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Love Is Never Where You Expect….
Though she once fled from Pinewood, Sadie Spencer can't stay away when her ailing grandparents need her. But she never expected to come face-to-face with the brother of the man who caused her to leave town. Sadie doesn't care how honest or kind Cole Aylward may seem—she isn't about to let him continue managing her family's business.
Cole has worked hard to prove he's nothing like his brother. All he wants is to try to make up for the hurt Payne caused her family. But slowly Sadie's quiet determination and bravery helps him face his own fears. Can Cole convince her he's a man worthy of the trust she longs to give?
- Sales Rank: #472152 in eBooks
- Published on: 2013-09-01
- Released on: 2013-09-01
- Format: Kindle eBook
About the Author
Award winning author Dorothy Clark enjoys traveling with her husband throughout the United States doing research and gaining inspiration for future books. Dorothy values our American heritage and believes in God, family, love and happy endings, which explains why she feels so at home writing for Love Inspired Historical. Dorothy enjoys hearing from her readers and may be contacted at dorothyjclark@hotmail.com or www.dorothyjclark.com
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June 1841
Pinewood Village, New York
Pinewood. Sadie crowded back into the corner and tugged her bonnet forward as her hired carriage rolled through the village. The news of her return would spread like a brush fire if she was recognized. Sadie Spencer is back. Sadie Spencer is home.
Her stomach quivered. In two weeks it would be four years since the incident. Memories surged. She closed her mind to the bad ones—or tried to. Perhaps returning to Pinewood would exorcise them—and the fear. How she wished she could live without that fear! Please, Almighty God, grant that it might be so. She took a breath to calm her stomach and pulled the small purse dangling from her wrist into her trembling hands.
The driver's polite touch of his hat brim sent her pushing deeper into the corner where she would not be seen by two women standing at the edge of the road waiting to cross. A wagon passed by loaded with baled shingles and traveling in the other direction. She released her pent-up breath and lifted her head.
The horse's hoofs clattered against planks and the carriage lurched as the wheels climbed onto the wood. Stony Creek Bridge. A smile trembled on her lips. How many hours had she, Callie, Willa and Ellen spent in the cool shadow beneath its span trying to best Daniel at skipping stones on the water?
The carriage rocked off the bridge, swaying left onto Brook Street. A snap of the reins urged the horse to greater speed and her smile died. It wouldn't be long now.
Her chest tightened with longing to be back behind the brick walls of the young ladies' seminary in Rochester. She'd not been outside those walls since she'd fled there four years before, and if not for her grandparents' need, she would be in that safe haven still. She would never have willingly returned to Pinewood. Never.
The carriage tilted, slowed as the horse started up the incline outside of the village. She slipped back to the center of the seat and caught her breath at the sight of the forested hills on either side of the dirt road. Only one more turn to make when they reached the top of the hill.
She dug her fingernails into her palms, struggling against a surge of dread. When she'd received Callie's letter, she'd told herself it would be all right, that she would care for Nanna and Poppa in the safety of the Sheffield House, but that was not to be. Her grandparents had left Sophia's hotel and returned home to Butternut Hill.
She had to go back there.
Oh, Lord, give me strength.
* * *
"Your grandfolks are in the garden. I'll take these up to your room." The housekeeper picked up her bags and looked at her. "It's good you're home, Miss Sadie."
The underlying sadness in Gertrude's voice constricted her throat, making speech impossible. She nodded, removed her bonnet and walked down the entrance hall and into the dining room. The window framed her grandparents seated on the wooden garden bench, the stockade fence and the wooded path beyond. Love swelled her heart, blocking out the fear. She pushed open the door, ran across the porch and rushed down the steps. "Nanna! Poppa!" Their gray heads turned her direction. They stared. Her feet took wings.
"Sadie!"
She leaned down and hugged her grandmother, reveling in the feel of the soft arms holding her close, the small pudgy hands patting her, offering comfort as she sobbed out the long years of loneliness against the shoulder that had so often been washed by her tears as a child.
"Oh, Sadie… Sadie… Sadie…" Her grandmother patted her back, her shoulder, touched her cheek, smoothed her hair. "Hush, sweeting, hush. It's all right. Everything is all right."
Tears and laughter bubbled into her throat at the old-fashioned, familiar endearment. It was all right. Her grandmother knew her. After reading Callie's and Willa's letters, she'd been so afraid…. She straightened and wiped the tears from her face. "Oh, Nanna, I have missed you so."
