Rescued By Mr. Wrong
Life is meant to be livedSurprising her family for Christmas seems like a good idea…until Carrie Foster loses control of her car in a freak blizzard. Now she’s stuck in the middle of nowhere with a fractured leg, the unplanned-for guest of the man who saved her life.Keegan Breen lives in a secluded cabin on his family’s neglected campgrounds, which nature-lover Carrie sees as a potential paradise. The haunted war correspondent is a world away from the boy he was once. But together, can they prove the cynics wrong and show that opposites can not only attract, but be soul mates?
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Life is meant to be lived
Surprising her family for Christmas seems like a good idea...until Carrie Foster loses control of her car in a freak blizzard. Now sheâs stuck in the middle of nowhere with a fractured leg, the unplanned-for guest of the man who saved her life.
Keegan Breen lives in a secluded cabin on his familyâs neglected campgrounds, which nature-lover Carrie sees as a potential paradise. The haunted war correspondent is a world away from the boy he was once. But together, can they prove the cynics wrong and show that opposites can not only attract, but be soul mates?
âIâm a realist, Carrie. Youâre a...â
âI know what I am! Go ahead, be cynical.â She glared at him, an inner fire now lighting her eyes. âYou were a good reporter. Heck, youâre even famous. But hereâs what I think. I think you got some kind of kick out of seeing the awfulness of mankind. I think it confirms what your dark, brooding soul has always believedâthat our world is a miserable place. And that, Keegan Breen, is just plain sad, and thatâs why I feel sorry for you.â
âYou know what I think, Carrie?â
She scowled. âI think youâve made it quite clear.â
He smiled, because in truth he was enjoying this moment more than many heâd experienced in a long time. He more than liked this fighter Carrie. He more than admired her. âI think weâve pegged each other pretty accurately. We havenât been together two weeks yet, and we know each other as well as if weâd been friends for years.â
Secretly, he was starting to hope they could be more...
This is the final love story about three sisters, The Daughters of Dancing Falls. I hope youâve enjoyed the journey of each of the unique women, who are bound together by their love for each other and their caring father. No family dynamic is perfect. It takes work, patience and love to nurture the bond of parent and child.
In this book, Carrieâs story, this youngest daughter flexes her independence muscles despite having challenges to face. All her life she fought against her fatherâs overbearing concern, and only when she meets a man who seems her complete opposite does she learn what it means to see the world from another personâs point of viewâeven her fatherâs. I sincerely hope that Carrieâs struggle to be herself while recognizing her special gift to help another person heal will be a satisfying end to a series I loved writing.
Cynthia
PS: I enjoy hearing from readers. You may contact me at [email protected] or visit my website, cynthiathomason.net.
CYNTHIA THOMASON inherited her love of writing from her ancestors. Her father and grandmother both loved to write, and she aspired to continue the legacy. Cynthia studied English and journalism in college, and after a career as a high-school English teacher, she began writing novels. She discovered ideas for stories while searching through antiques stores and flea markets and as an auctioneer and estate buyer. Cynthia says every cast-off item from someoneâs life can ignite the idea for a plot. She writes about small towns, big hearts and happy endings that are earned and not taken for granted. And as far as the legacy is concerned, just ask her son, the magazine journalist, if he believes.
This book is dedicated to anyone who ever felt that true love was just beyond their grasp.
Donât ever stop reaching.
Contents
âWHITEOUT CONDITIONS.â Those had been the radio forecasterâs words just a few minutes ago as Carrie slowly navigated the lakeshore route to her home in Fox Creek, Ohio. She couldnât recall ever driving on such treacherous roads before, but now she knew exactly what was meant by âwhiteout.â The paleness of the snow-covered asphalt seemed to blend with the white of the air around her as flurries mounted in intensity. The horizon had been obliterated, making the lanes of the highway indistinct and the sun only a gray, hazy memory. Her surroundings were muddled together, a vacuum of white, starkness and cold.
The sudden blizzard wasnât the only frosty aspect of this holiday season. Her chilly conversation with her father last night was still fresh in her mind.
âIâm very disappointed, Carrie,â her father had said. âThis is the first time youâve missed Christmas, and I canât imagine what is more important than being with your family.â
Once again her father had used the guilt factor to persuade her to do what he thought was best. Carrie was tired of explaining all her decisions. Besides, no one in the Foster family understood Carrieâs devotion to trees, especially the shoreline birches of central Michigan lakes that were showing serious effects of pesticide treatment.
