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Secrets. Redemption. Love’s second-chance.
Hard-driving real-estate developer Lauren Rolphe returns to her hometown of Looking Glass Lake, ready to revitalize the area and receive a hero’s welcome for her troubles.
Practical-joker Matthew Paycoach is the town’s most loyal and influential citizen…and the Looking Glass Lake’s most charming cowboy. But even his easy-going smile can’t mask the pain Lauren caused when she dumped him and left town without a goodbye nine years ago.
As they war over the town’s future, Looking Glass Lake’s most notorious matchmakers jump into the fray. Matt quickly loses the battle to protect his heart, and Lauren is overwhelmed by sweet memories and longings she has tried so desperately to forget.
But when a secret surfaces and the past comes back to haunt them, Matt and Lauren must learn how to let go and trust God…or lose love’s true home forever.
Love’s True Home is Book 1 in the Looking Glass Lake series of contemporary Christian romance.
If you like sweet and clean love stories with quirky characters that get you laughing, then you’ll love Rebecca Nightsong’s world of imperfect people who dare to put their faith and love in action.
Saddle up and enter cowboy country to start this sweet love story today!
“Don’t look so worried,” Matt said. “I’ve heard the mayor of this place is really quite reasonable.” He leaned forward, a teasing glint in his eye. “I’ve also heard he has quite the crush on you, so he might entertain a low offer. As long as it’s within reason, of course.”
Lauren couldn’t look at him. Today, she didn’t have it in her to flirt. And her foggy brain refused to give her the right words to tell him how bad it really was. But she had to try one more time. “The structural damage is a lot worse than I thought, too,” she said. “Which means the entire project might take a lot longer than anticipated.”
Matt laughed, and she looked up at him in surprise. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day,” he said. “It means you’ll be in town longer.” He leaned down and kissed her, his lips lingering on hers.
Lauren gave up then, and reached her hands up around his neck, kissing him back. Kisses like that made her realize how badly she wanted to stay here. Kisses like that almost made her forget about the numbers and the balance sheets and the return on investment. Kisses like that pushed back the pain of so many losses and brought a whisper of hope. They made her vision blur and her heart beat faster, and then instead of seeing the world through numbers, she saw it through his eyes.
Through his eyes, this was a priceless historical building, with so much sentimental value to the town and the state. And to Matt. Maybe even to her, just because it mattered to Matt and Looking Glass Lake so much. Which meant that those kisses must really be messing with her heart. And maybe her head.
Because between head and heart, she wasn’t sure anymore which direction she was headed.
“What I have a problem with,” Lauren spat, “is you taking advantage of your star power to control a whole town. They can’t even think for themselves. They’re too busy falling all over you.”
Thwap. Matt sunk a nail into the wood with his nail gun before he turned and looked at her. “Maybe that’s why you left town nine years ago.”
“This isn’t about me leaving. And anyway, that makes no sense.”
He came down the ladder and laid his nail gun on the granite counter top. He stepped entirely too close to her. Golden flecks in his navy eyes sent a zing up her spine, and the fresh cedar of his aftershave throttled her heart rate. She took a shaky breath.
“Let me clarify, then,” he said, his voice low. “Maybe you left because you were afraid you were falling for me.”
She laughed. “Falling for you?” Whew. Just when she thought those memories would sweep her back up in their arms, he said something like that. Something that slapped her upside the head with reality. “Matthew Paycoach, you made certain a long time ago that I would never fall for you again, not in a million years.”
His teeth gleamed in a wicked smile. “I can still get you riled up.”
She smoothed her skirt and sniffed. “Stupidity gets me riled up.”
He laughed. “You sure look pretty when you’re mad,” he said. He reached out and touched her chin, turning her face up gently. “And that lipstick color is very….” His lips curled into an amused smile. “Very noticeable.”
She scowled, and her hands flew to burning cheeks. She’d forgotten about the makeup. She was serious, and he treated her like a joke. The whole town had treated her like a joke. All along, she’d been the fool. Well, that was about to change. “I didn’t come here to talk about the past.” She jerked her face away and swung her briefcase onto the counter.
“Then you’d better change your plans.” Matt planted his feet wide apart and rested his thumbs on his tool belt.
“Or what? You’ll pull your nail gun, and we’ll have a shootout at the OK Corral?” She snapped her briefcase open and pulled out a file. She tapped the corner of the file against his chest. “Look, Matt. This isn’t personal. It’s business. Enough with the practical jokes. Why can’t you put resentments aside and get down to business? Looking Glass Lake needs me, whether you admit it or not. And the Glass Slipper Resort is the only thing that will save this town. And the only thing that will save the Glass Slipper Resort is my boss and his plans to renovate.”
She spread the specs out on the counter, but he didn’t even glance at them.
He folded his arms, and they engaged in a stare down. She knew the good, the bad, and the ugly about this man. Even a lonely Native flute call and a tumbleweed blowing through on a dry wind wouldn’t shake her focus. He was going down. She tapped her fingers against the counter top. Make your move, cowboy.
Meet The Author…
Rebecca Nightsong grew up under the wide-open skies of Idaho, where she spent long days in fluffy petticoats and lace, chasing geese and riding goats (since sadly, she had no horses).
As a bossy sister in a large family of all boys, she may or may not be guilty of making her 3 year old brother lie down on a hard strip of lumber in the middle of the pasture to take a pretend nap when playing “pioneer families.”
Today, Rebecca lives with her husband, who is a constant source of inspiration.
She spends her time in her quirky fictional world of Looking Glass Lake, bossing around characters who frequently boss back.
You can find her at: http://www.rebeccanightsong.com