She kissed her grandmother's soft, moist cheek and turned toward the silent man staring at her from the bench. "And you, Poppa." She kissed his cheek at the edge of his gray beard, felt his arm slip around her in a hard hug. One arm.
"Wel…come…home, Sa…die."
The words were hesitant, slightly slurred. Tears clogged her throat again. She sank to her knees in front of her grandfather and took hold of his hands. His left hand gripped back; the right moved slightly, stilled. Her chest tightened. "I made arrangements to come home as soon as I heard of your illness, Poppa." Remorse flowed on a torrent of tears. She laid her cheek against their clasped hands. "I'm so sorry I was not with you when you needed me."
"Daniel should have brought you home."
Daniel? She jerked up her head.
Her grandmother huffed and patted her shoulder. "What's more, he shouldn't have taken you off prowling through the woods in the first place. I worry when you go off with your friends, Sadie."
Her heart twisted at the absent look in her grandmother's eyes. Her grandfather's hand squeezed hers. She glanced at him, read the message of protective concern in his eyes and gave a slight nod. "I'm sorry, Nanna." She rose and brushed the dust from her skirt to gain a moment to control the sorrow flooding her heart. Callie and Willa were right—her grandmother was ill in her mind. "I won't go off again."
Boots thudded on the hard-beaten path behind her—the path that trailed through the woods to her grandfather's sawmill. Her heart stopped, her lungs seized at the remembered sound. She whirled, stared at the tall, broad-shouldered man dressed in logger garb who stepped from the shadows under the trees and strode toward her, just like before. The early evening light receded, the earth swayed.
The man rushed forward, reached for her.
"Put her there on the settee! I'll fetch water."
Cole frowned and watched Rachel Townsend hurrying toward the kitchen. Would she return, or forget what she was doing? He looked down at the slender young woman draped across his arms, and his breath shortened. He had no doubt things would change now that she'd returned. And not for the better. Not for him.
He leaned down, laid Sadie Spencer on the settee, lifted her limp arm and placed it across her body.
A small, breathy moan escaped her. Her eyelids fluttered then stilled, the long lashes forming dark smudges against her pale skin. He glanced at the small pearl buttons fastening the high collar of her brown dress and his fingers twitched to undo them to make it easier for her to breathe, but given the past, that action could be misconstrued. He stood frozen, staring at the fine-boned, patrician features of the woman his brother had attacked. She looked so.. fragile. And the terror in her eyes when she'd turned and seen him.
The brutal savagery of Payne's deed struck him anew. He sucked in air, clenched his hands at his sides. He'd spent the past four years working to live down the shame of Payne's act, to prove that he himself was decent and honorable, and the people of Pinewood were finally beginning to trust and befriend him. And now Sadie Spencer had come home.
He gazed down at Manning Townsend's granddaughter lying so still and pale against the blue silk of the settee. Odd that such a beautiful young woman would be dangerous for him, but Sadie Spencer could undo all of his hard work simply by her return. Her presence in Pinewood was bound to stir people's memories, to bring back the anger and distrust that had faced him when he'd come to Pinewood to find Payne and tell him of their parents' deaths.
He stiffened, breathed hard against the pressure in his chest and rubbed the tense muscles in the back of his neck. He hadn't suspected the violence and depravity that ran in his brother's veins until that day—had been sickened when he'd learned what Payne had done. Now, his brother's actions seemed more real. And if seeing Sadie Spencer made him feel that way.
He huffed out a breath and pushed away the memory of the terror in her eyes when she saw him. Sorry as he was for her, he couldn't let her destroy all the goodwill he had so painstakingly cultivated and ruin the new life and business he'd built here. He'd have to convince her—
"What are you doing? Get away from my granddaughter!"
He jerked his head around. Rachel Townsend stood in the doorway, a scowl in the place of her normal pleasant expression, her hands gripping a wet cloth.
"I said get away from my granddaughter!" She rushed toward him, her lips pressed into a tight line, her small, free hand waving through the air.
Was her anger because of the confusion that was occurring more often? Or was her reaction to his being there beside her granddaughter nothing to do with her slipping grasp on the present? Was the condemnation toward him for Payne's heinous act already returning?
He clenched his jaw, stepped away from the settee and headed outside to get Manning.
The trembling woke her. Bile pushed at her throat. She'd had the nightmare again. Sadie drew in a slow, deep breath to control the nausea and opened her eyes.
"Feeling better, sweeting?" Her grandmother frowned down at her. "What happened, Sadie? Why did you swoon like that? Are you ill?"
