When the woman you think is your nemesis is actually her twin sister in disguise… Without thinking it through first, Ben stooped over and grabbed the inn’s cat up, only she went wild in his grasp going after his hands and arms, trying to get away. At the same time, Angel attacked his ankles trying... Continue Reading →
Chapter One Pushing a little harder than she meant to on the screened back door of her parents’ house, Faith Kemp tried to catch it before it banged closed. No need to let the ladies inside know they’d gotten under her skin. The problem was, a sleeping baby strapped to her chest meant she had... Continue Reading →
The fluffy blanket in this cushy leather chair is definitely my favorite place in Peter Diemer’s house. After all, he put this here for me specially while I’m staying with him. Temporarily, of course. I like Peter, but he’s not my forever family. Peter claims to not be a cat person, but I secretly think... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER ONE Joy tried not to limp or rub at her sore backside as she paused at the edge of the tree line to observe the area around her family’s home. The large barn where her dat housed the horses he trained—for Amish as well as Englischers—partially blocked her view. Beyond that lay their old... Continue Reading →
My job as “official kitty” at Weber Haus is the most important one. At least in my opinion. Helping to greet and keep tabs on all the guests who visit the Victorian inn near the mountain town of Braunfels can be taxing. My forever family—Emily and Lukas, and Lukas’s great aunt Miss Tilly—own and run... Continue Reading →
The knock at the door was expected, but a bit early. “I’ll get it,” Hope Beiler tried to quietly shout down the stairs from her doorway. Her sister was always saying she was too loud, but she was trying. She needn’t have bothered this time. The front door squealed a protest at the use. Over... Continue Reading →
“Lukas comes home today, Snowball.” At the sound of Miss Tilly’s voice, I blink my eyes open. I’ve been sleeping curled up on my favorite chair in the kitchen, where it’s warmer. The one that’s extra soft because one of my two favorite humans sits there often. Waking up requires stretching. Half listening to her... Continue Reading →
Author Kristen McKanagh 