by Loree Lough
Adult Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 385 pages (large print)
September 1st 2015 by Harlequin Heartwarming
HE CAN SAY NO TO EVERYONE BUT HER…
Nate Marshall used to be a yes-man… until being so agreeable cost him dearly. But Eden Quinn has a way of getting him to reconsider his “just say no” policy. Which is how a bunch of troubled teens end up at his ranch for the weekend. Nate can’t help but be attracted to the woman who keeps them in line.
This cowboy knows Eden’s no damsel in distress, yet hers isn’t a one-woman job. If she must do everything on her own, how can he help her… let alone get her to fall for him?
Yes, it’s true: Once upon a time, best-selling author Loree Lough (literally) sang for her supper, performing before packed audiences throughout the U.S. Now and then, she blows the dust from her 6-string to croon a tune or two for the “grandorables,” but mostly, she just writes. (And writes.) Over the years, her stories have earned nearly 100 industry and “Readers’ Choice” awards, 7 movie options, and over 80 4- and 5-star reviews.
There are more than 5,000,000 (yes, that’s FIVE MILLION) copies of Loree’s books in circulation, and in September of 2015, she’ll have 108 books (fiction and non-fiction for kids and adults) 72 short stories, 2,500+ articles in print. To date, she has received 50,000+ letters from fans (a carton of books goes to Meredith P. in Joliet, IL — which she has elected to donate to her local library –for writing the 50,000th letter)!
Loree loves sharing learned-the-hard-way lessons about the craft and the industry, and her comedic approach makes her a favorite (and frequent) guest of writers’ organizations, book clubs, private and government institutions, college and high school writing programs both here and abroad.
A writer who believes in “giving back,” Loree dedicates a portion of her income to Soldiers’ Angels, Special Operations Warrior Foundation, and other worthwhile organizations.
She splits her time between her home in the Baltimore suburbs and a cabin in the Allegheny Mountains, and shares both with her real-life hero Larry, who rarely complains, even when she adds yet another item to her vast collection of lighthouses, wind chimes, and “wolf stuff.”
Just a little story for your reading enjoyment. And you know what…it’s true!
Grandpa’s Hands by Loree Lough
I remember a day, not long ago, when my grandpa sat quietly on the patio bench, so intent on staring at his hands that he didn’t notice when I sat down beside him. This wasn’t like him, so I asked if he was OK.
“Yes,” he said, smiling. “I’m fine, thanks.”
“Then why are you staring at your hands? Do they hurt?”
He looked down at his hands again. “No, they’re fine, too.” He flexed the stubby, gnarled fingers, then faced at me. “Have you ever looked at your hands? I mean really looked at them?”
“No,” I admitted, opening and closing my own hands, “I don’t suppose I have.”
“Well, you should. And while you’re at it, think about how well they’ve served you over the years.”
His attention returned to his hands again. “These hands,” he continued, “are wrinkled, shriveled, and weak now. But they helped me reach out and grab life. Put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer.
They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They’ve been dirty, scraped and raw, broken and bent.
“They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. And decorated with a gold band to show the world that I’d married the most special woman on earth. They trembled when I walked my daughter down the aisle, and shook when I buried my parents. They’ve helped me hide my face, comb my hair, and cleansed my timeworn body. They’re marked by the ruggedness that has been my life.
“And these days, though the rest of me doesn’t work so well, these hands help me stand and lay down, and continue to fold in prayer. But most important of all, it will be these hands that God will take hold of when He leads me home, where He’ll lift me to His side, so that I can touch the face of Christ.”
When Death touched my grandpa, I took comfort in knowing that God was holding him in His loving hands.
And when my own hands ache, I remember Grandpa’s story, and take comfort in knowing he’ll be there to greet me when God takes my hands and leads me Home.
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