What it’s about:
Emily Carver wants a home where she can put down roots instead of following her gold-hungry father from one mining camp to another. She also longs for tenderness and love, both of which are missing in her life. Yet when she realizes she’s losing her heart to the intriguing new man in camp, she fiercely fights her feelings, afraid that love will only result in disappointment and heartache.
Caeden Thibault, a young geologist, comes to Montana to catalog minerals indigenous to the state. He’s a serious and guarded young man trying to escape the pain of his past. He has avoided all romantic entanglements, fearing he might become like his abusive father. But something about Emily Carver has caught his attention, something he never expected. . . .
Will these two broken souls allow God to bring healing and hope to their hurting hearts?
About the author:
Tracie Peterson is the award-winning author of over one hundred novels, both historical and contemporary. Her avid research resonates in her stories, as seen in her best-selling Heirs of Montana and Alaskan Quest series. Tracie and her family make their home in Montana. Visit her website at http://www.traciepeterson.com
From the Inside Flap
“When I have a home of my own, I shall have one of those wringer washing machines,” she announced while doing her best to squeeze the water from her newly washed clothes. She draped the wet things across a small line that her father had secured for her in the corner of the cabin. Given the warm Montana air, she knew they’d be dry in no time at all. Meanwhile she would wear her other skirt and one of Mother’s old blouses. She had just gathered the pieces from her trunk when the cabin door opened without warning.
Clutching the skirt and blouse to her, Emily looked up to meet the gaze of the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen. The serious but handsome face they belonged to remained fixed on her face. Emily all but forgot what she was doing. She found it impossible to speak. The stranger continued to stare as if transfixed. Who was he? Why had he come?
All at once he turned away. “Excuse me.”
He called over his shoulder. “You must be Emily. Your father told me to just come on in. I’m sorry if I frightened you.”
“I am . . . Emily.” Her voice sounded strange in her ears. “And you are?”
“Caeden Thibault.” –This text refers to the Hardcover edition.