“Will McGraw, if you don’t get that chicken out of the kitchen this instant, I’m going to wring its neck myself!” Lydia called, hands on her hips as she stood in their cozy ranch house’s sunlit kitchen.
Will chuckled, holding the squawking hen at arm’s length as he stepped back through the door. “Now, darlin’, I thought you’d appreciate a fresh bird for tonight’s supper. Thought I’d surprise you.”
“You can surprise me just fine without bringing livestock into my kitchen!” Lydia shot back, though her lips twitched into a reluctant smile.
“Fine, fine,” Will relented, shaking his head in mock defeat. “I’ll leave the bird in the coop and let you get back to baking that fine pie I smelled a mile away.”
He stepped outside, the screen door creaking as it swung shut behind him, leaving Lydia to return to the counter where flour dusted her apron. Her hands moved deftly as she shaped a golden crust for the apple pie, the aroma of cinnamon and butter filling the air.
The kitchen was warm and inviting, reflecting the love and care Lydia had poured into their home over the last three years. The table Will had built from reclaimed oak sat in the center of the room, polished to a rich sheen, while curtains Lydia had sewn herself fluttered gently at the window.
As she worked, a tiny voice called from the doorway. “Auntie, Auntie!”
Lydia turned to see Ellie toddling in, her chubby hands clutching a ragged doll. The little girl’s curls—now a blend of her late father Martin’s deep brown and her mother Abigail’s golden undertones—bounced as she ran to Lydia.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Lydia asked, crouching to meet Ellie at eye level.
“Uncle Will says I can feed the horsies!” Ellie announced, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Did he now?” Lydia replied, raising a brow as she lifted the child into her arms. “Well, I suppose I’ll allow it, but only if you promise to stay out of mischief.”
Ellie nodded solemnly, though Lydia could already see the mischief dancing in her eyes.
Just then, Will returned, brushing his hands on his trousers. “Ellie, you ready to visit those horses of mine? They’ve been waitin’ on you all day.”
“Yeah!” Ellie cheered, wriggling in Lydia’s arms until she set her down.
“Stay close to your uncle,” Lydia called after them as Will took Ellie’s hand and led her outside.
The screen door banged shut again, leaving Lydia with a quiet moment to herself. She glanced out the window, watching Will lift Ellie onto his shoulders as they made their way to the barn. Her heart swelled at the sight.
In the years since their marriage, Will had proven himself to be everything Lydia had hoped for—a loving husband, a devoted uncle, and a steadfast partner. Together, they’d built not just a home but a life filled with joy, laughter, and the occasional squawking chicken.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a buggy pulling up outside. Wiping her hands on her apron, Lydia stepped out onto the porch to see Abigail and Eastwood arriving with a basket of preserves and their own growing family in tow.
“Well, it’s about time you showed up!” Lydia called with a grin.
“And miss your apple pie? Never,” Abigail replied, climbing down from the buggy with a laugh.
The ranch buzzed with life, and Lydia couldn’t have been happier.
“Ellie, slow down!” Abigail called as the little girl darted past her, a giggle trailing behind her like the faint breeze sweeping through the ranch yard. Ellie ran straight to Will, who stood near the barn, scratching behind his favorite horse’s ears.
“Uncle Will! Look what Mama brought!” Ellie held up a jar of peach preserves, her small hands struggling to keep a good grip on it.
Will knelt to take the jar, his eyes crinkling with a smile. “Well now, aren’t you lucky, Ellie? These’ll go mighty fine on some biscuits tonight.”
Abigail, cradling her youngest child—a boy no older than six months—approached with Eastwood beside her, carrying a sleeping toddler in his arms. The couple exuded happiness, their faces aglow with the kind of contentment that came with family and purpose.
“Doctor Harlan,” Will said with a playful grin as he extended a hand to shake Eastwood’s. “Or should I call you Farmer Harlan now?”
