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James Cameron, a minister who runs a mission in Central America, has decided to spend the holidays in Cape Light. But when his car collides with another car, a hint of trouble befalls this close-knit community. No one is hurt, but out-of-towner Leigh Baxter is forced to stay in town until her car is fixed. What she doesn’t expect, however, is that the charm of this beautiful seaside hamlet and its citizens will soon win her over—and that she will fall in love with James, who has so generously welcomed her into ...

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James Cameron, a minister who runs a mission in Central America, has decided to spend the holidays in Cape Light. But when his car collides with another car, a hint of trouble befalls this close-knit community. No one is hurt, but out-of-towner Leigh Baxter is forced to stay in town until her car is fixed. What she doesn’t expect, however, is that the charm of this beautiful seaside hamlet and its citizens will soon win her over—and that she will fall in love with James, who has so generously welcomed her into his life. But will James accept Leigh in his heart once her dark secrets come to light? In the meantime, Jessica and Sam Morgan’s relationship is put to the test. More than anything else this Christmas, they want a baby to call their own. But soon they’ll discover that life’s most precious gifts often come in unexpected packages...

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Editorial Reviews

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In Thomas Kinkade's fifth faith-based novel, the townspeople of Cape Light have a special guest for Christmas. Rev. James McDougal has left his Central American mission to work with Rev. Ben and spend his holidays with this warm-hearted community. His plans hit a bump when his car suffers a collision during a snowstorm. Nobody is serious hurt, but Leigh Baxter, the other driver, is forced to stay in the village until her car is repaired. Attempting to evade a troubled past, she extends her stay and becomes infatuated with the compassionate missionary. Eventually, she faces a crisis: Will James reject her because of her dark secrets? A precious Christmas gift of a novel.
Publishers Weekly
A pregnant woman finds love after fleeing from her abusive ex-husband in this syrupy holiday concoction from Kinkade and Spencer, which is set in Kinkade's familiar New England locale of Cape Light, Mass. Leigh Baxter has a jarring first encounter with the idyllic coastal village when her trip through a snow storm leads to a collision with the local minister, James Cameron, a missionary who has returned home from Nicaragua to recover from malaria. Cameron finds Baxter a place to stay with his landlady while her car is repaired, and initially Baxter sticks to her story about being newly widowed. But her trip was actually triggered by her ex-husband, Martin Garret, a corrupt, brutal corporate mogul who abused her during their marriage and promised to use his wealth and power to get custody of their child. Cameron and Baxter's budding romance is as predictable as the lyrics of a Christmas carol, but the narrative pace turns positively glacial once Baxter settles in town as the local doctor's receptionist. A few ineffective subplots fill in the gaps until Garret's detective tracks down Baxter, and she must tell Cameron her real story. The cast of characters is engaging and well-drawn, but the combination of leaden, generic scenes and a formulaic story line make this the literary equivalent of a holiday fruitcake in February: sweet but stale. (Oct. 5) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780515141719
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 9/26/2006
  • Series: Cape Light Series , #5
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 631,900
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.80 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Thomas Kinkade is America's most collected artist, a painter-communicator whose tranquil, light-infused paintings bring hope and joy to millions each year.

Katherine Spencer was a fiction editor before turning to a full-time career as a writer. The author of more than 20 books, she lives with her husband and daughter.

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Chapter One

The house was dark, deserted looking, except for a small square of light in an upstairs window. Her mother's bedroom.

So she's taken to her bed. Pulling out all the stops tonight, isn't she? Emily Warwick unlocked the door, then clicked on the lights in the foyer. Her mother kept the house so dark, it was a wonder she didn't fall and break a hip.

"Emily, is that you?" Lillian called from upstairs.

"Yes, Mother. Who else would it be?" Emily climbed the stairs to the second floor and headed for the master bedroom.

"No reason to be snide," Lillian scolded.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be." Emily entered the room, then paused at the foot of her mother's bed.

The scene was just as she'd pictured it: her mother propped up on pillows, wearing her satin-trimmed bed jacket and a dismal expression. Despite her height and large frame, Lillian looked small and frail. The mahogany four-poster was actually too large for the room, as was most of her mother's furniture. The pieces, taken from Lilac Hall when their family was forced to leave, were better suited to grander surroundings.

As was her mother, Emily reflected.

"Did you bring the pills?"

"Right here." Emily showed her the white bag from the pharmacy. "But the doctor said to take them only if you definitely had a migraine. The medication is very strong."

