A Texas Christmas Reunion
The neighbourhood bad boy…Is he back for good?Widow Juliette Lindor believes in Christmas miracles. And for the sake of her small children she hopes there's one that will restore her town to its former glory. But then Trea Culverson returns, bringing back all the passion she thought she'd never have again. With the townspeople firmly set against him, can she show them and Trea that trust and love are just as powerful as any Christmas gift?
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The neighborhood bad boy...
Is he back for good?
Widow Juliette Lindor believes in Christmas miracles. For the sake of her small children, she hopes there’s one that will restore her town to its former glory.
But when Trea Culverson returns, he brings all the passion she thought she’d never have again.
With the town firmly set against him, can she show them and Trea that trust and love are just as powerful as any Christmas gift?
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CAROL ARENS delights in tossing fictional characters into hot water, watching them steam, and then giving them a happily-ever-after. When she’s not writing she enjoys spending time with her family, beach-camping or lounging about in a mountain cabin. At home, she enjoys playing with her grandchildren and gardening. During rare spare moments you will find her snuggled up with a good book. Carol enjoys hearing from readers at [email protected] or on Facebook.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07424-7
A TEXAS CHRISTMAS REUNION
© 2018 Carol Arens
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To Lauren Iaccino.
Your loving heart and spunky spirit
reflect Heaven’s sparkle.
Contents
If not for the fact that Juliette Lindor had a baby riding her hip, she would have been tempted to march across the street and disrupt the robbery taking place at Beaumont Spur Savings and Loan.
Goodness knew Sheriff Hank would not be running to the rescue of the townsfolk’s money. No doubt the half-hearted lawman was having a fine high time with his cousins, who were at this very moment incarcerated in his jail.
“For pity’s sake,” she muttered, witnessing the crime through the front window of her restaurant.
Apparently the bank was destined to be robbed today. According to town gossip, which there was plenty of, the sheriff’s Underwood cousins would have held it up had they not been arrested last night for previous crimes. Beaumont Spur’s lawman was not so unworthy as to set his relatives free, but neither was he dedicated to holding up every jot and title of the law.
Moments ago, the robber committing the current crime while wearing a ragged coat and a half-crushed hat had glanced every which way except heavenward before he slithered into the bank.
Straining to listen, Juliette heard shouting but thankfully no gunshots.
The thief backed out the door and nearly tumbled into a horse trough. Righting his balance, he dashed across a mound of melting snow that glittered in the midmorning sunshine. On the run, he glanced up and down Main Street, a leather bag tucked under his arm.