“Doctor suits me fine,” Eastwood replied with a chuckle. “But I’ll admit, there’s something mighty satisfying about tending the land. We’ve got enough vegetables coming in to last us through winter.”
Lydia stepped onto the porch, wiping her hands on her apron. “If those vegetables of yours are half as good as your wife’s preserves, I might have to invite myself over to your garden one day.”
“You’re welcome anytime,” Abigail said, her voice warm as she adjusted the baby in her arms. “Though if I keep giving away preserves, Eastwood’s going to start hiding the jars from me.”
“Smart man,” Will said with a wink.
The group shared a laugh, the kind of easy camaraderie that had developed over years of shared struggles and triumphs. As they moved toward the porch, Lydia took the basket from Abigail, glancing down to admire the collection of jams, pickles, and fresh bread inside.
“You didn’t have to bring all this,” Lydia said softly, touched by her sister-in-law’s thoughtfulness.
“Of course I did,” Abigail replied, brushing off the thanks. “You and Will have done so much for us. This is the least we can do.”
“Come on inside,” Lydia said, waving them toward the door. “Supper’s almost ready.”
The interior of the house smelled of roasted chicken and warm apple pie, a comforting combination that made Eastwood sigh with appreciation as they stepped into the kitchen.
“You sure do know how to make a man feel at home,” he said, helping Abigail settle the children at the table.
“It’s the least I can do,” Lydia replied with a smile. “You’ve always been family, but now it feels official.”
As they gathered around the table, Ellie chattered about the horses, Abigail’s toddler babbled happily, and Eastwood kept the conversation lively with stories from town.
Lydia glanced at Will, catching his eye as he passed the breadbasket to her. The warmth in his gaze made her cheeks flush, a reminder of how deeply she loved him.
“Something on your mind, Mrs. McGraw?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.
“Just thinking how lucky I am,” she replied, squeezing his hand under the table.
Will’s grin softened into something tender. “Not as lucky as me.”
Around them, the lively hum of family filled the air, a promise of all the good things yet to come.
After supper, the group moved out to the porch, the setting sun casting long golden rays over the rolling pastures. Lydia brought out a tray of coffee and fresh slices of apple pie, while Abigail rocked her baby in a chair, humming a soft lullaby. Ellie was sitting next to her, singing the lullaby with her mother.
“Will, you sure do have yourself a fine ranch here,” Eastwood said, leaning back against the railing as he sipped his coffee.
Will glanced out over the land, the pride in his eyes unmistakable. “It’s come a long way since we first settled here. Couldn’t have done it without Lydia, though. She’s the backbone of this place.”
Lydia felt her cheeks flush under his gaze. “Oh, hush, Will. You’ve worked just as hard as I have.”
“Harder,” Abigail added with a teasing smile. “I’ve never seen a man so determined to build a home.”
Will shrugged, a small smile playing at his lips. “A man’s got to take care of what matters most.” He turned to Lydia, his expression softening. “And what matters most to me is sitting right here.”
“Will McGraw,” Lydia said, trying to suppress a grin, “if you keep talking like that, you’re going to make me cry in front of everyone.”
“Well, I’d hate to do that,” he replied with a wink, before turning his attention to Ellie, who was tugging at his sleeve.
“Uncle Will, can I show them the new pony?” she asked, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.
“The pony?” Abigail asked, raising a brow at her brother.
Will chuckled. “I may have promised Ellie a little surprise. She’s been helping me out in the barn, and I figured she earned it.”
Lydia shook her head, laughing softly. “You spoil her, you know that?”
“She’s worth spoiling,” Will said, scooping Ellie up into his arms. “Come on, let’s show them.”
The group followed him out to the barn, where the soft glow of lantern light spilled out into the yard. Inside, a small, chestnut-colored pony stood in a freshly cleaned stall, its mane braided with ribbons.
Ellie clapped her hands in delight. “Look, Mama! Isn’t she pretty?”