Lillian shifted against the pillows. "Of course it's a migraine. I ought to know after all these years."

Emily studied her. Maybe this wasn't an act after all, a convenient emergency designed to make Emily miss her sister's engagement party. Maybe the strain of opposing Jessica's choice in a husband was finally getting to her.

"You're all dressed up tonight. Am I keeping you from something?" Lillian said.

"You know where I'm going." Emily glanced at her watch as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"And I'm nearly an hour late already. Jessica must be wondering what happened to me."

"Oh, yes. The happy couple is celebrating their engagement." Lillian drew out the last word on a sour note. "I'd almost forgotten."

"Yes, I'm sure you did." Emily cast her a doubtful look.

"Your sister is throwing her life away, you know. All she's achieved so far, all she could achieve. She could marry anyone. But no, she picks out some muscle-bound, empty-headed laborer-"

"That's enough," Emily cut in. "You don't even know Sam Morgan. He's a good man."

"Good for someone else's daughter. Not mine! Not after what I went through to raise both of you. To give you every opportunity to rise above the rest of the world's mediocrity."

Lillian's voice trembled on a sharp, high note, and her cheeks grew flushed.

"Calm down, Mother. I already know how you feel about it-"

"Don't you tell me to calm down. I know you played a part in this love match, Emily. I know you encouraged your sister to marry him, so don't deny it."

Yes, she had encouraged Jessica, sometimes feeling as if she were in a mortal battle for her sister's soul-or for Jessica's future happiness, at the very least. Bitter experience had taught Emily the cost of giving in to their mother's imperious will. She knew she couldn't change the past, but she hoped and prayed that Jessica wouldn't make the same mistake she had, giving up the one thing that mattered to her most in the world.

"Why would I deny it?" Emily replied, unfazed. "Jessica and Sam love each other and belong together."

"Please, spare me. You sound like the back cover of a novel." Lillian looked disgusted.

Emily bit back a retort. What was the point of arguing? There was no winning this round. Besides, she reminded herself, the Lord asks us to have patience, even when it isn't easy. Especially when it isn't.

"Let's just drop it, Mother. This conversation isn't going anywhere."

"You know I'm right. You just won't admit it," Lillian challenged her, unwilling to back down. "Do you think it was easy for me after your father died? Salvaging what I could? Making a new life for you and your sister? And finally, old and sick and looking to my daughters for some comfort, this is the thanks I get. Mrs. Sam Morgan," she concluded bitterly. "I could almost laugh if I didn't feel like crying."

An idle threat, Emily thought. She couldn't recall the last time she'd seen her mother cry. But clearly her mother was overwrought; her blood pressure was probably shooting up to a dangerous height.

"I'll get you some water for these pills," Emily said, getting to her feet. She returned a few moments later with a glass of water.

Lillian took the medication, then sank back into the pillows with a deep sigh.

"Can I get you anything else? Something to eat maybe?" Emily offered.

"I'm not hungry. In fact, my stomach is quite upset. I couldn't eat a thing. I thought you said this prescription was strong. I don't feel a thing."

"It should take effect soon." Emily sat on the edge of the bed again. Lillian's eyes slowly closed, and her breathing became slow and deep. Emily thought she had drifted off when her mother suddenly said, "How is your campaign coming along? I don't hear much about it."

"It's only September. Things won't really heat up for another month or so. Most people think I've done a pretty good job, and Charlie Bates doesn't have much to run on."

Emily had been elected mayor of Cape Light three years ago, which was still a source of great pride for her mother. If she didn't win again, Emily knew her mother would be very disappointed. Maybe even more than she would be.

"Well, don't rest on your laurels," Lillian advised. "Charlie Bates is despicable. But there are plenty of fools in this village who will vote for him, just to spite our family."

"I think Charlie appeals to a certain group of voters in town," Emily allowed. "But I don't think it has much to do with our family. That's ancient history, Mother. Nobody thinks about it anymore."

"Of course they do. You just don't want to see it, Emily. You've always been that way. You never want to think badly of people. Just like your father."

Unlike you, Mother. You never miss an opportunity. Emily let out a long breath, gathering her patience again.

"What about church tomorrow? Will you be up to it?" Emily asked.

"I don't know. I'll have to see how I feel." Lillian sat up and adjusted the covers. "Sara Franklin said she might stop by. She picked up a book I had on reserve at the library."

"Very thoughtful of her."

