Christmas Hope by Caroline Warfield Genre: Historical Romance
Some wars must be fought, some loves must live on hope alone, and some stories must be told. This is one of them. When the Great War is over, will their love be enough? After two years at the mercy of the Canadian Expeditionary force and the German war machine, Harry ran out of metaphors for death, synonyms for brown, and images of darkness. When he encounters color among the floating islands of Amiens and life in the form a widow and her little son, hope ensnares him. Through three more long years of war and its aftermath, the hope she brings keeps Harry alive. Rosemarie Legrand’s husband left her a tiny son, no money, and a savaged reputation when he died. She struggles to simply feed the boy and has little to offer a lonely soldier, but Harry’s devotion lifts her up. The war demands all her strength and resilience, will the hope of peace and the promise of Harry’s love keep her going? **Only .99 cents!!** Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo
Award winning author Caroline Warfield has been many things: traveler, librarian, poet, raiser of children, bird watcher, Internet and Web services manager, conference speaker, indexer, tech writer, genealogist—even a nun. She reckons she is on at least her third act, happily working in an office surrounded by windows where she lets her characters lead her to adventures in England and the far-flung corners of the British Empire. She nudges them to explore the riskiest territory of all, the human heart. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads
“Damn it, I have my Permission to Marry form. How can I produce a marriage
certificate if you won’t give me leave to get married?” How can I marry her, if I can’t
find her? Harry felt sick at the thought—almost feverish. It had been over a year since he
saw Rosemarie and months since he last had word from her.
“Permission ain’t the same as married. Can’t reserve a berth on th’ repatriation
ships without papers,” the clerk repeated. “Plenty have ‘em, and they come first. Most of
t’other women are British. There are plenty here as willing as the Frenchies. Easier to
find too.” A sly look accompanied the infuriating suggestion.
He couldn’t help Rosemarie and Marcel from a cell, and that’s where he’d land if
he pounded this officious little clerk into the ground. Harry’s hands hurt from fisting.
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The cover is gorgeous and I have always found poppys to be a beautiful flower. And red is my fav color.