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If you&#039;re looking for novels that take you back to a time when things were simpler, neighbors knew each other’s’ names, and the entire town went to church every Sunday, then welcome to the Eagle Harbor Series.<br /> <br /> These books have a little bit of everything; romance, hope, faith, overcoming adversity, and even some mystery and adventure. They will keep you reading well into the night, all while being entirely clean (no gore, swearing, or sex).<br /> <br /> After a few chapters, the characters will start to feel like friends, and you won’t want to leave the rustic little town of Eagle Harbor.<br /> <br /> When Tressa Dannel opens up a new bakery in Eagle Harbor, she’s hoping for a fresh start. She and her son need one rather desperately considering the debt her late husband left behind when he died. <br /> <br /> Then one day a tall, strong man walks into her bakery. She recognizes him as Mac Oakton, the town lighthouse keeper that the Cummings family adopted as a boy. He says he wants to help, but what if the mess her husband left is too big for her to overcome? Will she find a way to truly belong in Eagle Harbor?<br /> <br /> ~.~.~.~<br /> The sun hung low over the water as Mac rushed down North Street toward the lighthouse, what remained of his strawberry pie and bread from the bakery in hand. He’d stayed too long at the Cummings’ house, and if he didn’t hurry, he was going to be late for—<br /> <br /> “Oof!”<br /> <br /> Splat!<br /> <br /> Thump!<br /> <br /> Mac stared down at his strawberry pie, or rather what had been his strawberry pie. It was now strawberry mush, part of which was squished into his shirt while the rest had landed on the ground.<br /> <br /> “Mr. Oakton! I’m so sorry.” <br /> <br /> The softly accented voice drew his gaze away from the mess to the woman responsible—both for the mess and the dessert he’d purchased at her bakery earlier.<br /> <br /> “I was in a rush. I should’ve looked where I was going.” Tressa Danell clamped her hands on her bright red cheeks.<br /> <br /> “Ma, splatted again!” Colin pressed a hand to his little belly and laughed—the imp. “That’s the second time today!”<br /> <br /> Yes, the woman had definitely splatted. Right into his chest.<br /> <br /> “Here. Let me help y—” Mrs. Danell stopped and looked down where one of her newly-cleaned boots had landed in a pile of strawberry pie slop.<br /> <br /> “Oh no.” She peered up at him, then down at her boot again.<br /> <br /> He should probably cry after paying for a whole pie and only getting one piece at the Cummingses’, but he couldn’t help himself. He laughed instead.<br /> <br /> “It’s not that funny.” She thumped her boot on the ground, probably to emphasize her point. But seeing how her boot was already sitting in a pile of crumbled pie and her movement sent strawberry bits flying, well, he only laughed harder.<br /> <br /> “Here, at least let me help.” She took her apron—her none too clean apron since it had a giant sourdough stain on it—and began wiping at the strawberry clumps on his stomach.<br /> <br /> He couldn’t begin to guess how, precisely, that was helpful since she was only spreading the mess from his shirt to her apron. But he wasn’t going to complain about standing this close to a woman with maple-syrup eyes.<br /> <br /> Or one with creamy, slender hands that rubbed small circles on his chest and stomach. Did she know flour still clung to her hair? Oh, she’d brushed most of it out, but being this close, he could see a smattering of white specks amidst her light brown locks.<br /> <br /> The circles on his stomach slowed, and she looked up at him, her apron stained beyond help and her fingers now covered in pie filling.<br /> <br /> “Oh. I probably shouldn’t be… that is, I suppose this isn’t… I mean…” She moved her hands to her cheeks, much like she had when she first smacked into him. Except this time—<br /> <br /> “Ugh!” She jerked her hands away, but too late. Strawberry already smeared her face.<br /> <br /> “Look, Ma,” Colin choked out between spurts of laughter. “You’re as messy as Mr. Oakton now.”<br /> <br /> “Colin, it’s not polite to laugh at others’ misfortunes.”<br /> <br /> The boy only giggled harder.<br /> <br /> Mac smiled and ran a finger through some of the mush still clinging to his shirt. “Colin, you’re looking a bit too clean.” He swiped the side of the boy’s cheek.<br /> <br /> Colin laughed again, doubling over at the middle. “I’m still not as messy as you and Ma!” <br /> <br /> No, but a little more mess wouldn’t hurt. He took a step toward the boy, who turned to run, but Mac was faster, snaking out an arm to catch him. He’d meant to splat some filling on Colin’s nose, but somehow he ended up with the boy smashed against his sticky stomach.<br /> <br /> “Not his shirt!” Mrs. Danell wailed.