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A Christmas Match
Rugged logger Daniel Braynard meets none of Ellen Hall's husband requirements. Groomed for a prestigious marriage, she already has a choice between two wealthy suitors. She plans to make her decision by Christmas while visiting her hometown. But when tasked with creating the town's decorations, she and Daniel are forced to work together. And her former childhood rescuer has matured into a man she can no longer ignore.
Daniel hardly recognizes the ambitious socialite Ellen has become. Somewhere beneath her airs is the spirited, warmhearted friend he has never forgotten. As Christmas nears, will the chill between them thaw to reveal the gift of a sweet love that was meant to be?
Pinewood Weddings: A village where faith and love turn into happy-ever-after
- Sales Rank: #1284582 in Books
- Published on: 2014-12-02
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.58" h x .76" w x 4.17" l, .30 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 288 pages
About the Author
Award winning author Dorothy Clark enjoys traveling with her husband throughout the United States doing research and gaining inspiration for future books. Dorothy values our American heritage and believes in God, family, love and happy endings, which explains why she feels so at home writing for Love Inspired Historical. Dorothy enjoys hearing from her readers and may be contacted at dorothyjclark@hotmail.com or www.dorothyjclark.com
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December, 1841
Pinewood Village, New York
Daniel Braynard, what brings you to town in this snowstorm?"
Daniel looped the reins over the hitching post, squinted up through the thick fall of snow and smiled. "Your husband's skills, Mrs. Dibble." He stepped forward and offered his hand to the older woman descending the steps from the wood walkway that ran in front of the block of stores. "He's doing some repair work on one of the stoves from camp. How have you been keeping?"
"I'm well. And busy helping Willa with Christmas preparations. Though I tend to hold the baby more than work. She's such a sweet little mite."
"She's little, all right. Not much bigger than my hand." He gave the proud grandmother a sheepish grin. "Truth is…she's sort of scary to hold."
"She won't break, Daniel."
"That's what Willa said when she handed her to me."
His grin widened. "Trouble was, my big, clumsy hands didn't believe it."
Helen Dibble laughed, gripped the hood of her green wool cape against a sudden gust of wind and stepped toward the road. "That tiny baby takes a lot of time and care, and with all Willa has taken upon herself as the pastor's wife—Christmas decorations for the church and all—I'm afraid it will be too much for her strength. And Matthew is too busy making calls on his sick parishioners to give her a hand. The grippe is bad this year." She pinned him with a glance. "Mayhap Willa could put your strong back and those big, clumsy hands of yours to good use."
That was not a suggestion. He grinned at the woman who had been like a second mother to him all his life, grabbed the empty burlap bag off the seat of the pung and tossed it over his shoulder. "I'll be glad to help any way I can. I've no time to go there today, but I'll stop by the parsonage next time I'm in town. Mind that slick spot." The brown paper package in her hand crackled as he took her elbow and guided her around the patch of ice in the frozen rut. He helped her across Main Street, then hurried back toward Cargrave's Mercantile.
The young boy shoveling the snow from in front of the stores stepped aside to let him pass.
"Looks like you're fighting a losing battle there, Jasper."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Braynard." The boy blinked flakes from his eyelashes and gave him a gap-toothed grin. "It's fallin' faster than I can scoop it for sure. I get down to the end of the walkway, turn around and come back and start all over again."
"Well, all that shoveling will make you good and strong." He thumped the youngster's shoulder, then slanted a look up at the large flakes streaming from the sky and frowned. If it started blowing and drifting, it would be hard going on the way back to camp.
He hurried to Cargrave's Mercantile, stomped his boots in the store's recessed entrance and shoved open the door. The bell overhead jangled a welcome. The elderly men hunched over a checkerboard in front of the woodstove at the back of the store looked his way.
"Hey, Daniel. Game's almost over. You got time to play the winner?"
