Blurb: Sophie Baird is looking for
a way to escape the painful reality of her parents' deaths. Unable to live in
their home any longer, she takes a job as a live-in tutor to Anastasia Shipley
to remove herself from her painful memories and the feeling that God has abandoned
her. Anastasia has an illness that has prevented her from ever attending
school and makes her father, Sebastian, over protective. When Sophie first
meets Sebastian, she cannot deny the intense attraction she feels toward him.
When an unexpected romance begins between them, she starts to rebuild her
relationship with God, with the help of a certain little girl.
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Excerpt:
Sophie tried to steady her
rapidly beating heart as she knocked on the dark wooden door. She felt like
Queen Esther trying to gain an audience with King Ahasuerus. A moment later,
she heard Sebastian respond for her to enter. He glanced up from the mound of
paperwork spread across his desk. She thought she detected an expression of
surprise on his face. He did say he’d be
in his office if I needed anything.
“Is
everything all right?” he asked.
“Yes,
I was hoping I could speak with you, but if now’s not a good time, I can come
back.”
“Please
forgive my manners.” Sebastian stood up and offered her a seat on the leather
chair in front of the desk. “How did your morning go?”
“It
went well. I guess I wanted to know what you’ll be expecting from me while I’m
here.” There, she’d said it, but didn’t feel any relief from her nerves. She
hoped he’d understood what she meant.
Sebastian’s
eyebrows rose. “Well, to teach my daughter. I thought we established that.”
Sophie
inched forward on the chair and hurried to assure him. “Of course, I understand
that part of my job description. I was curious what your involvement would be
in regard to supervision of my teaching.”
He
leaned back and stretched his arms over his head. This time, he was not wearing
his black suit jacket and she got a better glimpse of his broad shoulders and
solid form in his white buttoned shirt. She had to refocus her attention onto
his words and not his muscular body. “I see. I suppose you can think of me as
an interested observer. I did check out your references, and I trust your
experience with children. In no way will I hinder your method of operation
unless, of course, you decide to suggest a field trip on an African Safari.”
Sophie chuckled and Sebastian rested his arms on the desk. “You find that
amusing?”
“A
little. You don’t have to worry about the safari right now. That’s part of the
curriculum for next semester.” It felt good to banter back. She saw him barely
begin to smile, and spoke without thinking, “You’re very serious, Sebastian,
aren’t you?”
She
immediately experienced regret, but Sebastian’s response alleviated
repercussions from her slip of the tongue. “Actually, yes, I am, but I do have
some sense of humor. I think you’ll be good for Ana, and I’m glad you’re here.”
Sophie
took his words as her exit cue. “Thank you for speaking with me.”
“I
hope I’ve cleared up any uncertainties in your mind.”
She
nodded and started to leave.
“Mrs.
Andrews usually serves dinner around six o’clock. I hope you don’t mind, but I
think it would be good for Ana if you eat with us, unless you have any
objections.”
“Oh,
that would be fine. I’ll see you later.” As she closed the dark cherry wood
door behind her, she wondered if eating with the family would be a good idea.
So much for doing her job and remaining emotionally isolated. I can still keep things from getting
personal…I hope.
About the author
Joanne Troppello is an author of inspirational and
romantic suspense novels. She and her husband are Network Marketing Coaches and
owners of Mustard Seed Marketing Group, LLC. They have several active blogs and
readers are encouraged to visit their Author's Corner Blog, a place for authors
and readers to connect. They host various blog parties throughout the year and
many guest authors stop by to meet with readers.
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