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My husband and I go for lots of walks in
the forest with our young granddaughter, Brooklyn. Often we encounter trees where, due to heavy
snow in the winter, their trunks are curved in high arches over the path. Since
these trees are shaped like rainbows, Brooklyn got the idea that if we stood
under a bowed tree (she calls these rainbow trees), we could make a wish. This
happened several times on every walk. According to her rules, she never told us
what she wished for, or she believed the wish wouldn’t come true.
the forest with our young granddaughter, Brooklyn. Often we encounter trees where, due to heavy
snow in the winter, their trunks are curved in high arches over the path. Since
these trees are shaped like rainbows, Brooklyn got the idea that if we stood
under a bowed tree (she calls these rainbow trees), we could make a wish. This
happened several times on every walk. According to her rules, she never told us
what she wished for, or she believed the wish wouldn’t come true.
Two years later, Brooklyn’s mother gave
birth to identical twin boys, and Brooklyn revealed that her wishes had been
for her mother to have another baby. Talk about the power of a wish!
birth to identical twin boys, and Brooklyn revealed that her wishes had been
for her mother to have another baby. Talk about the power of a wish!
I liked this idea so much I included
rainbow trees in Healing Hearts,
where the little girl in the story wishes for a new mommy.
rainbow trees in Healing Hearts,
where the little girl in the story wishes for a new mommy.
Blurb:
Reeling
from loss and heartbreak, Stella King is desperate to escape painful memories.
The position of nanny on an isolated ranch in British Columbia’s rugged
Chilcotin Plateau seems the answer to her prayers.
from loss and heartbreak, Stella King is desperate to escape painful memories.
The position of nanny on an isolated ranch in British Columbia’s rugged
Chilcotin Plateau seems the answer to her prayers.
Cattle
rancher, Dawson Wheeler, has worked hard to overcome grief and build a
predictable world for his young daughter. The last thing he needs is the
all-too-attractive Stella disrupting the smooth running of his ranch,
especially now that disturbing incidents are happening on his property.
rancher, Dawson Wheeler, has worked hard to overcome grief and build a
predictable world for his young daughter. The last thing he needs is the
all-too-attractive Stella disrupting the smooth running of his ranch,
especially now that disturbing incidents are happening on his property.
Defending
his land against those who want to gut it will be a challenge, but the biggest
threat of all may be to his heart.
his land against those who want to gut it will be a challenge, but the biggest
threat of all may be to his heart.
Excerpt:
The
back of his neck itched. “You’re Stella King?” Of course she was. Who
else would be waiting here at this time of night? Once again he glanced at the
photograph clenched in his hand—gray curls, thick glasses, sixty years old.
This was the Stella King he’d hired. The itching amped up to a full-out
assault.
back of his neck itched. “You’re Stella King?” Of course she was. Who
else would be waiting here at this time of night? Once again he glanced at the
photograph clenched in his hand—gray curls, thick glasses, sixty years old.
This was the Stella King he’d hired. The itching amped up to a full-out
assault.
She
stood and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Dawson.”
stood and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Dawson.”
He
stumbled back a step, his worst fears confirmed. This gorgeous woman was the
nanny he’d hired to look after Deirdre.
stumbled back a step, his worst fears confirmed. This gorgeous woman was the
nanny he’d hired to look after Deirdre.
Her
light blue wool sweater did nothing to hide the rounded mounds of her breasts.
Her legs looked a mile long in the white denim, skin tight, designer jeans
tucked into a pair of knee-high, high-heeled, black leather boots. Her perfume
wafted on the evening breeze, a heady mix of spring flowers and something
subtle but decidedly feminine.
light blue wool sweater did nothing to hide the rounded mounds of her breasts.
Her legs looked a mile long in the white denim, skin tight, designer jeans
tucked into a pair of knee-high, high-heeled, black leather boots. Her perfume
wafted on the evening breeze, a heady mix of spring flowers and something
subtle but decidedly feminine.
He
struggled to swallow, but his throat was parched, his tongue as dry as old
leather against the roof of his mouth.
struggled to swallow, but his throat was parched, his tongue as dry as old
leather against the roof of his mouth.
Silence
stretched between them. An owl hooted from a nearby tree, crickets chirped in
the tall grass lining the ditch, and still he didn’t move as the ramifications
of what he’d agreed to engulfed him.
stretched between them. An owl hooted from a nearby tree, crickets chirped in
the tall grass lining the ditch, and still he didn’t move as the ramifications
of what he’d agreed to engulfed him.
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Author Bio:
Award-winning author, C.B. Clark, has written six romantic suspense novels published by The Wild Rose Press. She has worked as an archaeologist and an educator, and enjoys hiking, canoeing, and snowshoeing with her husband and dog near her home in the wilderness of central British Columbia.
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