Hunter's Bride and A Mother's Wish: Hunter's Bride / A Mother's Wish
Hunter's Bride Due to a little misunderstanding spinning out of control, Chloe Caldwell's family now thinks her boss, Luke Hunter, is her fiancé. Luckily, the handsome executive is willing to play the part for reasons of his own. He never dreamed a woman, a family and the faith he left long ago would change everything….A Mother's WishWhen Caldwell Cove's favorite lost son Matt Caldwell returns home, Sarah Reed discovers her newspaper has a silent partner. A widow with four rambunctious children, she isn't sure if this cynical journalist will ruin her–or be the answer to her unspoken prayers.
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Praise for Marta Perry and her novels
“Opens with a great scene that doesn’t disappoint. The characters are delightful and endearing.”
—Romantic Times BOOK reviews on Hunter’s Bride
“Marta Perry knows how to write romance and A Mother’s Wish is another fine example of her talent.”
—Romantic Times BOOK reviews
“In Marta Perry’s Unlikely Hero, emotionally charged characters and situations will leave readers entranced. The realistic portrayal of someone caught in abuse will resonate long after the last page is turned.”
—Romantic Times BOOK reviews
“Marta Perry’s Hero Dad shows the power of God and family to overcome trials. Detailed characterization brings the story to life.”
—Romantic Times BOOK reviews
Hunter’s Bride & A Mother’s Wish
Marta Perry
CONTENTS
HUNTER’S BRIDE
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Epilogue
A MOTHER’S WISH
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Epilogue
MARTA PERRY
has written everything from Sunday school curriculum to travel articles to magazine stories in more than twenty years of writing, but she feels she’s found her writing home in the stories she writes for Love Inspired.
Marta lives in rural Pennsylvania, but she and her husband spend part of each year at their second home in South Carolina. When she’s not writing, she’s probably visiting her children and her six beautiful grandchildren.
Marta loves hearing from readers, and she’ll write back with a signed bookmark or her brochure of Pennsylvania Dutch recipes. Write to her c/o Steeple Hill Books, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279, e-mail her at [email protected], or visit her on the Web at www.martaperry.com.
For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord.
Plans to prosper you and not to harm you.
Plans to give you hope and a future.
—Jeremiah 29:11
This story is dedicated with much love
to my daughter Lorie, my son-in-law Axel, and especially to my grandson, Bjoern Jacob.
And, as always, to Brian.
Chapter One
Chloe Caldwell was in trouble—deep, deep trouble. She tried to stand up straight against the intense, ice-blue stare of her boss, Luke Hunter. He wore the look some of his business rivals had compared to being pierced by a laser. She began to understand the feeling.
Southern women have skin like magnolia blossoms and spines like steel. Gran’s voice echoed in her mind. Have you lost yourself up north among them Yankees, Chloe Elizabeth?
Maybe she had. She took a strained breath and met Luke’s gaze. “I don’t know what you mean.”
He arched his black eyebrows. “It’s a simple question, Chloe.” He held up a sheet of off-white note-paper covered with spidery handwriting. “Why does your grandmother think you and I are a couple?”
Possibly, if she closed her eyes, she’d open them to find this was all a dream—no, a nightmare. Oh, Gran, she thought despairingly, whatever possessed you to write to him? Luke must have picked up the mail when she’d been out of the office for a few minutes. If she’d seen it—But she hadn’t.
Luke was waiting for an answer, and no one had ever accused Luke Hunter of an abundance of patience. She had to say something.
“I can’t imagine.” Liar, the voice of her conscience whispered. “May I see the letter?”
She held out her hand, trying to find enough of that steel Gran insisted she had so that her fingers wouldn’t tremble and give her away. Luke held the paper just out of her reach for a moment, like a cat toying with a mouse, and then surrendered it. He leaned back against the polished oak desk that the Dalton Resorts considered appropriate for a rising executive. He should have looked relaxed. He didn’t.
She shot a hopeful glance toward the telephone. It rang all day long. Why not now? But the phone remained stubbornly silent. Beyond the desk, large windows looked out on a gray March day in Chicago, an even grayer Lake Michigan. No sudden tornado swept down to rip the sheet from her hand.
She forced her attention to Gran’s letter. She’d barely begun to decipher the old-fashioned handwriting, when Luke moved restlessly, drawing her gaze inevitably back to him.
She’d long ago realized that Luke Hunter was a study in contradictions. Night-black hair and eyebrows that were another slash of black contrasted with incredibly deep blue eyes. The strong bones of cheek and jaw reflected his fierce tenacity, but the impression was tempered by the unexpected widow’s peak on his forehead and the cleft in his chin.
It didn’t take one of Gran’s homegrown country philosophies to tell her what to think of Luke. A man with a face like that had secrets to hide. He wore the smooth, polished exterior that announced a rising young executive, but underneath was something darker, something that ran against the grain. She’d been his good right arm for nearly six years and had never seen more than a hint of it, but she knew it was there.
