Valentines Countdown Blitz – Day 4

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Just Over the Horizon by Susan Rush

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coverIs 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 quaint, 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 is 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 heart-wrenching 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?


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headshotSusan 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 end-of-life care, she loves providing care and counseling for those who are writing the final chapters of their life story. She presently serves as a hospice director in Columbia, SC where she lives with her adorable hubby and three phenomenal children. Her family of five are all fluent in sarcasm and on any given day, you can find them bantering away.


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Snippet Time!

As Nate slowed to survey the damage, he was shocked to see someone walking toward him in the middle of the drive. As he drove closer, he realized it was a young woman, and she was trudging more than walking. What in the world? Nate stopped beside her and rolled down his window. “Do you need some help?
Sarah pulled wet locks from her face as she awkwardly adjusted her bag on her hip. “Can you please tell me where the Crabfields live?”
Nate, who was seldom at a loss for words, couldn’t find his voice. Sarah raised her pitch as she pointed down the drive, “Do the Crabfields live down there?”
Nate slowly nodded, his mouth agape.
“Thank you.” Sarah gave a faint smile, squared her shoulders and began walking again.
It took a minute for Nate to come to his senses. Where did she come from? She’s just out here in the middle of the sticks, soaking wet, covered in mud, acting as if she’s out for a stroll in the city… and those eyes.

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