A Forever Family
Raising twins on her own hasnât been easy for widowed mom Hannah Douglas. But sheâs determined to see her familyâand the picnic basket auction sheâs organizing for the townâs centennial celebrationâsucceed. Still, there are times she wishes for someone to lean on. To her surprise, Brody Harcourtâs strong shoulders are at the ready. Seems like Jasper Gulchâs favorite firefighter and rancher is always there when she needs him. But Hannahâs not sure sheâs willing to take another chance on love, especially with someone whose job puts him in harmâs way. Is the risk of loving Brody worth the reward to make her family complete?
Big Sky Centennial: A small town rich in historyâ¦and love.
Ladies and Gentlemen, start your bidding!
The Jasper Gulch Centennial Committee Proudly Presents The Jasper Gulch Fall Fair and Picnic Basket Auction
Who needs speed dating and online matchmaking? Jasper Gulch believes in doing things the old-fashioned way. And what could be sweeter than an old-time picnic basket auction? As the townâs potential suitors line up to place their bids, no one is more excited than auction coordinator Hannah Douglas. Of course, the young widow has no interest in finding a dateâor so she says.
But this centennial celebrating is having a strange effect on everyone, and nothing is as it seems. The time capsule is still missing, there have been unexplained events and someone has even convinced the town pastor to make a basket! With all the unusual goings-on in town, anything is possible. Even a sweet single mom finding love
a second time around.â¦
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Big Sky Centennial:
A small town rich in historyâ¦and love.
Her Montana Cowboy by Valerie HansenâJuly 2014
His Montana Sweetheart by Ruth Logan HerneâAugust 2014
Her Montana Twins by Carolyne AarsenâSeptember 2014
His Montana Bride by Brenda MintonâOctober 2014
His Montana Homecoming by Jenna MindelâNovember 2014
Her Montana Christmas by Arlene JamesâDecember 2014
CAROLYNE AARSEN
and her husband, Richard, live on a small ranch in northern Alberta, where they have raised four children and numerous foster children, and are still raising cattle. Carolyne crafts her stories in an office with a large west-facing window, through which she can watch the changing seasons while struggling to make her words obey.
God is our refuge and strength. An ever present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea.
âPsalms 46:1â2
To my agent, Karen Solemâthanks for your work, for your support and encouragement through
all the ups and downs of this crazy writing life.
Chapter One
âI tell you it was rigged.â Lilibeth Shoemaker tucked her cell phone in the back pocket of her snug blue jeans and rested her elbows on the waist-high wooden counter separating Hannahâs desk from the large open waiting area of the town hall. Light from the mullioned window above the large double doors created a halo out of Lilibethâs blond hair. However, the effect was negated by narrowed blue eyes enhanced by dark eyeliner and pouting red lips. âThere is no way Alanna Freeson should have won that and not me.â This last word was emphasized with a slap of the hand on the divider.
Hannah Douglas gave Lilibeth what she called her Customer Care smile while she typed a quick note on the application for a booth for the county fair Hannah was helping to organize. This year the fair was to be the biggest ever in honor of Jasper Gulchâs hundredth anniversary and Hannah was already behind. All morning sheâd been fighting a headache, juggling her attention between her increasing workload and her concerns over her mother, who was babysitting Hannahâs twins. This morning her mother had shown up looking drawn and pale but, as usual, insisting everything was fine.
Lilibeth tapped a long zebra-striped fingernail on the counter as if to get Hannahâs attention. âI was told I had to talk to you about it.â
Hannah hit Enter, then turned her chair to devote her entire attention to Lilibeth. The young girl had flounced into the town hall a few minutes ago exuding an air of long suffering that Hannah knew masked a simmering frustration with losing the Miss Jasper Gulch contest. Though the winner had been crowned at the Fourth of July picnic, launching the townâs centennial festivities two months ago now, Lilibeth had complained loudly since then to anyone who would listen that she had been robbed. She was determined to get to the bottom of whatever conspiracy she seemed to think had been hatched.
âThereâs nothing I can do,â Hannah said. âThe contest is over and the winner has been determined.â