A Forever Christmas (Love Inspired Large Print)

4.12 avg rating
( 72 ratings by Goodreads )
9780373814428: A Forever Christmas (Love Inspired Large Print)
View all copies of this ISBN edition:

Sarah Radcliffe's quiet Christmas back in her hometown will be lost if she agrees to direct the church's Christmas pageant. But when she meets two little boys determined to gain their father's attention, Sarah agrees to help. Then she discovers that the dad in question is Gregory Jones, the man she loved and lost. The single dad is working himself to the bone to give his boys the Christmas of their dreams, when all they want is some family time. Time that includes a new mommy. If Sarah can learn to open her heart, she may receive the most wonderful present of all—a family of her own.

"synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.

About the Author:

Born and raised in Kentucky, Missy Tippens met her very own hero when she headed to grad school in Atlanta, Georgia. She promptly fell in love and has lived in Georgia ever since. She and her pastor husband have been married over twenty-five years and have been blessed with three children. After ten years of pursuing her publishing dream, Missy made her first sale to Love Inspired in 2007.

Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:

Sarah Radcliffe forced one foot in front of the other, up the front steps of her parents' church—her childhood church home—with her insides churning. She'd come as a favor for her friend, Donna Rae Durante. And though it wasn't time for a worship service, she really didn't want to go inside. She'd been angry with God for weeks. Hadn't been able to bring herself to even enter a church building.

Which was sad, because normally, walking inside gave comfort—a feeling of warmth, of peace. All of which she really needed at the moment.

But instead, the pervasive grayness wrapped around her as she took the last step leading to the church door. The cold December wind gusted as she flung it open. A cacophony assaulted her ears, reminding her of the school hallways at the end of the day. She entered the sanctuary, and saw kids swarming all over the place, yelling and laughing.

All except for a little boy over to the side, taking it all in. Her heart immediately hurt.

The boy's straight, dark hair reminded her of her former student, Peter, but she closed off the line of thought before it got out of hand.

"Oh, Sarah, I'm so glad you came!" Donna Rae hollered from where she sat on the front pew.

Sarah waved and proceeded down the center aisle. A carrot-topped little boy zoomed across and almost tripped her.

"Sowwy," he called, then continued on his race.

Donna Rae stood and hugged her. "You're such a lifesaver."

"It's great to see you, Donna Rae." She glanced down at her friend's very pregnant belly. "You look fantastic. As usual."

Donna Rae rubbed her protruding abdomen, and worry furrowed her brow. "I'm feeling pretty good, too. But I'm swelling, and the doctor is worried about my blood pressure. Didn't have any trouble on the first four kids."

"I'm sorry. Anything I can do to help?"

She cackled. "Oh, boy, is there. That's why I asked you to meet me here."

From the looks of things—boxes of costumes lying off to the sides of the church and pieces of the set for their annual Christmas pageant—she suspected Donna Rae was fishing for volunteers to help with the play. "Uh-oh. I'm afraid I'm going to regret my offer."

"Come over here. I need to stay off my feet." She grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her down on the pew beside her. "As you can tell, I'm the director of the pageant this year. And I'm finding out just how much Lindsay Jones Wellington always did around this place."

"Mother told me she got married and moved to Boston."

"Yes." She leaned in conspiratorially. "She and Bill held hands around The Forever Tree, you know."

How could she forget the local legend that said a couple who holds hands around the tree would have forever love? "Yes, I'd heard that." Sarah's breathing stuttered as she remembered the time she'd held hands around the tree. With Gregory Jones.

I'll love you forever, no matter what happens, he'd said to her as they circled the huge pecan tree in the park in downtown Magnolia, Georgia. She'd been so young. So trusting.

So naive.

"Well, I've been trying to fill Lindsay's shoes," Donna Rae said. "And I'm afraid it wouldn't be possible in even the best of circumstances. And now my doctor is talking about putting me on bed rest."

Sarah shook off the remnants of her trip down memory lane. "What?"

"I'm showing signs of preeclampsia. The doc said to get my life in order. He'll probably stick me on bed rest till the baby comes."

"Oh, no, Donna Rae. Is the baby okay?"

"She's fine. It's just a precaution. I've asked five different people to take over for me, and although they all said they would help, not a one would agree to head it up. When I heard you were back in town, I knew you'd be perfect."

Sarah took a deep breath.

"Oh, please say you'll do it. You have so much experience with kids."

The dark-haired boy caught her eye once again, as if she had radar for detecting lonely children. "Honestly, I don't know if I can handle being around kids right now. I'm home because one of my kindergartners passed away from cancer, and they closed school early for the holidays."

"Oh, you poor thing." Donna Rae wrapped her arms around Sarah again. "Well, you can think about it before making a decision. My last resort is to ask Bea Kennedy to do it."