"You know you and Mr. Grant are too good for me, Mr. Fabrizio. I'd only lose." He grinned at the men, yanked off the burlap bag he'd slung over his shoulder and tossed it onto the counter. The heat from the stove stung his cold hands and made his cheeks prickle.
"Must be some dire needs at camp to bring you to town in this weather." Allan Cargrave pulled the bag toward him.
"Dire is right. One of the woodstoves needed repaired—" he pulled a list from his pocket and handed the paper to the proprietor "—the molasses is running low, the men's chew is about gone and I'll find the cook hanging by his toes from the ceiling if I don't get back with some coffee before suppertime—among other things."
He joined in the general chuckle, grabbed two shovels and an ax from the tools leaning against the back wall and carried them over to the long counter.
Allan Cargrave shoved four five-pound sacks of Old Java coffee beans into the bag and reached for the boxes of cut plug tobacco. "Looks like this cold snap has been hard on your tools."
"It's not the weather. We need more tools for the hicks."
"Townsend's lumber camps are still hiring?"
He nodded at Emil Grant and rubbed his cold hands together. "We're having a hard time downing enough timber to hold against the spring rafting and keep the sawmill satisfied since Manning bought that clapboard machine and Cole—"
The bell jangled. He blew on his hands, glanced toward the door and eyed the woman who entered. The fur that traced the brim of her snow-covered blue wool bonnet hid her face. More fur formed a collar and edged the elbow-length shoulder cape of the blue wool cloak that fell to within a few inches of the hem of her dress. A fur muff enfolded her hands. Fancy. The hunter in him took a closer look at the fur. Rabbit.
He turned his attention to the basket of leather gloves on the counter. His had split into useless pieces yesterday. He pulled out a couple pair that looked as if they might fit, tried one pair on and flexed his fingers, then stole another look at the woman. Must be one of the guests at the Sheffield House. No Pinewood woman wore anything as fancy as that gear. Not even Callie, though she surely could now that she'd married Ezra Ryder in spite of all his money. His lips slanted into a grin. Callie had sure led Ezra a merry chase, refusing—
"Good morning, madam. How may I help you?"
Allan Cargrave's voice drew him back to his task. He grabbed the top keg of molasses from the stack on the floor at the end of the counter.
"Good morning, Mr. Cargrave. I've come to see if there's any mail for Mother. And I'm not a madam—yet."
Ellen. The unexpected sound of her soft voice froze him with the keg hoisted halfway to his shoulder.
"My apologies, Miss Ellen. I didn't recognize you."
"Nor did I." He settled the keg in place and turned. "Hey, Musquash. When did you come back to town?"
"Daniel!"
Ellen Hall spun to face him, her blue eyes brilliant with azure sparks. His gut clenched. The memory of her beauty dimmed between her rare visits home to Pine-wood. He held his place as she walked toward him, the fabric of her long skirts swishing, small bits of the clinging snow falling off her swaying cloak to dot the plank floor.
"I've told you not to call me that, Daniel." Her eyes flashed; high spots of color crept into her cheeks. "We're no longer children, lest you've forgotten."
As if that were possible. He adjusted the position of the keg and looked away from her. "I remember. Though why you'd prefer to be called Muskrat makes no sense to me."
"Don't be boorish!" She sniffed and slanted a look up at him from beneath the fur-trimmed brim of her bonnet. "Would it destroy you to call me Ellen?"
Likely so, the way his heart jolted at that look—phony as it was. Well, what of it? He was a man now, not a twelve-year-old boy with a first crush. He covered his agitation with a grin. "Is that what you have all your rich beaux in Buffalo call you?"
"Of course not!"
He reached down to the counter and grasped the neck of the filled burlap bag. "I must say, all those society doings in the big city agree with you." He lifted his gaze back to her face and strengthened the teasing note in his voice. "You're looking well…lots of color in your cheeks and all."
The spots of red spread across her cheekbones. The delicate nostrils on her narrow nose flared. "I don't know why I bother to talk to you, Daniel Braynard!" She tossed her head and turned toward the wall of glass mailboxes.
