North Country Hero. Lois Richer

      

      The Soldier’s Homecoming

      Back home to heal, army veteran Kyle Loness can’t wait to leave the town that holds such sad memories. He never expects beautiful newcomer Sara Kane to enlist his help with the town’s new youth center. What does he know about helping kids? But the more time he spends with the troubled teens—and Sara—the more the jaded soldier feels his defenses crumbling. It might take Sara—and the kids—to open his guarded heart to love again.

      Northern Lights: On the edge of the Arctic, love awaits.

      “I’m not the kind of person

      men want to marry.”

      “You’re not?” Kyle’s eyes did a head-to-toe scan of her. “Why?”

      “I’m not pretty,” Sara admitted, embarrassed. “I don’t know anything about fashion or how to dress. I certainly don’t know anything about love or, uh, romance. I’ve never even dated.”

      “Sara, not every man is concerned about glamour or looks. Not that you have to worry. You’re a very beautiful woman.” He touched her arm as if to reinforce his words. “But what matters most is that you have a generous, tender heart that cares for people. That’s the most attractive thing about you.”

      Inside her heart the persistent flicker of admiration she always felt for him flared into a full-fledged flame. But Sara didn’t know how to respond. If she wasn’t careful, his kindness would coax her into confessing the ugliness of her past and then he’d see that she wasn’t any of those things he’d said.

      LOIS RICHER

      began her travels the day she read her first book and realized that fiction provided an extraordinary adventure. Creating that adventure for others became her obsession. With millions of books in print, Lois continues to enjoy creating stories of joy and hope. She and her husband love to travel, which makes it easy to find the perfect setting for her next story. Lois would love to hear from you via www.loisricher.com, [email protected] or on Facebook.

      North Country Hero

      Lois Richer

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      For Jehovah hears the cries of his needy ones

      and does not look the other way.

      —Psalms 69:33

      I wrote this story after losing my father last September.

      I dedicate this book to his memory.

      I love you, Dad.

      Contents

       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

       Epilogue

       Dear Reader

       Questions for Discussion

      Chapter One

      “I’ve already told you, Marla. I don’t want to get involved with this ‘Lives Under Construction’ place.”

      The anger in the man’s voice and the mention of her new employer piqued Sara Kane’s interest so much, she stopped reading her book on the northern lights.

      “Yes, Marla,” he said with a weary sigh. “I know you told me I need to get involved, that you believe it will facilitate my recovery. And I will get involved. Eventually. But I told you I’m only going back home to Churchill to settle things. I’m not looking to get involved and I’m certainly not staying.”

      Sara suddenly realized she was listening in on someone’s private cell phone conversation. Shame suffused her, but it wasn’t as if he was whispering!

      Sara tried to refocus on her book but couldn’t because he was speaking again.

      “Fine,” he agreed with some exasperation. “I promise you I will touch base with Laurel Quinn while I’m there, since you’ve already told her I’m coming.”

      Did that mean this man knew Laurel? Maybe he, like her, was one of Laurel’s former foster kids, Sara mused.

      “But touching base is all I’m going to promise you, Marla. You’ve been a wonderful therapist, and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. But I have to stand on my own two feet now.” Though he barked out a laugh, Sara heard an underlying bitterness. “Two feet—get it? That was supposed to be a joke.”

      Sara didn’t understand what was so funny, but then that wasn’t unusual. At twenty-two, there were a lot of things she didn’t understand. But she would. She was going to Churchill, Canada, to work, but while she was there she intended to do all the things she’d missed during the ten miserable years she’d been in foster care.

      First on her to-do list was finding her birth mother.

      “I don’t know what my future plans