“She’s beautiful,” Abigail said, her voice filled with emotion as she watched her daughter stroke the pony’s nose.
“She’s a fine little mare,” Eastwood said, nodding in approval. “Ellie, you’re going to have a lot of fun with her.”
“Thank you, Uncle Will!” Ellie threw her arms around his neck, and Will hugged her tightly, his love for the child evident in every gesture.
As the family lingered in the barn, Lydia leaned against the stall, watching Will lift Ellie onto the pony’s back for a short ride. Abigail stood nearby, her baby cooing softly in her arms, while Eastwood chuckled at their toddler’s attempts to chase a barn cat.
Lydia smiled to herself, feeling a profound sense of peace settle over her. This was everything she’d ever wanted—a family, a home, and a man who loved her with his whole heart.
Will glanced over at her, his dark eyes meeting hers across the warm glow of the barn. He walked over, slipping an arm around her waist.
“You look happy,” he said softly.
“I am,” Lydia replied, resting her head on his shoulder. “Happier than I ever thought I could be.”
Will kissed the top of her head. “Good. Because I aim to keep it that way.”
And as the sounds of laughter and love filled the barn, Lydia knew he meant every word.
The soft hum of crickets filled the air as the family made their way back to the house, the sky above painted in hues of deep blue and silver as the stars began to twinkle. Ellie had fallen asleep in Will’s arms, her little face nestled against his shoulder, while Abigail carried her baby, who had also drifted off. Eastwood walked beside her, carrying the toddler, who was beginning to nod off, his head bobbing against his father’s chest.
Lydia trailed behind, her heart full as she watched the scene before her. It felt like a dream—the kind she had never dared to hope for after losing Thomas. Yet here she was, surrounded by the kind of love she thought only existed in fairy tales.
Once inside, Lydia helped Abigail settle the children in the guest bedroom.
They stepped out of the room together, quietly closing the door behind them. The house was still now, the children all asleep.
The night air was cool and refreshing, and the vast expanse of the Texas prairie stretched out before them, bathed in moonlight. Will pulled Lydia close, wrapping an arm around her as they sat together on the porch swing.
“You know,” Will said after a moment of silence, “when I left the army, I didn’t know what I was looking for. I thought maybe it was just my sister, or a fresh start. But it turns out, it was you.”
Lydia looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “And I never thought I’d find someone who could make me feel whole again after Thomas. But you’ve done that, Will. You’ve given me a new life, one I never dreamed I could have.”
He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret it.”
“I couldn’t regret it if I tried,” Lydia said with a laugh, resting her head against his chest.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the swing creaking softly as it rocked back and forth. The stars above seemed brighter than ever, and the distant sound of a coyote howling added a touch of wildness to the tranquil night.
“Do you ever think about the future?” Lydia asked after a while, her voice barely above a whisper.
“All the time,” Will replied, his voice steady and sure. “I think about the ranch, about having a kid of our own.” He glanced down at her with a mischievous grin. “What do you think, Mrs. McGraw? Think you’re up for this adventure?”
Lydia laughed, swatting his arm playfully. “I think we’ll take it one day at a time. But yes, I’d like that very much.”
Will squeezed her shoulder, pulling her even closer. “Then that’s what we’ll do. One day at a time, together.”
The promise hung in the air between them, as real and solid as the land beneath their feet and the love they shared. And as Lydia gazed out at the endless horizon, she knew that whatever the future held, it would be filled with love, laughter, and the unshakable bond they had built together.
The Texas wind carried the faint sound of a lullaby from the barn, where the horses stirred quietly in their stalls, and the house behind them stood as a testament to all they had overcome. Lydia closed her eyes, feeling at peace in Will’s arms, and whispered, “This is home.”
And it was—home, family, and love. Forever.
The End
“Will McGraw, if you don’t get that chicken out of the kitchen this instant, I’m going to wring its neck myself!” Lydia called, hands on her hips as she stood in their cozy ranch house’s sunlit kitchen.
