A thriving medical practice and three rambunctious daughters have Joshua Darling looking heavenward for help. The harried widower' s prayers are answered when a young surgeon accepts a temporary position in his small-town practice.Soon the lady doctor fills more than Joshua' s need for a partner. She wins the devotion of his patients and his family… but can she heal his wary heart, as well?When Nicole Brandt sets out her shingle in tiny Blessing, Colorado, her dreams for the future change. Finding a new purpose, Nicole helps to restore a struggling single dad' s faith and his ability to love. Now she must discover her own destiny and fight for the life of the man she has grown to love… .
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âNicole, Iââ Joshua stepped forward, realizing she was crying, and reached up to wipe the crystal drop away from her cheek.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered, shamed that in all the months sheâd been here, heâd never really considered what heâd asked of her.
âYou donât have anything to be sorry for.â She looked at him. A smile quivered across her lips.
âThen why are you crying? It must have been something I said.â
âIt wasnât that.â She shook her head, pale hair flying around her shoulders. âIt was justâeverything.â
âHuh?â He studied her, trying to understand.
âThe emotion of the moment,â she whispered. âI think I finally realized how proud you must feel sometimes. For a minute, it was almost as if your girls were my daughters, and weâdââ Her voice jerked to a stop. She blinked at him, a shocked look washing over her face.
Sneaking a flashlight under the blankets, hiding in a thicket of Caragana bushes where no one could see, pushing books into socks to take to campâthose are just some of the things Lois Richer freely admits to in her pursuit of the written word.
âIâm a bookaholic. I canât do without stories,â she confesses. âItâs always been that way.â
Her love of language evolved into writing her own stories. Today her passion is to create tales of personal struggle that lead to triumph over lifeâs rocky road. For Lois, a happy ending is essential.
âIn my stories, as in my own life, God has a way of making all things beautiful. Writing a love story is my way of reinforcing my faith in His ultimate goodness toward usâHis precious children.â
I love the Lord because He listens to my prayers
for help. He paid attention to me so I will call to Him for help as long as I live.
This book is for those people
in my own blessed community whose support, kind words and gentle encouragement are treasures a writer esteems most highly.
And for my boys, C and J, who now understand
glazed eyes, scribbles on bits of paper and burnt lasagna are ânormalâ things for this mom.
And, as always, to my husbandâ
patient doesnât begin to describe you, dear.
Hello again! Iâm delighted youâve chosen to join me in my journey to a small Colorado town that I call Blessing. Itâs a perfectly normal town, where heavenly blessings arenât always easy to spot. In fact, when Dr. Joshua Darling suffers a terrible accident, the word blessing just doesnât seem to fit! But looks can be deceiving, as God uses pain to bring joy and love to hurting soulsâwith a little assistance from the town baker and her delicious love cookies. Isnât it just like God to send his blessings in disguise?
I hope youâll watch for my next book in the BLESSINGS IN DISGUISE series. Dani DeWitt thought she had the perfect life until her father died and she was forced to return home to the legacy of a ranch steeped in debt. Torn between trying to make the ranch pay and her dreams of becoming a playwright, Dani finds a friend in the townâs newest doctor, Luc Lawrence. But Luc wants to settle down, while Dani knows that staying means revealing the awful secret sheâs uncovered. How can giving up her fatherâs ranch possibly be a blessing in disguise?
I wish for you the greatest love, the strongest faith and the richest blessings from Godâs own hand.
âWhat have you done with my daughter?â
As fresh beginnings went, it stunk.
Barely an hour in a picturesque town with the unusual name of Blessing, Colorado, and already an irate father loomed.
âWhere is she? And while youâre at it, Arvilla, direct me to the unfeeling lout who ran over her. Iâd like to press charges.â
Blessing? They should have called it Catastrophe Corner!
Dr. Nicole Brandt gulped, fingers tightening on the stainless-steel kidney dish she was holding. The husky male voice continued its furious diatribe, though now it was muffled by the door Nicoleâs tiny patient quickly closed.
âThatâs my dad,â the little girl whispered. âBut donât worry, heâs just scared. He always talks loud when heâs scared.â Tiny fingers curved around Nicoleâs lower arm, infusing warmth. âHeâs just pretending to be fierce.â
Heâs doing a good job.
âThanks, sweetie. I hope youâre right.â Nicole led the little tyke back to the table and lifted her onto it. âYouâd better wait right here for him. Okay?â
The angel-wisp hair barely moved with the nod before they were interrupted.
In a whoosh the door whacked back against the wall, knob thudding into the doorstop with a dull bump. A man stalked in, his long legs swallowing the considerable distance across E.R. room number two with ease. He stopped in front of the child, eyes searching her pale face, hand half-stretched as if he didnât dare touch.