Seasons of Love
An Apple a Day
Dr. Brian Coridan needs a break. He vacations in quiet Blossom Lake, Wisconsin where he plans to ponder his future as a physician. He never expects to be distracted by Talia Fountain, the town’s “health food nut.” She’s both charming and annoying and their philosophies about medicine are worlds apart. Then why can’t Brian keep his distance? Could it be she holds the key to what’s been missing in his medical practice?
Krissy and Blaine’s marriage is in its autumn season…or is just over? Life in Milwaukee, Wisconsin has grown dull. Boring. But there’s a handsome, sophisticated new principal at the Christian school where Krissy teaches. Their attraction to each other is undeniable—but is it strong enough for Krissy to call it quits with her frumpy fireman husband?
Let It Snow
Everyone in the small Door County, Wisconsin town thought Shari Kretlow and Brenan Sheppard would marry someday—until Shari ran off with another guy. Decades later, Shari is a widow and finds herself stranded in a Wisconsin blizzard on Christmas Eve. The Sheppards open their doors and invite her to stay. But there’s a problem. Dr. Brenan Sheppard, now a missionary in Brazil, is home for the holidays and he’s about to propose marriage to a woman on his missions’ team. But when he sees Shari, long-lost feelings come to light. Can a past romance be resurrected? What’s more, can it survive?
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~The bell on the door jangled, and Talia turned to see a man with dark-blond hair enter. He wore blue jeans and a forest green polo shirt that accentuated his hazel eyes. His attractive face, square jaw and straight nose, reminded Talia of a Hollywood film actor. Several movie stars vacationed in Blossom Lake, although she wouldn’t recognize one if he or she passed her by on the street. She smiled. Maybe this guy was famous.
She stepped forward. “Hi. Welcome to Fountain of Life.”
“G’morning.” He sported a cheery expression. “I’m looking for the lady who makes those scrumptious apple pies.”
“That would be my mother.” She turned and presented her. “Marlene Fountain.”
“A pleasure to meet you. I’m Brian Coridan.” He approached and offered his right hand.
Mom shook it politely.
“I’ve enjoyed your pies.” A hint of a blush crept into his face. “I ate one for dinner last night and finished the other one at breakfast.”
“Well, they are rather small,” Mom said, always the diplomat. “I’m glad you liked them.”
Brian turned to Talia. Taking his proffered hand, she introduced herself.
“So...” His gaze wandered the store. “You’re the owner of this place, huh?”
Talia widened her eyes. “Is that so surprising?”
“No, I only meant…well...”
Talia realized he meant no harm. “I apologize for being defensive. We had a…” Dare she call it a theft? “We had an incident here yesterday afternoon, and I’m still reeling from it.”
“Sorry to hear it.”
Mom stood slightly behind Talia and gripped her shoulders. “If your diet consists of only apple pies, Mr. Coridan, you might be interested in purchasing some multivitamins.”
He chuckled at the obvious sales tactics. “I’m a medical physician and don’t take much stock in vitamins. Thanks anyway. But I will buy another apple pie.”
“Coming right up. I’ve got several on the cooling rack.”
Talia watched Mom walk to the kitchen located in the back of the store. Finally, she stared back at her customer. “So you’re a handsome doctor, huh?” There. She’d give him a bit of his own smart-alecky medicine.
He shrugged. “Guilty on at least one of those charges.” He grinned.
In spite of herself, Talia felt rather—charmed. “You must be new in town.”
“You got me again.”
A man who could admit she was right? Imagine that. “Where are you from—if you don’t mind me asking.”
“Not at all. I’m originally from Virginia, but I got accepted to med school in Milwaukee and ended up going into practice in the same vicinity.”
“Ah…so you’ve escaped from the big city.”
He chuckled. “I sure did.”
Probably married. “Well, I hope you and your wife and kids will take advantage of all the recreation that Blossom Lake has to offer.”
“Oh, I’m not married. Not anymore.”