Is it possible for a traveling hospice nurse to find romance in a small southern town? After all, she is only passing through and needs to focus on her job. A job that requires compassion and dedication. She can't afford to have any distractions.
Since her grandmother's death, Sarah has been alone. No family. No friends. No distractions.
Just the way she likes it. Traveling from town to town is an adventure, meeting new people, exploring new places, but could her solitary life be growing lonely?
Much to her surprise, two vastly differing men compete for her attention in the small historic town of Camden, South Carolina. Nate, the adopted son of one of Sarah's patients, is a true
Southerner with a sarcastic wit and genuine warmth. On the other hand, Dr. Joseph Thornton is a caring oncologist who is known as the best catch in the state. Who could say no to his Hollywood smile and emerald eyes?
No distractions. This has been her goal as a hospice nurse. But distractions is exactly what she gets. Will she be tempted to put down roots in the small town?
It's a good thing Sarah's eccentric Nana left her a mysterious box. Nana's gift provides the guidance and comfort Sarah desperately needs as she faces heartwrenching trials. Not only does she have the stress of caring for the dying, she has to visit patients in the ghetto. What dangers await a beautiful young nurse making home visits at night?
Enduring sadness and trauma, Sarah's childhood faith is shattered. She tries desperately to hold onto Nana's godly legacy, but it is slipping away. When a bizarre stranger appears at her door with devastating news about Nana's past, can her cherished box continue to provide answers and deepen her faith or will Sarah realize her life has been based on nothing but lies?
Susan grew up in Charlotte, NC and has a psychology degree from Furman University and masters in social work from the University of South Carolina. She jokes that God didn't lead her to a career in hospice; He took her kicking and screaming the whole way. Now passionate about endoflife care, she has worked with hospice for more than twenty years. She loves sharing about God's redemptive love and grace during life's most challenging struggles. Susan presently serves as a hospice director and lives in Columbia, SC with her husband and three children. Her whole family is fluent in sarcasm and on any given day, you can find them bantering away.
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Lucky Me! I get to share with you the absolute first snippet in the snippet chain for this tour, PLUS its also the first paragraph for the whole entire book. That first paragraph all authors slave over to get just right.
Sarah gripped the steering wheel as she leaned forward, straining to see out the windshield. Steady, rhythmic rain pelted down, making it impossible to concentrate. She hated being late more than she hated her allergy to cats.
She’d have to slow down if she was going to make sense of the scribbled directions. Why did people live in places unknown to GPSs? She shook her head as her patience wore thin. How many soybean fields can South Carolina possibly have? She looked at her watch and grew more agitated. She was scheduled to admit a patient in Rembert at four-thirty. It was already four-thirty-five.
It had been a long time since she’d driven through the country. On a clear day she would have enjoyed the rural setting with vast farmlands occasionally interrupted by a rolling pasture sprinkled with dairy cattle. But not today; her supervisor hadn’t even given her time to unpack before rushing her out to see a new patient.
Sarah sighed in relief when she spotted the narrow road hidden between a pair of weeping willows. Their gloomy branches spilled over the drive like long, arthritic fingers. Sarah turned her fuel-efficient coupe in and came to a rolling stop. Why had she not invested in a four-wheel drive?
Staring down the deserted road, she imagined that on a sunny day it would be picturesque with the stately oak trees and towering pines framing the passage. But as clouds hovered lower and the skies grew more ominous, Sarah shivered and willed her heart to slow down.