An Allegheny Homecoming
What happens when you do go home again?One mistake cost Josh Hunter almost everything. Burning his bridges was easier than coming home. Yet here he is, eight years—and one family crisis—later, back in his Pennsylvania town playing unlikely rescuer to a blizzard-stranded stranger.Local newscaster Wendy Valentine is looking for the story that will make her name as a serious journalist. The tragic secret Josh is concealing could be her stepping-stone. Funny then that Wendy seems more interested in the sizzling personal dynamics playing out between them!
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What happens when you do go home again?
One mistake cost Josh Hunter almost everything. Burning his bridges was easier than coming home. Yet here he is, eight yearsâand one family crisisâlater, back in his Pennsylvania town playing unlikely rescuer to a blizzard-stranded stranger.
Local newscaster Wendy Valentine is looking for the story that will make her name as a serious journalist. The tragic secret Josh is concealing could be her stepping-stone. Funny then that Wendy seems more interested in the sizzling personal dynamics playing out between them!
âAre you running away?â
The words came as if from a distance. Josh tore his gaze from the blue flames and stared into her big brown eyes. âExcuse me?â
She propped a hand on her hip and moved so she could look directly at him. âYou canât bear to see your parents fighting, so youâre running away.â
He placed his palm on her cheek and ran his thumb along her chin. âAlways thinking. I donât want to talk about the past and I donât want to talk about the future. Why donât we just stay in the moment, Miss Valentine?â And with that he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
Thanksgiving night, a fire in the fireplace, together with a woman he liked and respected. This was all he wanted for now. Because once Miss Wendy Valentine found out the truth about him, there would be no more kisses. Once Miss Wendy Valentine found out what heâd done, she would have her big story and she would be on her way.
Youâre reading my second book! For whatever reason this book ended up in your hands, I thank you for reading this story. I strive to improve with each work, to write a story impossible to put down and to keep you reading long into the night. Thank you for the positive words and encouragement on this writing journey. Again I thank the crew at Harlequin, without whom this story would not be told. Again I am honored to be part of the Harlequin Heartwarming group of authors.
In An Allegheny Homecoming, Wendy and Josh leave the foothills of the Alleghenies. Josh because heâs hiding a secret and Wendy because she seeks an opportunity she canât find in a small town. This exodus happens every day in small towns across the country. Whether one joins the military, seizes a job opportunity, or just craves adventure and new horizons, the urge to travel and explore is common to everyone.
But sometimes you just need to come home, to a place as familiar and comfortable as an old sweatshirt from your high school days.
Return to Bear Meadows with Josh Hunter.
As always...enjoy the read.
T.R.
T. R. McCLURE wrote her first story when she was ten years old. A degree in psychology led to a career in human resources. Only after retirement did she pick up her pen and return to fiction.
T.R. lives in central Pennsylvania with her husband of thirty-seven years. They share their country home with one horse, one cat, four beagles and Sunny the yellow Lab. T.R. is always up for travel adventures with her grown twin daughters.
To my parents, Clyde and Stephania, >who gave me a loving and supportive family environment but left this earth much too soon.
And to my husbandâs parents, Elmer and Mary, who gave me the opportunity to be a daughter again.
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âA COLD FRONT coming in from the north gives our area a dusting of snow for the overnight forecast.â Wendy Valentine turned toward the camera with a smile. âSo far this week itâs been mild, but then into the weekend it becomes colder.â Eyes on the monitor, she waved a hand over the center of the green screen. âTuesday weâll have 44 degrees with a few passing clouds. High Wednesday only 37 with a few snow showers Thursday morning.â
From his position behind the anchor desk, Casey Knight flashed bright, white teeth in her direction. His thick blond hair gleamed under the lights. âThanks, Wendy, what a nice way to start the week, with a few more warm days before winter sets in. Not bad for central Pennsylvania in November.â
âBut donât forget it looks like snow later in the week!â Elbows tucked, Wendy linked her fingers and rested her hands at her waist as the camera pulled back. âBetter dig out your snow boots, Casey.â
âThis will be my first experience with snow since I moved here. Iâm not sure Iâm ready.â With a charming grin and a sly wink, Casey spoke to camera one. âWell, that does it for us this morning. Stay tuned for national news. Our chief meteorologist, Mark Murphy, and I will see you at noon.â
Wendy bit the corner of her lip to stop her frowning as she gazed at the new anchor. This was who she had lost the position to? This Mr. Perfect? Navy blazer, crisp white shirt, blue-and-gray-striped tie. No one should look that good, even if he was the new morning anchor for WSHF. âAnd weâre clear.â The voice of their college intern came out in a high-pitched squeak.
