A whirlwind romance against the breathtaking backdrop of Yosemite National Park. An on-the-spot wedding at the base of Bridalveil Fall. A young bride abandoned in her honeymoon suite. An innocent life forever changed.
Can preacher’s daughter Hannah Johns find the courage and grace to give love – and her vanishing bridegroom – another chance?
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This is the RE-release of my debut novel, under a new title - Yesterday's Promise. It released March 12, 2010, in e-book format, through White Rose Publishing.
Gazing in dismay at the tattered strips of rubber hanging from her right front wheel, Hannah shuddered. “Whatever a smithereen is, that’s what I think this thing is blown to.”
Dutifully opening the trunk, she stared down at the spare tire. There it lay, right where it was supposed to be. Tentatively she poked it with one finger. Now what was she supposed to do with it?
The warm late-June air did little to relieve the chill spreading throughout her nervous system. Miserably, she berated herself for ever thinking she could pull off a trip like this on her own. Just look at where her little streak of independence had gotten her: Here she sat, all alone at the side of the road with a crippled car on her hands. She barely knew how to fill the fuel tank, much less change a flat tire. And who knew what kind of deranged person might stop and offer to “help”?
At the thought, one shaky hand flew to her lips. “Oh, God, be with me!” The frightened, whispered prayer came from the depths of her soul.
Hurrying back to the driver’s door, she slid behind the wheel, where she hurried to raise the convertible top, roll up the windows and lock both doors. Her heart trip-hammered as she recalled in full detail every horror story she’d ever heard about lone women attacked at the side of the road by sadistic human monsters.
Allowing her head to sag wearily against the steering wheel, Hannah did what she always did in desperate times.
“God, I’m in trouble. I don’t have a clue how to change a tire. I really need Your help this time, Lord. Won’t you send someone along that I can trust?”
The roar of an engine outside her window brought her head up. She wasn’t even aware of the tears on her cheeks.
Several yards ahead of the Mustang, a man dressed in solid black dismounted a huge Harley-Davidson motorcycle and reached up to remove a shiny black helmet.
God, were You even listening? I asked for someone I can trust!