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About This Book
A clean, light-hearted, inspirational contemporary romance novella for hearts of all ages.
Excerpt 1:
Attie looked at the clock. Too late, she thought. Way too late. Spinsterhood might have its good points; it might not be so bad, she thought with a deep sigh.
If truth be told, she was not unattractive. Dark brown hair that she parted at the crown so it bobbed softly above the tips of her shoulders. Dark eyes nicely spaced over a nose a tad bit larger than she preferred. And a finely shaped mouth to frame a set of good teeth when she smiled. All in all, a pleasant faced woman, whose smiles men returned affably, respected, and quickly forgot about. Conversation-wise, she tried, really tried, but soon they grew bored, or she did. Whatever impassioned her, left them disinterested, and vice versa.
This past spring, her mom and dad gifted her an orange plant to keep in the corner of her small patio. She tended it carefully, making sure it received lots of sunshine and water, and whispered to it daily. But as was her fate with plant life, not unsimilar to her lovelife, the leaves stayed green and fresh, but no blossoms, and no oranges.
Brendan looked at the clock. Too late, he thought. Way too late. Bachelorhood might have its good points; it might not be so bad, he thought with a deep sigh.
If truth be told, he was not unattractive. Dark brown hair somewhat on the curly side. Dark eyes nicely spaced over an average greek nose and a well-defined mouth to frame a set of good teeth when he smiled. All in all, a pleasant faced man, whose smiles women returned affably, respected, and quickly forgot about. Conversation-wise, he tried, really tried, but soon they grew bored, or he did. Whatever impassioned hm, left them disinterested, and vice versa.
This past spring, his parents gifted him an orange plant to keep in the corner of his small patio. He tended it carefully, making sure it received lots of sunshine and water, and whispered to it daily. But as was his fate with plant life, not unsimilar to his lovelife, the leaves stayed green and fresh, but no blossoms, and no oranges.
Can Attie's and Brendan's guardian angels put their wings together and solve the problem?
Excerpt 2:
Beneficus whispered to Adelais, "We have sparked their interest. But they don't know who they are."
"Not to worry," Adelais said. "I have discussed the matter with two of the Archangels. They have told me Mary is on our side. Attie is devoted to her. And the Lord is rooting for them as well."
"It goes that high?" Beneficus remarked, in awe.
"They are part of the domino effect that holy souls create — they and their offspring, all through time and eternity."
"If they are this important in the chain of events—"
"No less important than any soul to the Blessed Trinity," Adelais said.
Beneficus nodded. "It will not be easy. The opposition has already tampered with their self-confidence."
Adelais turned her eyes heavenward. "I went to Mary and she gave me her Son's advice. As He often says, Never underestimate the power of love."
Excerpt 1:
Attie looked at the clock. Too late, she thought. Way too late. Spinsterhood might have its good points; it might not be so bad, she thought with a deep sigh.
If truth be told, she was not unattractive. Dark brown hair that she parted at the crown so it bobbed softly above the tips of her shoulders. Dark eyes nicely spaced over a nose a tad bit larger than she preferred. And a finely shaped mouth to frame a set of good teeth when she smiled. All in all, a pleasant faced woman, whose smiles men returned affably, respected, and quickly forgot about. Conversation-wise, she tried, really tried, but soon they grew bored, or she did. Whatever impassioned her, left them disinterested, and vice versa.
This past spring, her mom and dad gifted her an orange plant to keep in the corner of her small patio. She tended it carefully, making sure it received lots of sunshine and water, and whispered to it daily. But as was her fate with plant life, not unsimilar to her lovelife, the leaves stayed green and fresh, but no blossoms, and no oranges.
Brendan looked at the clock. Too late, he thought. Way too late. Bachelorhood might have its good points; it might not be so bad, he thought with a deep sigh.
If truth be told, he was not unattractive. Dark brown hair somewhat on the curly side. Dark eyes nicely spaced over an average greek nose and a well-defined mouth to frame a set of good teeth when he smiled. All in all, a pleasant faced man, whose smiles women returned affably, respected, and quickly forgot about. Conversation-wise, he tried, really tried, but soon they grew bored, or he did. Whatever impassioned hm, left them disinterested, and vice versa.
This past spring, his parents gifted him an orange plant to keep in the corner of his small patio. He tended it carefully, making sure it received lots of sunshine and water, and whispered to it daily. But as was his fate with plant life, not unsimilar to his lovelife, the leaves stayed green and fresh, but no blossoms, and no oranges.
Can Attie's and Brendan's guardian angels put their wings together and solve the problem?
Excerpt 2:
Beneficus whispered to Adelais, "We have sparked their interest. But they don't know who they are."
"Not to worry," Adelais said. "I have discussed the matter with two of the Archangels. They have told me Mary is on our side. Attie is devoted to her. And the Lord is rooting for them as well."
"It goes that high?" Beneficus remarked, in awe.
"They are part of the domino effect that holy souls create — they and their offspring, all through time and eternity."
"If they are this important in the chain of events—"
"No less important than any soul to the Blessed Trinity," Adelais said.
Beneficus nodded. "It will not be easy. The opposition has already tampered with their self-confidence."
Adelais turned her eyes heavenward. "I went to Mary and she gave me her Son's advice. As He often says, Never underestimate the power of love."
