Thursday, October 14, 2010

From The Vault

White Roses
HS #902

Pastor Grayson Sterling loves his wife. But Sara was killed two years ago. Grayson knows that the continuing depth of his grief is not healthy. Desperate, he convinces his church to hire Mark Welch as associate pastor to relieve some of his load. When Adrea Welch arrives at church with her brother, Grayson cannot deny his attraction to her. For years, florist Adrea Welch has been arranging white roses for Sara Sterling. Now those flowers are carried to the cemetery by a grieving husband. How can Adrea be so attracted to a man still devoted to his dead wife?

Pastor Grayson Sterling loves his wife.

The problem is, Sara was killed by a hit-and-run driver two years ago. Grayson knows he needs to move on, that the continuing depth of his grief is not healthy for him or his young son. Desperate, he convinces his church to hire Mark Welch as associate pastor to relieve him of some of his load. When Adrea Welch arrives at his church with her brother, Grayson cannot deny his attraction to her.

For years, florist Adrea Welch has been artfully arranging white roses for Sara Sterling. Now those flowers are carried to the cemetery by a faithful, grieving husband. How can Adrea be so attracted to a man still devoted to his dead wife? When secrets from Adrea’s past collide with their budding relationship, both she and Grayson must learn to lean on God’s abiding wisdom.

White Roses Key Verse:

“For I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, fear not: I will help thee.” (Isaiah 41:13)

White Roses Excerpt:

“Whoa!” Adrea Welch teetered on top of the rickety three-step utility ladder. With both arms flung out, surfing style, she regained her balance and pressed a hand to her pounding heart.

“Let me hold that for you,” a deep voice echoed from the back of the sanctuary.
The man hurried toward her. Emerald green eyes, windswept sable hair, and an irresistible cleft in his chin. Late-twenties, maybe thirty. Probably the groom. All the impossibly handsome men, especially the nice, mannerly ones who hung out in church, were taken.

Especially in tiny Romance, Arkansas.

But looks weren’t everything and he might never have been in a church before, just here for the wedding. Underneath that heart-tilting smile, he might be a jerk.
“Thanks.” She glanced down, making sure he wasn’t helping as an excuse to check her out. He wasn’t. Instead, he studied her work.

“I’m almost done.” Adrea looped yellow roses through the white latticework archway.
“The church should invest in a better ladder.”

“Actually, it’s mine.” She weaved ivy through the roses and climbed down. He was tall, at least six foot three. The top of her head came just about nose level on him.
“Are you in the wedding party?” He slung his jacket over one shoulder. Shirtsleeves, rolled up almost to the elbow, revealed muscled forearms.

“I’m the florist.” Always the florist; never the bride. “Adrea Welch.”

“A-dree-uh.”

She nodded at the correct pronunciation. “Very good, but I’ve been known to answer to Adrian and Andrea.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Adrea.” He offered his hand. “I’m the pastor at Palisade over in Rose Bud. Grayson Sterling. Most folks call me Pastor Grayson.”
She suppressed a gasp and shook his hand. Warmth spread over her at his firm, yet gentle grip.

“I’m sorry, have we met?”

“Um, I usually do the white roses.”

The light in his eyes snuffed out.

Six years of standing orders for his wife’s birthday, their son’s birthday, and their anniversary. For the last two, he hand-delivered the flowers to the cemetery. And added Valentine’s Day to mark the date of her death.

“Sara always treasured them and thought it so romantic to get flowers from Romance.” His voice sounded forced. “Even though mine is always the same order, you make each one unique.”

“I actually enjoy the challenge of making each array distinctive.” How lame. Might as well tell him I take pleasure in arranging flowers for his dead wife. “She must have been a very special lady.”

“Yes.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets. “How long have you been at Floral Designs?”

“Seven years.”

“I’ve been a patron and pastored the church almost that long.” He frowned. “Odd that we’ve never met before.”

“I hardly ever go out to the showroom, and only started decorating wedding sites in the last few months.” She fluffed the swirl of tulle at the base of each brass candelabra to catch the rainbow of light reflecting through the lone stained-glass window.

“This is the first wedding I’ve agreed to officiate since Sara. . . So, you attend here at Mountain Grove?”

“From the time I can remember, and my sister’s husband is the preacher.” She cocked her head to the side, surveying the archway. Yellow roses were her favorite. Once upon a time, she’d planned to use them for her own special day.
She checked her watch. Almost time for the round of afternoon weddings to start. “I better get out of your way.”

“Nice meeting you. I’ll pick up Sara’s arrangement later.”

“It’ll be ready.” She hurried out of the church, slipping on her jacket. Preachers really shouldn’t look so good. How could any self-respecting Christian female concentrate on the sermon? He definitely lived up to the romantic hero her employees mooned over every time he came to pick up the roses. No wonder the salesclerks called him Prince Sterling.

Question of the day: Do you prefer flowers or candy?

9 comments:

  1. OK, I am a guy who is not afraid to say it...what is this "or" business? I have received flowers before and thoroughly enjoyed the gift. And who doesn't love something sweet. I think to give it guy twist, I would love a flowering plant and something homemade for the sweet part.

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  2. My hubby loves something homemade in the sweet department.

    I'm so excited to have something in the vault. When I was on the Heartsong Connection blog before, my vault was empty, so another author had to step up to the plate.

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  3. Shannon, you have been such a fun hostess this week. People have really enjoyed the conversations with you. And you provided some good questions too. Thanks so much. And, I'm with Aaron, does it have to be an "or". But if I had to choose, I think I'd take the flowers.

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  4. I'm in total agreement, Jeri. Shannon has been a wonderful hostess this week. :)

    If I HAD to choose, I'd choose the flowers over the candy.

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  5. Thanks Jeri and Erica,

    I thoroughly enjoyed it. I'm an avid talker. I'll take the flowers too. I'm that person who is always on a diet, so I rarely eat chocolate.

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  6. Rosemary TravisOctober 14, 2010

    I have to agree with all of you. Shannon has been awesome. I love to read, and I don't just read anything. I love christain romance. I loved White Roses and i can't wait to read White Doves and White Pearls. Normally when there is a set of volumes involved i normally wait until i have the complete set before i read any of them. However, I couldn't wait on all three of Shannon's books. I had to read it, and it was GREAT!! Keep up the great work. I prefer getting flowers. I love flowers.
    rft-1961@hotmail.com

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  7. Hi Rosemary,

    You're always so supportive, encouraging, and complimentary. What more could a writer want?

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  8. I haven't posted this week but have enjoyed reading these posts (and I also agree about Shannon! LOVED the dedication to her precious Daddy). ~ Hmmm...flowers and candy are both wonderful...but if it had to be one, I'd choose the flowers! :)
    Blessings, Patti Jo
    p.s. This story sounds so sweet....

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  9. Hi Patty Jo,

    Thanks for stopping by. The idea for the first book in this series came from my dad sending me flowers or balloons every Valentine's Day, so I had to dedicate one of the books to him. Without him, the series wouldn't be.

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