Will chuckled, holding the squawking hen at arm’s length as he stepped back through the door. “Now, darlin’, I thought you’d appreciate a fresh bird for tonight’s supper. Thought I’d surprise you.”
“You can surprise me just fine without bringing livestock into my kitchen!” Lydia shot back, though her lips twitched into a reluctant smile.
“Fine, fine,” Will relented, shaking his head in mock defeat. “I’ll leave the bird in the coop and let you get back to baking that fine pie I smelled a mile away.”
He stepped outside, the screen door creaking as it swung shut behind him, leaving Lydia to return to the counter where flour dusted her apron. Her hands moved deftly as she shaped a golden crust for the apple pie, the aroma of cinnamon and butter filling the air.
The kitchen was warm and inviting, reflecting the love and care Lydia had poured into their home over the last three years. The table Will had built from reclaimed oak sat in the center of the room, polished to a rich sheen, while curtains Lydia had sewn herself fluttered gently at the window.
As she worked, a tiny voice called from the doorway. “Auntie, Auntie!”
Lydia turned to see Ellie toddling in, her chubby hands clutching a ragged doll. The little girl’s curls—now a blend of her late father Martin’s deep brown and her mother Abigail’s golden undertones—bounced as she ran to Lydia.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Lydia asked, crouching to meet Ellie at eye level.
“Uncle Will says I can feed the horsies!” Ellie announced, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Did he now?” Lydia replied, raising a brow as she lifted the child into her arms. “Well, I suppose I’ll allow it, but only if you promise to stay out of mischief.”
Ellie nodded solemnly, though Lydia could already see the mischief dancing in her eyes.
Just then, Will returned, brushing his hands on his trousers. “Ellie, you ready to visit those horses of mine? They’ve been waitin’ on you all day.”
“Yeah!” Ellie cheered, wriggling in Lydia’s arms until she set her down.
“Stay close to your uncle,” Lydia called after them as Will took Ellie’s hand and led her outside.
The screen door banged shut again, leaving Lydia with a quiet moment to herself. She glanced out the window, watching Will lift Ellie onto his shoulders as they made their way to the barn. Her heart swelled at the sight.
In the years since their marriage, Will had proven himself to be everything Lydia had hoped for—a loving husband, a devoted uncle, and a steadfast partner. Together, they’d built not just a home but a life filled with joy, laughter, and the occasional squawking chicken.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a buggy pulling up outside. Wiping her hands on her apron, Lydia stepped out onto the porch to see Abigail and Eastwood arriving with a basket of preserves and their own growing family in tow.
“Well, it’s about time you showed up!” Lydia called with a grin.
“And miss your apple pie? Never,” Abigail replied, climbing down from the buggy with a laugh.
The ranch buzzed with life, and Lydia couldn’t have been happier.
“Ellie, slow down!” Abigail called as the little girl darted past her, a giggle trailing behind her like the faint breeze sweeping through the ranch yard. Ellie ran straight to Will, who stood near the barn, scratching behind his favorite horse’s ears.
“Uncle Will! Look what Mama brought!” Ellie held up a jar of peach preserves, her small hands struggling to keep a good grip on it.
Will knelt to take the jar, his eyes crinkling with a smile. “Well now, aren’t you lucky, Ellie? These’ll go mighty fine on some biscuits tonight.”
Abigail, cradling her youngest child—a boy no older than six months—approached with Eastwood beside her, carrying a sleeping toddler in his arms. The couple exuded happiness, their faces aglow with the kind of contentment that came with family and purpose.
“Doctor Harlan,” Will said with a playful grin as he extended a hand to shake Eastwood’s. “Or should I call you Farmer Harlan now?”
“Doctor suits me fine,” Eastwood replied with a chuckle. “But I’ll admit, there’s something mighty satisfying about tending the land. We’ve got enough vegetables coming in to last us through winter.”
