Reunited With The Bull Rider. Jill Kemerer
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Goodbye rodeo, hello hometown
But is thisWyoming Cowboy ready to face his past?
Amy Deerson wanted to mentor a child. Her plan did not include former bull rider Nash Bolton—the little girl’s brother and guardian. It’s been a decade since Nash left town without a word, breaking Amy’s young heart. Now they must put their painful past aside to help fragile, traumatized Ruby. If only getting over their first love were that simple.
JILL KEMERER writes novels with love, humor and faith. Besides spoiling her mini dachshund and keeping up with her busy kids, Jill reads stacks of books, lives for her morning coffee and gushes over fluffy animals. She resides in Ohio with her husband and two children. Jill loves connecting with readers, so please visit her website, jillkemerer.com, or contact her at PO Box 2802, Whitehouse, OH 43571.
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Reunited with the Bull Rider
Jill Kemerer
ISBN: 978-1-474-08429-1
REUNITED WITH THE BULL RIDER
© 2018 Ripple Effect Press, LLC
Published in Great Britain 2018
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“You were my best friend.”
Amy’s eyes welled with tears. “I loved you. Cherished you. Thought nothing but the best of you. And then you were gone. You cut me out of your life, and mine became very empty.”
Nash shifted in his seat, his face grave.
She shook away the threatening tears, swallowed the lump in her throat. “I didn’t know what to do with myself.”
He stood, pacing, his movements agitated and robotic. “I hate myself for that.”
“I hated you, too.” She rose also, rubbing her arms, and gazed at the barn in the distance. Maybe she shouldn’t have told him. “I’m not trying to punish you. I just… Well, I needed you to know.”
He came up next to her. She dared not move or she’d fall apart. His shoulder was less than an inch from hers.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Don’t remember. Forget it. Forget it all.
She spun away from him.
“It’s your fault, you know. The life I wanted? Gone. You shattered my dreams, Nash Bolton. You shattered them.”
Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.
—Isaiah 6:8
Do you ever feel torn between gratitude for the blessings in your life and envy of others who have things you still want? I struggle with this. I can wake up in the morning, praising God for my family, my health and the opportunity to write for a living. Two hours later I’m jealous and grumbling at a Facebook post someone shared. Like Amy at the Easter egg hunt, though, I keep turning back to focus on God’s providence. I try my best to keep a “Send me” spirit to do His will. I fail sometimes, but thankfully, we don’t have to be perfect!
My prayer is for you to walk daily with the Lord and to embrace obedience even when it feels impossible. He loves to bless His children. You never know—He might bless you beyond your wildest dreams!
I love to hear from readers, so please email me at [email protected] or write to PO Box 2802, Whitehouse, Ohio 43571. Bless you!
Jill Kemerer
To my sister, Sarah. You’ll always be my hero! And to my brother-in-law, Rich, and my nieces, Eva, Cecilia and Calista. You make life fun!
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