His Precious Inheritance. Dorothy Clark

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Название His Precious Inheritance
Автор произведения Dorothy Clark
Жанр Исторические любовные романы
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      The Baby Surprise

      After an adorable toddler arrives on her boss’s doorstep, Clarice Gordon’s job offer transforms from full-time journalist to part-time nanny. Clarice agrees to care for Charles Thornberg’s little brother as long as she can continue writing. But soon Charles stirs emotions in Clarice that are far from professional…

      Charles never dreamed he had a long-lost brother, but he’ll do everything to ensure the little one is loved. And Clarice amazes him with the warmth and care she shows the boy—so different from the career women he’s known. Charles doesn’t like surprises in his neatly ordered life, though thanks to this one, he may have stumbled upon the family he’s always wanted…

      What was he thinking?

      He was lonely, that was all. But he had family now. Jonathan was enough.

      A whistle sounded in the distance. He looked down at his brother and smiled. “You hear that whistle, Skipper? That’s another steamer telling us to get out of her way, that she’s coming into the dock.”

      “Boat!” Jonathan twisted around and pointed out on the lake.

      “That’s it. That’s the steamer.” He looked out over the water, focused his attention on the other vessel.

      Clarice turned to face them, smiled and straightened Jonathan’s stocking. He glanced down and met her gaze, and the oneness, the sharing of the moment he’d craved, happened.

      “I think he could wiggle right out of his clothes.”

      There was a proprietary tone, a touch of motherly pride in her soft words. She smiled, and the warmth in her eyes, the gentleness in the curve of her lips, sailed right by his common sense and lodged firmly in his heart.

      Award-winning author DOROTHY CLARK lives in rural New York. Dorothy enjoys traveling with her husband throughout the United States doing research and gaining inspiration for future books. Dorothy believes in God, love, family and happy endings, which explains why she feels so at home writing stories for Love Inspired Books. Dorothy enjoys hearing from her readers and may be contacted at [email protected].

       His Precious Inheritance

      Dorothy Clark

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Trust in the Lord with all thine heart;

      and lean not unto thine own understanding.

      —Proverbs 3:5

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      To my husband and sons—you all continually demonstrate the gentleness and safety to be found in a man’s strength. Thank you for teaching me how to write real heroes.

      And Sam. Once again, you’ve gone that “second mile” and hung in there with me through the deadline crunch. You’re a true cowboy hero—always galloping to a lady’s rescue. Thank you.

      Commit thy works unto the Lord,

      and thy thoughts shall be established.

      Your Word is truth. Thank You, Jesus.

      To God be the glory

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       About the Author

       Title Page

       Bible Verse

       Dedication

       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

       Chapter Seventeen

       Epilogue

       Dear Reader

       Extract

       Copyright

       Chapter One

      August 1878 Chautauqua Lake, New York

      “What is amusing you, Clarice?”

      Clarice Gordon met her mother’s gaze in the mirror and her smile turned into a grin. “I was remembering the flabbergasted look on the milliner’s face when I refused to have any adornment put on my hat.” She settled the brown felt forward of the thick knot of hair at the back of her head and anchored it in place.

      “Some brown-eyed Susans would add a touch of color. A cluster of them at the front would look pretty.”

      A wistful note shadowed her mother’s voice. “No doubt. But I’m not interested in looking pretty, Mama.” She adjusted the three tabs of fabric that fell like a flat cravat from the base of her high stand-up collar, then tugged the hem