February Romance Novel Event: Moselle's Insurance by LoRee Peery
Creative artist Moselle Carson gives new life to old items, but she can't seem to renew her shattered ideal of love. When she returns to her hometown to help with a new family business, memories of a broken heart and small-town gossip chip away the tough exterior she's erected over the years. Now she's forced to decide whether she'll rebuild the wall or trust that true love never dies when it is ordained by God.
Generous insurance agent and vulnerable firefighter, Eric Todd, remembers too well how he mistreated Moselle and then set her aside.
Now he longs for true love and the second chance to become a husband and father. Can he learn to forgive himself and still keep the secret that may redeem him in her eyes?
Read an excerpt!
“You haven’t grown an inch.” He lightly touched the top of her head, then simultaneously tapped her crown and squeezed her shoulder. “But I have.”
Eric gently moved her out of the way. “Check it out.”
Without thinking, Moselle grabbed his arm for balance while she inserted her feet back into her shoes. Even with heels, she had to stand on tiptoe to reach the woodwork behind his head.
Eric surrounded her.
Heat rose in her cheeks. Somehow, she managed to croak, “Two inches sound about right?”
He didn’t answer. She sensed his gaze searching her face. His breath moved the wispy hairs at her temple.
Would they be in their own laundry room if the past had been rewritten? She’d never let herself pursue that dream of marriage to Eric after their break-up.
“You’re lovely today, Moselle, as always. The colors you wear make you look Irish somehow.” He flicked the circles at her left ear and let his hand rest on her shoulder. “But this wolf suspended in silver is definitely not Irish.”
They grinned at one another.
“Having a hard time staying mad at me, Moze?”
“To be angry, a person has to care.”
“Oh, I think you care, sweets. You just don’t want to admit it to yourself.”
He moved a thumb. The rough touch felt feather-light over the pulse pounding at her throat. The sensation traveled all the way down to her knees. He lifted a finger and traced her bottom lip. She moaned a silent melt at the airy feeling in her head.
His voice came as a raspy whisper, “It’s easier not to care, isn’t it?”
Read the reviews!
"This story ... reminds us that everything is in God's timing, not ours. Even though our path may lead us astray from God, once you have accepted him in your heart and soul he is never away from us. He waits patiently for us to accept the love he gives freely. This story show us that God loves us and wants only the best for us even if we don't know what the best is. This story is a true love story of God. I loved the characters and the setting of the town."
--Happily Ever After Reviews
"I highly recommend this book by Ms. Peery. It will certainly be a hit and is written so that anyone can read it. Look for this author to obtain high recognition."
--The Romance Studio
"Mozelle’s Insurance is a wonderful story that will warm the heart of any reader."
LoRee Peery has written for many years. She is drawn to reunion stories because the past often needs to be dealt with before we can move on in life. MOSELLE’S INSURANCE is the first in a series centered around Frivolities, a crafty, kooky shop in a small fictitious Nebraska town. The creative owners have fun as they deal with life issues and they take spiritual issues seriously. The timing of God bringing love into their lives takes each one by surprise, since their initial focus is on their main street business.
LoRee attempts to see God’s presence every day. Often that gift comes from nature, and she is most relaxed in the outdoors. The call of a cardinal draws her to look for the distinctive flash of crimson. A meadowlark’s melody always transports her to the farm where she grew up. A rainbow holds special significance, since one appeared the day of her father’s funeral and means the promise of the Lord’s presence in her life.
Nature is great, but the people God creates are the miracles. What could be better than a grandchild’s smile and a young voice greeting, “Grandma!” Well, maybe the hug that follows.