"Do you think she could handle it?"

"Well, she's working with kids at the community center now."

Guilt gnawed at Sarah. Would she make a woman in her eighties take over just because it was painful for herself to be around children?

Her gaze darted to the quiet boy again.

She was home from Nashville for the holidays with absolutely nothing to do. And her parents had more social engagements than she could shake a stick at—none of which interested her. How could she refuse Donna Rae? Surely she could find several volunteers to help her. Maybe it would help her to heal. She took another deep breath. "I'll do it."

Donna Rae grabbed her in a huge bear hug. "Bless you!"

Sarah looked around the room at the children playing in pairs or small groups. A couple of teenagers had come in and seemed to be helping corral them. The quiet little boy was still off by himself, his face the picture of misery. "Why isn't that boy playing?"

"He's having a tough time with Lindsay's marriage and move." She leaned in closer as if watching Sarah for a reaction. "That's Hunter Jones."

Sarah tried not to let the shock show, but she knew she couldn't hide the surge of emotion battering her already-tender heart. "Gregory and Delia's son," she whispered. "I haven't seen him since he was a baby." Since the time she came home for a visit and Delia brought the baby over to show him off. Of course, that was before she abandoned him a year later.

"He's five now. And the energetic little angel with the bright red hair is Chase Jones, who's four."

The cute little one who'd nearly run her down when she came in?

"I don't think Delia has any contact with them anymore," Donna Rae whispered behind her hand.

"I've heard that. I just can't believe it."

"The boys really miss their Aunt Lindsay. She'd been their mother figure pretty much since Chase was born. Now Gregory has to do everything."

Sarah pressed her hand to her chest. This wasn't going to be easy. How could she not be over Gregory's betrayal even after so many years? The stuffy sanctuary closed in, forcing her to breathe deeply. "Do you mind if I step outside for a minute?"

"Sure, take your time." Donna Rae pointed to the pile of halos in the pew beside her. "I still need to get these untangled and bent back into shape."

"Thanks, Donna Rae." She wanted to race up the aisle but instead controlled her pace.

She could do this. Pouring herself into the pageant might help to take her mind off Peter's death. Might help her climb up out of the smothering grief. She'd just take it one step at a time.

As she reached out to grab the door, it swung open.

And she stood toe to toe with six feet of ruggedly handsome man.

The last person she wanted to see right now.

She froze.

He didn't move either, except for his dark blue eyes, which blinked, then widened. "Sarah."

The way he said it, so deep and raspy...so familiar...sent her stomach on a nosedive to her feet and back. "Hi, Gregory."

Gregory could not believe he was face to face with Sarah Radcliffe. He'd done well to avoid her through the years on her rare trips home.

And now he'd practically run into her. The closest they'd been in a decade.

"Are you in town for the holidays?" he asked.

"We, uh... yes, school got out earlier than usual this year. So I decided to do Christmas here instead of in Nashville." She gestured to the sanctuary, her hands all fluttery like a nervous bird. "And now Donna Rae has asked me to take over as director of the pageant."

He studied her for a couple of seconds, stunned by the news, yet trying to hold his stiff smile in place. "Oh. That's... nice."

He tried his best not to stare. To act as if it were no big deal to see her again. But he couldn't help it. Beyond all reason, she was even more beautiful at thirty-two than she'd been as a teenager. Her hair was still long and blond, her eyes that warm, light brown. He had once thought they seemed to have light behind them.

He used to wonder if God gave her that glow. Used to resent it at the same time he wanted it.

But now, the light wasn't there. She seemed... sad.

"Gregory, what are you doing back so soon?" Donna Rae asked as she lumbered up the aisle.

He slowly dragged his attention to Donna Rae. "I'm actually here to beg you for a favor." He held up two car booster seats, one in each hand. "Can you take the boys to my dad's house after rehearsal? I just got a call to meet a potential client and won't be back in time."

"Sure. Just put the seats in my car for me."

"Thanks. I owe you one." He scanned the room for his boys. Chase was fine, playing with friends. But Hunter sat alone. It killed him to see his son so unhappy.

Donna Rae shooed him out. "Go ahead. We'll take care of him."

He glanced at Sarah, then nodded, his mind racing.

Sarah Radcliffe. Here in Magnolia.

Directing the Christmas play.


As he installed the booster seats and then drove to his meeting, he tried not to think about her or the sadness clinging to her.

They'd had such a roller-coaster past. He'd been crazy about her from the moment he laid eyes on her. He'd had big plans, including marriage. But then she'd dumped him—because her judgmental parents had thought he wasn't good enough for their little princess.

She had no idea what that rejection had done to him.

