Libby M. (tupperlibby) reviewed White Christmas in Dry Creek (Return to Dry Creek, Bk 5) (Love Inspired, No 806) on + 2 more book reviews
I loved this book. After I read it, I loaned it to my hair dresser because she loves these books too. Janet Tronstad is one of my favorite authors. Would read anything she wrote.
Melissa B. (mblisa) reviewed White Christmas in Dry Creek (Return to Dry Creek, Bk 5) (Love Inspired, No 806) on + 60 more book reviews
I really enjoyed this book! I have read the entire series of "Back to Dry Creek", and I have enjoyed each one.
The characters and story line are very interesting. I didnt want to put this book down!
The characters and story line are very interesting. I didnt want to put this book down!
JoAnne C. reviewed White Christmas in Dry Creek (Return to Dry Creek, Bk 5) (Love Inspired, No 806) on + 28 more book reviews
Great story....great book...highly recommend it
Alice B. reviewed White Christmas in Dry Creek (Return to Dry Creek, Bk 5) (Love Inspired, No 806) on + 3559 more book reviews
A blizzard swept across the empty fields outside of Dry Creek, Montana, freezing the night air and throwing snowflakes against the two-story house that stood in the middle of the sprawling Elkton cattle ranch. Inside the home, Renee Gray knelt on the hardwood floor, one hand gripping a phone and the other frantically searching for a pulse in the neck of the unconscious stranger lying in front of her. She was still in shock at finding him slumped over the porch railing a few seconds ago, a saddled horse close to him and what looked like a wolf barely visible some yards behind him in the falling snow.
The wolf hadn't looked menacing, but the man did.
After the scary times she and her five-year-old daughter, Tessie, had endured with her ex-husband, Renee had been careful not to let any man who looked like this oneâvirile, strong and maybe dangerousâinto their lives. And yet, here he was right on the floor in front of her and in desperate need of help.
With relief, she found his heartbeat. It was weak but steady. She'd already called 911 and the operator was off-line connecting with the ambulance company, so Renee relaxed enough to glance over at Tessie. It was past the girl's bedtime, but she didn't show any sign of fatigue as she leaned over the strange man protectively, her frail frame trembling with excitement.
"Is he a prince?" Tessie whispered in awe as she peered down at him. She wore cardboard angel wings on her shoulders and one of them tipped precariously. That didn't stop Tessie from reaching out to the black hair that curled against the man's forehead. Equally dark stubble covered his face. His skin was so white from cold that it almost matched the color of her wings. "Did Santa bring him for Christmas?"
Renee blinked. "No, sweetheart. He's not a present."
The two of them had been in the living room putting the last of the tinsel on their Christmas tree when the girl insisted she heard a thump outside. They both went to the door and Renee managed to use a rug to drag the man inside while keeping a watch on the darkness to be sure the wolf was gone.
"Don't touch him," Renee added as she covered the phone with her hand.
The wolf hadn't looked menacing, but the man did.
After the scary times she and her five-year-old daughter, Tessie, had endured with her ex-husband, Renee had been careful not to let any man who looked like this oneâvirile, strong and maybe dangerousâinto their lives. And yet, here he was right on the floor in front of her and in desperate need of help.
With relief, she found his heartbeat. It was weak but steady. She'd already called 911 and the operator was off-line connecting with the ambulance company, so Renee relaxed enough to glance over at Tessie. It was past the girl's bedtime, but she didn't show any sign of fatigue as she leaned over the strange man protectively, her frail frame trembling with excitement.
"Is he a prince?" Tessie whispered in awe as she peered down at him. She wore cardboard angel wings on her shoulders and one of them tipped precariously. That didn't stop Tessie from reaching out to the black hair that curled against the man's forehead. Equally dark stubble covered his face. His skin was so white from cold that it almost matched the color of her wings. "Did Santa bring him for Christmas?"
Renee blinked. "No, sweetheart. He's not a present."
The two of them had been in the living room putting the last of the tinsel on their Christmas tree when the girl insisted she heard a thump outside. They both went to the door and Renee managed to use a rug to drag the man inside while keeping a watch on the darkness to be sure the wolf was gone.
"Don't touch him," Renee added as she covered the phone with her hand.