She blinked, took another breath. Her head cleared. She was home. "No, Nanna, I'm not ill. It must have been the…excitement of coming home." Something cold slid across her temple. She lifted her hand, removed the wet cloth and pushed to a sitting position, still quivering. The nightmare had never before come while she was awake. It must have been returning to Butternut Hill that—
The sound of boot heels thudding against the wood floor jolted her upright. She turned toward the doorway, stared at her nightmare in the flesh.
"It's…all right, Sa…die."
She glanced at her grandfather being carried in the man's arms, looked back up at that bearded face, shuddered.
"I'm Cole Aylward, not…my brother." He strode across the room toward them.
Payne Aylward's brother? She backed up, bumped against the settee and grasped the high, curved arm.
"Give me the cloth, Sadie. You're getting everything wet."
She looked down at the dripping cloth, eased her grip on it and handed it to her grandmother—bit down on her lower lip to keep from calling her back as she started from the room. "Thank…you."
She darted her gaze back to the man lowering her grandfather into his favored chair, brushed a wet tendril of hair back off her forehead and tried to make some sort of sense of everything. "May I ask what you are doing here, Mr. Aylward?" I should think this home is the last place you would want to be. She pressed her lips together to keep from turning the thought into speech.
"Manning's not yet able to get around by himself. I drop by throughout the day to see if he needs anything."
She stared at his broad shoulders, his powerful arms and hands. "You come every day?" Her voice quavered and she took a breath to steady it, squared her shoulders at his answering nod.
"Then I'm certain you'll be pleased that will no longer be necessary. As I'm here to care for my grandfather now, there'll be no need for us to impinge on your…kindness…further."
Her courage failed when he straightened and turned to face her. She hid her shaking hands in the folds of her long skirt and stiffened her spine.
"And are you going to carry Manning to his bed when it's time for him to retire? And carry him to the table in the morning when he rises? Or out to the garden so he can enjoy the sun and fresh air?"
His tone was conversational, but there was an underlying steeliness in Cole Aylward's voice that caught at her throat and stole her breath. She stared at him, stunned by the questions he so calmly presented—questions that emphasized how ill-prepared she was for the changed situation in her home. She clenched her hidden hands and lifted her chin. "I shall hire someone."
"No! Want.Cole."
"Thank you, Manning." Cole Aylward rested his large hand on her grandfather's shoulder, then fixed his gaze on her. "I appreciate your thoughtfulness of my time, Miss Spencer, but there's no need for you to go to that trouble or expense. Neighbors look out for one another, and—"
"Neighbors?"
"Yes." A frown creased his forehead. "I thought your grandmother or…someone…would have written to tell you I took over Pay—my brother's cabin and have built a shingle mill on the property."
He lived in Payne's cabin? So near… A chill skittered down her spine. Her pulse fluttered. She slipped her hand up to cover the base of her throat.
"Are you all right?" He started toward her.
She jerked back and he froze.
Her grandmother bustled into the room, her long skirts swishing back and forth with the sway of her ample hips, and beamed a smile at them. "Gertrude is ready to serve supper. Please bring Manning to the table, Cole." Her smile widened, deepening the wrinkles in her aged face. "You'll be joining us, of course. I had Gertrude set a place for you. We're having roasted beef and potatoes."
No! Don't invite him! She stared at her grandmother in stunned silence. Had she forgotten what had happened? Her stomach roiled. She pressed her hand against it, drew air into her lungs to protest.
"Not tonight, Mrs. Townsend. Thank you kindly for the invitation, but I don't wish to intrude upon your granddaughter's homecoming. Next time, perhaps."
Next time? So he was going to ignore her wishes.
"I'll just carry Manning in and then come back a bit later to take him in to his bed."
At least he was leaving for now. Good. She would have time to convince her grandfather it would be better to hire someone to help him. Her pulse steadied.
"Nonsense! I'll not hear of it." Her grandmother gave a small, dismissive wave with her pudgy hand. "You're so kind to Father, the least we can do is offer our hospitality in return."
Oh, Nanna, don't—Father? Tears stung her eyes. She bowed her head and stared down at the leaf pattern woven into the blue silk of the settee as her grandmother chatted on about their daughter and her husband also joining them for supper. The tears overflowed. She drew a slow breath and exhaled softly. Her mother and father had died when she was three years old, and her mother had been her grandparents' only child.
"Are you coming, Sadie?"
