Lane T. Dennis

Dane Ortlund

Justin Buzzard

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A 12-Week Study

In this study of John's Gospel, pastor and author Justin Buzzard helps readers understand the most theologically and philosophically profound account of Jesus's life, death, and resurrection in the New Testament.

John

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The Year China Discovered America

1421

David Bach

A Powerful One-Step Plan to Live and Finish Rich

Revised edition of the author's The automatic millionaire, 2004.

The Automatic Millionaire, Expanded and Updated

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Walter R. Borneman

Nimitz, Halsey, Leahy, and King--The Five-Star Admirals Who Won the War at Sea

How history's only five-star admirals triumphed in World War II and made the United States the world's dominant sea power. Only four men in American history have been promoted to the five-star rank of Admiral of the Fleet: William Leahy, Ernest King, Chester Nimitz, and William Halsey. These four men were the best and the brightest the navy produced, and together they led the U.S. navy to victory in World War II, establishing the United States as the world's greatest fleet. In THE ADMIRALS, award-winning historian Walter R. Borneman tells their story in full detail for the first time. Drawing upon journals, ship logs, and other primary sources, he brings an incredible historical moment to life, showing us how the four admirals revolutionized naval warfare forever with submarines and aircraft carriers, and how these men-who were both friends and rivals-worked together to ensure that the Axis fleets lay destroyed on the ocean floor at the end of World War II.

The Admirals

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George Wethern

Vincent Colnett

The Full Story of the Hells Angels

An inside account of the Hell's Angels, told by one of its most notorious leaders.

A Wayward Angel

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Carolyne Aarsen

Rancher Kip Cosgrove promised his dying brother he'd take care of his motherless young twins. So when the boys' estranged aunt shows up on the Cosgrove doorstep with a will and the law on her side, Kip digs in his boot heels. Nicole Williams is wonderful with the boys, but Kip is just as much their kin as she is. And until legal issues are settled, she'll have to abide by his rules. Which means visiting the twins at the ranch. Seeing how much he loves the boys. How much they love him. And maybe…staying forever.

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Hometown Princess

Ruth Logan Herne

Wanting to do right by his impressionable daughters, widower Cam Calhoun knows they need a woman's touch. But when his high school sweetheart returns to town to open a beauty spa, Cam plans to keep his distance. Meredith Brennan left him without a word over a decade ago. Now talk of hairstyles and nail polish have his tomboy daughters way too excited. Yet when Meredith hires him to make her dream come true, Cam discovers he just might have what she needs most: the love of a family.



A Family to Cherish

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Rocky Mountain Heirs

The Nanny’s Homecoming

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The Daughter He Never Knew

Courting Miss Adelaide

Patricia Davids

After two years away, Katie Lantz returns to her Amish community nine months pregnant--and unmarried. With nowhere else to turn, she nervously knocks on her family's door, fearing she'll be shunned. Yet the handsome stranger who now owns the farm welcomes her in--just in time for Katie to give birth. Carpenter Elam Sutter and his kindly mother care for Katie and her newborn in a loving way she never dreamed was possible. But in the face of a heartwrenching choice, Katie learns just what family, faith and acceptance truly mean.

Katie's Redemption

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Their First Noel

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The Carpenter’s Wife

His Forever Love

Her Wedding Wish

Betsy St. Amant

"Mommy, I Want To Be A Fireman."

Widowed mother Marissa Hawthorne's little boy wants to be like his new hero--firefighter Jacob Greene. But Marissa and her son lost too much to the profession of firefighting already. She can't possibly let either of them get close to the man, no matter how noble he is. Especially because her own father is Jacob's boss. But when Jacob hires her to plan a special birthday party for his niece, Marissa soon learns that Jacob is a hero in many ways. And that taking risks for love is what life and faith are truly about.



Fireman Dad

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Lenora Worth

What was that infernal noise?

Simon Adams winced as he lost concentration yet again. Turning from the pair of boots he''d been working on for the last three hours, Simon grunted. That famous country singer in Nashville would just have to wait a while longer to get his handmade boots.

Right now Simon had to go outside and find out what was going on across the fence in what used to be a vacant vacation cabin. A cabin nestled in the riotous spring beauty of the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Georgia near the little river town of Knotwood.