Lydia stepped onto the porch, wiping her hands on her apron. “If those vegetables of yours are half as good as your wife’s preserves, I might have to invite myself over to your garden one day.”
“You’re welcome anytime,” Abigail said, her voice warm as she adjusted the baby in her arms. “Though if I keep giving away preserves, Eastwood’s going to start hiding the jars from me.”
“Smart man,” Will said with a wink.
The group shared a laugh, the kind of easy camaraderie that had developed over years of shared struggles and triumphs. As they moved toward the porch, Lydia took the basket from Abigail, glancing down to admire the collection of jams, pickles, and fresh bread inside.
“You didn’t have to bring all this,” Lydia said softly, touched by her sister-in-law’s thoughtfulness.
“Of course I did,” Abigail replied, brushing off the thanks. “You and Will have done so much for us. This is the least we can do.”
“Come on inside,” Lydia said, waving them toward the door. “Supper’s almost ready.”
The interior of the house smelled of roasted chicken and warm apple pie, a comforting combination that made Eastwood sigh with appreciation as they stepped into the kitchen.
“You sure do know how to make a man feel at home,” he said, helping Abigail settle the children at the table.
“It’s the least I can do,” Lydia replied with a smile. “You’ve always been family, but now it feels official.”
As they gathered around the table, Ellie chattered about the horses, Abigail’s toddler babbled happily, and Eastwood kept the conversation lively with stories from town.
Lydia glanced at Will, catching his eye as he passed the breadbasket to her. The warmth in his gaze made her cheeks flush, a reminder of how deeply she loved him.
“Something on your mind, Mrs. McGraw?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.
“Just thinking how lucky I am,” she replied, squeezing his hand under the table.
Will’s grin softened into something tender. “Not as lucky as me.”
Around them, the lively hum of family filled the air, a promise of all the good things yet to come.
After supper, the group moved out to the porch, the setting sun casting long golden rays over the rolling pastures. Lydia brought out a tray of coffee and fresh slices of apple pie, while Abigail rocked her baby in a chair, humming a soft lullaby. Ellie was sitting next to her, singing the lullaby with her mother.
“Will, you sure do have yourself a fine ranch here,” Eastwood said, leaning back against the railing as he sipped his coffee.
Will glanced out over the land, the pride in his eyes unmistakable. “It’s come a long way since we first settled here. Couldn’t have done it without Lydia, though. She’s the backbone of this place.”
Lydia felt her cheeks flush under his gaze. “Oh, hush, Will. You’ve worked just as hard as I have.”
“Harder,” Abigail added with a teasing smile. “I’ve never seen a man so determined to build a home.”
Will shrugged, a small smile playing at his lips. “A man’s got to take care of what matters most.” He turned to Lydia, his expression softening. “And what matters most to me is sitting right here.”
“Will McGraw,” Lydia said, trying to suppress a grin, “if you keep talking like that, you’re going to make me cry in front of everyone.”
“Well, I’d hate to do that,” he replied with a wink, before turning his attention to Ellie, who was tugging at his sleeve.
“Uncle Will, can I show them the new pony?” she asked, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.
“The pony?” Abigail asked, raising a brow at her brother.
Will chuckled. “I may have promised Ellie a little surprise. She’s been helping me out in the barn, and I figured she earned it.”
Lydia shook her head, laughing softly. “You spoil her, you know that?”
“She’s worth spoiling,” Will said, scooping Ellie up into his arms. “Come on, let’s show them.”
The group followed him out to the barn, where the soft glow of lantern light spilled out into the yard. Inside, a small, chestnut-colored pony stood in a freshly cleaned stall, its mane braided with ribbons.
Ellie clapped her hands in delight. “Look, Mama! Isn’t she pretty?”
“She’s beautiful,” Abigail said, her voice filled with emotion as she watched her daughter stroke the pony’s nose.
