Hope,
love, and loss meld two polar opposite personalities. How long can they
keep passion for their ministry and each other after the wedding?
Medical missionary and
avowed bachelor Merit Campbell is wounded during a skirmish at his
Mideast clinic and sent home to recover. Restlessness propels him to
explore the happier moments of his childhood in Illinois where he meets
Amalia Kennedy, owner of The Last Detail, who enjoys helping people
prepare for their final years. Merit ushers in new life; Amalia ushers
it out. Love? Obviously. Marriage? Check. Dealing with the family
closet? Step back…
Amalia enjoys her
predictable life in a quiet little Illinois town—until long-time
intended, Hudson, finally proposes in a way that shows her boring and
old are coming way too fast. When a mutual friend introduces Merit and
Amalia, the spark of attraction makes Merit reconsider his bachelorhood.
When he can’t return to the mission, he accepts a call as pastor to
Amalia’s church. As the two grow closer they weather constant
interruptions from ministry, business, and family, even at their wedding
and beyond. When tragedy strikes, they must learn to rely on each other
in ways they couldn’t have prepared for.
$3.99 Ebook
EXCERPT
Copyright 2013 © Lisa J Lickel
Seven
seconds. Merit counted silently from the time the last missile whined
past his ear. Senna’s goon needed seven seconds to reload. Merit ignored
the flash on his right and kept his eyes on the child who sat in the
dirt about a dozen long steps in front of him, waving her tiny fists.
After
the next barrage of fire went silent, Merit took off in a crouching
run, grabbed Tangra’s youngest granddaughter, Mardra, and rushed toward
the nearest pile of rocks. The punch and stabbing sensation in his left
shoulder, followed by a thud, let him know he had almost made it. As he
was lifted off his feet, he thrust the child he’d delivered last spring
into her father’s outstretched arms. As gravity reclaimed him his left
foot plunged between stones. His ankle twisted viciously as strong hands
pulled him to relative safety amongst the band of defenders.
The
child began to scream when her uncle fired his weapon close to her
little ears. Merit felt like doing the same as his ankle thrummed and
ground with his every movement. Broken, at least. No competition for the
shoulder wound. He took Mardra back into his arms so her father could
aim his US-made hunting rifle, meant for small game—not humans—back
toward Senna’s position.
Merit
hunched over the little girl as a brilliant flame arced overhead. A
ground-shaking explosion followed, then smoke and men’s shouts and the
acrid scent of the rocket’s accelerant. He hoped he wouldn’t have to
run, because he couldn’t. Nothing he could do but pray between the
throbs of searing pain and deep anger at Senna.
The
baby wiggled, tugging Merit’s heartstrings away from his fury. It
wasn’t her fault her grandfather’s rival destroyed Merit’s life work.
Both factions were going to miss the little missionary medical clinic
Merit ran in the mountains of Nehrangestan, a tiny spot on National
Geographic’s map of Asia.
Something
tickled. Wha—oh, right—blood from the shoulder wound. He touched the
front of his blue shirt then looked at the growing red stain flowing
like a waterfall. Tentatively, he reached behind his collarbone and
hissed at the gouge. Not serious. He’d probably get a nice scar out of
it. Senna’s pound of flesh. Merit shifted the baby and tried to flex his
ankle. He bit back a scream and panted while sparkles pulsed in the
fringe of his vision. Yeah, broken.
Well,
that answered that question. If he got out of here alive, the mission
board would make him go home for treatment. Question was, how soon could
he get back to rebuild the clinic?
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Wednesday, January 8, 2014
BRAND NEW RELEASE! The Last Detail by Lisa J. Lickel
Jacqueline is a fan of historical dramas as long as they're clean with some crazy plot twists. Often she writes with her darling Nash-cat resting on her arms, which makes for some interesting typing. She's a survivor of narcissistic head games, and adds bits and pieces taken from her experiences to her stories.
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