There it went again. The banging and knocking, the giggling and shouting.

People.

Simon didn''t like people.

His brother''s dog, Shiloh--he really didn''t like the dog either--followed Simon out the double doors of his workshop, barking at the unusual noises echoing over the woods and trees. Obviously Shiloh was more excited about this intrusion than Simon. They both enjoyed the quiet of the countryside, but the dog craved company.

"Quit your whining," Simon said to the big golden retriever. "We don''t need company today."

Stalking up to the fence line, he couldn''t believe his eyes. Someone was moving into the big, sprawling cabin next to his. Okay, maybe a hundred yards from his, but still too close for comfort.

Shiloh barked again, a friendly let''s-go-see-who-it-is kind of bark.

"No," Simon told the dog. "Why didn''t you go into town with Rick anyway?"

Shiloh appeared sheepish then turned to stare at what looked like an army of people in all kinds of sizes and shapes lining up in front of the house to unload a big passenger van. Small people.

"Great. Kids." Just what he needed. He didn''t really like kids, either.

Shifting on his old work boots, Simon ignored the fresh spring air filled with the scent of honeysuckle and the sound of birds chirping in a church choir harmony. He pushed thoughts of his deceased wife Marcy out of his mind. He''d never hear his own children laughing. And he didn''t want to hear these particular children--seven of them at last count--next door to his studio day in and day out for who knew how long. They only reminded him of what he would never have.

"This is not good, dog," he said to Shiloh. Not good at all. He liked his seclusion. He liked being alone.

Frustrated, he turned to go back inside when a woman emerged from the cabin and clapped her hands together. "Finish up and we''ll start the camp-fire and cook some hotdogs. The best you''ll ever eat in your life, I promise."

The woman had dark curly hair falling in layers around her porcelain face and a pretty smile that could probably charm those twittering birds. She wore jeans and a bright pink shirt, a plaid scarf notched around her neck at a jaunty angle, making her stand out against the green woods.

Nice.

Shiloh barked his approval and before Simon could hide, the woman glanced over and looked right at him. Then she came prancing over to the fence.

"Hello, neighbor," she said, waving as if he were a long-lost friend, her perky smile broadening, her eyes as blue as the sky. "I''m Shanna. Shanna White."

He really didn''t like perky. "Simon," he said with a grunt while she bent down to pet Shiloh through the fence.

"You''re Rick''s brother," she replied, smiling at Shiloh. "Cari told me all about you." Then she lifted up to stare at him. "She also told me you don''t like to be bothered. Sorry if we interrupted your work."

That was certainly direct. Simon stumbled through his words. "It''s okay. Nice to meet you."

"Same here," Shanna said. "We''ll be here during spring break, doing the usual things--hiking, fishing, rafting on the river, cookouts around the campfire."

"And how long is...uh...spring break?"

Giving him a mock frown, she said, "All next week. We''re here from today to next Saturday. I''d better get back to the troops. I have one very young one over there and even though her grandmother came along to chaperone, Katie''s a handful--eight years old and wanting to hang with the older kids. I''m sure we''ll see you again, though."

Relieved, Simon nodded and turned to hightail it back to his own place. Today was Saturday. One whole week. He didn''t want them to be here for spring break. He didn''t want to see them again. He didn''t want to engage in small talk.

He didn''t want to engage at all.

But he couldn''t help looking back and listening to the sound of Shanna White''s enticing laughter floating over the trees. How was a man supposed to drown that out?

About an hour later he smelled smoke. Since he didn''t have a fire going in the massive fireplace centered on one wall in his workshop, Simon decided this smoke might be coming from another fire. A campfire or grill, maybe?

A hint of lighter fluid wafted across his nostrils.

Then he heard shouts. Glancing out the big window, he saw the source of this new interruption. His neighbor was trying to start a campfire behind her cabin. And all of those little hooligans were helping her. More like hindering her, Simon thought on a huff.

He watched while she doused the wood with lighter fluid then touched a match to the wood. He kept on watching when one of the kids kicked at the wet wood and said something no preteen should ever say, when the fire seemed to spurt and then fizzle.

Fascinated in spite of being interrupted, Simon went out onto the porch and listened.

