Morning Comes Softly

Morning Comes Softly

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by Debbie Macomber
     
 

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A shy Louisiana librarian, Mary Warner fears she'll always be alone—so she answers a personals ad from a rancher in Montana. Never before has she done anything so reckless, casting the only life she knows aside to travel to a strange place and marry a man she's never met. But something about this man calls to her—and she knows this may be her very last

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A shy Louisiana librarian, Mary Warner fears she'll always be alone—so she answers a personals ad from a rancher in Montana. Never before has she done anything so reckless, casting the only life she knows aside to travel to a strange place and marry a man she's never met. But something about this man calls to her—and she knows this may be her very last chance at happiness.

Tragedy made Travis Thompson the guardian of three orphaned children—and determination leads him to do whatever it takes to keep the kids out of foster homes. When he decides to take a long shot on a personals ad, the results are surprising, and before he knows it, he has agreed to marry a mysterious Southern woman sight unseen.

It could be the mistake of a lifetime. But Mary Warner may be exactly what this broken family needs. And with a little faith, a little trust, and a lot of love, two lonely hearts might just discover the true meaning of miracles.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780061080630
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
05/15/1993
Series:
Avon Romance Series
Edition description:
Reissue
Pages:
384
Sales rank:
265,798
Product dimensions:
4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.96(d)

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Morning Comes Softly


By Debbie Macomber

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2007 Debbie Macomber
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780061080630

Chapter One

"It isn't a housekeeper you need, Mr. Thompson, it's a wife."

"A wife." The word went through Travis like a bullet, and he soared to his feet. He slammed his Stetson back on his head, shoving it down so far it shadowed the starkly etched planes of his jaw and cheekbones. He paled beneath the weathered, sun-beaten tan.

It had been two months since his brother and sister-in-law's funeral, and he'd barely stepped outside the ranch house since he'd been appointed the guardian of their three children. He might as well forget thirty-six years of ranch life and take up being a full-time mother. All he seemed to do was cook, wash clothes, and read bedtime stories.

The worst of it was that according to five-year-old Beth Ann and the two boys, Jim and Scotty, he wasn't doing any of those jobs worth a damn.

"Mommy wouldn't like you saying the 's' word," Beth Ann announced each and every time the four-letter word slipped from his mouth. The kid made it sound as though his sister-in-law would leap straight out of the grave to reprimand him. Hell, she probably would if it were possible.

"Mom used to say 'yogurt' instead," Beth Ann announced, her eyes a soft cornflower blue. Janice's eyes. Everything about the bundle-size youngster reminded Travis ofhis petite sister-in-law. The thick blond hair, the gentle laugh, and the narrowed, disapproving look. The look that spoke a hundred words without uttering a one of them. Janice had had a way about her that could cut straight through an argument and silence him as no one else had ever done. Travis stared at Beth Ann, and his heart clenched. Godalmighty, he missed Janice. Nearly as much as he did Lee.

"Your mother used to say 'yogurt'?" Travis had asked, confident he hadn't heard her correctly.

Jim nodded. "Mom said yogurt was a much better word than the 's' word."

"I think yogurt's a fine word," Beth Ann added.

"If one of us got into something we shouldn't," Scotty, who was eight, was quick to clarify, "Mom would say we were in deep yogurt."

That was supposed to have explained everything, Travis guessed.

His language, Travis learned soon enough, was only the tip of the iceberg. Within a week he discovered that washing little girls' clothes with boys' clothes damn near ruined the girl things. Hell, he didn't know any different. Okay, so Beth Ann wore a pink dress, one that had once been white, to church on Sunday. It could have been worse.

Church was another thing, Travis mused darkly. Generally he attended services when the mood struck him, which he freely admitted was only about once every other year, if then. Now it seemed he was expected to show up every week in time for Sunday school with three grade-school children neatly in tow. It was less trouble to wrestle a hundred head of cattle than to get those youngsters dressed and to church on time.

Raising God-fearing children was what Janice would have wanted, Clara Morgan had primly informed him on the first of her proven-to-be-weekly visits. Dear Lord save him from interfering old women.

God, however, had given up listening to Travis a good long time ago. No doubt it was because he swore with such unfailing regularity.

Everything had come to a head the day before. Heaven knew Travis was trying as hard as he could to do right by Lee and Janice's children. He'd damn near given up the management of his ranch to his hired hands. Instead he was dealing with do-good state social workers, old biddies from the local Grange, and three grieving children.

The final straw came when he'd arrived home with a truckload of groceries a few days earlier. The boys, Jim and Scotty, were helping him carry in the badly needed supplies.

