A Cowboy For The Twins. Carolyne Aarsen

Noah and Shauntelle as they learn to place their life in God’s hands. As they learn to accept healing from the past. As they go forward into a new future together.

      This is the last of the Cedar Ridge stories, and I hope you enjoyed your time here.

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      Blessings,

      Carolyne

      And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes;

      and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow,

      nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain:

      for the former things are passed away.

      —Revelation 21:4

      For my beloved father,

      whose life was a reflection of his faith.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       About the Author

       Booklist

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Introduction

       Dear Reader

       Bible Verse

       Dedication

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Epilogue

       Extract

       Chapter One

      That did not sound good.

      Shauntelle’s hands tightened on the steering wheel of her car as the engine’s whining grew louder. She eased off the gas and the ominous racket quieted, but as soon as she accelerated, it got worse.

      Definitely not good.

      “What’s that noise?” Millie called out from the back seat of the car.

      “I think it’s the sound of trouble,” Shauntelle muttered.

      And that’s when smoke streamed out from under the hood.

      Shauntelle braked, pulling over as far as she dared to the side of the road as the cloud grew. The scent of coolant leaking assaulted her nose.

      “What’s going on?” Millie released her seat belt and hung over the front seat of Shauntelle’s subcompact vehicle.

      “Why did you stop?” Margaret echoed her sister’s concern, but she stayed obediently buckled up as she looked up from the book she’d been reading.

      “My car is not cooperating with my well-laid plans,” was all she said, turning the engine off at once.

      Shauntelle hid her frustration from her seven-year-old daughters. According to her budget, this little car needed to last her at least another year. She had bigger priorities.

      After her husband Roger’s death in a car bombing in Afghanistan two years ago, Shauntelle had grieved, railed against life and, to her shame, Roger. He was doing a temporary job, working for Doctors Without Borders, a dream of his since he had graduated med school.

      He had died on one of those trips.

      Shauntelle couldn’t afford to stay in Vancouver and because she couldn’t rent, let alone buy, a place of her own, she moved in with her parents in Cedar Ridge, Alberta. The girls settled into school, and at her brother Josiah’s urging, she started making plans for a restaurant in Cedar Ridge. It had been a lifelong dream of hers, and things were finally coming together.

      However, the dream did not include a car breakdown. Especially not when it was full of baking deliveries she needed to finish by the end of the day.

      She clutched the steering wheel as she inhaled, practicing what her grief counselor had told her. Pull back. Let go. Focus on the next thing you can do.

      And commit everything to the Lord.

      Since Roger’s death, Shauntelle had struggled with God. When Josiah died in a construction accident only a year ago, she really felt betrayed by Him.

      But she knew she had nowhere else to go, and so she slowly found her way back to God. After the major things she’d dealt with, however, she didn’t think it proper to pray for a car.

      She pulled in another