Vow to Submit

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She loves and honors him, but can she promise to obey him, knowing that will mean a life of domestic discipline at his hand?

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Beautiful, headstrong Elizabeth Bennett is about to set off for a new life on the other side of the country when she meets passionate young pastor Mark Strong. They can’t deny the attraction between them, but how can they make it work when she is moving two thousand miles away? And how can this modern feminist cope with his traditional views on domestic discipline?

She wears clothes that certainly aren’t appropriate for a potential pastor’s wife, and has a fiery temper to match her red hair. Will she push him too far, or will his commitment to spanking her wherever and whenever she deserves it drive her even further into his arms?

She knows that she loves him and honors him, but can she promise to obey him? Doing so would commit her to a lifetime of discipline at his hands and, unless she can amend her ways, the likelihood of a sore backside most evenings. Will love win out, or will her unwillingness to say one simple word tear them apart?

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Chapter One

Pastor Mark Strong looked out over his congregation as he delivered the conclusion to his sermon. “… and that is why St. Paul teaches us that wives should submit to their husbands. Submission and discipline are at the heart of a traditional, godly marriage. Submitting to the head of the household is a very liberating experience for a woman. And discipline, when it is administered in love, is the path to that freedom.? It is the best way for everyone, for society, for the husband, and for the wife. Perhaps especially for the wife. Amen.”

He picked up his notes and made his way back from the pulpit to the padded blue chair at the front of church. As usual, the church was now silent as the congregation took a few moments to reflect on his words and how it applied to their lives. But as he sat down and took a quick sip of water, he realized that the silence was stretching on for far longer than it usually did. Why hadn’t the music started for the next song?? He glanced over to the piano expecting to see old Mrs. Smith rustling through her sheets of music, searching desperately for the right one. Instead was greeted by a glare from a very pretty young red-haired woman. Of course. Mrs. Smith was on vacation this week and had arranged for her niece to cover for her.

He hadn’t had an opportunity to introduce himself to her before the service, but he had been assured that she was talented enough to play whatever songs he chose and that she had been fully briefed on how things were usually done in Amity Family Baptist Church.??

He smiled over to her and nodded as if to say that she should continue. But all he got back was a stare of utter contempt. What was she doing? He decided to make it even clearer for her that it was time to start playing.

He stood up and cleared his throat. “The next hymn is number 532 if you’re using the books.” Then he turned to face her and smiled. “Thank you,” he strained his mind to remember the name he had been told. “Stacy.”

She gave him another evil look before launching into the song’s opening chords with significantly less gusto than she had with the songs before the sermon.

At least she was now playing, and the service could continue. And with a bit of luck not too many people would have noticed the long pause in proceedings. But that still didn’t explain what she had been doing. He could only assume that she hadn’t liked what he had said in the sermon. He knew that some people wouldn’t, particularly the kind of wrong-thinking feminist that claimed they wanted equality, but only succeeded in undermining family values at every turn.

Not everyone loved traditional values, Mark knew, but that didn’t make them any less right. And it certainly didn’t give this new piano player the right to hold up his church service with her own little protest. How old was she? Early twenties would be his guess; bright red hair, piercing green eyes and a pretty face. Not that it mattered how pretty she was, he would have words with her after the service was over. She was old enough to know better, and he intended to let her know.

But he had to put her out of his mind for now. He had a service to finish, and as much as he wanted to start constructing the little lecture he was going to give her, there were more important things to attend to.

He’d been pastor of this small town church for nearly a year now. It wasn’t the kind of place he ‘had imagined starting his ministry in. He’d expected to leave seminary and head off to a big church in the heart of a bustling city. Somewhere like Chicago, where his parents were living now, or New York. But not here in farming country where the social highlight of the year was the summer fair and its centerpiece, the hotly contested corndog eating contest. Last year, little Davey Hanson nearly killed himself eating twelve of them in the allotted three minutes, but that hadn’t stopped him entering again this year.

The people were friendly enough, and he had been made to feel completely at home, but it was miles from anywhere. That was why he’d come in the first place, of course. To get away from it all. To get over Louisa.