"She's a thoughtful girl. Full of opinions, though, especially when it comes to books. She'll argue with me until the cows come home."

"Yes, I've noticed. Good for her," Emily said with a small smile.

She liked Sara very much and was grateful for the attention the young woman showed to her mother. It was an unexpected friendship, but somehow, it worked. Seemingly shy, Sara was not the least bit cowed by Lillian's formidable personality.

Emily stole a secret glance at her watch and nearly gasped when she noticed the time. Poor Jessica. She'll think I've forgotten her.

"Is there anything else you need?" she asked, standing up. "I really have to get over to the party. It's getting late." When her mother didn't reply, Emily added, "I promised Jessica. She'll be very disappointed if I don't come."

"Yes, of course. We don't dare disappoint Jessica." Lillian glared at Emily, then turned her face away. "Don't worry about me. I'll survive," she added in a tight voice.

Emily knew she was being manipulated but still felt a twinge of guilt at her mother's wounded expression. "I'll stop by on my way home."

"Don't bother. You'll only wake me, probably give me cardiac arrest from the shock. I'll think a burglar is breaking in."

"Oh, Mother, really." Emily shook her head with a small smile. "I can't remember the last time anyone was robbed around here. You couldn't be safer."

"Of course you'd say that. You're the mayor," Lillian retorted. "I'm just an old woman, an invalid practically, all alone in a big house. Which reminds me, I need you to take my pearl necklace back to the bank. You know I don't like to keep good jewelry at home. It's in the bottom drawer of my dresser."

"Oh . . . all right." Emily stepped over to the dresser and found the jewelry case tucked under a pile of slips and nightgowns. The scent of lavender sachet-her mother's scent-floated up and surrounded her for a moment.

With the dark blue velvet box in hand, she turned to face her mother again. "Why don't you ask Jessica to take it back? She's at the bank every day."

"Because I asked you. If you're too busy to do it, simply say so and I'll ask someone else."

The necklace was among her mother's most treasured possessions, a family heirloom that had first belonged to her great-grandmother. Lillian had always promised her daughters that they would each wear the pearl necklace on their wedding day, and eventually one of them would inherit it to pass it down to her children.

Now the family tradition was taking an ironic twist, Emily realized. For, in fact, her mother had not worn the pearls on her wedding day because she had married against her parents' wishes. When the pearls had eventually come into her possession, Lillian had held them out to her daughters like the ultimate prize, the prize she had been denied.

And now the family history was about to repeat itself.

"You're not going to let Jessica wear the necklace at her wedding, are you?" Emily asked her mother.

"No, I will not. If she doesn't need my approval or my blessing to be married, so be it. I won't be attending the event, and I see no reason why she should wear the pearls."

Of course, it was a punishment, Emily realized. She was punishing Jessica the same way she had been punished by her parents.

"But she does want your approval and your blessings, Mother," Emily assured her. "You know she does."

"She has an odd way of showing it, then. Very odd, if you ask me." Her mother met Emily's gaze with a hard, determined stare, then turned back to her book again. "If you're going, Emily, just go. You've badgered me enough for one evening."

Emily felt so frustrated, she could hardly speak. Only Lillian Warwick could be so completely impossible and yet manage to cast herself as the injured party.

"All right, good night, then," Emily said, keeping her voice level. She put the jewelry case in her purse and slipped the strap over her shoulder. "If you need me, call the cell phone number. I'll have it in my purse."

"How up-to-date of you," her mother remarked in a dry tone. She did not say good night.

Emily drove down Providence Street, then through the back streets of the village until she emerged on the Beach Road. As she headed toward Sam Morgan's house, her mother's harsh vow echoed in her thoughts. Would she really ignore Jessica's wedding? That would be extreme, even for Lillian; and it would hurt Jessica terribly. Although Jessica had never said it outright, Emily knew her sister was counting on her to help wear down Lillian's objections-at the very least, to persuade their mother to attend the ceremony.

I didn't do so well tonight, did I? I'll have to have more patience the next time. Jessica and Sam haven't even set the date yet. Mother will come around in time, I hope. . . .

Emily took a quick, sharp turn onto the narrow dirt road that led to Sam's house-that "rundown shack in the woods" her mother had once called it. It was actually a lovely old house on a beautiful piece of land, near a pond. It was abandoned when Sam bought it from the bank at auction a few years ago. Most people would have knocked it down and built something new on the property. But Sam saw its potential and had the know-how and skill to restore it.

