My husband sat cowering before his
austere benefactress. His eyes were
averted from her majestic person, and
for what must have been the first time
in his adult life, he had nary a word to
say. The teacup shuddered in his
hand, and its delicate porcelain made
a most indelicate clanging as it tottered
against the saucer below. Her
pronouncement appeared to have
fallen as a mighty blow to him, and if
the thrust of her words failed to make
me flinch, it was only because I had
been steadied by a long habit of
resignation, a practice I had first begun
to adopt the hour I learned I was not
pretty.
An Unlikely Missionary --
Skylar Hamilton Burris
Author of the Religious Romance
Bestseller Conviction: a sequel to
Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice
austere benefactress. His eyes were
averted from her majestic person, and
for what must have been the first time
in his adult life, he had nary a word to
say. The teacup shuddered in his
hand, and its delicate porcelain made
a most indelicate clanging as it tottered
against the saucer below. Her
pronouncement appeared to have
fallen as a mighty blow to him, and if
the thrust of her words failed to make
me flinch, it was only because I had
been steadied by a long habit of
resignation, a practice I had first begun
to adopt the hour I learned I was not
pretty.
An Unlikely Missionary --
Skylar Hamilton Burris
Author of the Religious Romance
Bestseller Conviction: a sequel to
Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice
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“Ceilidh!” I shouted into the wind.
"Ceilidh, come back!”
I don’t know whether she heard me
or just suddenly decided to
change direction but the little dog
swung to her left, swimming upriver
parallel to the shore, battling wind
and an outgoing tide. Her little red
head rising and falling with the
swell, she plodded steadily along
with the slow, strong strokes that
had been her lifelong trademark.
"Ceilidh, come!” I shouted running
up the shore in an effort to keep
abreast of her, the two younger
dogs racing at my heels.
It was to no avail. She kept right
on. I realized I was in the water up
to my hips, calling her, begging
her to come back to me.
Then suddenly she did. Turning,
she swung to her left, toward the
shore. . . and me.
Ceilidh's Quest --
Gail MacMillan
2007 DWAA
Maxwell Award
Winning Title
"Ceilidh, come back!”
I don’t know whether she heard me
or just suddenly decided to
change direction but the little dog
swung to her left, swimming upriver
parallel to the shore, battling wind
and an outgoing tide. Her little red
head rising and falling with the
swell, she plodded steadily along
with the slow, strong strokes that
had been her lifelong trademark.
"Ceilidh, come!” I shouted running
up the shore in an effort to keep
abreast of her, the two younger
dogs racing at my heels.
It was to no avail. She kept right
on. I realized I was in the water up
to my hips, calling her, begging
her to come back to me.
Then suddenly she did. Turning,
she swung to her left, toward the
shore. . . and me.
Ceilidh's Quest --
Gail MacMillan
2007 DWAA
Maxwell Award
Winning Title
"Damn him!" he swore. "And he had
the nerve to act affronted when I
suggested that—Nevermind!" His
blue eyes latched onto hers with an
intensity that frightened her. "Lizzie,
I'm asking you if you desire this
marriage? For if you do not, if you
have reservations of any kind, then
you must marry me instead.
Immediately."
He dropped to one knee on the dirt
and stone of the drive before the
house, and he moved his hand down
her arm to clutch at her hand. "Go to
Gretna Green with me, Lizzie! I
understand that you may be in some
manner of condition as to make you
reluctant to join with me in
matrimony, but I assure you that
there would never be a word of
reproach from my lips or any
indication that I thought any child
from you were any other but my
own!"
And she opened her lips in
astonishment, a warm flush sweep-
ing across her features. "Andrew, I
assure you—!"
In the Brief Eternal Silence --
Rebecca Melvin
the nerve to act affronted when I
suggested that—Nevermind!" His
blue eyes latched onto hers with an
intensity that frightened her. "Lizzie,
I'm asking you if you desire this
marriage? For if you do not, if you
have reservations of any kind, then
you must marry me instead.
Immediately."
He dropped to one knee on the dirt
and stone of the drive before the
house, and he moved his hand down
her arm to clutch at her hand. "Go to
Gretna Green with me, Lizzie! I
understand that you may be in some
manner of condition as to make you
reluctant to join with me in
matrimony, but I assure you that
there would never be a word of
reproach from my lips or any
indication that I thought any child
from you were any other but my
own!"