She lifted her head and curved her lips in the best smile she could summon. "Yes, Nanna, I'm coming. It's been a long time since I've had any of Gertrude's roast beef." She released her grip on the settee and started for the dining room, trying to ignore the despair that gripped her at her grandmother's illness and to smother the unease that filled her at the thought of Cole Aylward sitting at their table sharing their meal.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
Full of Drama
By Rhonda
4 stars
The setting for this story is 1841 Pinewood Village New York
Sadie Spencer comes home after four years away. She has to deal with lots of problems right off the bat.
It deals with some issues of blame, forgiveness. memories and illness.
Sadie was attacked four years ago in the woods by her house by Payne Aylward. She still suffers nightmares and does not want to touch any man. Has no plans to
ever marry. The whole community knows about it. Payne was never caught.
Sadie has come home because of news of her grandparents health problems. Sadie was raised by her grandparents when her parents died when she was little.
Her grandmother has memories problems. Sometimes not even recongizes her. Her grandfather Manning had a stroke. (Not sure if they called it that) his one side
is useless.
She finds a stranger in her grandparents house Cole Aylward. Cole comes a lot since Manning can't get around. He also eats with them most days. Cole got to town right after
the attack and even tried to track his brother. He has tried to make up for the trouble his brother caused. He comes carrys Manning from bed to table to different
rooms. (I have dealt with a stroke leaving me so half my body did not work. Never thought how hard that would be without wheelchairs and modern medicines)
Cole even manages the Townsend mill and lumber camp.
Sadie does not want him around since he looks a lot like his brother. She does not trust him. She thinks he must have ulter motives. Like stealing from the mill.
Cole is smart and a hardworker. He has tried to makeup for what Payne did. He wants to know why Payne has changed since he last saw him. He has gone out of his way to
the Townsend family. The town was not very welcomed to him and blamed him too for his brothers fault.
Sadie has some good friends from childhood that have had their own stories told in other books of this series. I would love to read them too.
It is a clean read.
I was given this ebook to read and asked in return to give honest review when read by Netgalley & Harlequin.
publication: September 3rd 2013 by Harlequin Love Inspired Historcal 288 pages ISBN:0373829795
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
Tender Story about Renewal and Growth
By Novel Junkie
Sadie Spencer has every reason to run whenever Cole Aylward steps into the same room as her. The problem is, Cole is doing a whole lot of stepping into the room because he's helping to care for her ailing grandfather as well as managing her grandfather's business. Cole's brother, Payne, raped Sadie several years earlier (although the word "rape" is never actually mentioned in the story-something I found to be rather odd). Sadie still struggles with the trauma of that event, and having Payne's brother around-a brother who looks a tad too much like her rapist-causes her no end of hardship. Similarly, Cole also feels guilt over his brother's actions and seeks to make the situation as comfortable for Sadie as possible. The romantic obstacles in this story are mainly emotional and derived from the past. While having a brother rape the woman you love is certainly a hindrance to the romance, there weren't a lot of current, physical things standing in the way of Sadie and Cole's relationship.
If you like sweet romance novels where the conflict is mainly emotional, then you should enjoy Falling for the Teacher by Dorothy Clark. It's a decent story, especially for the price and availability. There's not a lot going on besides the romance, but hey, it's a ROMANCE novel, right? So that's kind of to be expected. And though the novel deals with the topic of rape, it does so very carefully and in a manner appropriate for all ages.
Note: I received a free book from the publisher for the purpose of providing an honest review.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
For a sweet and tender romance with memorable characters check out "Falling for the Teacher".
By Katie Cody
A return worth waiting for.
Sadie was forced from her home because of a tragic attack, but not even the horrible memories could keep her away when she finds out about her ailing grandparents. Things aren't made any easier when she meets her attackers brother Cole. She doesn't care how honest or kind he seems she is determined to avoid him. This is a story of love and overcoming ones fears. Sadie must realize Cole is not his brother and so does Cole. He fears being mistrusted because of the deeds of his brother and so wants Sadie to leave. Soon these two learn that fear can be overcome and love is stronger than anything else.
Sadie is a strong and beautiful young woman. She is kind, caring, and hast an inner strength that even Cole can see. I really admired her loyalty to her family and how she took care of them even when times got hard. I also liked to see how she grew throughout the story.
Cole is a honorable man, but because of the deeds of his brother he has been trying to prove his honesty to the town and everyone else. I liked his character and had fun getting to know him. He is a nice guy and I enjoyed seeing him slowly fall in love with Sadie.
The romance was sweet and nicely paced. Sadie and Cole had a nice relationship that was built on trust and friendship.
For a sweet and tender romance with memorable characters check out "Falling for the Teacher".
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