"We ain''t never gonna get this fire started, Miss Shanna. And I''m starving."

"Just relax, Felix. We''ll figure this out."

"Were you a Girl Scout, Miss Shanna?" one of the younger girls asked.

"I don''t think she was," the older teen Simon recognized as Brady Stillman said, his tone bored and full of tempered anger. Simon had seen the kid around his brother''s general store in town. He worked there after school.

"I was in Scouts until my daddy left and my mom had to go back to work," another kid chimed in. "We learned how to make fire by rubbing two sticks together. Want me to show you?"

"No," everyone said together.

The smile forming on Simon''s face surprised him even while it irritated him. Good grief, he had work to do.

He turned to get back to that work when a flash of blue-smoked flames caught his eye. Good, they got the fire started.

Then he heard kids hollering and screaming, followed by that lilting little voice shouting, "It''s okay, kids. I''ve got this under control."

Yeah right, Simon thought as he grabbed a rake nestled by the door and headed down the steps. She had it under control all right. Miss Shanna was about to set the woods on fire.

Shanna watched as the fire shot up toward the oak trees and sweet gums, her heart surging in concern. She could handle this. She''d just...toss leaves and dirt on it. Yes, that would work. The leaves were still wet from the recent storm that has passed through. Thinking that would do the trick, she called out to the group. "Leaves. Grab some leaves to put on the fire."

That brought a scramble of feet and arms all rushing to gather debris, the chaos mounting while the fire blazed higher and wider. Then a rain of wet, decaying leaves fell down around her, most of them missing the center of the fire and making the whole thing worse by bringing out a heavy fog of smoke.

Coughing, Shanna waved her gloved hands. "That''s enough. I don''t think that''s helping."

"What should we do now?" Pamela asked, her long blond hair falling around her face as she bent toward the fire.

"Get back," Shanna said, yanking the girl away before her curls got singed.

"Can we cook the hotdogs now?" Marshall, known for his outbursts and for pulling practical jokes on his friends, asked with a grin. "They''ll sure get roasted in that big fire."

"No, not yet," she said. "We want the fire to die down first." She hoped this inferno would settle down.

Katie''s grandmother Janie called from the small back deck. "Need any help, Shanna?"

"No, ma''am. Just stay up there," Shanna called back. She couldn''t risk Katie''s grandmother falling and hurting herself. "We''ve got things under control."

Brady waved a hand over his nose. "This fire''s getting bigger and bigger. I don''t think it''s gonna die anytime soon. This whole picnic is lame."

Shanna watched as he stomped off toward the cabin. "Brady, come back here."

Brady kept right on walking.

"I''m with him," Felix said, his dark dreadlocks bouncing with attitude as he shuffled toward Brady. "I''ll find a pack of crackers."

"I want hotdogs," little Katie said on a wail. "I want a picnic and some of them s''more things Miss Shanna told us about."

"It''s all right, Katie," Shanna said, trying to corral both the growing fire and the disappointed children.

"We''ll get the fire down and I''ll start the wienie roast, I promise."

She looked up as the fire licked at the jagged limb of a dry-rotted oak tree and then with a whish ignited the tree like kindling. This fire was getting out of control and she had no way of putting it out.

Then she saw Katie smiling and pointing and turned just in time to feel the cold wet spray of water hitting above her head. "What--"

Simon Adams stood there with a water hose positioned with a powerful spray toward the tree that had caught on fire. Without a word, he soaked down the blaze.

And he

Hometown Sweetheart

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Janet Tronstad

Debra Clopton

A Dry Creek Family a Mother for Mule Hollow

Maegan Shay couldn''t believe she''d started talking to the teddy bear. She''d been on the road for three days and her anxiety was building. If Smokey the stuffed animal hadn''t been there, she''d be talking to the little brass button on her steering wheel by now. She should have waited until she arrived in Dry Creek, Montana, to make the call to the Parker family, but her first worry had been that everyone would be away from their ranch when she got to the small town. So, before she left Chicago, she phoned and told Clint Parker that she was coming to meet her nine-year-old niece. That had been a mistake.