It was three years now since her death. It had been the week after they had got engaged when the accident happened. Some idiot had decided to drive his truck back after a long night at the bar, weaving all over the road and crashing into her as she was waiting to cross the road. She had died instantly, which was a mercy at least, but the heart-pounding shock of being told what had happened still woke him from his sleep every now and then.?

He stopped everything. He had pulled out of seminary, stopped seeing his friends, and spent hours just moping around his apartment.? He had even questioned his faith for a few dark weeks. But, with the support of his family, and some wise counsel from older Christians, he had pulled through and completed his training as a pastor.

Still, he missed her vivacious spirit. The way she challenged him, always pushing him on to be a better person, but accepted his lead completely. They would have had a traditional marriage, with him as head of the household, and with her as his supportive, loving and submissive wife.?

He had never found that spirit in another woman, or even wanted to look. But he knew he needed to move on and make a new start in life without Louisa. And that meant moving away from the memories of her and the places where they had spent time together. Away from the cherry blossom tree where they had first kissed, and the restaurant where he had proposed. It had meant, eventually, that he would end up here in Amity County, surrounded by people who knew and respected him only as Pastor Mark, and not as one half of Mark and Louisa.

So far it had worked. He had found healing here, and the kind new start he had hoped for. Maybe now he could start building his life once more.

He ended the service quickly with a couple more songs, and moved to his usual place at the church door to bid farewell to the congregation as they filed out in pairs and small groups. They gave him their usual chorus of “Good sermon, Pastor,” and “Lovely service today,” as he shook their hands and saw them out into the late summer day.

Eventually the flow of humanity ebbed and he crunched his way across the gravel car park to the church hall where the regulars would already be on their second mug of coffee. Here was the real heart of the church community, and here was where they gathered and chatted about how service had gone. This would be where he would find the pretty, young piano player, if she dared show her face at all.?

A warm buzz of conversation greeted him as he pulled open the wooden door. Half a dozen people gave him gave him welcoming smiles and a couple of them even broke off from their conversations to give him a hug of welcome. Despite its flaws, he was growing to love this place and its affirming little community.

But despite the happy throng, there was only one person he wanted to speak to right now. He searched the faces in the crowd for the flame-haired piano player.

She was already heading in his direction, weaving her way through the milling throng. It was the first time he’d actually seen her properly, rather than just her head peering out at him from behind the piano. The sight made his breath catch in his throat. She was tall, elegant even. Her flowery cotton top and tight blue jeans did little to hide her womanly curves, and her fiery hair was currently tied up under a rather fashionable hat. He wondered for a moment what that hair would look like unbound and hanging around her shoulders, but his thoughts on the matter were cut short by her piercing green eyes.? They held such passion and verve that they had him almost hypnotized as she moved towards him. She was clearly on a mission to tell him exactly what she had thought of his sermon.

That was fine with him because, whatever she had to say, he would take the time to set her right. No one had the right to hold up a service in his church as part of some petty protest, and he would tell her in no uncertain terms.

*****

Stacy Bennett was furious. How dare the tall pastor tell her that a woman should be submissive? Be subject to her husband? Never. And he hadn’t put this forward as simply something for those who believed in old-fashioned marriage. No, he’d dared to suggest that this was the best way for everyone.

She had been quite pleased to discover that the new young pastor her aunt had described to her was both very handsome and in possession of the kind of deep East coast accent that always made her go weak at the knees. Despite that the church itself was stuffed full of old people, and the hymns they had made her play verged on the funereal, she had been quite happy listening to the pastor chat his way through the notices and talking passionately about their latest mission project to Sudan. But the warm glow had disappeared the moment he had started getting into his sermon.

Only last week she had finished her bachelor’s degree in modern feminist literature, and now she found that all the outdated attitudes she had denounced in her essays were preached to her on a Sunday morning! What made it worse was how reasonable the pastor made it all sound. She had seethed all the way through the sermon before deciding that she had to confront the pastor after the service had ended. Someone had to tell him what an outdated misogynist he was.

