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You think I married you because I lost when we drew straws?" He chuckled softly. "Oh, Meri. Sweetheart. I won the straw draw. I didn't lose it." She stared at him, not comprehending the difference. "What are you saying?" Travis grinned. "When we sat around the table that night, we didn't decide to draw straws because none of us wanted to marry you. We drew straws because all of us wanted to marry you." Meredith blinked up at her husband. Co..
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Levi's gaze sought out Miss Spencer. Eden. All she had to do was smile to release those little frissons of lightning in him. As that thought crossed his mind, she glanced up, and Levi realized he was wrong. She didn't have to smile. All she had to do was look at him. Heaven help him. He was in bad.
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feelings
romance
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I dreamed o' ye, lass, down in that pit. I dreamed . . . and I promised meself that if the Almighty saw fit to spare me sorry hide, that I'd be asking a favor of ye the moment I saw yer bonny face." Chloe lifted Duncan's filthy hand to her lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. "I'd do anything for you, Duncan. Anything." "Are ye sure, lass?" He paused, staring up at her. "I'm sure." "Good. 'Cause I want ye to let me give ye a last name. ..
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I had a long talk with my husband last night. And he made me realize that I have to choose which voices to believe. I can believe the ones that tell me I'm not good enough or brave enough or pretty enough and let them skew my perception of events, or I can push aside that clamor and seek out the voice that tells me I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
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God always provides other options for His people when they are tempted to take an unrighteous path. But if we depend only on ourselves to solve our problems, we narrow our vision and see none of those options.
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No matter how many people reject or betray you, if you have even one person in your life you can count on--really, truly count on--you can overcome any obstacle. Trusting the wrong person might lead to temporary heartache, but trusting the right one provides a strength that can fuel you for a lifetime.~ page 56
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Really, Mr. Grant. One would think that after living in this town for nearly a week and making numerous visits to my library, you would extend me the courtesy of learning my name." "I know your name, Eden." Her eyes shot to his. "I know your name." The intensity in his gaze left no doubt of his sincerity."
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God, forgive me for my impatience. I saw what I thought I wanted, and when you made no move to give it to me, I took matters into my own hands. I wasn't content, and I didn't trust you enough to wait." She inhaled a shaky breath. "I've really made a mess of things, haven't I? I need you more than ever, now. Show me where to go, what to do. And please give me enough faith to follow you even when I can't see where the path is leading. In the ..
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Travis, I love you with all of my being, but I love Cassie, too. And right now she needs me more than you do. Forgive me. Meri She loved him. The wonder of the statement seeped into him, but the joy that should have accompanied the knowledge faded beneath his growing frustration and fear. How could she possibly think that anyone needed her more than he did? She was his heart, his very life. If anything happened to her . . . Travis tore the ..
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With no sums to keep his conscience at bay, the black book loomed large, creeping into his line of sight. He scanned the room for something else to do. The harness still needed work. And he'd been meaning to fix that rickety shelf since last month. The pipe on his potbellied stove was dented. The windowsill needed dusting. Dusting? J.T. braced his arms on the desk and pressed his forehead into the heels of his hands.
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Your kite, milady?" She curtsied and handed it to him. "Why, thank you, Sir Tucker. Take care, though. The fabric is wont to snag."
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Watching the Archer brothers eat was like watching a twister blow through the room. Meredith sat with her elbows tucked close to her side, afraid to do more than occasionally raise her fork to her mouth for fear of being rammed by a reaching arm or thumped by a tossed biscuit. The venison steak was overdone, the beans gluey, and the biscuits were dry as unbuttered toast, yet the Archers attacked their food like a pack of dogs fighting over ..
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I also wrote them about you." His blue gaze bored into her with paralyzing force. She couldn't move. Couldn't flee. Could only stare at the social travesty of his ungroomed features--the scruffy half beard shadowing his jaw, the too-long hair falling over his forehead--and feel her heart beat with love for this unconventional man. Darius's grip softened on her wrist until his fingers were tracing tiny circles over the sensitive skin. "I tol..
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away from Eden. She's mine.
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Drop the bat, mister, or I'll fill you so full of lead the undertaker will charge double to bury you!
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Perhaps if I'd arrived donned in a pair of trousers, with my hair in a tangled mess--a style you apparently prefer--you'd have shown me the courtesy of granting an interview before sending me away.
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She still had a few tender spots that ached when prodded, but Zach and Seth and loved and accepted her into a place where past hurts mattered less than present blessings. Maybe God had brought her into this stranger's life to do the same for him.~ page 59
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I'll pray for you, as well, Logan, that you won't lay burdens on yourself that only God is meant to carry. ~page 106
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I myself prefer being called Cassie. It's so much friendlier and less pretentious than Cassandra, don't you think? ... I think both fit you right fine. One is elegant and graceful, the other fun and lively.
