Is it possible for a traveling hospice nurse to find romance
in a small southern town? After all, she is only passing through and needs to
focus on her job. A job that requires compassion and dedication. She can't
afford to have any distractions.
Since her grandmother's death, Sarah has been alone. No
family. No friends. No distractions.
Just the way she likes it. Traveling from town to town is an
adventure, meeting new people, exploring new places, but could her solitary
life be growing lonely?
Much to her surprise, two vastly differing men compete for
her attention in the small historic town of Camden, South Carolina. Nate, the
adopted son of one of Sarah's patients, is a true
Southerner with a sarcastic wit and genuine warmth. On the
other hand, Dr. Joseph Thornton is a caring oncologist who is known as the best
catch in the state. Who could say no to his Hollywood smile and emerald eyes?
No distractions. This has been her goal as a hospice nurse.
But distractions is exactly what she gets. Will she be tempted to put down
roots in the small town?
It's a good thing Sarah's eccentric Nana left her a
mysterious box. Nana's gift provides the guidance and comfort Sarah desperately
needs as she faces heartwrenching trials. Not only does she have the stress of
caring for the dying, she has to visit patients in the ghetto. What dangers
await a beautiful young nurse making home visits at night?
Enduring sadness and trauma, Sarah's childhood faith is
shattered. She tries desperately to hold onto Nana's godly legacy, but it is
slipping away. When a bizarre stranger appears at her door with devastating
news about Nana's past, can her cherished box continue to provide answers and
deepen her faith or will Sarah realize her life has been based on nothing but
lies?
Snippet:
He pointed to the left rear fender. “See? Right here. It’s just a little dented. With all the mud, it’s hard to see how bad it’s scratched.” “Well, I guess it could have been a lot worse. Thanks for pulling it out for me.”
“No problem.” Nate rubbed his chin as if summoning his courage. “So how’s Coach doing?”
Sarah hesitated a minute and then answered, “Sorry, but we have a strict confidentiality policy. I’m not allowed to talk about patients to anyone accept family.”
Nate put his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels, disappointment etched on his face.
Sarah snapped her finger. “Wait a minute. You know, I remember Mae Bell calling you her boy and you do call her Mama Mae, right?” Her dimple deepened.
Nate nodded. “Yeah, that’s right.”
Sarah gave a winsome smile. “Well, sounds like you’re
family to me.” She paused, searching for the right words as she leaned against her car. Her face grew serious. “I’m sorry, but he’s not doing well at all. Have you talked with his doctor?”
“Yeah, I took him to his last appointment. He said he would be surprised if he’s here in three months.” Nate rubbed the back of his neck with a forlorn expression and then kicked the tire, knocking some mud off his boot.
About the author:
Susan grew up in Charlotte, NC and has
a psychology degree from Furman University and masters in social work from the
University of South Carolina. She jokes that God didn't lead her to a career in
hospice; He took her kicking and screaming the whole way. Now passionate about
endoflife care, she has worked with hospice for more than twenty years. She
loves sharing about God's redemptive love and grace during life's most
challenging struggles. Susan presently serves as a hospice director and lives
in Columbia, SC with her husband and three children. Her whole family is fluent
in sarcasm and on any given day, you can find them bantering away.
Website: http://www.SusanDRush.com
Available at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/JustOverHorizon
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