Martha, the youngest of the three Hostettler sisters, is concerned about the continuous attacks being made on her Amish family. When the suspected culprit turns out to be Luke Friesen—the man she loves—Martha decides to play detective. What will the search for truth cost her? Luke Friesen seems to have taken the wrong path in life and now hangs out with rowdy Englishers. With a definite motive and a myriad of methods, Luke looks guilty as sin. Will one woman’s hope in his innocence be enough to bring the real criminal to justice? Does their love have a fighting chance?

Ar-ou-ou! Ar-ou-ou! Piercing howls roused Martha Hostettler from her sleep, and she rolled over in bed. Ar-ou-ou! Ar-ou-ou! There it was again. That couldn’t be Polly. The beagle had a high-pitched howl, not deep and penetrating. Polly’s mate, Beau, must be making that awful noise. Martha turned on the flashlight she kept on the nightstand and pointed the light at her battery-operated clock. It was three o’clock. None of Martha’s dogs ever barked or howled during the night unless something was amiss...Click Here to Read More

Forced to betray England or never see her brother again, Dominique Dawson is sent to London to become the governess for the son of a Rear Admiral in the Royal Navy. Her mission is to acquire intelligence information for Napoleon. Will Dominique find the courage to betray her homeland? Widower Chase Randal at first abhors Dominique’s weak nature and almost dismisses the new governess. But as the days pass, he finds himself drawn to the gentle mademoiselle. Is there a future for the spy and the rear admiral? Or will Dominique’s deception cost them their love—and their lives?

Dominique Celine Dawson stepped off the teetering plank of the ship and sought the comfort of solid land beneath her feet, knowing that as she did, she instantly became a traitor to England. Thanking the purser, she released his hand with a forced smile.

He tipped his hat and handed her the small embroidered valise containing all her worldly possessions. “Looks like rain,” he called back over his shoulder as he headed up the gangway.

Black clouds swirled above her, stealing all light from the midmorning sun. A gust of wind clawed at her bonnet. Passengers and sailors unloading cargo collided with her from all directions. she stepped aside, testing her wobbly legs. Although she’d just boarded the ship from Calais, France, to Dover that morning, her legs quivered nearly as much as her heart. she hated sailing. What an embarrassment she must have been to her father, an admiral in the british Royal navy...Click Here to Read More

Schoolmarm Grace Calhoun has her work cut out for her with the Reeves boys—five malicious monsters of mayhem who are making her life miserable. Things couldn’t get any worse...or could they? When widower Daniel Reeves, happy in his all-male world, stops at the general store for supplies, he unwittingly totes home a wagonload of trouble. How did Grace—the one woman Daniel can’t stand—wind up unconscious and in his care? When, come daybreak, a wedding is forced upon these two unwilling participants, an avalanche isn’t the only danger facing them in Calico Canyon. How will these reluctant newlyweds ever survive to fall in love?

The Five Horsemen of the Apocalypse rode in. Late as usual.

Grace Calhoun was annoyed with their tardiness at the same time she wished they’d never come back from the noon recess.

They shoved their way into their desks, yelling and wrestling as if they were in a hurry. No doubt they were. They couldn’t begin tormenting her until they sat down, now, could they?

Grace Calhoun clenched her jaw to stop herself from nagging. Early in the school year, she’d realized that her scolding amused them and, worse yet, inspired them. To think she’d begged their father to send his boys to school.

Her gaze locked on Mark Reeves. She knew that look. The glint in his eyes told her he was planning...something...awful. Grace shuddered...Click Here to Read More

Rachel Donovan dreams of building a healing complex. The only thing standing in her way is Shady Grove’s zoning laws. But by helping the town coordinate its centennial celebration, Rachel’s hoping the town will, in turn, help her. Unfortunately, she keeps butting heads with Jack Westwood—a bull-headed cowboy and fellow committee member. Can Rachel fight off her unwanted attraction to this obstinate rancher while pulling off a spectacular centennial celebration? Jack has vowed to settle down in Shady Grove. Only problem is, there’s one little filly he can’t seem to tame. Can Jack win Rachel’s love, or will he wind up becoming the lone rancher?

Babies complicate life, but the human race can’t survive without them. Maybe I should write that on the dry erase board out in the waiting room—Dr. Rachel Donovan’s Profound Thought for the Day.

Ever notice how some months are all about weddings? When you turn on the TV or pick up a magazine, everything is white tulle and old lace. Then there are what I think of as baby months. Unlike June and December for weddings, baby months can pop up anytime.

And here in Shady Grove, Arkansas—just in time for summer, when the irises are pushing up from the ground, the new leaves are green on the trees, and the crepe myrtles are starting to bloom—we’re smack dab in the middle of a baby month....Click Here to Read More