A Colonial Courtship (Paperback)
Back Inn Time Series Book 3
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Sometimes time travel is just the miracle you need. Unless it sends you to the last place you want to go.
Abigail Martin needs a miracle. After a crushing family secret stole her job, her apartment, and her future, she escapes her ruined life and risks a return to her hometown. Hints from a trusted friend that a mysterious bed and breakfast could grant her deepest desires lead her to rent a room. But when her former crush—a man she’s spent months avoiding—won’t leave her side, they both end up facing more than just the past she tried to escape.
Evan Blake finally has a second chance to win his first love, and he won’t let a little thing like her refusal stand in his way. When Abigail’s insistence on staying at a weird inn dumps them in Colonial Boston on the doorstep of the Revolutionary War, suddenly finding a way to ask her out seems the least of his worries. Despite the bizarre and unimaginable challenges of the 1700s, he refuses to give up on capturing her heart. But will finding their way home mean losing her forever?
♥ The Back Inn Time series books are fun, faith-filled stories of what it might be like to suddenly experience life in a different time. These clean historical romances are packed with humor and adventure. Perfect for fans of dual timeline or time slip stories and Christian historical romance, these books answer the question every historical fiction fan wonders—what would it be like if I went back to that time? If you enjoy the wholesomeness of Amish, Western, or frontier fiction and adore romantic comedies, then a visit to a seaside Victorian inn where you can “step back inn time and leave your troubles behind!” is for you.
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Jumping off the deep end—totally losing her mind—had taken longer than expected, but it had finally happened. Abigail Martin stared up at the sweeping Victorian house and let out a sigh. Crazy. Absolutely, completely crazy. Maybe her mother really had been right about her all along.
But she was here, all the same. Chasing some story. Desperate to know the truth. Hoping for a miracle of her own.
Her friend Maddie had insisted—though she wouldn’t give any details—that prayers were answered behind these walls. Something just a few months ago Abigail would have never believed.
Now, well, she had to find out for herself.
The masculine voice behind her brought a cringe. She turned to look at Evan, who lifted his eyebrows skeptically. Why did he have to come? Bad enough his parents had sent him to pick her up from the airport. She’d told him no less than six times she didn’t need his help with her suitcase.
“Sure I can’t get you to stay at my parents’?” He cast a skeptical glance at the house.
And share a room with Sarah? Both Evan and his sister would stay in their old rooms at their parents’ house for the long holiday weekend. Staying with the Blakes would mean spending Thanksgiving trapped with Evan’s entire family. Close quarters with people she’d avoided and a million probing questions? She couldn’t think of a better way to torture herself. “Maddie highly recommended this place. Besides, staying at your house would be too weird.”
Evan didn’t comment. He knew what she meant. Even though they hadn’t spoken in months, she had no doubt he could still read her far too easily. Which was exactly why he shouldn’t be here.
Wind too chilly for Ocean Springs, Mississippi, in November tickled down the back of her neck, and she shivered. She hated the cold. “Come on.”
He didn’t move. “What’s this really about?”
Like he didn’t already know.
“This is about Atlanta, isn’t it?”
And there it was. The reason she didn’t want to spend the holidays with Evan’s family. Even though she cared more for them than she did her own. They knew too much. They’d ask too many questions. Calling them had been a bad idea. A desperate act in a moment of weakness. No. She needed to get away.
Like, far away. Or at least try her luck at a miracle.
She glanced again at the B&B and wondered at her own gullibility. But then, obviously Maddie had gotten exactly what she’d wanted. A husband. Would this house somehow produce what Abigail longed for as well? She couldn’t find out until she got rid of Evan.
Abigail shot him a scathing look. “Can we go in now? I’m freezing.”
Evan shook his head, his blue eyes saying more than his lips. He felt sorry for her. Nothing like being the object of pity to make a girl feel desirable.
Not that she wanted Evan to desire her. They were friends. At least they used to be. But that was over. She marched up the wide front steps and onto the wraparound porch. Evan plodded along behind her.
She pressed the doorbell and waited.
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