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Fresh Pick | A TIME TO LOVE by Barbara Cameron
Fresh Pick / October 17, 2010

Quilts of Lancaster County #1October 2010 On Sale: October 1, 2010 Featuring: Matthew Bontrager; Jennie King 320 pages ISBN: 1426707630 EAN: 9781426707636 Trade Size $14.99 Add to Wish List Inspirational Fiction Romance Buy at A Time to Love by Barbara Cameron Does time really heal all wounds? War correspondent Jennie King thinks she’s just a temporary guest in her grandmother’s Amish community while she recuperates from the devastating injuries sustained in a car bomb attack that changed her world. But when she meets Matthew Bontrager, the man she had a crush on as a teenager, she wonders if God has a new plan for her. Jennie has emotional and physical scars and though she feels she has come home to this man and this place, she’s not sure she can bridge the difference between their worlds. A beautifully inspirational story of the Amish people and of the seasons we go through in our lives. Excerpt Jenny woke from a half-doze as the SUV slowed to approach a four-way stop. “No!” she cried. “Don’t stop!” “I have to stop.” “No!” she yelled as she lunged to grab at the steering wheel. David smacked her hands away with one hand and…

Spotlight on Dianna Love
Author Spotlight / October 17, 2010

The Morning a Ghost Climbed Into Bed With Me My husband and I built a house in northwest Atlanta in 1989.  You’d think I’d be safe from ghosts in a new house, right? That’s what I once believed, too. About six months into living there, my husband got up one Saturday morning at 2:30 AM to go fish a bass tournament.  I sat that one out because I had a wall mural to paint that day (this was back before I ever thought of writing a book).   He was great about being quiet while he got ready, even though he knew I always woke up the minute he got out of the bed.  I remember him kissing me goodbye and shutting the bedroom door on his way out as if I wouldn’t hear him opening cabinets in the kitchen to get what he needed for a day on the lake. I lay there in the middle of the bed where I’d stretched out on my stomach, thinking about what I had to do that day.  I heard the garage door groan its way up, then back down five minutes later after he pulled the boat out and left. It was…