And she opened her lips in
astonishment, a warm flush sweep-
ing across her features. "Andrew, I
assure you—!"
In the Brief Eternal Silence --
Rebecca Melvin
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What could she say to Georgiana,
Elizabeth Darcy wondered. The girl
had promised herself. She could
not, with honor, reject that promise
now. And as far as Mrs. Darcy
knew, there was no greater
prospect, no more likely candidate
to inspire her love. "You care for
Major Talbot?"
"Very much."
"It will suffice. In time, perhaps, you
will grow to love one another more
deeply."
That was precisely what Georgiana
had been telling herself. She had
even believed it, at first. But by now
she had admitted to herself that the
emotion she suffered for Mr.
Markwood was not a mere
distraction. She knew she did not
love Major Talbot as a wife should
because she now knew what real
love was. She had for some time
known that her love for the Major
was not intense, but until today,
she had not fully confessed to
herself how deep was the love she
felt for Jacob Markley.
Conviction: a sequel to
Pride and Prejudice --
Skylar Hamilton Burris
Amazon/Waldenbooks
Religious Romance Bestseller
Elizabeth Darcy wondered. The girl
had promised herself. She could
not, with honor, reject that promise
now. And as far as Mrs. Darcy
knew, there was no greater
prospect, no more likely candidate
to inspire her love. "You care for
Major Talbot?"
"Very much."
"It will suffice. In time, perhaps, you
will grow to love one another more
deeply."
That was precisely what Georgiana
had been telling herself. She had
even believed it, at first. But by now
she had admitted to herself that the
emotion she suffered for Mr.
Markwood was not a mere
distraction. She knew she did not
love Major Talbot as a wife should
because she now knew what real
love was. She had for some time
known that her love for the Major
was not intense, but until today,
she had not fully confessed to
herself how deep was the love she
felt for Jacob Markley.
Conviction: a sequel to
Pride and Prejudice --
Skylar Hamilton Burris
Amazon/Waldenbooks
Religious Romance Bestseller
Amid the frantic activity of readying
for battle, Perry stepped forward
from the weather rail and removed
from the binnacle a folded flag. He
let if fall to the deck, reveal-ing
amid its blue background with gold
letters a call to arms, Don’t give up
the Ship! Perry climbed up on a
carronade carriage, one foot on its
barrel and called out for all to hear,
“My brave lads, this flag bears the
dying words of the brave Captain
Lawrence. Shall I hoist it?”
“Aye! Aye! Let her fly!” and then
followed “Huzza!” thrice shouted as
the main truck flag halyard brought
the banner aloft into the small
breeze and it fluttered to leeward.
Captain Lee, as did others in the
squadron, trained a glass on the
pennant, reported it to their men
and a resolve spread amid the
decks of the American squadron as
the sails of the British ships grew
larger and brighter in the late
morning sun. . .
One Sloop and Slow Match,
Book 2 Great Lakes, Great Guns
Historical Series --
James Spurr -- Governor Appointed
Author to the Michigan Commission on
the Commemoration of the Bicentennial
of the War of 1812.
for battle, Perry stepped forward
from the weather rail and removed
from the binnacle a folded flag. He
let if fall to the deck, reveal-ing
amid its blue background with gold
letters a call to arms, Don’t give up
the Ship! Perry climbed up on a
carronade carriage, one foot on its
barrel and called out for all to hear,
“My brave lads, this flag bears the
dying words of the brave Captain
Lawrence. Shall I hoist it?”
“Aye! Aye! Let her fly!” and then
followed “Huzza!” thrice shouted as
the main truck flag halyard brought
the banner aloft into the small
breeze and it fluttered to leeward.
Captain Lee, as did others in the
squadron, trained a glass on the
pennant, reported it to their men
and a resolve spread amid the
decks of the American squadron as
the sails of the British ships grew
larger and brighter in the late
morning sun. . .
One Sloop and Slow Match,
Book 2 Great Lakes, Great Guns
Historical Series --
James Spurr -- Governor Appointed
Author to the Michigan Commission on
the Commemoration of the Bicentennial
of the War of 1812.
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