To Heal the Soldier’s Heart
Jonathon Bradby would gladly return to fighting the French if it meant avoiding his new title: war hero. Only he knows the reputation isn’t deserved. Then a visit to Sanctuary Bay brings renewed acquaintance with the lovely Lady Catherine Meriweather. He’s drawn to her, yet Cat surely deserves a real hero.
Overwhelmed with organizing a Yuletide celebration and her sister’s wedding, Cat gladly accepts Jonathan’s help. Soon she sees the gentle heart he conceals beneath his wit. But Jonathan’s need to prove himself could drive them apart—unless they’re bold enough to seize the unexpected gift of love.
Sanctuary Bay: Where three war heroes find the healing power of love
“Jonathan!” she called.
He paused, surprising Catherine, because she had been unsure if he would. “Yes?”
“You forgot this.” She walked around him and then faced him as she held out his coat.
“Thank you.” He bit off each word but took his coat, draping it over his arm.
“And thank you for what you did down in the kitchen.”
“No need.” He looked at a point over her head. “It doesn’t take a hero to put out a grease fire with salt.”
“I didn’t say anything about you being a hero. I simply thanked you for keeping it from spreading.” She folded her arms in front of her and gazed up at him. “Why is it so important to be a hero again? Haven’t you proven your courage by saving Charles?”
“You don’t understand.” He moved to go pass her.
She stepped in front of him again. “How can I understand when you don’t explain?”
“Ask anything you want of me. Just not that.”
JO ANN BROWN
has published more than one hundred titles under a variety of pen names since selling her first book in 1987. A former military officer, she enjoys telling stories, taking pictures and traveling. She has taught creative writing for more than twenty years and is always excited when one of her students sells a project. She has been married for more than thirty years and has three children and two spoiled cats. Currently she lives in Nevada. Her books have been translated into almost a dozen languages and sold on every continent except Antarctica. She enjoys hearing from her readers. Drop her a note at www.joannbrownbooks.com.
A Hero for Christmas
Jo Ann Brown
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I sought the Lord, and he answered me, and delivered me from my fears.
—Psalms 34:4
For Patrick, who has brought such a new happy melody to our family
Contents
Chapter One
Meriweather Hall, Sanctuary Bay, North Yorkshire
November 1816
Shouts came from the entrance hall. Loud shouts. Startled shouts. What was going on?
Catherine Meriweather rushed toward the front of the house. She should be asking: What else was going on? Her cousin Edmund, who had inherited the title of Lord Meriweather from her late father, had let their neighbor Sir Nigel Tresting persuade him that it would be fitting for the new baron to reinstate the old tradition of a Christmas Eve masquerade ball. But why hold it this year when her sister Sophia was getting married just before Christmas? The last Christmas Eve ball at Meriweather Hall had been years before Catherine was born. However, Cousin Edmund had bought the idea completely.
And then promptly handed the planning over to the Meriweather women. Her older sister, Sophia, was busy with her wedding gown, and their mother had gone to York to visit her sister who was recovering from a broken leg. That left Catherine with the responsibility for the assembly, which made no sense. She was the one who often overlooked details, the one who never managed to get anything organized the right way, the one with her head firmly in the clouds...the one whose faith had grown weak, so she did not have God to turn to when she felt overwhelmed. That was most of the time now; yet to leave the matters in Cousin Edmund’s hands would be a disaster, because he could not make the simplest decision.
But