Needing a respite from child welfare social work, Heather Blume is excited about a short-term opportunity to work at a busy North Yorkshire day center for the homeless. When one of the men she’s been helping saves her from a vicious attack, she’s so grateful she violates one of the most important rules in her profession—she takes him home to tend his wounds. But there’s more to her actions than merely being the Good Samaritan. The man’s upper-crust speech has Heather intrigued. She has no doubt he’s a gentleman fallen far from grace and is determined to reunite the enigmatic young man with his family, if only he would open up about his life.
Paxton Rathbone is desperate to make his way home. His inheritance long spent, he stows away on a fishing trawler bound from Norway to England only to be discovered, beaten and discarded at Scarborough’s port. On home soil at last, all it would take is one phone call. But even if his mother and father are forgiving, he doubts his older brother will be.
Paxton has grown too accustomed to the disdain of mankind, which perhaps is why Heather’s kindness penetrates his reserves and gives him reason to hope. Reason to love? Perhaps reason to stay. But there’s a fine line between love and gratitude, for both Paxton and Heather.
“This is the 3rd book in the Seven Suitors for Seven Sisters, but each book is a standalone. This story follows Heather, a volunteer in a homeless shelter, and Paxton who because of tragic circumstances in his life finds himself in the shelter. It is a beautiful modern day telling of the Good Samaritan story. The reader is also reminded through the story that you cannot always judge people by the circumstances in which they find themselves. I was tally engrossed in Heather and Paxton’s story from the first pages and was kept reading to see what the outcome of their relationship was going to be. This is another wonderfully told story from this author that I thoroughly enjoyed and definitely recommend. I will certainly be looking for the next book in this series.” ~ Ann Lacy Ellison