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A chuckle escaped Meredith's lips as Cassie swung from sleepy little girl to sympathetic confidante to vengeful angel all in the course of a single minute.
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humor
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If he'd learned one thing from raising Evie, it was that females felt better when they talked a problem to death.
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He didn't see women as lesser beings. He respected their abilities and would defend them like a hero of old.
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She, better than anyone, knew that a soul's sore spots didn't really disappear. They could be buried, defended, and denied, but until they were loved, they wreaked havoc with a person's peace.
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Well, she was no stranger to loss, to hurt feelings, to prejudice. But she'd decided long ago not to let pain dictate her life.
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A man who made her feel stronger just by holding his hand.
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A shell, no matter how fortified was not impenetrable. Pain always found a way inside. The only way to truly overcome was to dissolve the darkness with light.
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Who knew making a gal smile could leave a man feeling so accomplished?
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It wasn't right for the villain in Logan's story to be the hero in hers.
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People might try to hide their broken places and pretend to be whole, but the truth is that we all have failings. That is why we need each other.
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Eva, on the other hand, forfeited her edge without hesitation. Despite her ingrained insecurity about her eyes and a history of outsiders devaluing her because of them, she openly professed her brokenness and offered it as a gift to strangers.
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If we want the Lord to accomplish mighty deeds in our own lives, the first step is to put what we have in His hands.~ pg 111
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His gaze moved from her face to the gun, then back to her face, an annoyingly smug expression creeping across his features. "I don't think so. You ain't got the first notion how to shoot that thing. Can't even find the trigger, can you." He took a menacing step toward her. Nicole raised her left brow. "You mean this trigger?" She cocked the hammer of the Colt Paterson revolver and released the folding trigger mechanism. Will stopped. "You f..
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Evangeline mashed the potatoes with excessive force. She could work out her frustration over Logan's obstinance and produce silky smooth potatoes at the same time. Benefits all around.
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humor
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Where is the love in what you're doing?
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He was no good at making pretty words. The more he opened his mouth, the greater his chances of mucking things up.
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Wooing one's wife might require more effort than he'd originally anticipated, but the hunt invigorated him. He might have to continue the abduction tradition even after she was fully his. Keep things interesting.
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Darius? Are you sure you're all right?" Back turned to Nicole, he closed his eyes. Of course he wasn't all right. The woman he loved was bound and determined to leave him in six days, and he had no feasible plan to stop her. His hands balled into fists. How had he thought working alongside her would make the waiting more bearable? It was killing him. One minute he wanted to storm across the workshop, confront her with what he knew, and dema..
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You plowed him with a pitchfork?" "I sure did. My daddy didn't raise no hothouse flower, you know." Gideon had a feeling he would have liked her daddy."
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Travis?" Her voice came out scratchy and cracked. "What are you doing in my room?" Those eyes--not quite green, not quite brown--crinkled at the corners. "I'm not in your room, darlin'. You're in mine." What? Maybe she was still dreaming. That would explain why Travis was here and why nothing was making a lick of sense. But the throbbing behind her ear seemed awfully real. "My head hurts." "You were kicked by a mule." A mule? Meredith frown..
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So, you think God made a mistake." She leaned away from him, her voice hardening just enough to get his attention. He twisted to face her. "Why should an innocent die while a reprobate lives?" "I see," she said. "Only sinful people should have died in that accident if God were indeed just. Of course, all have sinned, so I suppose only the tiniest of babes should have survived according to your reasoning."
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You can't redeem your failures. None of us can. Only the Redeemer has that power, and he's already wielding it on your behalf. He's bringing good out of that tragedy, good that we are only beginning to see.
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The things which are impossible with men are possible with God.
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Travis came up behind her, his hat brim bumping her head as he nuzzled her neck. She giggled and danced away, feeling playful yet oddly shy at the same time. Travis gave chase, his husky laughter blending with hers as the two of them darted out of the barn. When they neared the porch, he grabbed her about the waist and lifted her off her feet. Meredith squealed. "You can't escape me," Travis murmured in her ear as he gently settled her back..
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she glimpsed Levi cutting through the crowd to get to her. Smoothing her hair and finding a smile, she greeted him as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "Would you like a piece of cake?" Levi peered down at her, concern lining his face. "Are you all right?" "Yes, of course. I'm fine." She tugged on her sleeve as if it could conceal the evidence of the sheriff's touch and reached for a clean plate. "You should try some of Chloe's l..
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