North Country Hero

North Country Hero
Lois Richer

Back home to heal, Army veteran Kyle Loness can’t wait to leave the town that holds such sad memories. He never expects beautiful newcomer Sara Kane to enlist his help with the town’s new youth center.What does he know about helping kids? But the more time he spends with the troubled teens—and Sara—the more the jaded soldier feels his defenses crumbling. It might take Sara—and the kids—to open his guarded heart to love again.

The Soldier’s Homecoming

Back home to heal, army veteran Kyle Loness can’t wait to leave the town that holds such sad memories. He never expects beautiful newcomer Sara Kane to enlist his help with the town’s new youth center. What does he know about helping kids? But the more time he spends with the troubled teens—and Sara—the more the jaded soldier feels his defenses crumbling. It might take Sara—and the kids—to open his guarded heart to love again.

Northern Lights: On the edge of the Arctic, love awaits.

“I’m not the kind of person

men want to marry.”

“You’re not?” Kyle’s eyes did a head-to-toe scan of her. “Why?”

“I’m not pretty,” Sara admitted, embarrassed. “I don’t know anything about fashion or how to dress. I certainly don’t know anything about love or, uh, romance. I’ve never even dated.”

“Sara, not every man is concerned about glamour or looks. Not that you have to worry. You’re a very beautiful woman.” He touched her arm as if to reinforce his words. “But what matters most is that you have a generous, tender heart that cares for people. That’s the most attractive thing about you.”

Inside her heart the persistent flicker of admiration she always felt for him flared into a full-fledged flame. But Sara didn’t know how to respond. If she wasn’t careful, his kindness would coax her into confessing the ugliness of her past and then he’d see that she wasn’t any of those things he’d said.

LOIS RICHER

began her travels the day she read her first book and realized that fiction provided an extraordinary adventure. Creating that adventure for others became her obsession. With millions of books in print, Lois continues to enjoy creating stories of joy and hope. She and her husband love to travel, which makes it easy to find the perfect setting for her next story. Lois would love to hear from you via www.loisricher.com (http://www.loisricher.com), loisricher@yahoo.com (mailto:loisricher@yahoo.com) or on Facebook.

North Country Hero

Lois Richer

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

For Jehovah hears the cries of his needy ones

and does not look the other way.

—Psalms 69:33

I wrote this story after losing my father last September.

I dedicate this book to his memory.

I love you, Dad.

Contents

Chapter One (#uc8dc3f5c-aaeb-5427-836b-1b238b7f7ca4)

Chapter Two (#u1fb3b76b-5499-5d20-9c8f-4922c3d4477b)

Chapter Three (#uab10260e-f718-56e7-8fe3-86e118a7cd39)

Chapter Four (#u23080dea-5cf7-525c-9494-d822efa02d2f)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Dear Reader (#litres_trial_promo)

Questions for Discussion (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One

“I’ve already told you, Marla. I don’t want to get involved with this ‘Lives Under Construction’ place.”

The anger in the man’s voice and the mention of her new employer piqued Sara Kane’s interest so much, she stopped reading her book on the northern lights.

“Yes, Marla,” he said with a weary sigh. “I know you told me I need to get involved, that you believe it will facilitate my recovery. And I will get involved. Eventually. But I told you I’m only going back home to Churchill to settle things. I’m not looking to get involved and I’m certainly not staying.”

Sara suddenly realized she was listening in on someone’s private cell phone conversation. Shame suffused her, but it wasn’t as if he was whispering!

Sara tried to refocus on her book but couldn’t because he was speaking again.

“Fine,” he agreed with some exasperation. “I promise you I will touch base with Laurel Quinn while I’m there, since you’ve already told her I’m coming.”

Did that mean this man knew Laurel? Maybe he, like her, was one of Laurel’s former foster kids, Sara mused.

“But touching base is all I’m going to promise you, Marla. You’ve been a wonderful therapist, and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. But I have to stand on my own two feet now.” Though he barked out a laugh, Sara heard an underlying bitterness. “Two feet—get it? That was supposed to be a joke.”