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CRITICAL PRAISE FOR
RUTH AXTELL MORREN
LILAC SPRING
“Lilac Spring blooms with heartfelt yearning and genuine conflict as Cherish and Silas seek God’s will for their lives. Fascinating details about nineteenth-century shipbuilding are planted here and there, bringing an historical feel to this faith-filled romance.”
—Liz Curtis Higgs, bestselling author of Grace in Thine Eyes
“Morren’s engrossing style is sure to please her readers as well as win over new fans. This pleasing saga has likable characters and just enough tension to satisfy gentle romance enthusiasts.”
—Library Journal
WILD ROSE
Selected as a Booklist Top 10 Christian Novel for 2005
“The charm of the story lies in Morren’s ability to portray real passion between her characters. Wild Rose is not so much a romance as an old-fashioned love story.”
—Booklist
“A beautiful, believable love relationship…Richly defined characters and settings enhance this meaningful novel.”
—Romantic Times BOOKclub
“An uplifting and spiritual tale of small town life in turn-of-the-century New England. Wild Rose is a gentle, but poignant offering from Ms. Morren and proves that she is an author to watch in the coming months. This is a book you will not want to miss!”
—Romance Reviews Today
WINTER IS PAST
“Inspires readers toward a deeper trust in the transforming power of God…. [Readers] will find in Winter Is Past a novel not to be put down and a new favorite author.”
—Christian Retailing
“Ruth Axtell Morren writes with skill, sensitivity and great heart about the things that matter most…. Make room on your keeper shelf for a new favorite.”
—Susan Wiggs, New York Times bestselling author
“Faith journeys are so realistic, all readers can benefit from the story. Highly recommended.”
—CBA Marketplace
Dawn in My Heart
Ruth Axtell Morren
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For Mora,
Without you,
I’d still be waiting around, hoping to be published…
Without me, you’d be…
Well, God knows…
Here’s to obedience and discipleship.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Questions for Discussion
Chapter One
London, 1814
T ertius Pembroke, Fourth Earl of Skylar, observed his future bride across the drawing room.
“She’s a comely lass, isn’t she?” his father, the Marquess of Caulfield, asked in the false hearty tone Sky recognized as the striving-to-please one when he wasn’t at all sure his news would be well received.
When Tertius said nothing, his father went on. “Look at that porcelain skin, those exquisite arms, the dainty turn of her ankle.” He was positively gushing now.
Sky surveyed Lady Gillian Edwards, determined to find some fault with his father’s choice. He took a critical appraisal, from the crown of her brunette curls cut in the latest short fashion to the tips of her silver slippers.
What he found in between was in no way displeasing. Pale skin delightfully tinged pink at the cheeks bespoke untouched innocence. A pleasant tinkling sound reached his ear when she laughed at what the young dandy beside her was saying.
Comely indeed, he thought, noting the even white teeth.
“A true English rose,” his father added.
A low-cut evening gown revealed a creamy bosom. There was nothing inordinately immodest about the fashionable neckline, just enough to whet a man’s appetite. A silver ribbon cinched in the high-waisted white gown.
“Well, haven’t you anything to say?” his father demanded. “Didn’t I tell you I’d picked the best for you?”
“So you did.” At that moment, the young lady’s glance strayed to him. The two stared at each other across the room. He weighing, judging. She caught in midsmile, a smile that slowly died as it wasn’t returned, and she stood transfixed, as if uncertain what to do next.
Then the moment passed. His father nudged him on the elbow. “Come, Tertius. I told the duchess we would be here this evening to present you to her daughter.”
Skylar made no reply, having become resigned if not wholly convinced of his duty to marry and produce an heir. He’d made it clear to his father earlier that he would commit to nothing until he’d seen the young lady.
“Duchess.” Bending over her hand, his father greeted the stately woman seated near her standing daughter at the opposite end of the drawing room. “Delighted to see you. As always, you are looking more splendid than all the ladies present.”
His father’s eloquence grated on Sky’s nerves. He, in turn, bowed over the duchess’s gloved hand.
“Lord Skylar, my youngest son. It has been long since you last met, nigh on ten years, I believe.”
“Lord Skylar.” The Duchess of Burnham gave Tertius the barest nod while directing her comments to his father. “I remember. He was making his mark here in London.” The elegant, middle-aged woman appraised him. “You are much changed, my lord.”
Sky knew the words were not a compliment. “The tropics,” he replied. “They either kill you or leave you a wrecked shell as you see me now.” He