And then there had been all that stuff with her dad. Gregory still prayed no one would find out about it.

But he couldn't dwell on it. He had work to do. He padlocked all thoughts of Sarah. Relegated them to the painful past. The better-left-unopened past.

Before Sarah could fully comprehend that Gregory had been there, he was gone, leaving a vacuum that wanted to suck her out the door after him.

But then, it had always been like that between them. He was every bit as gorgeous today as he had been the first day of her sophomore year in high school, the day he, a senior, first noticed her and leaned against her locker to talk. Blue eyes twinkling. Turning on that bad boy charm. He'd been like some kind of powerful magnet, and she hadn't stood a chance.

But she'd grown up. At thirty-two, she was a far cry from that starry-eyed teenager. She was much wiser, with lots of experience under her belt. No way would she fall for his charm again. Besides, he didn't look quite so confident now that he had responsibilities—a business to run and children to care for. "So does Gregory still have his landscaping business?" she asked Donna Rae.

She nodded. "Yeah. But I just hate all the hours he works."

"I imagine it's slowing some for the winter."

"You'd think it would. But he seems to always be full throttle no matter the season. And with this being his first Christmas to do everything without Lindsay, he's putting pressure on himself to make it the best Christmas ever."

Sarah could see the worry on Donna Rae's face, could hear it in her voice. As she looked across the sanctuary at Hunter, sitting by himself on a pew, she wondered how Gregory would be able to do it all. And wondered what kind of man he'd grown up to be.

She couldn't shake thoughts of him as Donna Rae gathered the children and led them through the rehearsal. Distracted and scattered, Sarah started when Donna Rae introduced her as the new director.

The precious four-to-six-year-olds stared up at her expectantly. A few even clapped, so she waved to them. "Thank you. I used to be in the Christmas play when I was a child, so I know we're going to have a good time together."

Donna Rae sat down, and Sarah could see she was in pain. Donna Rae waved her away when she tried to help. "I'm fine. Just a contraction. Go ahead and hand out the schedule."

All eyes were on Sarah. It was the first time she'd been around children since Peter's funeral, and she found it difficult to go on. But she had to. Too late to back out now.

When she finished passing out the papers, she said, "Well, I see some parents gathering in the back. So I guess it's time to go. I'll see you at the next practice."

Though it demanded more energy than Sarah had at the moment, she made a point to meet each parent. As stragglers arrived late to pick up their children, she kept a close watch on Donna Rae. "Do you want me to call the doctor?"

"No. Really, I'm fine. But I probably need to go on home and put my feet up. Make Vinny pamper me." She smiled, but it was tinged with worry.


"Can you take Hunter and Chase to Harry's house for me?"

Gregory's father wouldn't hold any fond memories of Sarah. She dreaded facing him. "Of course. I'll walk you to your car and get their seats." She knelt in front of Hunter and Chase. "I'm Miss Sarah, and I'm going to give you aride to your granddad's."

"Let's go, boys," Donna Rae said as they turned off the lights and headed out the door.

Hunter followed obediently, but he didn't appear happy. Sarah couldn't help but wonder if he was angry about something. In contrast, Chase slipped his little hand into Sarah's and looked up, his sweet cherub face all smiles. He chattered a mile a minute, with a lisp that seemed to be caused by his chubby cheeks, as they walked to her car and installed the seats.

When she and the boys arrived at the Jones house, Chase raced ahead. Sarah, even weighed down by the car seats, had to slow to wait for Hunter, who dragged his feet as if they were in blocks of cement.

She kind of felt the same way having to face Harry Jones.

Two hours ago, she couldn't have imagined this turn of events even in her wildest dreams.

"Hunter, do you think you could carry your booster seat for me?"

He nodded, then he wrapped his arms around it and picked up the pace a little.

"So, it must be fun to get to stay with your grandfather," she said.

He shrugged. "I guess so."

"You don't sound excited about it."

Hunter shook his head. "I wish Dad could pick us up."

"About this title" may belong to another edition of this title.

Other Popular Editions of the Same Title

9780373875641: A Forever Christmas (Love Inspired)

Featured Edition

ISBN 10: 0373875649 ISBN 13: 9780373875641
Publisher: Love Inspired Larger Print, 2009

Top Search Results from the AbeBooks Marketplace

Stock Image


Tippens, Missy
Published by Love Inspired Large Print (2009)
ISBN 10: 0373814429 ISBN 13: 9780373814428
New Softcover Quantity Available: 1
(San Diego, CA, U.S.A.)

Book Description Love Inspired Large Print, 2009. Condition: New. New. Seller Inventory # M-0373814429

More information about this seller | Contact this seller

Buy New
US$ 81.24
Convert currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: US$ 4.95
Within U.S.A.
Destination, rates & speeds