?She had been thinking about all the things she wanted to say to him when she realized that the church had gone quiet. The sermon was now obviously over, and the pastor was staring directly at her from his chair on the dais, piercing into her as if he could read her thoughts. She took the opportunity to glare back at him, just to show him how she felt. Sure, ’she had held up the service a bit, and her aunt had been very clear that the post-sermon hymn should start as soon as the pastor sat back down, but she didn’t need to feel sorry about it. He was the one who should be apologizing to her.

She had only offered to play the piano as a favor for her aunt Silvia. She’d even dressed in her most demure clothes and put on a ridiculous pillbox hat so as not to embarrass her.

In just another few days, she would be rid of Amity and its small town mindset forever, and on plane to Marina, CA. She would start work in a publishing house based over there and build her career. She would also be free from the two memories that haunted her?her mother’s long, and ultimately terminal illness two years ago, and Max’s betrayal that followed shortly after.

Max.? They had been dating for a year when he announced that he was in love with another woman? her best friend, no less. It had brought her whole life crashing down around her, and the memory still bit at her whenever she let it.

Those two events had shaped her, she knew. She had sworn that she would never again allow herself to be so vulnerable, and had built up barriers around her heart to stop anyone else from hurting her again. If she ever had another relationship, it would be on her terms alone, and with her in complete control.

She had hoped that this new, stronger, sexier attitude to life would have had men flocking to her, but instead they now seemed turned off by her attitude and the shield she had constructed around her heart. So she had started dressing in more and more revealing clothes to give herself some sort of power over men. She found herself getting a kick out of the way they would be drawn to her, and then how she would cut them down with her tongue.

Perhaps that was why she had been so riled by the sermon. The pastor seemed so sure of himself, so sure that the only way to be truly happy in a marriage was for the woman to submit to her man.

Deep down inside she knew that she had once been happy in a relationship just like that. She would have done anything for Max. He had once even spanked her, playfully, for being so willful. Her bottom had ached for days after, but it had worked. She hadn’t disrespected him in quite the same way again, and somehow that had made her happy. The certainty of knowing who was in charge ? ’she hadn’t felt that for a long time.

But that Stacy was long gone. Now she was in control of her own life, and no man would ever be her master. And she certainly wouldn’t let herself be lectured by a jumped up pastor who thought he knew what was best for her.

After the service was over, she gathered up her sheet music and chatted politely to the choir as they complimented her on her piano playing. Then they bustled her out of the side door and across the gravel car park to the church hall and a welcome cup of coffee.

Finally, he came in, smiling and hugging some of the congregation as he made his way over to the coffee queue. She started working her way through to crowd towards him. As she did so, her eyes caught his. They were bright blue, she noticed, and shone out in contrast to his dark brown hair. Somehow, he managed to exude a strong, authoritative air even in these innocuous surroundings. It made her nervous. Despite herself, she felt butterflies in her stomach as she approached him. She struggled to remember the last time a man had had an impact on her like this.

But as she reached him, her anger flared once more. She was here to tell him a few home truths.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever heard such sexist, out-of-date rubbish in my whole life!”

“What?”

Why did his voice have to have such a rich, deep tone to it? This would be a lot easier if he was just a little bit less attractive.? She swallowed hard.? “Your sermon. Trying to tell women like me that they should be subservient to men like you. I don’t know how you live with yourself with views like that.”

“I’m sorry you don’t like it.? But that i’s what the Bible teaches.”

She was about to bite back again when she suddenly realized that the whole hall had gone quiet. A hundred or more church members were politely pretending not to notice her tirade, while obviously waiting to see exactly how their pastor dealt with it.

“Shall we take this into my office?”? He motioned her towards a thick wooden door at the far end of the hall.?

“Okay.” It felt like she was allowing him a small victory, but once she was inside his office there would be no reason for her to hold back. She could tell him exactly what she thought of him without being the center of attention for the whole room.

She turned on her heel and strode towards the office, assuming he would follow her, and swung her hips defiantly in his direction as she did so. This pastor wouldn’t know what hit him.

*****

Mark followed her to his office. Someone seriously needed to teach this woman a lesson or two. First she threatened to disrupt his service, then she caused a scene while everyone was happily drinking their coffee. Now she was deliberately flaunting her very well proportioned rear end as she strode away. He wondered whether he would have to apply his hand to that backside to ensure she remembered the lesson he would teach her.