Now she felt her spirits lift at the sight of the charming old house. Every window was glowing with light, the large downstairs rooms filled with movement and life. The doors were open to the cool autumn night, and the sounds of happy voices, laughter, and music floated out to embrace her like a warm, familiar hug.

Emily stepped inside and found that the rooms to either side of the small entrance were crowded with guests, most of them familiar faces. Carolyn Lewis, the Reverend Ben's wife, was standing nearby, talking with Grace Hegman, owner of the Bramble Shop, an antique store in town.

Emily was about to join them when she spotted her sister across the room, talking with the Reverend Ben. Jessica's fiancŽ, Sam, stood close by, his arm loosely draped around Jessica's shoulders. When Jessica spoke, Sam turned and glanced down at her, his dark eyes shining, as if Jessica was the most precious and amazing treasure in the world. There was clearly so much love between them, it made Emily's heart ache.

Her sister looked beautiful tonight in a sapphire blue satin top and loose black pants. Her long curly hair hung loose past her shoulders, one side pushed back by a glittering clip. Although Jessica was fairly tall, she looked almost petite standing beside Sam, whose dark good looks seemed a perfect contrast to Jessica's reddish-brown hair and fair complexion. They looked so happy, so right together. How could anyone object to that match? Emily wondered.

Jessica suddenly turned and caught sight of Emily. She smiled, her blue eyes wide with relief, and quickly moved through the crowd toward her.

"Sorry I'm so late. I got hung up at Mother's," Emily explained as she greeted Jessica with a hug.

"I thought it was something like that. Is she all right?" Jessica asked, taking Emily's coat.

"Just a headache. I brought her some pills. She seemed fine when I left."

"Oh . . . well, that's good." Jessica met Emily's gaze, then looked away. Emily knew Jessica had hoped that their mother would change her mind at the last minute and come to the party.

Emily handed her the two gift boxes she was carrying. "Some presents. This one is for you and Sam, for your engagement, and this is for your new house."

Jessica's smile brightened again as she took both boxes in her arms. "Emily, you didn't have to get us anything."

"Of course I did, silly. I bought both at the Bramble, so you can exchange them if they aren't right."

"I'm sure they'll be perfect," Jessica said. "Let me put these down, and I'll get you something to drink."

"Oh, I can help myself. You must have things to do. I'll find you later," Emily promised.

"The drinks and hors d'oeuvres are over there." Jessica nodded toward a long table against the windows. She turned and headed in the opposite direction. "If you see Sam around, tell him he needs to come help."

"I'll tell him," Emily answered, thinking with amusement that Jessica already sounded very married.

"There you are, Em. I knew you'd make it sooner or later." Emily turned to see her good friend, Betty Bowman. "Let me guess," Betty said. "Your mother called with a last-minute emergency?"

"Of course. What else?" Emily replied with a grin. "Lillian is nothing if not reliable."

"At least you got here. I think Jessica was starting to worry," Betty confided. She smiled at Emily with an appraising glance. "That color looks great on you. New dress?"

"Yes, it is. Thanks."

The plum-colored wrap dress wasn't Emily's usual style, but the saleswoman had pressed her to try it. The simple lines suited her slim figure, and the rich color brought out her blue eyes and short, reddish-brown hair.

"I found a great sale up in Newburyport," Emily told her. "At that boutique at the end of Lowell Street."

"They've got great stuff," Betty agreed. "And you probably need things for the campaign now, with all the appearances and socializing, I mean. How's it going so far?"

"It's a bit early to tell. As well as can be expected, I guess."

"I know you'll win it, Emily, but I'm thinking of joining your reelection committee. I'd like to help if I can."

Emily was touched by the offer. "Thanks, Betty. Are you sure you can spare the time?"

"I always manage. Besides, you know how I feel about Charlie Bates," she added quietly.

"So I consider it a good investment of time."

Every inch a businesswoman, that was Betty, Emily realized. Time was a valuable commodity to be invested carefully for a good return.

"We'll be lucky to have you. Warren Oakes is the chairperson this year. I'll let him know you're joining up."

"Have him call me at the office, and I'll get up to speed. Oh . . . there's Dan." Betty's gaze suddenly shifted across the room and settled on Dan Forbes. "I need to speak with him about something. I'll catch you later, Em."

