Neida Armstrong is a shy, beautiful, full-figured woman of faith. She's content to wait for the Lord to send her soul mate. Her best friend, also a woman of faith believes the Lord helps those who help themselves and is determined to see her friend happily married.
Braden Elkhorn is in town on business when he spots a beautiful woman he's eager to get to know. But she's younger than he is and he's not quite certain if he should ask her out. While he contemplates his next move, Neida's best friend makes the decision for him.
THIS IS AN INSPIRATIONAL ROMANCE written in response to reader request to see Braden Elkhorn as he was orginally created.
BE ADVISED: The Braden Elkhorn readers loved in Loving Large will have a full-length book that will be an adult romance.
Excerpt: She gave me a cool look and then smiled suddenly, pushing me into the living room.
"Hey, Wait..." The rest of my protest died on my lips as I found myself gaping up at the handsome man from the cafe.
"Oneida Armstrong, this is Braden Elkhorn. Braden, this lovely, single, voluptuous creature is Oneida." Betty grinned at him but gave me her Don't-mess-with-me-cause-I-don't-take-any-prisoners look. "Neida, keep Braden company while Jack and I put the finishing touches on dinner." Grinning like the cat that ate the last tasty canary, she practically danced out the room.
My heart pounded and my legs shook. He was actually there. In Betty's house. Every tall, breathtaking inch of him. He was there - waiting for me. This must surely be a sign from the Lord. This was my chance to wow him with the charm and wit Betty and Jack always insisted I possessed in abundance.
I parted my lips to speak and drew a complete and total blank. I stared at him, silently praying for guidance and to have the locked muscles of my throat loosened.
"It's very nice to meet you, Oneida," he said after an awkward silence.
He had a nice voice. Low, warm, and well modulated. He smiled, as if he were delighted or at least not displeased to see me.
Watching his slow, warm smile spread from his lips to his dark eyes filled my head and heart with lustful desires. I glanced at his mouth and couldn't look away. Ashamed of the hunger coursing through me, I blushed like an inexperienced teenybopper.
Finally, I swallowed hard and found my voice. "I can't tell you how glad I am to see you again!"
Braden Elkhorn is in town on business when he spots a beautiful woman he's eager to get to know. But she's younger than he is and he's not quite certain if he should ask her out. While he contemplates his next move, Neida's best friend makes the decision for him.
THIS IS AN INSPIRATIONAL ROMANCE written in response to reader request to see Braden Elkhorn as he was orginally created.
BE ADVISED: The Braden Elkhorn readers loved in Loving Large will have a full-length book that will be an adult romance.
Excerpt: She gave me a cool look and then smiled suddenly, pushing me into the living room.
"Hey, Wait..." The rest of my protest died on my lips as I found myself gaping up at the handsome man from the cafe.
"Oneida Armstrong, this is Braden Elkhorn. Braden, this lovely, single, voluptuous creature is Oneida." Betty grinned at him but gave me her Don't-mess-with-me-cause-I-don't-take-any-prisoners look. "Neida, keep Braden company while Jack and I put the finishing touches on dinner." Grinning like the cat that ate the last tasty canary, she practically danced out the room.
My heart pounded and my legs shook. He was actually there. In Betty's house. Every tall, breathtaking inch of him. He was there - waiting for me. This must surely be a sign from the Lord. This was my chance to wow him with the charm and wit Betty and Jack always insisted I possessed in abundance.
I parted my lips to speak and drew a complete and total blank. I stared at him, silently praying for guidance and to have the locked muscles of my throat loosened.
"It's very nice to meet you, Oneida," he said after an awkward silence.
He had a nice voice. Low, warm, and well modulated. He smiled, as if he were delighted or at least not displeased to see me.
Watching his slow, warm smile spread from his lips to his dark eyes filled my head and heart with lustful desires. I glanced at his mouth and couldn't look away. Ashamed of the hunger coursing through me, I blushed like an inexperienced teenybopper.
Finally, I swallowed hard and found my voice. "I can't tell you how glad I am to see you again!"
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