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Living a life of faith isn’t going the way Logan and Karen hoped until some special visitors arrive and offer them their future back.
Karen Millerson dreamed of teaching high school but now finds herself boarding with a farm family and teaching country school. She is engaged to marry Logan De Witt and is getting prepared to share in ministry with him. But when she gets blamed for the tragic fire at the school, Karen’s future grows uncertain. Logan De Witt is working to clear his family’s name with the bank. But when he breaks his leg, hindering his ability to work the farm, Logan is faced with life-changing decisions. When his best friend can’t offer the help he requested, can Logan find a way to care for his family and court Karen at the same time before his love for her destroys all of them?
Christian Historical Romance
Paperback & ebook, 290 Pages November 19th 2019 by Mantle Rock Publishing |
Other Books in the Series
Excerpt from
Promise For Tomorrow
After a few moments Mama murmured, “Oh, my goodness.” Her gaze returned to him. Joy radiated on her face. “You’ve gone and fallen in love with our own dear, sweet Karen, haven’t you?”
Logan bit his lip. Never in his wildest dreams did he see things coming to this. Mama really should mind her own business more often.
“This is tremendous!”
Apparently no answer form him meant a “yes” in his household.
“How long have you known?”
Mama always did have a way of pressing him into honesty. Boy, he wasn’t ready to expose the depths of his love for Karen. Not here. Not yet. Mama deserved to know, but not over a mundane meal of soup. And not while he was still in a cast. And certainly not while he still slept in the house. Couldn’t Mama at least wait to get curious until he and Karen had a few more details worked out?
Logan puffed out his cheeks with the breath he’d been holding. “Too long.” That about summed up all his struggles.
“Does Karen know?”
Oh, yes. Karen knew. He’d kissed her passionately enough the night he proposed to leave no question. He nodded.
Mama smiled wide. “Does anyone else know?”
“I hope not.”
Mama’s happiness faded. “You aren’t excited. Is something wrong?”
Logan paused. His hand trembled as he held his spoonful of soup midair. A bit of soup spilled over the edge and splashed into the bowl below like a trapeze artist from a circus he’d seen one summer while in seminary. The poor man had failed to maintain his precarious posture on the tightrope. Like Logan right now with Mama. He dropped the entire spoon and remaining helping of soup into his bowl with a clang. Impatience threatened to hijack his voice. “Mama. Karen shares my address, my kitchen table, and even my . . . my . . .” As much as it convicted him, Logan must spit it out. “Even my . . . my . . . up . . . upstairs.”
The Lord may not have spared Logan from stuttering, but he’d sure saved Logan in other ways. Praise God for the small graces of the heavy cast that prevented his occupancy of the room directly across the hall from Karen’s. Wow. This must be how the person in First Corinthians chapter three felt after barely surviving the flames of refining fire.
Logan’s mind spun with all the potential hazards available to him if he’d remained uninjured and whole. In those places where Logan would’ve been unable to hang on to his honor, the Lord had protected him in the form of that itchy, clumsy cast. But the battle still wasn’t completely won. As long as Logan resided in the house, temptation lurked.
Logan bit his lip. Never in his wildest dreams did he see things coming to this. Mama really should mind her own business more often.
“This is tremendous!”
Apparently no answer form him meant a “yes” in his household.
“How long have you known?”
Mama always did have a way of pressing him into honesty. Boy, he wasn’t ready to expose the depths of his love for Karen. Not here. Not yet. Mama deserved to know, but not over a mundane meal of soup. And not while he was still in a cast. And certainly not while he still slept in the house. Couldn’t Mama at least wait to get curious until he and Karen had a few more details worked out?
Logan puffed out his cheeks with the breath he’d been holding. “Too long.” That about summed up all his struggles.
“Does Karen know?”
Oh, yes. Karen knew. He’d kissed her passionately enough the night he proposed to leave no question. He nodded.
Mama smiled wide. “Does anyone else know?”
“I hope not.”
Mama’s happiness faded. “You aren’t excited. Is something wrong?”
Logan paused. His hand trembled as he held his spoonful of soup midair. A bit of soup spilled over the edge and splashed into the bowl below like a trapeze artist from a circus he’d seen one summer while in seminary. The poor man had failed to maintain his precarious posture on the tightrope. Like Logan right now with Mama. He dropped the entire spoon and remaining helping of soup into his bowl with a clang. Impatience threatened to hijack his voice. “Mama. Karen shares my address, my kitchen table, and even my . . . my . . .” As much as it convicted him, Logan must spit it out. “Even my . . . my . . . up . . . upstairs.”
The Lord may not have spared Logan from stuttering, but he’d sure saved Logan in other ways. Praise God for the small graces of the heavy cast that prevented his occupancy of the room directly across the hall from Karen’s. Wow. This must be how the person in First Corinthians chapter three felt after barely surviving the flames of refining fire.
Logan’s mind spun with all the potential hazards available to him if he’d remained uninjured and whole. In those places where Logan would’ve been unable to hang on to his honor, the Lord had protected him in the form of that itchy, clumsy cast. But the battle still wasn’t completely won. As long as Logan resided in the house, temptation lurked.
Michelle De Bruin
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Michelle De Bruin lives in Iowa with her husband and two teenage sons. She has a bachelor’s degree in Religion with a Christian Ministry emphasis, and in Music. Michelle is the spiritual services provider for an organization that offers services for people with mental and physical disabilities. She has been a member of American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) since 2015. Michelle writes inspirational historical romance about people who live in rural communities. Characters that bring to life the delights of farm and small-town living, whispers of Dutch heritage, and Christian faith make Michelle’s stories distinct. A romantic at heart, Michelle is always on the lookout for glimpses of God’s love through the window of a good story. Her first book, Hope for Tomorrow, released in 2018. The sequel, Promise for Tomorrow, released November 2019.
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