<br /> <br /> It was too late. His back was smeared with red goo.<br /> <br /> The boy turned in his arms, grinning devilishly as he scraped at the remaining mush on Mac’s stomach and reached up.<br /> <br /> Mac jerked away, but not before Colin managed to smear strawberries across his neck.<br /> <br /> “You didn’t,” he growled. <br /> <br /> Colin shrieked—the high, happy sound of a boy having fun—whirled, and ran across the street, where he darted behind the general store.<br /> <br /> Mrs. Danell took a step forward. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Oakton. I don’t know what came over him. That was rude and inconsiderate and—”<br /> <br /> “Fine. It was just fine. I’m the one that went after him first. Just understand one thing.” He stooped to swipe his hand through some of the strawberry slop left on the ground.<br /> <br /> “What’s that?”<br /> <br /> “Your boy’s going to need a thorough scrubbing before bed tonight.” He jogged across the road toward the back of the general store, leaving Mrs. Danell alone with the rest of the strawberry pie.<br /> <br /> When he rounded the building, a single strawberry hit him in the shoulder, leaving a large red stain before it dropped to the ground. Colin stood grinning from several feet away—until his gaze dropped to Mac’s hand full of fresh strawberry ammunition.<br /> <br /> “No! I didn’t mean it!”<br /> <br /> Mac took a step closer. “You didn’t mean to throw a strawberry at me just now?”<br /> <br /> The boy’s face flamed beneath his strawberry-covered cheeks. “Well, maybe…” He attempted to dart past Mac and out into the street, but he underestimated how far Mac could reach.<br /> <br /> In the ensuing scuffle, half of Mac’s pie filling ended up on his neck and in his ear, but he managed to smear strawberry mush on Colin from hair to elbow. The boy’s every muscle worked to keep Mac’s strawberry covered hands from rubbing his face.<br /> <br /> “Stop! Stop!” He breathed between happy giggles.<br /> <br /> “What have you two done to each other?” Mrs. Danell stood at the side of the building.<br /> <br /> At her frown, Mac straightened and glanced down at a strawberry-covered Colin. Maybe he’d been a little too intent on revenge.<br /> <br /> “We need to get Ma!” Colin swiped the filling from Mac’s hand and wiggled away from his grip.<br /> <br /> “Ah, Mrs. Danell.” Mac started after Colin. “Watch—<br /> <br /> But Colin grabbed onto her sleeve, smashing strawberry into the dark fabric of her mourning dress.<br /> <br /> She squealed and tried to pull away, but Colin kept a good latch on her and she started to giggle as he reached up for her face. “No. No. Don’t you dare!”<br /> <br /> And, oh, could that woman smile. She might be clothed in a dreary, too-large mourning gown and have worry lines etching the sides of her mouth, but a smile transformed her from the skittish, weary widow he’d met in the bakery into someone outright beautiful.<br /> <br /> Colin grabbed her wrists. “Hurry, Mr. Oakton. She’s going to get away!”<br /> <br /> And he realized in that moment, he didn’t want her to get away, to go back to her bakery where she’d scrub down her son and then work into the night.<br /> <br /> He wanted her to smile and laugh for just a bit longer.<br /> <br /> He reached her in three quick strides, messy hands poised to attack.<br /> <br /> “Wait! Don’t help him. I’ll bake you another pie if you leave me alone.” Her words came out breathless as she struggled through another giggle while Colin pinned her wrists at her sides.<br /> <br /> His lips tipped into an irrepressible smile. “Are you bribing me, Mrs. Danell?”<br /> <br /> “Get her face!”<br /> <br /> She squirmed in her son’s grasp. “Two pies. I’ll bake you two.”<br /> <br /> He didn’t move. “Two pies, you say?” <br /> <br /> She nodded, a touch of concern beginning to mix with the smile on her face. “Two. I promise. Whenever you want them. One for the pie that…er, got smashed. And another for leaving me alone.”<br /> <br /> It was something to consider. She was still smiling, after all, and she was certainly dirty enough. And if the single piece of pie he’d had earlier was any indication, her pies were a pure delicacy in a northwoods town like Eagle Harbor.<br /> <br /> “Colin, let your ma go.” <br /> <br /> The boy frowned but released his grip, and Mac took a step back, giving her room to move around him.<br /> <br /> Triumph gleamed in her eyes.<br /> <br /> And that did it right there, her womanly gloat. Before she could protest or Colin could grab her wrists again, he rubbed both his hands down the sides of her face. “Mrs. Danell, what rosy cheeks you have.”<br /> ~.~.~.~<br /> <br /> FREE in Kindle Unlimited or $2.99 to buy on Amazon. <br /> <br /> Click &quot;LEARN MORE&quot; to start reading!

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