"He can''t stop me from seeing Lilly," she turned to remind Smokey as he sat in the passenger seat of her car. She was supposed to meet her niece for the very first time when she arrived in Dry Creek. She''d already told the bear the whole story, especially the part about how the girl''s uncle, Clint, had barely let her explain why she was calling before he accused her of trying to take advantage of the young girl.

"Since when is a woman in search of her family taking advantage of anyone?" she asked the bear. "If he only knew how many hours--make that years--I''ve worked to find them."

Smokey didn''t answer her question, but his black button eyes did look sympathetic. He wore a sequin studded pair of suspenders and corduroy pants. She''d bought him for her niece at a gas station outside of Grand Forks when it suddenly occurred to her that Lilly might not take to strangers. Maegan hadn''t at her age. Some days she still didn''t, although at the age of thirty-two she could usually hide her distrust better than someone Lilly''s age.

So, the bear was going to be her goodwill offering to her young niece and, by extension, to the man who appeared to be raising her. She wished she didn''t feel the need for a present. She usually had more confidence. She should be a match for a rancher like Clint Parker, even if he did have enough steel in his voice to give her visions of John Wayne holding off the bad guys. She pictured him as an older, burly man with a rifle across his knees and a scowl on his face. Not the most comforting image to have in her mind as she neared her destination, especially not when he was the one in charge of her young niece.

Maegan turned her full attention back to the road. She was used to driving in big-city traffic and it made her slightly nervous that there were no other cars in sight. The ground on both sides of the asphalt was as flat and empty as it could be. Grain fields had been cut short last fall and the stubble left to die during the winter. Plus, the sky was overcast. It was only March and spring was nowhere in sight.

She couldn''t stop thinking about the phone conversation. She kept wondering if Clint would stand by his agreement to let her meet her sister''s daughter. He had clearly been reluctant, like he didn''t understand the importance of this trip to her.

She would think her need to see Lilly was obvious. Maegan and her sisters had been scattered across the foster care system twenty-five years ago when their parents died in a car accident. She had located her middle sister, Olivia, last fall and just recently discovered that her youngest sister, Dawn, had died three years earlier in another car crash, leaving two children behind. Each of the children were now living with their respective fathers. Olivia would be checking on the youngest child, a boy, who lived in Mule Hollow, Texas. That left Lilly for her.

Maegan glanced into the rearview mirror as she tucked her honey-colored hair behind the large amber barrette she wore. She''d learned years ago that loose hair annoyed most of the adults looking her over for adoption so she always had her barrette handy just in case she ever wanted to make a good impression. She hadn''t used it much back then. She was in no hurry to be adopted. She wanted a perfect family or none at all.

Back then, she had hope. And faith. She remembered repeatedly praying to God for the perfect parents, which--in her mind--were a couple who would keep her and her sisters together. It hadn''t seemed like too much to ask. She''d even found a man and woman she thought would do, but when she whispered to them about her sisters, they just shook their heads. After several of these disappointments, she finally realized no one was going to help her--not God, not the social workers, not the people who said they wanted to be parents. They all talked about families, but they didn''t care about hers. Finally, she and her sisters lost track of each other.

From then on, Maegan just gave up. She had no intention of replacing her sisters or her parents with new people so she bounced around from foster home to foster home. She''d do without a family if she couldn''t have the one she was born with. Almost everything else she owned had been taken away. Even her faded T-shirts were replaced with some scratchy cotton blouses that were supposed to make prospective parents like her better.

The only thing she had left was the little plastic bar-rette her mother had given her for her eighth birthday. That, along with her ever-changing pairs of orthopedic shoes, seemed to be the only two constants in her life. Not that she was complaining. She had long ago learned it was pointless to feel sorry for herself. A lot of other foster kids had lost everything, too.

The fact that her foot was slightly deformed, causing her to limp, might have made it harder for her to make her way than it was for others, but it had also forged in her the strength to get through law school. And the patience to cut through the endless red tape needed to find her sisters after all the paperwork mistakes that had been made in their case files over the years.

That strength was probably what had given her the courage to insist Clint Parker let her meet Lilly at the cafe in Dry Creek on this cold morning. It was a public place, she had told him. What harm could she do? She''d also asked him to read the packet of information she''d sent to Lilly''s father, Joseph Parker, detailing the history of her and her two sisters. Apparently, Joseph was out of town, but Clint acknowledged an envelope had come for his brother. He said it was sitting unopened on top of the refrigerator in the house they shared on their family''s ranch and he''d promised to read it.

