Quiltmaker Claire Stone and her young daughter, Grace, are
newcomers to the small town of Webster, Maine. Erasing the past is something
Claire is determined to do, for divorcing her cruel ex-husband was the only
solution to save herself and her daughter—and she’s never regretted it. But
when she meets handsome Marc Baxter, the attraction is instant, and she begins
to realize what she’s missed in life—someone to care for her…someone to
care for.
Marc Baxter has come home to his roots, recovering from a nasty
divorce and the discovery that his ex-wife had some shocking secrets of her
own. Christmas is on the way, and he’s looking forward to opening a clinic with
his niece and getting back to practicing medicine again.
When Grace is injured in an accident, Marc’s tender treatment
leaves her with a severe case of hero worship—and wishing for a loving father.
Claire is grateful to Marc, but her feelings go much deeper than that. Despite
her fears of emotional ties, Marc is prepared to do whatever it takes to win
Claire over.
But Claire’s controlling ex-husband was a doctor. Can she take a
chance on another “professional” man who’s used to making the decisions in
life? Marc says he loves her, but can he respect her and treat her as a life
partner? Is there any hope for a Yuletide miracle that will see all their
CHRISTMAS WISHES come true?
EXCERPT
Claire sipped her pumpkin spiced coffee and licked a
drop of whipped cream from her upper lip. She should be home, starting the
mayor’s quilt, but couldn’t face an empty house. Instead, she came to Moose-ley
Coffee and treated herself to an afternoon snack. Even though she sat
alone at one of the small tables she didn’t feel alone with the few others in
the cafe. The atmosphere was welcoming and friendly.
Grace would enjoy a hot chocolate. Maybe
she’d remain in the coffee shop until school let out, order a snack for her
daughter, and they could go home together.
“Mind if I join you for a moment?”
She looked up to find a stranger beside
her table, his hand on the chair opposite hers. His dark brown hair looked
wind- tossed with a lock hanging down his brow. His blue eyes pierced her with
an intensity filled with sadness. Scruff covered his square jaw and outlined
his full lips.
Cool and congratulations! Doris
ReplyDeleteThank you, Doris. It's a privilege to be part of this group!
DeleteGreat story--I love these Men of Maine books of yours, Di!
ReplyDeleteI love that you love them ;) Recently I made a wreath to raise funds for a local volunteer fire dept. I made "ornaments" from the covers of my books, along with some handmade ones, and featured book #2 of my series. I heard a lot of the women at the event wanted to know where to look to find these men. :)
ReplyDeleteThe set-up for this story is so ideal and warm. So many of us city gals dream of living in a small town where everybody knows who you are. And, oh my word, your hero seems to be a yummy hunk. Just sayin'...
ReplyDeleteI wish you great success with CHRISTMAS WISHES, Diana!
Yay! Another story in this series. Best wishes and congratulations!!!!
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