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Thursday, June 18, 2015


Brandilyn Collins has this tremendous talent for dragging you into a story and not letting go. I mean, she won't even let go when the story ends. Even as you draw a breath of relief that the hero and heroine made it all the way to the end unscathed, she's leaving you wanting these characters to come back to life like they were a few minutes before. Now I'm an addict hollering for more. Thanks, Brandilyn.

Jessie Carlton vowed she would finish her mother's life work after her mom's life was cut short by a senseless traffic accident. Jessie's mom believed God had given her so much that all she could give would never be good enough. Never good enough. The words rang through the rest of Jessie's time in high school and through college. She would go back to that same Hope Center in Cincinnati where her mother gave her time so generously, She had served the Lord and the people in that center selflessly--serving meals, reading to the children, even bringing home some who needed a warm place to sleep. Jessie would continue her mother's work.

She had gone to live with her Aunt Eva and Uncle Frank in Bradleyville, a small town that owed everything to the mill that employed most of the employable people living there. After she graduated from college, Jessie went back to Bradleyville to wait until the fall when she'd be going to work for Hope Center. She already had the promise of a position, and she could hardly wait for August! She could go back and work for the poor like her mother had.

But life has a way of happening when you least expect (or want) it to. Life in the form of a tall handsome man with dark chocolate eyes--Lee Harding--who was swiftly sweeping her off her feet. And the town founder's son, Thomas Bradley, now retired and letting everyone know about the medals he won in Korea and WWII. Oh--and he and another of the town's patriarchs, Jake Lewellyn, constantly tried to best each other over, of all things, a marble. And then there was Lee's little sister, deserted by her husband and expecting a baby any day.

Most of all, there was the mill. After decades of pouring their lives into their work, the employees wanted a small raise. The owner repeatedly and unreasonably said "no." A strike loomed--a violent one. Lee was in the middle of it. And Jessie hated violence of any nature. She must leave. But God might have another idea.

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