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Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Miss Christina’s Christmas Wish (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
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A Kiss from the Cowboy (#litres_trial_promo)
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A Bride and Baby for Christmas (#u434339cb-5be3-5d69-bedc-d3dab67c93bf)
Lauri Robinson
Dedicated to my granddaughter Karlee Jo.
Love you forever and ever.
Dear Reader (#u434339cb-5be3-5d69-bedc-d3dab67c93bf)
I’ve had so much fun writing about the community members of Oak Grove, and was especially excited to spend the holidays with them. From the time she made an appearance in Winning the Mail-Order Bride, I knew Hannah would have her own story—and because she needed a bit of a miracle, a Christmas story was perfect for her. And Teddy… Well, he was absolutely perfect for her. He just didn’t know it.
While I was writing this story Teddy’s actions reminded me of my grandfather. When I was in grade school my family moved from Northern Minnesota to Kansas. I remember hearing my mother talking to my grandfather on the phone. She told him the store had trees for sale, but they were so dried-out she was afraid to put one in the house. A week or so after that conversation a UPS truck delivered a tree wrapped in burlap to our door. My grandfather had cut down a tree on his property and obtained a special permit to ship it out of state so we could have a ‘real’ Christmas tree.