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It was decided.
He and Maggie would be guardians to his orphaned nieces and nephews.
But doubt assailed Trent once again. How would he deal with Maggie?
He’d loved his wife so deeply, and yet he’d been unable to give her what she wanted most children. And that dream had proved more important than their love.
But now she’ll have both, a voice within him whispered. And you can have her back.
Trent ached to be able to forget his anguish in Maggie’s arms. But the day she’d left with tears in her eyes, he’d sworn never again to open his heart to that kind of pain. And never to inflict it on Maggie, either.
Because Trent was afraid.
And he was right to be.
Because now he found he had no idea how to be a loving parent.…
KATE WELSH
A two-time winner of Romance Writers of America’s coveted Golden Heart Award, Kate lives in suburban Philadelphia with her husband of twenty-six years. She has two daughters whose childhood antics often wind up in her stories. Besides her writing career, Kate works part-time as a graphic artist and does administrative work for an international manufacturer.
As a child she was often the “script writer” in neighborhood games of make-believe. Kate turned back to storytelling when her husband challenged her to write down the stories in her head. With Jesus so much a part of her life, Kate found it natural to incorporate Him into her writing. Her goal is to entertain her readers with wholesome stories of the love between two people the Lord has brought together and to teach His truths while she entertains.
A Family for Christmas
Kate Welsh
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only
begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him
should not perish, but have everlasting life.
For God sent not his Son into the world
to condemn the world; but that the world
through him might be saved.
—John 3:16-17
Leona, I couldn’t write a Christmas book and not
think of you. Thank you for all those extra years
you kept me believing in Santa, for the camaraderie
during the Great Tree Hunts and on Christmas Eves
when we couldn’t get to sleep, and for all the years
when making Christmas special for the whole
family couldn’t have been easy but you did it
anyway. Most of all, thanks for being my big sister.
Oh, and I hope you appreciate that the painting gets
finished before Thanksgiving. Ain’t fiction great!
