating locations. You can contact her through her website at christineelizabethjohnson.com.
And their sins and iniquities will I remember no more.
âHebrews 10:17
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December 2, 1870
Amanda Porter had made her decision, and there was no going back on it now.
She had sent the letter off on the mail boat at first light. Before sheâd left the dock the crew had cast off lines, and the boat now steamed out the river on its way to Chicago.
The early morning breeze off Lake Michigan stung her cheeks on the walk back to the boardinghouse and made her pull her coat a little tighter. A dusting of snow had fallen overnight. The boardwalks across the soft sand shimmered in the first gleams of sunlight, but she could think only of the painful future that awaited her.
It would take at least two weeks for that letter to travel to New York City and a response to return to this Michigan lumber town. Singapore. The name had sounded exotic when sheâd agreed to join her friend Pearl four months ago. Truthfully, she would have done anything to leave the Chatsworthsâ house and the scene of her humiliation.
She had banked everything on that advertisement for a wife that Pearl had found: âWidower with handsome inheritance seeks wife in booming town soon to rival Chicago. Well-furnished, comfortable house. Inquire at mercantile for Mr. Garrett Decker. Singapore, Michigan.â
In Singapore, Amanda had expected to begin anew with someone to love and care for. The past could be forgotten in a bright new future, but it had all proved to be a trick. Garrett Decker did not want to marry. He claimed heâd never placed the advertisement. His children had sent it to the newspaper, because they wanted a new mother. That ought to have changed his mind, but he refused to consider marrying Amanda or one of the other two ladies whoâd answered the advertisement. That wasnât the only discrepancy. Located near the mouth of the Kalamazoo River, Singapore was tiny and in no way rivaled bustling Chicago. It boasted just one hotel, one boardinghouse and no church building. Sand constantly drifted off the dunes and onto the streets and boardwalks. Garrett Decker had no inheritance, handsome or not. Once again sheâd been misled by a man.
Thatâs why she had to return to the only place that would accept her, albeit as a maid rather than a daughter. That, and Pearlâs upcoming wedding. Three and a half weeks were just enough time to finish the wedding dress planned for the special event. Amanda would see her friend married and settled. Then she would depart.
