

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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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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