Over his shoulder the bud of a red rose peeked over the top of her Christmas stocking. She gasped in delight. “Davy! Wherever did you find a rose in this weather?” Isolated as they were in the Nevada territory, there were no hothouses to speak of.
“Would you believe I found it growing alongside a barn in town?” He sounded more than a little pleased with himself for following through on his impromptu vow from their wedding day.
“Imagine that,” Lilly murmured, lifting the lovely bloom and smelling the sweet fragrance. “An eleventh hour rose.”
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11th Hour Rose
Books By Melissa Lynne Blue
Forget Me Not
Light to Valhalla
Langston Brothers Series:
Edge of Time
Cadence
Coming soon…
Bewitched
11th Hour Rose
About the Author
Photo by Susan Gest
A Registered Nurse by night, Melissa battles the stresses of life and illness by enjoying uplifting tales of love and romance. A firm believer in true love united with an enduring fascination with history has prompted her pursuit of romance writing. She lives in beautiful Big Sky Country Montana with her husband and children.