As Betty crossed the room, Emily noticed that her friend looked terrific in a slim-fitting red wool suit and black heels, her blond hair barely brushing her shoulders in a smart blunt cut. Betty was a hometown girl, who had left New England for many years before recently returning with her teenage son. But she'd never lost the aura of the most popular girl in high school-head cheerleader, even class president their senior year.

Was Betty dating Dan? Emily wondered. Betty hadn't mentioned it, but as she watched them now, talking intently, she wondered. Tall, with dark blond hair gone partly gray, Dan was attractive, Emily had to admit. Jogging and sailing kept him lean and fit. His work as owner and editor in chief of The Messenger, the town's local newspaper, kept his wit sharp, his conversation lively and challenging. Emily could see why Betty would like him, why most single women her age would, herself included.

But I'm not included, Emily chided herself. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that relationships just didn't work out for her. Long ago she'd given up even trying. She had too much baggage, too much unfinished business, too many regrets that quickly smothered the spark of anything new.

Deliberately turning away from Betty and Dan, Emily went over to the table of appetizers and began making a careful selection.

"No stuffed mushrooms, dear?" Sophie Potter asked, appearing at Emily's side. "I made them myself."

"In that case, I'll take two." Emily added the mushrooms to her plate, then smiled at Sophie as she took a bite. "Delicious, as usual."

"Thank you, dear. I added a little something different this time. Not that I can tell you what, mind you," she warned.

"Of course not. I wouldn't dream of asking," Emily replied around a mouthful. Sophie Potter was the finest cook for miles around, certainly in the village of Cape Light. Notoriously secretive about her recipes, she claimed she was writing a cookbook, though Emily had heard Sophie say that ever since she was a little girl. Emily had a soft spot for Sophie. She and her husband, Gus, had gone out of their way to show kindness and sympathy to the Warwicks during their trouble, Emily recalled, unlike many others in town who seemed almost pleased to see her father disgraced and their prominent family brought down. While her mother had never really acknowledged Sophie's generous spirit, Emily considered her a dear old friend.

"I'm glad your sister finally came to her senses and decided to marry Sam Morgan," Sophie confided. "If it's meant to be, it's meant to be. You can't fight love, no matter how you try. Like Gus and me," she added, nodding sagely.

"Where is Gus?" Emily asked, gazing around.

"Oh, didn't you hear? Gus is sick. Doctor says it's bronchitis now." Sophie shook her head.

"That's too bad. I'm so sorry. How is he feeling?"

"Not his best. But it's his spirits being low as much as anything. He feels his age finally catching up, I guess." Sophie sighed, her mouth set in a thin, tight line. "I'm just praying to get through the picking season and then the winter. When the spring comes, we'll have to see what we're going to do, I guess."

Emily knew she meant that they might give up the orchard. It was such a sad prospect, it was hard to say outright. For Emily it was impossible to imagine the village without Potter Orchard. But it was doubtful that the Potters would find a buyer for the place who would keep it unchanged. Emily knew that Betty often got calls from developers who had their eye on the land.

"Well, a lot can happen between now and spring," Emily said encouragingly.

"Quite so, dear," Sophie agreed, her expression a bit brighter. "And none of us knows what the good Lord has in store for us, do we?"

"That's the one thing that seems certain," Emily agreed wryly. She could never have imagined the course her own life had taken, so different from her dreams and plans. Just then Jessica came toward them, carrying a platter of poached salmon. "I guess this can fit here," she said to Sam's sister, Molly Willoughby, who followed close behind carrying a platter of ham.

"I'll put the ham here, then," Molly said.

"I'll put the turkey on the end," Joe Morgan, Sam's father, added as he brushed by with another huge platter.

His wife, Marie, a small dark-haired woman with Sam's dark eyes, marched past with a large bowl of green salad and smiled a greeting at Emily.

"Can I help?" Emily asked.

"I think we've got it covered," Jessica replied. She looked back at the table and seemed to be checking off a list in her mind. "Roasted potatoes . . . I must have left them in the oven."

"Don't worry, I'll get them," Molly offered, turning back toward the kitchen with a rueful shake of her head. "Crisp-but-not-forgotten potatoes, I guess we'll call them," Emily heard her mutter under her breath.

Emily noticed Marie step up to her husband and pat his shoulder as he hovered over the platters. A professional chef, Joe couldn't resist arranging each tray just so. "Come on, Joe," Marie said. "Everything looks beautiful. Let the people have their dinner."