Maegan slowed her car and forced her muscles to relax. She could see buildings ahead. It had to be the town of Dry Creek, even though it wasn''t much to look at from a distance. The wood-frame houses had porches, but they didn''t have chairs on them or hanging plants or anything that looked like it was added for beauty rather than practicality. The few trees around had no leaves, just those long gray branches reaching upward to nowhere.

As she got closer, she saw that many of the houses needed a new coat of paint or, at least, a good hosing down to remove the traces of dried mud from their clapboard sides. It must have been a hard winter. The only building that gleamed with cleanliness was a church with a short steeple; the white paint on its walls reflected what little sun came through the clouds until the place practically shone.

She, of course, already knew God didn''t have much to do with foster kids like her, but she didn''t begrudge others their faith. Life was always a little rougher and muddier for strays like her; it was just the way it was. She did wonder though what made people shine up their house of worship before they painted their own houses. God must answer a lot of their prayers for them to be that pleased with Him.

She slowed her car more. There were no sidewalks in this town and no formal parking spaces, either. The sign leading into town said one hundred sixty-seven people lived here, but she thought that might be an exaggeration. As she looked around, everything looked worn.

Even the two-lane asphalt road that went through the town was caked with brown dirt. A couple of pickup trucks were parked in front of a hardware store and another car was sitting farther down the road.

She didn''t care about the hardware store so she studied the cafe instead. White ruffled curtains hung in the windows and a large porch led to the front door. She couldn''t see into the cafe, but a light was on inside so it had to be open. She pulled off the road next to the black pickup and stopped. For good or bad, she had arrived.

Clint Parker watched Lilly crumble the piece of toast that was left on her breakfast plate. She was one forlorn little girl. They were sitting at a table in the cafe, waiting to meet the woman who claimed to be her aunt. For the life of him, he didn''t know why he''d agreed to let a stranger talk to Lilly. The woman could have said she was the Queen of Sheba and how was he to know if she really was or not?

"Remember, you don''t need to tell this woman anything about yourself," Clint reminded his niece. He''d almost taken Lilly over to her Sunday school teacher''s house so she would be somewhere safe while he figured out if this woman was legitimate.

Lilly shrugged, but didn''t look up to meet his eyes.

The two of them had enough trouble without some woman coming around stirring up painful memories. Lilly didn''t talk about her dead mother; he wasn''t sure what she would say to someone claiming to be her mother''s very alive sister. As far as he knew, there had been no mention of an aunt when Lilly was delivered to his brother last fall.

It had taken social services a few years to track down his brother since Joe had been sweet-talked into going down to Brazil and working for some rodeo organization there. Clint suspected there had been a

Small-Town Moms

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Butterfly Summer

Upon A Midnight Clear

As a nurse-midwife in Amish country, Amber Bradley helps expectant mothers have their babies safely at home. But when Hope Springs' new doctor arrives, he insists all maternity patients deliver at a hospital. Amber is determined to show Dr. Phillip White that the Amish have a different way of life, one he needs to respect if he expects any patients at all. But even as he becomes more a part of the community, Amber must remember his stay is just temporary. Unless she can convince Phillip he's found the home--and heart--he's always been looking for.

The Doctor's Blessing

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Another Woman’s Som

Marie Ferrarella

TEACHING THE RANCHER HIS L-O-V-E's! Rust Creek Ramblings Readers, it's back-to-school time in Rust Creek Falls, and new single mama Marina Laramie has returned to her classroom for the first time since baby Sydney was born. Did you hear about her parent-teacher conference with handsome ranching dad Anderson Dalton? Seems they bonded over his young son, Jake, and now we here at the Gazette are hearing there is a marriage in the works! A rancher, a schoolteacher, a grade-schooler and a baby: it does paint a lovely picture. But is it too good to be true? Those in the know whisper this is a marriage of convenience to help Anderson gain custody of his son. We, however, are rooting for something more. Raise your hands, hopeful romantics, if you think Marina and Anderson's "arrangement" has the makings of a grade-A love match!

A Maverick and a Half

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