Another roadblock...
or the family she’s looking for?
When single mom Faith Brennan discovers the Virginia inn she grew up in is for sale, she’s determined to make a bid. Even if that means going head-to-head with handsome real estate broker Joshua Carlson. But competing with Joshua would be a lot easier if Faith’s young daughter wasn’t growing so attached to him...and if Faith could stop picturing running the inn with Joshua by her side.
Weekdays, JILL WEATHERHOLT works for the City of Charlotte. On the weekend, she writes contemporary stories about love, faith and forgiveness. Raised in the suburbs of Washington, DC, she now resides in North Carolina. She holds a degree in psychology from George Mason University and a paralegal studies certification from Duke University. She shares her life with her real-life hero and number one supporter. Jill loves connecting with readers at jillweatherholt.com.
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A Father for Bella
Jill Weatherholt
ISBN: 978-1-474-08556-4
A FATHER FOR BELLA
© 2018 Jill Weatherholt
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Joshua shot her a look. “I’m here for the auction.”
Silence filled the room.
Faith fiddled with the guest towels before she finally spoke. “If that’s the only reason you’ve come, you’re wasting your time. There’s not going to be an auction.”
Obviously, the woman was in denial. She’d lose her home and possibly her job. Maybe he could hire her—but really, why would she want to work for him? “What makes you say that?”
“I plan to contact the owner. I’ll make him an offer, so an auction won’t be necessary.”
“And you have that kind of—” He bit his tongue, realizing he’d overstepped his bounds.
She grimaced. “Not right at the moment, but I’ll get it. This property is way too important to me to let it go. I’ll explain it to the owners—they’ll understand.”
If she only knew who she was up against, she’d realize she was fighting a losing battle. His father could care less about her family. He certainly didn’t care about his own. “I wouldn’t count on it.”
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
—Hebrews 11:1
When I was a little girl, the sound of late night sirens sent me running to my parents’ bedroom, seeking refuge underneath their covers. I feared the emergency vehicle was on its way to our house.
Unlike Faith Brennan, who experienced the devastating loss of her firefighter husband that resulted in a fear of hospitals and triggered panic attacks, my distress was unfounded. In time, I outgrew that anxiety, but others took root.
Fear seeps into all of our lives, weaving itself around our heart and mind. It comes in many forms, both big and small. Left unchecked, it can interfere with our daily living and prevent us from being in the will of God. Living apprehensive of what might happen can often create more anxiety than actually facing the fear head on.
The longer we allow fear to linger, the more difficult it is to break free. Faith and Joshua released their fears, and you can, too. Make a decision to step out in faith and live the life God has in store for you. Remember, He is greater than any obstacle you may be facing.
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Jill
To Derek, my forever hero.
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