âIsnât life always tough for the working manâor in my case, the working woman?â
Jeremy caught a hint of some deep sadness in her eyes as she voiced those words. Did this pretty woman in the flowing skirt and warm green sweater have problems, too?
He couldnât imagine that. Gabiâs smile was too bright, her walk too proud. She obviously had a strong faith, since she taught Sunday school here at the church. But he supposed a lot of people put on a happy face over their worries, faithful or not. His parents had certainly been doing that for years. For all of his life.
âThanks for helping me out. Maybe Iâll see you in church.â
Jeremy couldnât muster up another smile. âMaybe.â
He watched as Gabriela Valencia disappeared into the room down the hall. And took all the light with her.
DAVIS LANDING:
Nothing is stronger than a familyâs love.
grew up in a small Georgia town and decided in the fourth grade that she wanted to be a writer. But first she married her high school sweetheart, then moved to Atlanta, Georgia. Taking care of their baby daughter at home while her husband worked at night, Lenora discovered the world of romance novels and knew thatâs what she wanted to write. And so she began.
A few years later, the family settled in Shreveport, Louisiana, where Lenora continued to write while working as a marketing assistant. After the birth of her second child, a boy, she decided to pursue her dream full-time. In 1993, Lenoraâs hard work and determination finally paid off with that first sale. âI never gave up, and I believe my faith in God helped get me through the rough times when I doubted myself,â Lenora says. âEach time I start a new book, I say a prayer, asking God to give me the strength and direction to put the words to paper. Thatâs why Iâm so thrilled to be a part of Steeple Hillâs Love Inspired line, where I can combine my faith in God with my love of romance. Itâs the best combination.â
Swish. Swish. Swish. Jeremy Hamilton lifted the paint brush over his head, thinking his neck would be permanently damaged if he didnât get this room finished soon. The cream-colored paint refused to stick to the wall. Most of it was all over himâin his hair, on his old shirt and splattered across the aged, spotted drop cloth underneath the rickety ladder. Groaning out loud, he almost threw down the brush in defeat.
But Jeremy had never been a quitter.
Well, not until a few months ago, at least.
He stopped painting and held the dripping brush over the bucket perched precariously on the ladder, memories swirling through his mind just like the paint pooling under his soggy brush. Outside the wide double windows, a December wind howled and fussed, causing leftover fallen leaves to dance across the parking lot.
How had December come so quickly? And how had his life taken such a turn that even now, all these months later, he was still spinning in the wind just like those leaves?
With just a few words from his powerful father, Wallace Hamilton, Jeremyâs whole life here in Davis Landing, Tennessee, had been turned upside-down. Heâd gone from firstborn heir and vice president of a vast publishing conglomerate to being someone he didnât even know himself.
He wasnât really a Hamilton. His biological father, Paul Anderson, had died in a motorcycle accident before Jeremy was born, before his mother Nora could even tell her fiancé she was pregnant with his child. So for thirty-five years, Jeremy had been living a lie.
Worse, his parents, Wallace and Nora Hamilton, had also been living with that lie, even though theyâd done their best to make a good life for their family. Theyâd worked hard to become pillars of the community, theyâd been faithful to their church, and theyâd done everything in their power to love and protect their six children, including him. Especially him, Jeremy reminded himself now.
Wallace Hamilton, once a wild playboy with a string of conquests, had fallen in love with delicate Nora McCarthy, and heâd married her knowing she was carrying another manâs child. That endearing act and the devastating secret behind it had been the foundation of their marriageâa good, solid union in spite of its beginnings. But finding out the truth had rocked Jeremyâs safe, secure world and shaken his own faith to its very foundations.
Wallace had been so ill with leukemia, and so unreasonable because of his helplessness, that heâd turned on Jeremy, taking out all his frustrations from his sickbed. How long has he secretly resented me? Jeremy wondered now, and not for the first time. That had been the burning question in Jeremyâs mind since heâd learned the truth. How long had his adoptive father wanted to tell Jeremy that he shouldnât be a part of Hamilton Media? That he didnât really belong, after all?