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Resurrected, Book One, Tender Mysteries Series of Inspirational Historical Romance
July, 1895: An investigation into a series of thefts leads Deborah Willet to an irresistible man and a shocking discovery about another love in her life.
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Book One of the Inspirational Historical Romance "Tender Mysteries Series"
His interference infuriates her.
Her passion inspires him.
July, 1895. Hope, Nebraska. For years Deborah Willet has been protecting her sisters without the interference (or aid) of any man. Though she’s often resented the responsibilities heaped on her after her parents and brothers are killed in a flood, she’s done her duty just fine on her own. When family treasures begin to disappear, she’s confident she can locate the nasty villain stealing from her family without the help of any outsiders--until Steven Paxton raises doubts about everything she’s always believed in.
For months Steven has convinced the world he isn’t the least bit upset about the accident which put him in a wheelchair. Secretly, he spends most of his time wallowing in self pity, refusing to do the rehabilitation exercises the doctor has told him will restore the use of his legs. He believes he’s half a man now, and he simply must accept his fate--until Deborah makes him realize he can accomplish anything he sets his mind to doing.
Except, perhaps, winning the heart of the beautiful woman who’s stolen his heart.
“Resurrected” is the first book in the Inspirational American Historical Romance “Tender Mysteries Series” from Award-Winning Author Fran Shaff.
Setup: Deborah and Steven are at a social looking for a thief.
A flash of red on her periphery caught Deborah’s attention, and she immediately turned to determine the source of the bright color. Seeing Albert, a possible thief, had put her senses on alert, and the presence of one suspect reminded her of the purpose of being at the social with Steven.
Marcie Wilhelm, another suspect, dressed in a bright red, form-fitting dress, stood a few yards away gazing at Deborah. She nodded and twirled her red and white parasol when Deborah caught her eye. “It’s Marcie.”
“Where?” Steven said.
“There, near the man with the handlebar mustache, white shirt and black bow tie.”
Steven glanced in the direction Deborah had indicated. “Do you mean that lovely blonde woman dressed in red is the despised Marcie Wilhelm Susan wants to torture?”
Deborah touched Steven’s hand, and he looked at her. “She only wants to torture her if she’s taken our mother’s cameo.”
“Yes, of course.” Steven glanced at Marcie again. “I hope she’s not the thief. I’d hate to see any harm come to her. She’s a very beautiful woman.”
His complimentary declaration set Deborah’s stomach on fire. Humph, she thought as she recalled what he'd said earlier, I’m fetching, but she’s beautiful?
“I suppose she is, if you like that kind of girl.”
“What man wouldn’t?”
“What did you say?” she asked indignantly.
Ooh, she hadn’t meant to add such an annoying tone to her words. In fact, she hadn’t meant to say the words out loud at all. She sounded and, worse yet, felt like a jealous shrew when she had no reason to be jealous at all. She and Steven were not sweethearts.
“I said Miss Wilhelm is a beautiful woman, the kind most men would find quite attractive--even men who were in love with someone else altogether.” He tilted his head, a gesture she found terribly attractive, and grinned at her. “A fact is a fact, Miss Deborah, and the fact is that Miss Wilhelm is a lovely lady. Surely you can’t argue against evidence anyone can plainly see,” he said, leaning his head in Marcie’s direction.
Deborah glanced at Marcie briefly before settling her gaze on Steven again.
“You’re absolutely correct. Marcie Wilhelm is beautiful.”
“That’s all I’m saying,” he said with a wave of his hand.
"But she just might be a black-hearted thief too!"