White Pearls by Shannon Taylor Vanatter
But no matter what everyone in Rose Bud, Arkansas thinks of her, Shell Evans is back in town with a job to do. She'll just have to stick it out and make the best of things. But why does Ryler have to be the landscaper on this project? She was just getting her heart back under control.
Ryler Grant has his own reasons for being in Rose Bud, and they certainly don't include Shell. Spying on his birth family was going to be hard enough. He doesn't have time to worry about a woman who dumped him. . . even if his heart says otherwise.
But God's love can change the hardest heart. In the light of His presence, even the darkest past can be overcome. They may not know it, but the people of Rose Bud are about to change!
"And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free."
John 8:32 KJV
Something cracked. The railing gave way, and Shell screamed. Ryler grabbed her arm and jerked her toward him. They landed in a heap by the door with her face buried in his solid chest. She pushed away from him.
He helped her up. "You okay?"
The balustrade where she'd stood was gone, leaving twisted, splintered wood in it's wake.
Yellow pollen dust smeared her pink T-shirt and jeans. She swiped at it with shaky hands, and managed to pat most of it out.
Ryler coughed and cleared his throat. A few gasps later, he caught his breath.
"Are you sick?"
"Allergies. All this pollen. If it's green and grows in the spring, I'm allergic to it."
"And you're a landscaper?"
"Gotta make a living somehow." Ryler ran a hand through his dark waves, sending them tumbling in disarray.
She swallowed hard.
"I don't remember you having allergies before." But she remembered everything else. His deep voice that sent shivers over her spine, his touch that shot lightning through her veins, and his kiss that turned her into a quivering, brainless idiot.
Shannon Taylor Vannatter is a stay-at-home mom/pastor's wife/writer. When not writing, she runs circles in the care and feeding of her husband, Grant, their eight-year-old son, and their church congregation. Home is a central Arkansas zoo with two charcoal gray cats, a chocolate lab, a dragonfish, and three dachshunds in weenie dog heaven. If given the chance to clean house or write, she'd rather write. Her goal is to hire Alice from the Brady Brunch.
Do you find it hard to forget the past and move on? Or are you a person who can leave the past behind and look toward the future?