"For old times' sake, I guess." He kept his tone light, pasted a grin on his face. "It's for sure not because I compare favorably with your rich new society beaux."
"True indeed. My society friends have manners." She gave a huff, glanced over her shoulder at him. "They would never think of calling me by such names."
He chuckled, shoved the end of the burlap bag into his hand balancing the keg, then gathered the handles of the tools into his free hand. He'd had enough of this conversation. The words stung like salt rubbed into an old wound.
She whirled and glared up at him. "And they would not laugh at me. They are gentlemen. And they are devoted to me."
The leather of the new gloves strained across his tightened knuckles. He relaxed his grip on the bag and the tools and lifted his lips into another slow grin. "Now, Musquash, don't go all niminy-piminy on me. We go back too far for that. As for manners…" He leaned over and put his mouth close to the blue wool covering her ear so she alone would hear him. "I've never told anyone why I call you Musquash. How devoted would your fine gentlemen friends be if they'd seen you looking like a drowned muskrat?"
A sound, somewhere between a gasp and a growl, escaped her. He jerked his head up and barely missed getting his jaw clipped by the top of her head as she spun about and stormed to the waist-high shelf in the mailbox wall.
"Mother's mail please, Mr. Hubble."
"There's nothing today, Miss Ellen. That new Godey's Lady's Magazine your mama's waiting on didn't come in yet."
"Very well. I'll come back tomorrow. Good day." She gave a stiff little nod in the direction of the counter, turned and swept to the door. The bells jangled, then fell silent.
"Miss Ellen, so beautiful she is. Ahh, to be young again…" Ilari Fabrizio's deep, heavily accented voice sighed through the store.
There was a loud snort. A checker brushed across the wood game board. "Forget the dreaming and take your turn, Romeo."
Good advice, Mr. Grant. There's no one in this town good enough for Ellen. Not anymore. Daniel ducked his head and stole a look through the window. Ellen's fur-adorned blue cloak and bonnet blurred and disappeared into the rapidly falling snow. Another image to join the others he'd stored up through the years. A fitting one— Ellen walking away. He took a firmer grip on the tools and headed for the door.
Allan Cargrave came from behind the counter and reached to open the door. "You two scrap with each other the same as when you were growing up, Daniel. I guess some things don't change."
"I guess." He braced the keg on his shoulder and stepped outside. "Put the gloves on my account."
He ducked his head against a rising wind and headed for the pung. The new snow was already higher than his ankles. He frowned, stashed his burden in the back of the long box, freed the reins and turned the horse to face the road. Allan Cargrave was wrong. Everything changed with time. Ellen certainly had. And so had their old friendship and the childhood crush he'd once had for her. He didn't even like the woman she'd become.
Ellen turned into the shoveled walk that led to the parsonage, her boots crunching the newly fallen snow, her dragging hems leaving a wide swath behind her. A gust of wind flapped the front edges of her cloak and sneaked beneath the warm wool. She shivered and hurried to the porch. How she hated winter! Of course, the cold did give her a chance to wear her cape and bonnet, and the fur around her face was very flattering. Harold Lodge and Earl Cuthbert had both been lavish in their compliments of her beauty in the new garments. As had others.
The thought tugged her lips into a smile. She withdrew her gloved hand from her muff, fluffed the fur brushing against her cheeks and knocked. Daniel, of course, hadn't even noticed. Her smile faded.
The door opened a crack. She stared at the blank space, slid her gaze downward. A pair of brown eyes peered up at her from beneath a mop of blond curls. "Oh. Good morning, Joshua. Is—" The boy's head disappeared.
"It's Miss Ellen, Mama!"
"Ellen?"
There was delight in the muffled reply. She smiled, then sobered at the sight of a furry black muzzle poking through the crack, the black nose twitching. The dog barked, thrust his head and shoulders through the opening and jumped out onto the stoop.