“She’s a fine little mare,” Eastwood said, nodding in approval. “Ellie, you’re going to have a lot of fun with her.”
“Thank you, Uncle Will!” Ellie threw her arms around his neck, and Will hugged her tightly, his love for the child evident in every gesture.
As the family lingered in the barn, Lydia leaned against the stall, watching Will lift Ellie onto the pony’s back for a short ride. Abigail stood nearby, her baby cooing softly in her arms, while Eastwood chuckled at their toddler’s attempts to chase a barn cat.
Lydia smiled to herself, feeling a profound sense of peace settle over her. This was everything she’d ever wanted—a family, a home, and a man who loved her with his whole heart.
Will glanced over at her, his dark eyes meeting hers across the warm glow of the barn. He walked over, slipping an arm around her waist.
“You look happy,” he said softly.
“I am,” Lydia replied, resting her head on his shoulder. “Happier than I ever thought I could be.”
Will kissed the top of her head. “Good. Because I aim to keep it that way.”
And as the sounds of laughter and love filled the barn, Lydia knew he meant every word.
The soft hum of crickets filled the air as the family made their way back to the house, the sky above painted in hues of deep blue and silver as the stars began to twinkle. Ellie had fallen asleep in Will’s arms, her little face nestled against his shoulder, while Abigail carried her baby, who had also drifted off. Eastwood walked beside her, carrying the toddler, who was beginning to nod off, his head bobbing against his father’s chest.
Lydia trailed behind, her heart full as she watched the scene before her. It felt like a dream—the kind she had never dared to hope for after losing Thomas. Yet here she was, surrounded by the kind of love she thought only existed in fairy tales.
Once inside, Lydia helped Abigail settle the children in the guest bedroom.
They stepped out of the room together, quietly closing the door behind them. The house was still now, the children all asleep.
The night air was cool and refreshing, and the vast expanse of the Texas prairie stretched out before them, bathed in moonlight. Will pulled Lydia close, wrapping an arm around her as they sat together on the porch swing.
“You know,” Will said after a moment of silence, “when I left the army, I didn’t know what I was looking for. I thought maybe it was just my sister, or a fresh start. But it turns out, it was you.”
Lydia looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “And I never thought I’d find someone who could make me feel whole again after Thomas. But you’ve done that, Will. You’ve given me a new life, one I never dreamed I could have.”
He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret it.”
“I couldn’t regret it if I tried,” Lydia said with a laugh, resting her head against his chest.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the swing creaking softly as it rocked back and forth. The stars above seemed brighter than ever, and the distant sound of a coyote howling added a touch of wildness to the tranquil night.
“Do you ever think about the future?” Lydia asked after a while, her voice barely above a whisper.
“All the time,” Will replied, his voice steady and sure. “I think about the ranch, about having a kid of our own.” He glanced down at her with a mischievous grin. “What do you think, Mrs. McGraw? Think you’re up for this adventure?”
Lydia laughed, swatting his arm playfully. “I think we’ll take it one day at a time. But yes, I’d like that very much.”
Will squeezed her shoulder, pulling her even closer. “Then that’s what we’ll do. One day at a time, together.”
The promise hung in the air between them, as real and solid as the land beneath their feet and the love they shared. And as Lydia gazed out at the endless horizon, she knew that whatever the future held, it would be filled with love, laughter, and the unshakable bond they had built together.
The Texas wind carried the faint sound of a lullaby from the barn, where the horses stirred quietly in their stalls, and the house behind them stood as a testament to all they had overcome. Lydia closed her eyes, feeling at peace in Will’s arms, and whispered, “This is home.”
And it was—home, family, and love. Forever.
Hello lovely readers, I hope you enjoyed the book and its Extended Epilogue! I’m so excited to read all your comments here! Thank you ❤️
The extended ending makes no sense. Why is Ellie calling Lydia mommy? All through the book Abbie was the mother, and Will stays the uncle. It’s a shame because the rest of the book was good.
