Christmas Gifts: Small Town Christmas / Her Christmas Cowboy. Brenda Minton

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       Praise for Gail Gaymer Martin

      “Gail Gaymer Martin has certainly mastered the art

      of creating romantic tension between characters.”

      —Carly Kendall, www.carlybirdshome.blogspot.com,

      on A Dad of His Own

      “A fun read with a serious side.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Bride in Training

      “Faith, hope, love and forgiveness all play a role

      in this terrifically warm, endearing tale.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Family in His Heart

       Praise for Brenda Minton

      “A lovely romance where the characters’

      acceptance of God’s plans surprisingly

      brings them their hearts’ desires.”

      —RT Book Reviews on The Cowboy’s Family

      “A satisfyingly emotional story.”

      —RT Book Reviews on The Cowboy’s Courtship

      “Brenda Minton excels at showing readers deep

      and intense emotions. This is a powerful story of …

      recognizing what is truly important in life.”

      —Debbie Wiley, www.bookilluminations.com,

      on Jenna’s Cowboy Hero

      Christmas Gifts

      Small Town Christmas

      Gail Gaymer Martin

      Her Christmas Cowboy

      Brenda Minton

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Small Town Christmas

      Gail Gaymer Martin

      Dear Reader,

      The wonder of Christmas captures everyone—children and adults. Families enjoy their special holiday traditions, yet for some, traditions fade as they did for Mike following his wife’s death. The death of loved ones seems harder to bear at Christmas. Yet we rejoice because we know they are waiting for us one day. And as Mike said to the twins, love is endless, and even though he and the girls had lost a wife and mother, love opens doors again to new experiences and new relationships. Amy opened a door for Mike and his girls. God hears our prayers and knows our hearts. He provides not only at Christmas, but also every day of our lives.

      I hope you enjoyed meeting Amy, Mike, Grams and the twins, who learned to show their love again. I also hope you enjoyed the people of Harrisville, a real small town in northern Michigan.

      May your Christmas be blessed, and may you allow the Lord to open doors of love and hope for you this Christmas and always.

      Thanks to Love Inspired Books Senior Editor, Melissa Endlich, who invited me to participate in this special two-in-one Christmas novel. Many thanks to the wonderful people I met while visiting the real town of Harrisville. Thanks to the principal of Alcona Elementary School, Mrs. Sharon Fairchild, and her staff, including a second-grade teacher. To Manny Pompa, owner of the Flour Garden, who provided me with information about the Christmas tree lighting event and Christmas in the Village. To Judy Labadie with the Harrisville Chamber of Commerce, who answered many of my questions in person and via the telephone. To Carol Luck, head librarian at the Alcona County Library in Harrisville, and to Deidre Gray, owner of Maggies On Main, who fielded many questions or guided me to someone who knew the answer. As always, my love and thanks to my husband, Bob, who stands by me even with my last-minute research plans.

      You have made known to me the paths of life;

      you will fill me with joy in your presence.

      —Acts 2:28

      Chapter One

      “You do understand that this is only temporary?”

      Amy Carroll jerked her eyes away from the fall scene outside the window and gazed at the Alcona Elementary School principal. “Yes, I understand, Mrs. Fredericks. My grandmother told me the situation when she called.” Grams seemed to know everything in the small town. “Temporary is fine. I lived in Chicago for five years, and I would miss the hustle and bustle being gone too long. I’d love to be called back, but I don’t expect it to happen.”

      “Don’t give up hope. You might be.”

      The finality washed over her. “They’ve closed a number of schools in the Chicago area, including the one where I taught. My only option would be finding a position somewhere outside the city.”

      Mrs. Fredericks smacked her hands together. “Whatever happens, this works well for us. You have excellent credentials, and I’m pleased you’ll be joining our staff on Monday to finish out the school year.” She closed the file folder, slipped it into her desk tray and rolled back in her chair. “Welcome to Alcona Elementary.” She rose and extended her hand. “The secretary will give you what you need—a school calendar, your textbooks and a lesson planning guide. You’ve taught second grade before, so it’s perfect.”

      Amy stood and grasped her hand. “It is, and thanks so much.” She gave a firm shake and stepped toward the door. “I look forward to—”

      “Mrs. Fredericks.” The office secretary leaned into the room. “Mr. Russet—you know, the twins’ father—is waiting to see you.”

      “The twins. Yes.” A heavy sigh whisked the air as the principal’s shoulders slumped. “You can …” She paused and eyed Amy. “Ask him to wait just a moment.”

      Amy took another step toward the door, anxious to retreat.

      “Please wait a moment, Miss Carroll.”

      Amy jerked to a halt.

      “The twins will be in your class next week.”

      “Really?” Amy tried to keep a smile on her face.

      Mrs. Fredericks nodded. “It might help you to meet the girls. They have a propensity for getting into trouble. Earlier this week, Holly tripped Ivy while she was jumping rope.”

      Amy struggled to keep her eyebrows from arching. “Is this common?”

      “I’m afraid so. It’s their typical behavior, and as always, Holly insisted it was only an accident.”

      “Could it have been?” She liked to give children the benefit of the doubt in such situations.

      “Not usually, but I think sometimes Ivy sets up the situation. Almost feeds Holly the ideas. Their teacher hasn’t put her finger on the trouble. Maybe you can.”

      Maybe you can. Amy managed to keep her composure. The pressure didn’t set well, although the comment appeared to be a compliment. But what if she failed?

      “I’d like you to meet them. They’re right across the hall in the cafeteria. It might help you prepare for Monday.”

      A niggling sense of worry settled over Amy. “I suppose that would be … practical.”

      “Plus you can keep an eye on them while I talk with their father.” Mrs. Fredericks chuckled and motioned her to follow. “Let me introduce you.”

      Amy followed Mrs. Fredericks through the doorway. Across the hall, she spotted the girls seated on each side of the cafeteria benches, cuter and sweeter looking than her perception. Although not identical twins, their features were