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Bethany Hansen wasn't sure when or if she would ever see Benjamin Adams again. She also told herself that it didn't matter. But when Ben and his two brothers come home after more than two years of serving a mission to the Eastern states, her feelings of heartache and anger also return - fiercer than ever. And so do Ben's feelings for her. Good-naturedly, Ben's brothers attempt to reunite the two, even as they separately vie for Bethany's younger sister, Hannah. What follows is a charming historical romance ...
Bethany Hansen wasn't sure when or if she would ever see Benjamin Adams again. She also told herself that it didn't matter. But when Ben and his two brothers come home after more than two years of serving a mission to the Eastern states, her feelings of heartache and anger also return - fiercer than ever. And so do Ben's feelings for her. Good-naturedly, Ben's brothers attempt to reunite the two, even as they separately vie for Bethany's younger sister, Hannah. What follows is a charming historical romance complete with wonderful characters and witty dialogue that explores the redemption and power of finding - and rediscovering - true love.
See also House on the Hill, At the Journey's End, and Tower of Strength, volumes one, two and four in Annette Lyon's Temple Series.
Posted March 7, 2013
Posted March 6, 2013
A light summer breeze wafted by, making my long hair ride in the wind. I headed down the gravel road that wound past the meadow, paying little heed to my surrondings. Beside me, my friend Robin watched a hawk soaring overhead, crying out with a loud screech.
"Something's bothering you," Robin said suddenly, and I turned to look her in the eye. She had dark brown eyes, and dark brown hair. A puzzled look was on her face, and I sighed.
"Yes, something's bothering me," I replied. "Just... things. Strange things that I can't explain."
"Like what?" Robin questioned.
"I saw... eyes, in the bushes across the street from my house. And later I thought I saw a dark figure..." I trailed off, biting my lip. "And... I've had these awful nightmares, Robin. With the same monsters, the same bloody fangs, EVERY time."
"That's not normal," Robin said after a while.
"No, it's not," I agreed. "Something's wrong with me..."
"Nothing's wrong with you, Susan," my friend argued, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Because... I've seen things too."
I looked up in suprise as she continued. "I've seen dark figures as well, sometimes in your yard, or in my neighrbor's yard. And eyes, too."
"But no creepy nightmares?"
"No, I haven't had any of those. By my neighbor has. I saw him one morning, and he looked scared out of his skin. I asked him what was wrong, and he said, 'Just a nightmare.' But it must have been bad, Susan," Robin finished, and for the first time she looked worried.
"Something's up," I said.
"Something BAD," she agreed.
Suddenly, my phone started to ring. I whipped it out of my pocket, and shot Robin an apologetic glance before answering with, "Hello?"
"Is this Susan Richardson?"
"Yes. Who is this?"
"I can't say... We've met before. I have a warning for you."
I knew this was probally just a random prank call, but I wondered how on earth they would know my name, when I couldn't recognize the speaker's voice.
"Whatever you do, do NOT go to the mall on Monday! Stay home! Do NOT go to the mall on Monday!"
"What the heck?! Who is this?"
The caller hung up and I sighed, shoving my phone back into my pocket, before looking at Robin, who was staring at me expectantly.
"Some wierdo, telling me not to go to the mall on Monday," I said with a carefree shrug.
"A prank call, probally. Ignore them," Robin advized.
"Robin, they knew my name," I replied. "It can't have been a prank call. Only, I didn't recognize their voice."
"This is getting wierd," she said. "Shadowy figures, eyes in the bushes, the nightmares, and now this."
"What do you suggest?"
"I'd suggest, DON'T stay home on Monday. Go somewhere, but don't stay home. It might be a trick to... get at you."
I frowned, looking thoughtful. "Mabye I'll just do what I was told NOT to do," I said.
"Are you crazy?" Robin said. "They might get you there too!"
"Are YOU crazy? This is probally just some kind of joke, but I'm not going to let them think me a fool. Besides..." I smiled to myself, fingering the hilt of my knife again. "It's not like I won't be going alone..."
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Posted July 3, 2013
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