"All right. I give up." Joe turned to his wife and future daughter-in-law, his hands lifted in surrender. "Let them at it."

"Everything does look great," Jessica praised. "Thank you both so much," she added, turning to Joe and then Marie. "I could never have done this alone." It was true, too, Emily knew. It was nice to see that Sam's family had gotten so involved. Whatever reservations they might have had about the match-and Emily knew even Sam's warmhearted parents had harbored a few-the Morgans seemed to accept Jessica as part of the family simply because Sam loved her so much. How different they were from her mother, Emily reflected unhappily.

"Everything looks perfect, Jessica," Emily assured her. "The food, the flowers, the candles all around. Too bad-" Too bad Mother didn't come, she was about to say. Then caught herself. She didn't want to bring down Jessica's buoyant mood.

"Too bad . . . what?" Jessica stared at her, questioning.

"Too bad I couldn't get here sooner, to help you. Why don't you show me the house?" Emily said, wanting to distract her. "I haven't been here for weeks, and you two have obviously done a lot of work since then."

"Sure, let's go upstairs first," Jessica said, leading the way through her guests.

Emily followed her up the L-shaped staircase. "This banister is gorgeous," Emily commented, running her hand along the smooth polished wood.

"Thanks, but it's only halfway done, see?" Jessica pointed out the spot where the finished wood ended. "There are still so many bigger things to work on, I get distracted."

"It may take years before you're really finished renovating this house," Emily remarked as they reached the top of the staircase.

"Please. Don't remind me," Jessica said with a laugh. "Sometimes I worry that Sam and I will be married, and we'll still be living in our own apartments because this place will still be a complete mess."

Emily met her sister's eye and smiled. She knew how organized and particular her sister could be, her efficient personality well suited to working in a bank. Moving into this work-in-progress was a stretch for her. But that's part of getting married, Emily reflected, being willing to stretch your boundaries for the sake of the one you love.

"Sounds like I should have gotten you a framed copy of The Serenity Prayer," Emily teased as she followed Jessica to the center hall at the top of the stairs.

"Believe me, I already know it by heart." Jessica opened a nearby door and turned on the light, a bare bulb that hung by some wires from the ceiling.

"We haven't done much with this spare room. Just built a big closet on that wall. It could be a guest room, we thought . . . or a nursery," she added, glancing quickly at her sister.

The image of her own child rose in Emily's mind, the baby she'd been forced to give up for adoption more than twenty years ago. The memory brought a stab of pain, and she forced it away.

"Our bedroom is just about done," Jessica said, leading the way toward a larger room at the front of the house. "All we have to do to it is paint-if we can ever agree on the color."

"This is great." Emily gazed around, admiring the large room. The woodwork and floors were beautifully refinished, and a set of large French doors in the center of one wall lent an elegant, graceful touch.

"Sam finally fixed the balcony," Jessica added, opening the doors and stepping outside. "Here, take a look."

Emily gazed out at the surrounding woods, then up at the starry sky, and took a deep breath. The September night air was pleasantly cool and smelled like fallen leaves and wood smoke. "Oh, this is fantastic. I bet you'll love sitting out here, just looking at the stars."

"We already do," Jessica confided with a small smile.

Emily could just imagine it. She felt happy for her sister. Truly happy. But she felt a pang of sadness for herself as well.

She was alone and would always be, it seemed. Taking care of her mother, carrying on in her job, going to church-those duties filled her life. There was no husband or children in her future. The role of adoring aunt is the best I can hope for now, Emily told herself as she followed Jessica back inside.

"What about those other rooms across the hall?" Emily asked, shrugging off her dark thoughts.

"Oh, there's not much to see yet. I'm going to turn one into an office for myself, I think. But that's last on our list right now. We just want to get the main rooms ready in time. Oh, for goodness' sake. I never told you." Jessica pressed her hand to her cheek, her eyes wide. "We finally settled on our date. It's November nineteenth," she announced excitedly. "We found a really nice inn in Southport. It's right on the water, and even Sam's father approves of the food."

"But that's just ten weeks away," Emily said, a little startled.

"I know. That's the only date they had free for the next six months, so we grabbed it. Luckily Reverend Ben had the date open, too. Maybe you can go over there with me next week and take a look, help me figure things out? They have so many questions. . . . I was pretty overwhelmed," Jessica confessed. "And Sam doesn't have much interest in the small details."

"Of course I can go. I'd love to help plan the party," Emily gave Jessica's hand a squeeze.

