Publisher: Zebra

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Jul 17
Goddess Fish Promotions VBT: Weddings at Promise Lodge by Charlotte Hubbard

Goddess Fish Promotions VBT: Weddings at Promise Lodge by Charlotte Hubbard

Excerpt When Rosetta sat down at the eck table beside Truman, the light in his eyes made her hold her breath. “Honey-girl, if your new bishop allows us to marry, when do you want to tie the knot?” he murmured as he grasped her hand. “I fell head-over- heels for you the moment I met you last summer, making dinner in that big kitchen—” “Jah, the way to a man’s heart has always been through his stomach,” Rosetta teased. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she suddenly felt like a tongue-tied teenager. It still surprised her, the way Truman made over her and waxed so romantic, considering he was somewhat younger than she was. Truman smiled. “I have no fears of going hungry after we marry,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over her hand. “But my clock’s ticking. I’m thirty and I want a family—and I can’t wait to watch you grow big with our children, Rosetta.” Rosetta held her breath. She, too, had dreamed of mothering a large family, but the years after losing her first fiancé and then caring for her aging parents had slipped by. Even though God granted children to women who were older… Read more »

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May 22
Goddess Fish Promotions Blog Tour Review: Annie’s Recipe by Lisa Jones Baker

Goddess Fish Promotions Blog Tour Review: Annie’s Recipe by Lisa Jones Baker

Excerpt The small brown freckle under Annie’s right eye that he’d teased her about as a kid had developed into something of a beauty mark. It belonged there. To Levi’s dismay, his pulse picked up speed. He wanted more time with her. She was of Rumspringa age, so she could do non-Amish things. But that would only be for a couple of years, not forever. Behind them, Aunt Abigail followed in a separate buggy with Aidan and Elijah. As Levi glanced back at Jake, the kid responded with a big grin. To Levi’s surprise, an unexpected appreciation for the ambience in the buggy, often referred to as the fiberglass box, welled in his chest. He sat back as the horses stepped it up.   Automatically, Levi looked down. There wasn’t a trace of dirt on the beautiful navy velvet cushion that softened the hard bench. He remembered when his mother had used a lint brush to clean their buggy. On the sides were two small viewing windows and one in the back. A blue homemade quilt was rolled up and slightly draped over the backseat. He’d forgotten what it was like being in a means of transportation with no seat… Read more »

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