Hello Laura, thank you so much for spotting this mixup! I will promptly fix it! Glad you enjoyed the book, despite that. 😊
I never read that. She called her Auntie.
I never read that. She called her Auntie.
I enjoyed the epilogue, however like others I wish we would have found Lydia and Will expecting their first child. It was her greatest wish. I enjoyed the story as well well written. Thank you
I am truly glad you enjoyed the story and the epilogue, Jan! I completely understand your wish for Lydia and Will to be expecting their first child—in hindsight I realize it really would have been the perfect addition, as well. I will be taking notes for my future books, so thanks a lot for sharing your thoughts on that one!
Bonjour from France Delilah! I discovered your books by chance & am now one of your biggest fans. I love the way you write, your twists & turns & the air of adventure! Of course love is the most important essence in the making!
Merci Beaucoup! I wait for the next book impatiently! Keep them coming! God bless your talent & you!
Bonjour, dearest Judette, avec plaisir! Thank you so much for your enthusiasm! I am truly humbled and will keep dedicating myself to weaving the most romantic Western stories, for you!
I’m confused! Ellie is Abigail’s daughter but it appears she lives with Lydia and Will. She calls Lydia ‘Mama’. I did enjoy the book. It held my interest from the start.
Hello Linda, thanks for sharing your reflections! I’m so happy to hear you liked the book! Ellie and Abigail are merely visiting Lydia and Will, and Ellie bumps into Lydia as she is searching for her mom, calling for Abigail in a loud voice. Hope that clarifies things!
A wonderful story and the characters remarkable and interesting
Thank you so much for your kind words, Gwen! I’m thrilled you enjoyed the story and found the characters so intriguing! Keep an eye out for the next ones! ✨
I enjoyed this book from the begining to the end. Thank you I loved. The extended epilogue too.
It’s really rewarding to know that you loved it from start to finish, Frances! It’s, also, great to hear that the extended epilogue added to the experience as well. Thank you for your kind words!
I thought the story line was good and held my interest. I, too, was confused with Ellie calling Lydia Mama. And was the toddler Eastwood’s from a previous marriage?
I was some disappointed that Lydia wasn’t pregnant or that they hadn’t had any of their own children in the previous years in the epilogue. Other than that, I thought it was a good story, and well edited. Thank you for the story.
Hello Vee, I’m glad you enjoyed the story overall! I do understand epilogue didn’t meet expectations regarding Lydia and Will not having their own children and shall be taking notes for my future stories! As for the confusion in the Extended Epilogue, I promise to address these inconsistencies in due time. Thank you so much for your thoughtful input! 😊
I thoroughly enjoyed this book! However, I wanted Lydia to have a baby and maybe something happened good for Betty, romance wise since she played a key role in the story. Great writing, overall.
Thank you so much for your thoughtful feedback, Brenda! I’m ever so glad you enjoyed the book! I definitely understand your feelings regarding Lydia and Betty’s story lines—your insights mean a lot, and I’ll keep them in mind for future stories. Thanks again for reading!
Really enjoyed the story it was
Hard to lay it down
I’m so glad you enjoyed the book, Susan! Thanks for sharing your thoughts – it’s fantastic to hear it kept you on the edge of your seat! Stay tuned for more!
Loved your book, love happy endings…..life is tough in the real world sometimes, but the little things that make us smile make it all worthwhile…keep on writing !
Thank you so much, sweet Jeanette! It means a lot that you enjoyed the book and that the happy ending resonated with you! Life can be tough, but it’s the little things that truly make it beautiful. 😊
Great storyline. The characters are believable with their thoughts and emotions. Liked that Betty was included in their lives-she was a godsend! Good writing – kept you interested. Look forward to more of your stories!
Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, Vicki, it truly moved me! Betty was definitely a special addition—it’s great to hear she made an impact, since she is a character that is really close to my heart! Can’t wait to share more stories with you!