"You didn't buy any more of those frozen diet dinners, did you?" Jim demanded, hauling a twenty-five-pound bag of flour toward the kitchen, helped by his younger brother.

"No. I told you boys before, that was a mistake."

"It tasted like . . ."

"Yogurt," Travis supplied testily.

Scotty nodded, and Beth Ann looked on approvingly.

Travis dealt with the fencing material he'd picked up in town and left the three children to finish with the groceries. That was his second mistake in what proved to be a long list.

When he entered the house, it was like walking into a San Francisco fog. A thin layer of flour circled the room like a raging dust storm. Beth Ann, looking small and defeated, held on to a broom and was swinging madly.

"What the hell happened in here?" Travis demanded.

"It's Scotty's fault," Jim shouted. "He dropped his end of the flour sack."

"It was heavy," Scotty said. "It caught on the nail."

The nail. No one needed to tell Travis which nail. The blunt end of one had been protruding from the floorboard for the last couple of days . . . all right, a week or more. He'd meant to pound it down; would have if it had been a real hazard, but like so many other things, he'd put it off.

"I tried to sweep up the flour," Beth Ann explained, coughing.

Travis waved his hand in front of his face and watched as a perfectly good bag of flour settled like a dusting of snow on every possible crevice of the kitchen. "Don't worry about it," he said, taking the broom out of her hand. He leaned it against the wall and surveyed the damage.

"If Scotty wasn't such a wimp, none of this would have happened," Jim said.

"I'm not a wimp," Scotty yelled, and leaped for his brother. Before Travis could stop them, the two were rolling on the floor, wrestling like bear cubs, stirring up the recently settled cloud. Travis broke the two of them up, ordered Jim out to the barn to do his chores, and did what he could to clean up the mess in the kitchen.



Continues...

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Meet the Author

Debbie Macomber has more than 100 million copies of her books in print, and her stories about home and family have a worldwide audience and have been translated into twenty-three languages. In addition to being a #1 New York Times bestseller in fiction many times over, she also has an enormous following among knitters as the author of dozens of pattern and craft books. In 2008, she launched a branded line of knitting products through Leisure Arts, the company that publishes her knitting guides. Debbie and her husband, Wayne, have four children and nine grandchildren, and split their time between Washington State and Florida. This is Debbie’s second picture book co-authored with Mary Lou Carney; their first, The Truly Terribly Horrible Sweaer . . . That Grandma Knit, was published in 2009.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Port Orchard, Washington
Date of Birth:
October 22, 1948
Place of Birth:
Yakima, Washington
Education:
Graduated from high school in 1966; attended community college
Website:
http://www.debbiemacomber.com

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Morning Comes Softly 4.3 out of 5 based on 2 ratings. 124 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I recently read this nook on my Nook. It's a great read. A compelling story that was hard to put down. I was sad when I reached the end because I wanted it to go on. First time to read a Macomber book and it will not be the last!
Donna777 More than 1 year ago
Great book! But all of the books that I have read by Debbie Macomber have been great. They draw you in from the very beginning.
gleGE More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book....I love the way that Debbie Macomber writes. She keeps me coming back to her books. I've never been disappointed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book, I couldn't put it down once I picked it up. Not only do Mary & Travis catch the attention, but the three kids are great and funny. A must read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this very heartwarming story, with characters you truley cared about This was my first book read by this author and has made me a fan that plans to read her other books I highly recommend this book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Could not put this book down! I will be reading this one again and again. A keeper.
slf49 More than 1 year ago
Don,t want to give the story away just read it you will love it as much as I did.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Heart warming. I loved every minute of it from beginning to end. I only wish it was longer.
AConstantReader More than 1 year ago
My favorite book of all time!  When Travis becomes the guardian to his brother's three kids, he has NO idea what he's doing, and he's angry.  Mary comes into his life, and he's still angry.  While Mary tries to put his house in order, Travis tries to find who killed his brother.  He puts Mary at the bottom of his priority list, and she finally finds the backbone to tell him how she really feels.  They make an effort, and with a lot more than a few bumps in the road, they find their way into each other's hearts.  This book is one of the best I have ever read, and it never gets old.  The characters make you care about them, and you fall in love with each and every one of them.  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fun could not put down
RRPNC More than 1 year ago
Another exceptional book by Debbie Macomber!!  Recommend Very Highly!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just loved this book, wish there was a part 2.
Meg0412 More than 1 year ago
Great book as always!
kate36 More than 1 year ago
I am a big fan of Debbie Macomber. i wish she would write more books on these characters. I think this book is fine anyone that enjoys a good love story. I have read a lot of her books and this book gives a little hope of finding someone.
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Read her cedar cove series loved the series. This book ok.
m123 More than 1 year ago
is a good read