Author name: Annette Snyder
Publisher name: Whiskey Creek Press
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Bradie Carpenter holds dear only memories of love lost. Armed with determination after Grant Blain’s tragic death, Bradie moves forward in life with their son. Without the exclusive Blain family name or the advantage of the family fortune and, diligent to overcome the obstacles of single parenthood, she sets a goal of a better life in the picturesque town of Union.
Andrew “Amen” Packard married too young with an unrealistic view of the future. After a turbulent divorce stemming from pressure of his firefighter career, Amen chooses his heated profession over affection for wife, family and friends. Not until he meets Bradie does he rethink his decision to exclude love from his life.
Can Bradie discover that money doesn’t always extinguish love?
Will Amen allow a ready-made family near enough to bash towering walls of seclusion?
Is friendship and attraction enough to heal the lives of two souls charred from fate?
Bradie stretched on the bed and pulled the blankets over her head. She didn’t have to get up early. Why didn’t Grant consider that when he flicked on the bathroom light?
She heard his morning bathroom noises and initially growled because of the interruption to her sleep, then laughed aloud at the comedy of them. First, a wrestle with the tin medicine cabinet, then a loud bang of the plastic toilet seat, followed by the roaring, watery flush. It wasn’t hard for him to adjust to life in a rundown trailer house after growing up in a luxurious, twenty-room mansion with marble floors and golden fixtures, and that surprised her. Even after leaving outrageous wealth so they could share life together, he was still optimistic. Grant still found enough happiness to wake at six in the morning and get ready for his meager paying job. He still found enough happiness in his life to belt out words to historic show tunes with a mouth full of toothpaste.
As she lay in bed, Bradie giggled.
“You know I used to sing in the school choir.” Grant’s laughter echoed from the bathroom. He spit, conquered the few steps and flung himself on the bed. The metal springs rattled and squeaked as he landed.
She buried her head farther and talked from under the blankets. “With toothpaste in your mouth?” she questioned, her voice muffled.
“It was quite the draw. My fans came from miles to watch me perform.” His overdramatic, singsong reply came as he dug to find her under the covers.
“I’m sure they did.” Bradie chuckled as she fought herself into a blanketed cocoon so he couldn’t reach.
“They…” he began as he struggled to find a way in and reached to touch her warm, bare skin, “…did.” He kissed her.
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