A Hopeful Harvest. Ruth Logan Herne
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You can’t always pick who you fall for…
Her orchard. His heart.
Can they successfully heal both?
When her family’s apple orchard is damaged by a storm, single mom Libby Creighton knows the harvest she’s depending on is in jeopardy. Though he prefers a solitary life, Jax McClaren has the skills to revive Libby’s orchard—and her guarded heart. But he’ll have to overcome the secrets of his past if he and Libby are going to have a fruitful future together.
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USA TODAY Bestselling Author Ruth Logan Herne
Multipublished bestselling author RUTH LOGAN HERNE loves God, her country, her family, dogs, chocolate and coffee! Married to a very patient man, she lives in an old farmhouse in Upstate New York and thinks possums should leave the cat food alone and snakes should always live outside. There are no exceptions to either rule! Visit Ruth at ruthloganherne.com.
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A Hopeful Harvest
Ruth Logan Herne
ISBN: 978-0-008-90072-4
A HOPEFUL HARVEST
© 2019 Ruth M. Blodgett
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Jax didn’t want to help.
This place, this farm, this family had too many needs. He could handle any one of them and maintain his distance, but to face all three?
That would call to the protector in him, a side he’d buried when he’d lost four good men to an accident that should never have happened.
He needed to walk away. They’d get by, one way or another. Folks always did.
But when Libby drew the little girl in, laughing about the wind, and shrugging off the blown-down barn as if it was no big deal, he realized he had no choice.
He tugged his faded army cap into place. “I’m going to let this wind ride itself out, then I’ll be back.”
Libby frowned. “What? Why?”
“To help.” He brushed one finger to the brim of his hat. “I’ll be here first thing in the morning.” He turned, not waiting for permission that might not come.
I enjoyed writing this story because we all have so much to thank the Lord for, even in hard times.
I love blending faith and romance, and I love adding children into stories because they are the hope for the future. But Cleve was a big part of my love for this story.
The road of Alzheimer’s and dementia is not easy. It is nothing to be undertaken lightly. The scourge of Alzheimer’s runs in my husband’s family. His father, his grandfather, his uncles and all of his great-uncles had it. That makes this a personal experience for