The memory of the snarling dog that had leaped at her out of the woods behind Willa's home when they were children snapped into her mind. Don't let him know you 're afraid! The words Daniel had shouted at her that day as he dropped from a tree and rushed between her and the dog held her in place. She stood perfectly still. There was no Daniel to save her from an attack today.
"Don't let Happy out, Joshua! Take him to your room." Hurrying footfalls sounded in the hallway.
Joshua leaned out and thumped his dog's shoulder. "C'mon in the house, Happy!"
The dog rose, shook and leaped back inside. Willa appeared in the doorway. "Ellen! Matthew heard you'd come home last night. I'm sorry about the dog. Come in."
She looked at Willa's smile, the welcoming warmth in her friend's blue-green eyes, and gathered her courage. "I didn't know the children were home. I'm afraid I've come at an inconvenient time, Willa. But I wanted to see you and your baby." She brushed off the snow as best she could and stepped into the small entrance, watched the boy thunder up the stairs with the dog at his heels and held back a sigh of relief.
"There was no school because of the storm, but I'm glad you came, Ellen. I was hoping to see you today. It's been months since you were home. My, what a lovely cloak and bonnet!" Willa held out her hands. "Let me hang it on the peg and we'll go into the sitting room and visit by the fire."
"That sounds delightful." She slipped off her gloves and tucked them inside the muff, then removed her cloak and untied her bonnet. "You're looking well. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, Ellen. My confinement went smoothly. Did you have a pleasant trip home?"
"Yes." She smiled and fluffed her curls, relieved at the change of subject. "Mr. Lodge insisted on accompanying me as far as Dunkirk. Then he sent me on in his enclosed sleigh while he tended to business there. With the wind blocked out, a warmed soapstone under my feet and the fur lap robe covering me, it was a comfortable ride."
"I heard about the enclosed sleigh. But then, of course, I would." Willa laughed and led the way to the chairs by the fire. "Tommy Burke and Kurt Finster saw your arrival last night and were very impressed by the odd-looking equipage. They spread the word."
"I'm sure they did. There's certainly nothing like Mr. Lodge's sleigh in Pinewood. Truth be told, there are very few in Buffalo. Of course, Mr. Lodge and Mr. Cuthbert both have one." She stopped and leaned over the baby sleeping in a cradle beside the hearth. "So this is Miss Mary Elizabeth Calvert." A smile curved her lips. "She has your auburn hair."
"Yes, though it curls like Matthew's."
The love in Willa's voice drew her gaze. Her friend's face was a picture of contentment and happiness. A twinge of envy curled around her heart. She sat and smoothed out her skirts, then fingered the layers of lace that formed a frothy V at her throat, taking comfort in the richness of her gown. She brushed back a curl and gestured toward the settee. "What is all that?"
"Several children are going to speak Scripture verses at church for Christmas and I thought it would be nice if they wore suitable costumes." Willa gave the cradle a gentle rock and went to stand beside the settee. "I asked for donations of material to make the costumes, and this pile is the result."
"You're going to make the costumes?" She lifted her skirt hems higher to warm her feet.
"Yes. Agnes was going to help me sew them, but her aunt took sick and she's gone to stay with her. Callie would help, of course, but she and Ezra have gone to visit his sister for the holiday—and Sadie has to watch over Grandfather and Grandmother Townsend. All the others I've asked have no time."
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Great Christmas Story!
By Britt98
This was a wonderful book to read over the Christmas holidays! It is set at Christmas time and the two main characters are put in charge of decorations for their small town.
Ellen Hall begins the book as a very, very spoiled woman. Since the reader is able to hear her thoughts, it is easy to see why she views life as she does. For years she has tried to be a dutiful daughter to her parents, and they have raised her to marry for social prominence and wealth. I really enjoyed reading of Ellen’s inner turmoil throughout the book as she fights her attraction to a man she has known all of her life and who definitely is not her parents’ choice of a proper suitor.
