A Season of Miracles: An Anthology - Softcover

Alers, Rochelle; Byrd, Adrianne; Perrin, Kayla; Sims, Janice

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1583148132 ISBN 13: 9781583148136

Publisher: Harlequin Kimani Arabesque, 2006

Synopsis

Shepherd Moon by Rochelle Alers

Tragedy forced Rhianna Campbell to leave the small town of Shepherd, New York, for Los Angeles. Years later she returns to find an angry Emery Sutherland, her former fiancé's brother, who resents her for having left after his twin brother and parents were killed in an auto accident on Christmas Eve. Can Emery find a way to forgive Rhianna? And will these two ever find love in this holiest of seasons?
Wishing on a Starr by Adrianne Byrd

For Gia Hunter, Christmas usually brings unhappy memories. Seventeen years ago her husband was killed in combat. As a teenage mother and widow, she was forced to give up their infant daughter, Starr. In a twist of fate, Starr's adoptive father, Daniel Davis, and Gia have a chance encounter while Christmas shopping, and are smitten with each other. But complications arise when Starr, who has been searching for her biological mother, tries to set Gia up with her widowed adoptive father.
Blind Faith by Kayla Perrin

Trapped for days in her car when it careens off an isolated stretch of road outside of Buffalo, New York, Andrea Dawson has already said her prayers and fallen asleep. Suddenly, she is awakened by a blinding light—not from the great beyond, but rather a flashlight held by her sexy savior, Mark Potter. With both of them looking for something to believe in, has fate brought them together for a reason?
A Christmas Serenade by Janice Sims

Callie Hart can't think of many reasons to feel grateful this Thanksgiving. She's just lost her job as an editor at an Atlanta magazine, and now, traveling home to her family in Charleston, South Carolina, she's got a flat tire. Out of nowhere, a tall, handsome stranger appears to help her. After thanking him, Callie doesn't expect to see him again. But Callie's mother has a plan to bring her closer to home—one that may give a surprising boost to Callie's romantic luck.

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About the Author:

Hailed by readers and booksellers alike as one of today's most popular African-American authors of women's fiction, Ms. Alers is a regular on bestsellers list, and has been a recipient of numerous awards, including the Vivian Stephens Award for Excellence in Romance Writing and a Zora Neale Hurston Literary Award.  Visit her Web site www.rochellealers.com
 

National bestselling author Adrianne Byrd has been featured in many publications, including Today’s Black Woman, Upscale, and Heart and Soul. She has also won local awards for screenwriting. For the future, she looks forward to continuing to create characters that make people smile, laugh, and fall in love. She currently calls Georgia home.

Kayla Perrin has been writing since the age of thirteen. She is a USA TODAY and Essence bestselling author of dozens of mainstream and romance novels and has been recognized for her talent, including twice winning Romance Writers of America’s Top Ten Favorite Books of the Year Award. She has also won the Career Achievement Award for multicultural romance from RT Book Reviews. Kayla lives with her daughter in Ontario, Canada. Visit her at www.KaylaPerrin.com.

With the publication of Temptation's Song in July 2010, Janice Sims celebrates fourteen years as a romance writer.  In fourteen years she's published seventeen novels and had nine stories included in anthologies.  When asked why she writes romances, she smiles and says it's the only genre in which happily ever after is a foregone conclusion.  Plus, where else are you going to find a perfect male?

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:

Rhianna Campbell slowed the rental car as she entered the town limits for Shepherd, New York, population 642. A smile, the first one in hours, curved the corners of her mouth. Shepherd was undergoing a population boom. When she'd moved away ten years before, the official census was 598.

The tiny hamlet nestled in the picturesque Hudson Valley was frozen in time. There were no malls or multiplex movie theaters. How, she mused, was a town able to survive without at least one Wal-Mart or fast-food restaurant?

During one of their biannual reunions, her parents told her that a fast-food chain executive had tried to bribe several town officials to get their approval to erect a fast-food burger outlet in Shepherd, but the lifelong residents went to the county's district attorney with the scheme. The general consensus was that as long as Campy's remained open for business, another eating establishment had as much chance of opening in Shepherd as a snowball in hell.

