The sentimental journey romance collection : 9 love stories from the memorable 1940's.
Record details
- ISBN: 9781634094719
- Physical Description: 446 pages ; 23 cm
- Publisher: Uhrichsville, OH : Barbour Books, 2015.
Content descriptions
Formatted Contents Note: | Of immeasurable worth / by Joan Croston -- A flower amidst the ashes / by DiAnn Mills -- To sing another day / by Kim Vogel Sawyer -- A living doll / by Cathy Marie Hake -- Filled with joy / by Kelly Eileen Hake -- A thread of trust / by Sally Laity -- A stitch of faith / by Dianna Crawford -- Letters from home / by Lynette Sowell -- A light in the night / by Janelle Burnham Schneider. |
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Subject: | World War, 1939-1945 > Fiction. Man-woman relationships > Fiction. |
Genre: | Romance fiction. |
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- 4 of 4 copies available at Evergreen Indiana.
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Barton Rees Pogue Mem. PL - Upland | IF VARIOUS authors Sentimental (Text) | 76277000038592 | Inspirational Fiction* | Available | - |
Jackson Co PL - Seymour Main Library | ROMANCE FIC SENTIMEN (Text) | 37500004134744 | Romance | Available | - |
Jay Co PL - Portland | AF SENTI (Text) | 76383000443187 | Adult Fiction | Available | - |
New Castle-Henry County PL - New Castle | F SENT (ROMANCE) (Text) | 39231033810371 | Adult Fiction Collection | Available | - |
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The Sentimental Journey Romance Collection
9 Love Stories from the Memorable 1940s
By Cathy Marie Hake, Kim Vogel Sawyer, Dianna Crawford, Joan Croston, Kelly Eileen Hake, Sally Laity, DiAnn Mills Janelle B. Schneider, Lynette Sowell
Barbour Publishing, Inc.
All rights reserved.
Contents
Of Immeasurable Worth,
A Flower Amidst the Ashes,
To Sing Another Day,
A Living Doll,
Filled with Joy,
A Thread of Trust,
A Stitch of Faith,
Letters from Home,
A Light in the Night,
CHAPTER 1
Of Immeasurable Worth
by Joan Croston
London, 1940
A gust of wind scattered twigs along the sidewalk, then swirled around the ladder as Ann Heydon stepped on the first rung and inched her way toward the top. "I don't like heights," she muttered as her stomach churned, "but Grandpa can't climb up here to do this." She grasped the ladder with her left hand and stretched as far as she could to wipe dirt from the sign on her grandfather's shop. Her weight shifted, and the ladder began to tilt. "Oh, no!" she cried out as she and the ladder headed for the sidewalk.
"Taking flying lessons?" Below, hands steadied the ladder and helped her to the ground.
She looked up into the face of Peter Austin and felt the dreaded blush creep over her. "Oh no, sir. The shop sign was dirty so I climbed up to clean it, but the ladder slipped, and I ..." She stopped in embarrassment as he chuckled at her rambling.
"After you've risked life and limb up there, the least I can do is check the results." He stepped back to inspect her work. "You did a great job!" The sign again clearly identified her grandfather's establishment:
WORTHINGTON'S BOOKSHOP
BOOK REPAIRS AND RARE EDITIONS
NIGEL WORTHINGTON, PROPRIETOR
"That's a relief! I never want to climb up there again!" Ann collected her cleaning supplies and smiled. "You haven't been by the shop for a while, Mr. Austin. You must keep busy with that book you're writing, or is it those literature classes you teach at the university?"
"A bit of both, I'm afraid." He shook his finger at her, a teasing glint in his eyes. "But how many times do I have to remind you? My name's Peter. After all, we're fellow Americans here in jolly old London. 'Mr. Austin' makes me feel too old." He wagged his eyebrows at her. "Unless you're trying to tell me something...."
She fought to keep the red from her face. "No, of course I'm not. You're not old, but I'm used to calling teachers by their more formal names. I know you're not my teacher, but you do teach at the university and —"
"Hold it!" He burst out laughing. "Don't be so serious. It's 1940. The world's not that formal anymore. It may be falling apart around us, but that's even more reason to enjoy it while we can." He picked up the ladder. "I'm here to see your grandfather about a book. I'll take this in for you."
Ann let out her breath and collapsed against the shop as a woman stepped out of her gift shop next door and bustled over.
"Are you all right, dearie?" Mrs. Chumley stopped in front of her and peered over her glasses.
Ann brushed off her cardigan sweater. "I'm fine — at least physically. I'm not so sure about the rest of me."
Her neighbor planted her hands on her ample hips. "I saw that handsome young man rescue you. It was so romantic!"
Ann sighed. "I know I'm a dunce when it comes to men, Mrs. Chumley, but why does that man always leave me in a dither? I'm foolish to think he could be interested in a plain Jane li