Blessings Of The Heart And Samantha's Gift
Blessings Of The Heart\Samantha's Gift
"If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; even there shall thy hand lead me and thy right hand shall hold me."
—Psalm 139:9-10
Startled, Brianne Bailey froze. Listened. Straightened. Who in the world could be making such an awful racket?
She'd been in her kitchen, peacefully raiding the refrigerator for a quick afternoon snack, when she'd heard the first whack. Before she could determine the source, repeated pounding had built to a deafening crescendo and was echoing through the enormous house. It sounded as if a herd of rampaging elephants was trampling down her substantial mahogany front door. That, or she was being accosted by a psychopathic door-to-door salesman who knew she was there alone and hoped to frighten her into buying his wares!
Both ideas were so ludicrous they made Bree chuckle as she hurried down the hall to answer the knock. "Boy, I've been living in a world of fiction for too long," she muttered. "I'm beginning to think like the crazy characters in my stories." Which wouldn't be too bad ... read full excerpt from: Blessings of the Heart and Samantha's Gift ebook
