A marriage of convenience blooms into heartfelt love in an Old West homestead. Over 1 million sold! Love Comes Softly Book 1.
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1 . Love Comes Softly
Posted November 07, 2009 by Teresa , BienfaitI loved It, It brought tears to my eyes more then once. It made me long for a closer walk with God.
2 . Love is wonderful. Let it happen when you find it!
Posted January 28, 2009 by Sonia , TexasThis book is set in the old west. Marty looses her husband in a tragic way. A widowed neighbor, Clark, proposes a platonic marriage to her in order for her to take care of his infant daughter, who needs a mother in her life.
Over a very long and harsh winter, Marty finds out that everybody is dealing with grief and tragic in their lives. She understands that through prayers to the one and only God, you can face anything and remain strong.
Marty also starts to see what a good and heartworking man Clark is. He treats her and his daughter with respect and, without noticing, she falls in love with him. In spring her feelings run deep.
Love Comes Softly is a wonderful book that shows you both sides of love. The one where you fall in love madly, head over heals, and know this is the right man for you and you just can't live without him. And also a wonderful soft love that sneaks upand right into your heart. A love that one didn't expect and is the foundation in a relationship that will last forever.
A very good read and lesson learned for girls and woman. Love is not all about a flutter in your heart, a rush of emotions and heavy breathing. It's more about mutual respect and hard work together. Happiness and sadness.
Bethany House Publishers
March 31, 2003
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Excerpt from Love Comes Softly by Janette Oke
The Grim Reaper
The morning sun shone brightly on the canvas of the covered wagon, promising an unseasonably warm day for mid-October. Marty fought for wakefulness, coming slowly out of a troubled and fitful sleep. Why did she feel so heavy and ill at ease she who usually woke with enthusiasm and readiness for each new days adventure? Then it all came flooding back, and she fell in a heap on the quilt from which she had just emerged. Sobs shook her body, and she pressed the covering to her face to muffle the sound.
Clem is gone. The truth of it was nearly unthinkable. Less than two short years ago, strong, adventurous, boyish Clem had quickly and easily made her love him. Self-assured and confident, he had captured her heart and her hand. Fourteen months later, she was a married woman out west, beginning a new and challenging adventure with the man she loved"until yesterday.
Oh, Clem, she wept. Her whole world had fallen around her when the men came to tell her that Clem was dead. Killed outright. His horse had fallen. Theyd had to destroy the horse. Did she want to come with them?
No, shed stay.
Would she like the missus to come over?
No, shed manage.
She wondered how she had even gotten the words past her lips.
Theyd care for the body, one of them had told her. His missus was right good at that. The neighbors would arrange for the burying. Lucky the parson was paying his visit through the area. Was to have moved on today, but they were certain that hed stay over. Sure she didnt want to come with them?
No, shed be all right.
Hated to leave her alone.
She needed to be alone.
Theyd see her on the morrow. Not to worry. Theyd care for everything.
And they had gone, taking her Clem with them, wrapped in one of her few blankets and fastened on the back of a horse. The kindly neighbor should have been riding it, but he was now leading the animal slowly, careful of its burden.
And now it was the morrow and the sun was shining. Why was the sun shining? Didnt nature know that today should be as lifeless as she felt, with a cold wind blowing like the chill that gripped her heart?
The fact that she was way out west in the fall of the year with no way back home, no one around that she knew and she was expecting Clems baby besides should have filled her with panic. But for the moment the only thing her mind could settle on and her heart grasp was the overwhelming pain of her great loss.
Oh, Clem! Clem! she cried aloud. What am I gonna do without you? She buried her face again in the quilt.
Clem had come out west with such wild excitement.
We will find everything we want there in thet new country. The lands there fer the taking, he had exulted. What about the wild animals and the Injuns she had stammered.
He had laughed at her silliness, picked her up in his strong arms, and whirled her around in the air.
What about a house? Itll be most winter when we git there, she worried.
The neighbors will help us build one. Ive heered all about it. Theyll help one another do whatever needs to be done out there.
And it was true. Those hardy frontiersmen scattered across the wilderness would leave their highly valued crops standing in the fields, if need be, while they gave of their time to put a roof over a needy if somewhat cocky and reckless newcomer, because they would know far better than he the fierceness of the winter winds.
We will make out jest fine. Dont ya worry yourself none, Marty, Clem had assured her. With some reluctance, Marty had begun preparations for the long trek by wagon train to follow her beloved husbands dream.
After many weeks of travel, they had come upon a farmhouse in an area of rolling hills and pastureland, and Clem had made inquiries. Over a friendly cup of coffee, the farmer had informed them that he owned the land down to the creek, but the land beyond that, reaching up into the hills, had not yet been claimed. With an effort, Clem had restrained himself from whooping on the spot.