Daniel Braynard is a strong and noble hero for the story. He truly is a hero. He saved Ellen’s life when she was a child and races in to save a logger who’s life is in danger. But Daniel has had to make hard choices in his life. When his father died, things changed for him and he feels unworthy and unable to ever provide the lifestyle Ellen would desire. I really liked Daniel’s character. These two have good chemistry together, yet they both frequently misunderstand the other’s emotions! Very fun.
This was a sweet story and Ellen’s spiritual and emotional growth was tremendous. She learns that she has been placing value on the worldly things that are important to her parents, rather than the things that are important to God. Ellen really becomes her own person and that person is a very likeable heroine.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
Charming Christmas romance, or for any time of year
By Carole Jarvis
I find that Love Inspired romances are exactly what I need during busy times or between heavier reading – or just when I want a “comfort” read, for that matter. A Season of the Heart is the first book I’ve read by Dorothy Clark and I can already say that she is one of my favorite writers in the Love Inspired line. This entertaining story with its vivid rural setting in Pinewood Village, NY, December of 1841, is guaranteed to put readers in the Christmas spirit. With such elements as skating parties, bonfires, and the making of parsonage and gazebo decorations by hand, I fell in love with Pinewood Village and its residents.
The Pinewood Weddings series tells of four friends who grew up together in this close-knit community and became lifelong friends. This final book easily stands alone, but reading the entire series would give a more fulfilling experience when it comes to characters and setting. We see Callie and Sadie in this story, and Willa plays a prominent part. I am eager to go back and read the stories of Willa, Callie, and Sadie.
Daniel is an endearing hero and it is so heartwarming to see his brotherly affection for the girls – brotherly except for Ellen, that is! Ellen and Daniel’s story is filled with the usual misunderstanding and misreading of each other’s feelings, all of which move the story along nicely, and there’s a sweet chemistry between them. Dorothy beautifully weaves their earlier years into the story and it was so cute when Daniel used his pet name for her, Musquash.
Ellen isn’t all that likeable in the beginning, for she has allowed her parents’ socially-elite values to become her own – and this is something that anyone who has ever mistakenly bought into someone else’s values can relate to. Coming home to Pinewood while she tries to decide which wealthy suitor best serves her plans, Ellen gradually learns to see past the world’s allure . . . “Perhaps she was looking at people and things through a different prism since coming back to Pinewood and being with her old friends.” I loved how faith is conveyed in this story, through the belief of Daniel’s praying mom to have faith that God will work things out, and then Willa’s words to Daniel: “Love and respect are worth more than all the worldly goods a man can heap on a woman.”
A Season of the Heart is a sweet romance for Christmas or any time of the year. Within the Love Inspired line, 5 stars.
Thank you to Dorothy Clark for providing a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
A Great Read!
By Glenda Parker
This is the last book in the Pinewood Weddings Series. I look forward to Dorthy's next series, I enjoy her work. This book is well written, a story of a girl living the life her parents dreamed of for her but a life that she never wanted. You might hate this girl at first but she will touch your heart before long. A journey of faith, restoration and love. God always has a plan for us but so often the things of this world get in the way.
Ellen Hall returns home for the holidays. She must decide upon two men who are vying for her hand in marriage. Both are rich and prestigious but she doesn't know which to pick. When she arrives one of the first people she meets is her childhood crush, unfortunately he doesn't seem impressed by her fancy clothes and airs.
Daniel Braynard is a rugged logger. He thought he was over the love he felt for Ellen but when he runs into her in all her finery he realizes his love is still strong and growing each time he meets her. There is nothing he can do but admire her from afar because he has nothing to offer her, he can't even take care of his mother.
These two are caught up in the task of decorating of the church, gazebo, and parsonage for their childhood friend, the pastor's wife. As they work together their lives change and God intervenes in the mess they have made of their lives. A great read.
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