Meet Emory and Grey!
It’s been great to hear from so many of you that you enjoyed A Journey to Love and meeting Grey and Emory!
I’m grateful to each reader who bought or borrowed the book. And I want to say a special thank you to those of you who posted reviews. Here are just a few of the things you had to say about this book:
Sweet Reviews
✒︎ This wonderful story was beautifully written and rooted in redemption and hope.
✒︎ This is a beautiful and heartwarming story with a blend of action, mystery, drama… and regrets. Oh, and I can’t forget secrets…
✒︎This story was very touching on how Emory and Grey met and their walk with God, listening to what He wanted of the two.
✒︎ Readers who enjoy a slow burn read that you can just sit back, relax and enjoy will appreciate this book.”
Meet Emory and Grey
Want to know more? Here’s an excerpt:
His narrowed gaze flicked to the rose garden. “Run!” he commanded. He flipped the tool belt to the ground and raced toward her.
Her legs pumping, she raced across the dried grass. A blur shot past her.
“It’s okay.” Grey’s voice was closer and softer.
He caught her up in his arms and pulled her to his hard chest. His heart pounded hard and fast against her rib cage. The heat of his touch sent her pulse racing, burning away her reason. She trembled, her body responding to his strong arms holding her close. His subtle essence filled her with a need she hadn’t known existed.
She braced herself. She refused to feel anything toward a man she’d never see again.
“What happened?” Emory stammered.
Grey to the rescue
“A skunk was hiding in the rose bushes.” He loosened his grip, but his fingers lingered at her waist. “How do you feel?”
“Fine.” She sniffed the air. “A skunk?” She lifted the back of her hand to her nose. “I don’t smell anything.”
“Neither do I.” His mouth lifted in a faint smile. “Looks like you dodged that creature’s hit.”
“Thankfully.” Tension drained from her shoulders, then she went rigid. She snapped her head toward the rose bushes. “Cupid. Did the skunk attack her?”
“She’s fine.” Grey tipped his head to the terrace. Skunks rarely attack. Their spray usually keeps attackers away.”
Cupid peeked from behind a ceramic urn and glanced at the rose garden. Her cautious look turned confident, and she sat on the slate tiles and cleaned her paws.
“Thank goodness, she’s all right.”
Grey gave a soft laugh, then looked back at the rose garden. “What were you doing anyway?”
Sound familiar?
“I was looking at the rose garden, but to be perfectly honest, I didn’t know where to begin. It’s such a snarled mess,” she said sadly as she moved down the terrace steps. “Did you ever see it when Mrs. Hill lived here?”
“Lots of times.” His voice was distant as if he remembered something.
“Was that a long time ago?” She was curious about the garden and him.
That familiar shuttered look returned. What buried part of his past did he shield from prying eyes? Was he always so aloof, or had he once been open and friendly?
