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Nate's Healing: The Florida Irish, #6
Nate's Healing: The Florida Irish, #6
Nate's Healing: The Florida Irish, #6
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Nate's Healing: The Florida Irish, #6

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*This is a short story of 15,000 words. It can be read as a standalone, though I hope it makes readers want to know more about Books 1-5. As with all my books, it has a happily ever after ending.

“I don’t care if you never eat another potato I’ve cooked or if you lay there in bed and turn into one, but I’ll wear white at a funeral before I’ll be associated in any manner with Arthur Willowby. He may have legs, but they’re fat ones. I’d just as soon snuggle up with a goat.”

She whirled and stomped off, not looking back, but heard his laughter as she rounded the corner again.

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Nate Sawyer has a good life as a bachelor and no immediate interest in forming a permanent relationship. One day, he’ll find the girl of his dreams. Until then, he has a loving family and a job he enjoys. He’s in no hurry to settle down.

Georgianna Smith headed south after the death of her papa and a failed attempt to find love. A new start in a new place seems like her best choice, especially when she learns she’s expecting a child. No one there will know what poor decisions she’s made and judge her for it.

Nate’s sudden bout of crippling illness shortens the distance between their neighboring houses. She’s his promise of a happy, normal life, and he’s the man she should have waited for, a loving man, a perfect would-be father … if their inward personal struggles don’t tear them apart.

A clean historical romance, book 6 in THE FLORIDA IRISH series, by best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.

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Release dateJun 14, 2016
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Nate's Healing: The Florida Irish, #6
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Suzanne D. Williams

Best-selling author, Suzanne D. Williams, is a native Floridian, wife, mother, and photographer. She is the author of both nonfiction and fiction books. She writes a monthly column for Steves-Digicams.com on the subject of digital photography, as well as devotionals and instructional articles for various blogs. She also does graphic design for self-publishing authors. She is co-founder of THE EDGE. To learn more about what she’s doing and check out her extensive catalogue of stories, visit http://suzanne-williams-photography.blogspot.com/ or link with her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/suzannedwilliamsauthor.

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    Nate's Healing - Suzanne D. Williams

    SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS

    Feel-Good Romance

    © 2016 NATE’S HEALING (FLORIDA IRISH SERIES) BOOK 6 by Suzanne D. Williams

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the publisher.

    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual people, organizations, and/or events is purely coincidental.

    Dear Reader,

    This story can be read as a standalone, but to know the backstory of the Sawyer family, readers will enjoy Books 1-5. Though this story is short, the previous books are full-length novels.

    Suzanne D. Williams

    www.feelgoodromance.com

    CHAPTER 1

    Spring 1893

    Of all the places he’d rather be, home with his mama was at the top. There was something about the atmosphere around her, peace and safety, as if God were with her every step of the day. He’d missed that living alone, but staying at the hotel had become necessary. Guests always needed something and riding over at all hours had quickly gotten old.

    Nate rubbed his neck and poked his head in the door, calling for her. Mama?

    Her face popped up in the far kitchen doorway. My baby.

    She dashed out, taking his face in her hands. Her palms were callused, the skin roughened from raising the four of them. It’d been hard for her when they were young, his papa spending most of his time drinking and gambling.

    Her eyes grew soft. What is it?

    She always knew. Perhaps that was her mother’s intuition, or again, her closeness to God, but whatever the reason, she never failed to see when things were wrong.

    A headache.

    She kissed his cheeks, her breath warm, and led him over to the settee. Lie down, and I’ll fetch you something to eat and drink.

    He obeyed, only too glad to let her handle his life. Not that it was bad, but lately, the greater load of running the hotel had fallen on his shoulders.

    Where’s Papa? he called. Low-volume noises bled through the wooden walls of the small house, the clinking of dishes, the crackle of paper. His gaze strayed, distracted by dust motes dancing in the window light.

    His mama was a couple minutes replying. She stepped out with a wooden tray in her hands and placed it on the small round table at the foot of the settee. Out. Which is the best place for him.

    Nate chuckled at her snappy expression. What did he do this time?

    We’ll not get into that, she said. It makes me ungodly.

    So he wouldn’t ask, but he did want to know.

    She raised a porcelain plate and handed it to him.

    Cake? He spoke with one bite already in his mouth, sugary sweet and flavored with spices. He closed his eyes and groaned. Miss Hetty needs to take lessons from you.

    Don’t talk with your mouth full.

    He hushed at her reprimand and consumed the cake.

    She recaptured the plate afterward and returned it to the tray. I’ll have some peppermint tea here in a few. That’s great for headaches.

    Peppermint tea was great for just about everything by his recollection. She’d fed it to them for stomachaches, sore throats, even cuts and scrapes. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. Nor would he trade in all the tough memories from his youth to belong to any other parents. He loved his family, was close to his siblings, the older two, Anne and Nick, and his younger brother, Chase.

    You know, she continued, you said it’d be easier for you to live at the hotel. But I worry. It just isn’t natural to spend so much time tending to everyone else. She patted his knee. You need to think about yourself. My handsome son should settle down.

    Her steely gaze told him enough about what she meant. She’d been after him for several years to find a nice girl and not what she’d termed the questionable women that sashayed through the hotel. He didn’t comment. Today was not the day he wanted to bring any of that up. His lack of a love life wasn’t really because he was opposed to it anyway. He simply hadn’t found the right woman.

    His mother pushed to her feet. The tea should be almost ready. You relax, and I’ll bring it. She shuffled a few steps. "You will stay for supper. You hear me?"

    Yes, Mama, he replied.

    She disappeared again, and he reclined, allowing his mind to blank and the headache to take over. A wave of heat swept over him, fine sweat breaking out on his brow. Strangely, he shivered with it. Maybe this was more than a headache. Maybe he’d come down with something

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