Jessica had already asked her to be the maid of honor, and while Emily wanted to do anything she could to help her sister, they both knew that planning the reception was something Jessica should be doing with their mother.

"We don't have much time to pick out bridesmaid dresses, either," Jessica added. "But I think I found one on the Net."

Internet bridesmaid dresses? It sounded dreadful, but Emily wanted to be supportive. "You have great taste," she assured Jessica. "I'm sure you'll find something nice."

"There's just so much to do. And the house, too," Jessica said. "Sometimes I don't know how I'll ever get it all done."

"Oh, you will," Emily assured her. "One way or another." Jessica sounded worried, but happily so. These were good problems. The kind you want.

—from Home Song: A Cape Light Novel by Thomas Kinkade and Katherine Spencer, Copyright © November 2002, The Berkley Publishing Group, a member of Penguin Putnam, Inc., used by permission

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  • Posted September 7, 2010

    Great storyline once again!

    Was right their with Jessica's every thought in this book! So wish I had a 'Sam' in my life to remind me of the Lord's love in everyone!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2010

    LOVE IT!!!

    I have read all of these books and LOVE every single one!!!!!! They are so down to earth that you can almost picture yourself walking down the street with each of the characters.

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  • Posted May 29, 2010

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    Another Great Cape Light Novel!

    Another awesome Cape Light book :) These books are great for lazy, rainy, relaxing days. When I start one I often don't put it down until I finish! I love how the authors switch from story to story to mix it up a little. Sam and Jessica are my favorite sub-plot so I was happy to see them back for this novel! Can't wait to start book 6.

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  • Posted February 16, 2009

    Where are the Black People?

    This book was a pretty good read. But where are the minorities? I have read all the books in this series and everyone is white. It seems to me that the author feels that the only way to have a perfect town is to have a town without any minorities.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 19, 2008

    Cape Light series

    I am about to start #6 in the Cape Light series. My husband bought me #1 last year for christmas and i really didn't pick it up to read until this past spring. Well, I absolutely loved it and immediately went to my local bookstore and ordered the remaining 7 books in the series !!! I forced myself to put them away as a christmas gift from my husband, again ! I could hardly wait to start in on the rest of the series. I am now starting #6 and realize only I only have 2 left after this one. It will make me very sad to read #8, knowing I will have read the last one, not knowing if there will be any more to this series of truly wonderful books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2006

    Really fluffy

    If you are into fluffy and super romantic books, this is the one for you. You'll love it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2005

    wonderful

    this series is the best ive read. i read the christmas promise in 2 days. i love the cape light series and all of the characters i can relate to.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 21, 2005

    Great author !!

    I too, can hardly wait for thenext book to come out. They are such nice stories - so hard to find in todays world. Yet they hold your interest. Once I open one of his books I cannot put it down !

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2005

    Best Books I ever read

    I love these books. The only problem is we have to wait a year between books and once received, I read it in a week. Now I have to wait another year for another. (I hope there's more coming). The story was good, I love the characters. I hope the next book comes out soon so I can see what happens next. Thanks Thomas and Katherine. Is there really a Cape Light?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2004

    Another Hit

    I love these books. The only problem is we have to wait a year between books and once received, it's read in a week. Now I have to wait another year for another. (I hope there's more coming). The story line was good, I love the characters. They are characters you can care for. love the religious tone to the books. It makes me stop and reflect on my own situations. The only problem with this story is that it left two of the three main story lines unresolved. I hope the next book comes out soon so I can see what happens next. Thanks Thomas and Katherine. I'd love to live in Cape Light!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 9, 2004

    Wonderful Read

    The Cape Light series is such a wonderful series to read. I absolutely love the characters. I really couldn't wait for 'A Christmas Promise' to come out and now I want more. The feeling of wanting to be a part of this beautiful town keeps me wanting more. I wish that my hometown were as wonderful as Cape Light. Actually, what a great world this would be if we were all like those who live in Cape Light. Who wouldn't want to live in a town where the love that they show is shown to all and not just to themselves? To accept others as we want to be accepted is what Jesus taught us.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2004

    I hope...

    Although I have thoroughly enjoyed this series up to this point, each new offering seems to be shorter than the previous and they are getting quite predictable. There are some interesting characters who are completely skipped over. I'm afraid this short book won't be able to correct all of this, but I hope the authors take note and can recapture that idealistic aesthetically pleasing tone the first 2 or 3 offerings had.

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