Dear Reader,
I’ve known from Jasper Lake’s inception that Hunter’s story would be the final of the series and the most difficult story to tell. Making him likable would be a task, but I was up for the challenge. When it came down to it, I realized his should have been the easiest because it speaks the most of God’s grace and mercy, which have become recurring themes in my books.
Christian Fiction is unique because it entertains, but it should also inspire. It’s my prayer that through my books, you draw closer to God. Before the pandemic came, I’d been leading my women’s group at church through a series of lessons to break down barriers that keep us from experiencing God’s love. The Bible tells us that if we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive. No matter what you’re facing or what your past looks like, God wants you to turn to Him and He will use you for His glory. It’s not too late to turn toward him and hand your burdens over.
Thank you for your continued support, and I look forward to finishing many more series with you.
Until next time,
Leah
P.S. Continue scrolling for an excerpt from Love In A Fix, the first book of the Modern Convenience series (the series where we first meet Landon!)
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USA Today Bestselling Author Leah Atwood is a small-town girl at heart and currently lives in a rural town in the deep South, though Maryland will always be home. She graduated from the University of Maryland with a degree in International Business but gave up a career in sales and marketing to follow love, a decision she's never regretted.
From the old west to Cajun country, Leah infuses true-to-life characters with small-town charm to invite her readers into a world where faith and love will always prevail. In both her historical and contemporary works, she believes in delivering inspirational stories that will leave her readers with a smile.
When not writing, she's busy raising two kids and corralling three dogs (a three-legged, cancer surviving eighty-four-pound shepherd/lab mix, a pit-mix she found left for dead on the road, and a hound/lab mix who wins the most annoying dog award, but Leah couldn’t imagine her life without), or participating in a myriad of community and church events.
Contemporary Romances
Come to Me Series
Come to Me Alive
Come to Me Free
Come to Me Again
Come to Me Joyful (Bonus Novella)
Modern Conveniences Series
Love In a Fix
Calling Love
Lost in Love
Waiting on Love (Bonus Novella)
Always Faithful Series
That Was Then
This Is Now
When It’s Forever
Jasper Lake Series
Not This Time
Born to Love
A Love This True
All That Glitters
What Matters Most
Rescued Hearts Series (2019-2020)
Roxie
Hope
Lilly
Truffles
Bayou Boys Series
Rex
Lucas
Beau
Treasure Harbor
Road to Love
Standalones
Second Rodeo
Table For One (Novella)
All By Myself (Novella)
A Summer Homecoming (Novella)
An Autumn Stroll (Novella)
Candy Cane Wishes (Novella)
Catching Christmas (Novella)
Christmas Unexpected (Novella)
Historical Romances
Brides of Weatherton Novellas
After the Rain
Fire and Ice
Winds of Change
Dancing on Dew
Texas Wildflowers Novelette Series
Free to Love
Free to Heal
Free to Protect
Free to Serve
Free to Roam
Free to Forgive
Mail-Order Short Stories and Novelettes
The Ultimatum Bride
A Man to Be Proud Of
Their First Noelle
The Not Quite Mail-Order Bride
The Mail-Order Bride’s Quilt
Riches of the Heart
The Most Wonderful Bride of the Year
Enjoy this Excerpt from Love in A Fix, Book One of the Modern Conveniences Series
“No.” Lyndsey Allen drew out the word as she pulled the frozen casserole from the oven with her bare hands, no potholders needed.
She plopped the ceramic dish on the counter then pushed several buttons on the oven. Not that it mattered if she turned off the appliance or not. The uncooked cheese-laden vegetables were testament enough that the appliance wasn’t working. Suspicions had lurked in her mind for several weeks that the oven wasn’t operating properly, but she’d prayed it would hold out until tax season. Goodness only knew she couldn’t afford a repair bill right now, let alone a whole new range if it came to that.
Desperate for a solution that wouldn’t incur an expense she couldn’t pay, she pulled out the range from the wall and unplugged its cord. After thirty seconds she plugged it back in and pushed the appliance back into its spot. She bit down on her bottom lip while she pressed the preheat button and waited a few minutes to see if the oven warmed. It was a long shot, she knew, but if it worked for the wireless router, why not give it a try for the oven?
Holding her breath, she lowered the door. No heat. No orange glow cast from the heating elements.
A loose strand of strawberry blonde hair tickled her face when she exhaled a defeated sigh. Bending at the waist, she opened the drawer that stored various kitchen sundries. She pulled out the aluminum foil and tore off a sheet long enough to cover the casserole. After she pressed and fitted the foil over the dish, she shoved the uncooked food into the fridge.
She closed the door and shrugged—so the dish she’d thrown together wouldn’t make it to the church potluck. At least she and Josh could eat from it as a side dish for the next week. Money was too sparse to waste that amount of food, even if it would become mushy once it was cooked in the microwave.
The thought of money reminded her about the stack of bills on the table. Time for the monthly game of what bills can be delayed without severe consequence—a game in which she only participated out of necessity.
After checking on Josh, her four-year-old son, she sat at the table and flipped through the bills. She opened the envelope from Calding County Electric Co-op. Final Notice stared at her in bold red letters. Experience taught her the power company’s final notice meant final notice. Without an exemption, her power would be disconnected in four days. Since she’d already gotten an extension last month, she knew one wouldn’t be granted again so soon.
She reached for the checkbook and wrote a draft for the past due amount. Hopefully that would be enough to buy her some time. Until when, she didn’t know. Her full-time job as an administrative assistant at a safety technology firm had been cut to part-time last spring, and she’d lost her benefits in the process. To make up a portion of the difference, she’d picked up a second job at the grocery store, but even those shifts had been trimmed to a total of eight hours per week.