Grief had sent Rhianna fleeing from her hometown, and now a family emergency had brought her back. Turning off the county road, she continued along an unlit winding stretch of roadway until the two-story brick building that housed the Hudson Valley Communities Hospital came into view. She maneuvered into a space in the visitors lot and shifted into park. It took a full minute before she was able to shut off the engine and get out of the car.

Vivid memories of speeding to the hospital after receiving a call at her parents' restaurant that Errol Sutherland and his parents had been transported to the hospital after their car skidded off an icy road, crashing into a tree and exploding on impact, came flooding back.

Rhianna knew the moment she walked into the hospital and met Emery Sutherland's pain-filled gaze that he'd lost his parents and identical twin brother. She had lost her high school sweetheart, fiancé, and a part of herself on that cold and snowy Christmas Eve.

Turning up the collar of her lightweight jacket, Rhianna quickened her pace as she walked toward the entrance. She was chilled to the bone. Living in southern California had thinned her blood.

Bright lights, antiseptic smells, and the soft squishing sound of rubber soles on highly polished tiles greeted her as she made her way to the information desk. A clerk gave her a pass, her father's room number, and a stern warning that visiting hours would end in fifteen minutes.

Rhianna stepped into an elevator and took it to the second floor. Less than a minute later she walked into her father's room. Anna Campbell rose from a chair beside her husband's bed.

"You came."

Rhianna nodded as she closed the distance between her and her mother. Wrapping her arms around the older woman's waist, she kissed her cheek. "Mom, you know I had to come."

Anna eased back, smiling up at her only child. She and Reid reunited with their daughter twice a year, but each time she saw Rhianna, she had changed. Now she'd cut her shoulder-length curly hair into a pixie style that flattered her delicate features and made her look a lot younger than thirty-three.

Her daughter's looks were striking: tall, slender, high cheekbones, slightly slanting dark brown eyes, short buttonlike nose, and a lush mouth that made most people-- men in particular--give her a second look. The California sun had darkened her taupe-brown skin.

Rhianna glanced over at Reid Campbell, his chest rising and falling in a slow, measured rhythm. The beeping sounds from the machines monitoring his vitals and his ragged breathing through the tube in his mouth reverberated throughout the small private room.

She released Anna and walked over to the bed. Abrasions on his forehead, his right cheek, and chin marred his handsome face, while his right arm was immobilized over his chest by a sling.

"Daddy, what did you do to yourself?" she whispered, as she leaned down and kissed his thinning gray hair. "He can't hear you. He's in a drug-induced coma." Rhianna knees weakened. "Coma?"

"He hit his head when he fell, and there's some swelling in his brain. His doctor wants him sedated until it goes down."

"But you told me he hurt his arm. You said nothing about a head injury."

Anna ignored her daughter's strident tone. "If I'd told you the seriousness of your father's injuries you'd have been a basket case before your jet landed."

Running a hand over her short hair, Rhianna nodded. "You're probably right."

"I know I'm right." Anna's voice was soft, conciliatory.

"He's going to make it, sweetheart."

Turning away from the figure in the hospital bed, she blinked back tears. "How long is he going to be like this...hooked up to these tubes and machines?"

Exhaling a long breath, Anna shook her head. "I don't know."

Anna had called Rhianna at her Los Angles home, leaving a message on her voice mail that her father had fallen and was admitted to the hospital. Rhianna returned from her early morning jog, picked up the message, called her boss to tell him that she had a family emergency, then went into superwoman mode. An hour after listening to her mother's voice, she found herself in a taxi en route to LAX. She used the time to call her boss back to inform him that she was taking an extended family leave. She managed to get a stand-by reservation, and then spent the next four hours in the airport before she boarded a nonstop Los Angeles-New York connection. "Your father forgets that he's a cook whenever he tries to play Mr. Fix-It-Yourself," Anna continued with a frown.

