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Book Blurb:
Seattle
Debutant Sofi Andersson will do everything in her power to protect her sister
who is suffering from shock over their father’s death. Charles, the family
busy-body, threatens to lock Trina in a sanatorium—a whitewashed term for an
insane asylum—so Sofi will rescue her little sister, even if it means running
away to the Cascade Mountains with only the new gardener Neil Macpherson to
protect them. But in a cabin high in the Cascades, Sofi begins to recognize
that the handsome immigrant from Ireland harbors secrets of his own. Can she
trust this man whose gentle manner brings such peace to her traumatized sister
and such tumult to her own emotions? And can Neil, the gardener, continue to
hide from Sofi that he is really Dr. Neil Galloway, a man wanted for murder by
the British police? Only an act of faith and love will bridge the distance that
separates lies from truth and safety.
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And also this Short Romantic Scene
“Sometimes I think it would be easier,”
Sofi said, “if I didn’t feel the urge to use these natural abilities—I think
God-given abilities—but to do the more expected tasks of a woman in my social
position. Strangely, my father considered it more socially acceptable for my
sister to enter yacht races than for me to consider a career.”
Sofi raised her gaze. “But what about you,
Neil? With all this talk about life’s purposes and the toil of one’s brow, what
are you doing with your life?” The sun nestled between two peaks as she tensed
her weight against the sun-warmed granite.
Her natural perfume intoxicated him—not
the overpowering colognes of society, but the scent of soap, apples she been
paring earlier—stirring the desire to touch her cheek, her hands, her arms.
What if he closed the gap between them? How would the softness of her cheek
feel against the roughness of his? What would her lips taste like?
His breath quickened.
Sofi’s eyes widened.
He couldn’t tear his gaze from her softly
parting mouth. A muscle tapped at the base of her throat.
Had one of them moved closer?
He pulled in a breath. When a man and a
woman cared for each other, they should speak the truth. He wanted to tell her
about the thrift clinic he’d partnered in for the poor back home. Tell her of
the work he’d done in the hospital. If he shared his pride in those
accomplishments, he knew her eyes would shine in understanding.
Aye,
right, ye fool. Then tell her you left the clinic and your position in Belfast
City Hospital, as well as all your patients, to run to Washington State to be a
gardener. How
could he possibly tell her about the night that stole his life from him, and
all with one slash of a knife? He rubbed the pressure between his brows. “Time
we were getting back to the cabin.”
“Right. Of course.” In a fluster, she
smoothed her shirtwaist. Her eyes that moments ago were shining turned a dull
slate. She set her profile to him. “Foolish for the two of us to stand here any
longer.”
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Author bio: Irish-born Christine
Lindsay is the author of multi-award-winning Christian fiction and non-fiction.
Readers describe her writing as gritty yet tender, realistic yet larger than
life, with historical detail that collides into the heart of psychological and
relationship drama. Christine's books have garnered the ACFW Genesis Award, The
Grace Award, Canada’s The Word Guild Award (Twice), the READERS’ CHOICE AWARD,
and was a finalist twice for Readers’ Favorite and the Selah Award.
So happy for your successes with Sofi's Bridge Christine!
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PamT
Loved Christine's work. Thanks for sharing.
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