Rhianna stared at her mother. Petite, silver-haired, fifty-eight-year-old Anna had given up a career as a kindergarten teacher to marry Reid and help him run Campy's.

"What was he doing this time?"

The dimples in Anna's cheeks deepened as she compressed her lips. "He fell off a ladder."

"What was he doing..." The announcement that visiting hours had ended halted Rhianna's query. "Tell me about it on the way out."

Rhianna held Anna's hand as they walked from Campy's parking lot to the restaurant's rear entrance. The original clapboard siding she remembered had been replaced with white vinyl siding and the windows in the three-story farmhouse with a wraparound porch now sported dark red shutters. The restaurant took up the first floor; her family occupied the second and third. Soft golden light filtered through the curtains in the bedrooms on the second floor.

She was still reeling from the disclosure that Reid had attempted to single-handedly renovate the restaurant to include a party room where Shepherd's retirees could gather for their breakfast specials, card games, and club meetings.

Her father had always liked tinkering around the house and the restaurant, hammering or tightening a screw here and there. But he'd never attempted to build anything. The year he'd put together a dollhouse for her eighth birthday was the exception.

Anna unlocked the door, pushed a button on a wall panel, and light illuminated the storeroom. A smile softened Rhianna's face as she was surrounded by the familiar structure that had been home for two thirds of her life. The distinctive aroma of apple pie lingered in the air. Anna was renowned for baking the best apple pie in the Hudson Valley.

She walked into the dining room and stopped. Nothing had changed. Campy's was reminiscent of a 1950s soda shop with a counter and stools, bright red leather booths and a large colorful jukebox with compact discs instead of vinyl 45s, which were popular when her parents were teenagers. A slight frown appeared between her eyes. It was the first week in December, yet nothing in the restaurant hinted at the holiday season.

"Where are the decorations?"

Anna removed her red knit cap and fluffed up her silver curls. "We stopped putting them up years ago."

"How long ago?"

Anna stared at the black and white tiled floor. "Once you left Shepherd, Christmas never felt the same for me and your father."

Rhianna closed her eyes for several seconds. "You know why I couldn't stay."

"I understood why you wanted to go away for a while, but I didn't think you'd never come back."

She did not want to argue with her mother, they'd done enough of that before she moved to the West Coast. "I'm back now, Mom."

"For how long, Rhianna?"

She heard the pain in Anna's voice and recognized the pain in her eyes. "For as long as it will take for Daddy to fully recover." She hugged her mother. "Why don't you go upstairs and try to get some sleep."

"What are you going to do?"

She stared at the colorful clock over the jukebox. "I'm going to hang out here until I'm ready for bed. My circa-dian rhythm is out of whack because of the three-hour time difference."

Anna's gaze met and fused with Rhianna's. "I've missed you so much," she said in a hushed tone.

She flashed a wry smile. "Please go to bed, Mom, before you have me bawling my eyes out."

Anna nodded. "I'm going, but I want you to consider one thing."

"What's that, Mom?"

"Emery Sutherland returned to Shepherd to bury his parents and brother and he stayed."

"He stayed to raise his brothers and sisters."

"True. But he sacrificed what could've become a rewarding career as a vet to take over his father's business."

Rhianna felt as if her composure was under attack. Her mother was at it again. No one could lay a guilt trip on better than Anna McCray-Campbell. She called her parents every Sunday night, and at least once a month Anna hinted that she wanted her to move back to Shepherd. Her response was always the same: I like California and my job as a hotel banquet manager.

"Good night, Mother."

Anna turned her head rather than let Rhianna see her expression. She'd hit a nerve. Whenever her daughter called her Mother she knew she had shaken her resolve.

"Good night, baby girl."

Rhianna sat in her favorite booth, staring into nothingness. It was where she'd sat with E...

About this edition

• Publisher: Harlequin Kimani Arabesque
• Publication date: 2006
• ISBN 10: 1583148132
• ISBN 13: 9781583148136
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 512