He opened the heavy office door and let her in. She immediately stalked in ahead of him and, without waiting for a by your leave, perched her backside onto the edge of his leather inlaid desk, crossed her arms and glared at him.

Quietly, he shut the office door behind him, closeting them away from the buzz in the hall, turned the key loosely in the lock and stared back at her. “You like making a scene, don’t you?”

“Only when I need to confront a sexist man like you.”

“It’s not sexist to believe in a traditional marriage.” He couldn’t believe the gall of this woman. She was now throwing accusations at him in his very office!

“And I suppose that’s how you expect your wife to behave, is it? Do you expect her to submit to you in all things?”

“Yes, except that I’m not married.”

“Oh. I’d assumed?.” She paused for a moment.

The revelation that he wasn’t married seemed to surprise her, and he felt her quickly run her eyes over him, as if seeing him in a new light.? “But I will,” he said. “When I’m married, which will be whenever I meet the right woman, it will be the traditional way, with the man as the head of the household. The woman has her role, of course. A marriage will not work without her strength and support. And there must always be love.”

“And if this wife doesn’t want to submit?? What if she disobeys?? Will you punish her?”

“Yes, if that’s what it takes.”

“Well, I feel sorry for whoever marries you.”

“It’s not like that. Discipline isn’t just there for the sake of it. It is for a woman’s own good. God punishes those he loves so that they can learn to follow him more closely.? Look at Job in the Bible, or King David. It’s the same with us humans in marriage. If the husband loves his wife, he must also be willing to discipline her. For her own good.”

Despite himself, Mark found himself enjoying the exchange. The fiery redhead in front of him had so much passion in her, so much spirit. She needed taming, but it had been a long time since he had enjoyed talking to a woman the way he was right now.

“And how will you discipline her?”

“I’ll spank her.? I’ll put her over my knee and spank her until her bottom is red raw.? And you know what I think?? I think the woman I marry will grow to appreciate the discipline.”

“You’d spank a grown woman?”

“Absolutely.? When she deserves it.”

He could see that she was getting herself worked up again into a self-righteous fury. He eyes were glinting and her chin was jutting out. If anything, it made her look prettier.? Concentrate, he thought to himself.

“What do you mean?? What could a woman do to deserve a spanking?”

“Well, behaving like you have been today, for a start. Holding up the service then making a scene in front of everyone. If you want my opinion, the way you’ve acted today just calls out for a spanking.”

He paused for a moment to let that sink in before continuing. “You had no right to disrupt my service like that. You were in church! And to raise your voice at me in front of the good people of Amity Family Baptist Church, while they were having a coffee? it shows just how little respect you have for me, or them, or the church. Oh, and don’t think I didn’t notice how you swung your hips at me. Those clothes might be just the right side of decent, but there is no place for people flaunting their body in the church hall! Yes, you definitely deserve a spanking and I hope your father will do just that when you get back home today.”

“He’s out of town.” Faced with such a list of her misdemeanors, she suddenly looked a little sheepish.

He thought for a moment. Clearly, her father couldn’t teach her the lesson that she so sorely needed. Discipline had to happen immediately, or it was meaningless. His father had taught him that. He flexed his hand briefly. There really did seem to be no other option. This was his church after all.

“Then I suppose I will have to do it.”

“Have to do what?”

He took two big steps to close the distance between them and grabbed her wrist in his big hand, gently, but with enough force to turn her around so she was facing away from him over his desk. Then with his other hand pressed firmly on her back, he bent her forward so that she was in the perfect position, her jeans stretched tight across her rounded backside as it presented itself ready for spanking.

She made no sound as he spun her around, perhaps shocked that he had moved so quickly, so decisively. He lifted his right hand and brought it down sharply on her backside four times in quick succession, twice on each cheek beneath the jeans. With each spank, she let out a quiet “Oh!” of surprise and pain as the crack of his hand against her behind resounded around his office.

The jeans would probably shield her from the sting of his spanking, and there was little chance of leaving a mark, but that didn’t matter.? What mattered was that she realized that what she had done was unacceptable.

?After the fourth slap, he bent down and whispered into her ear. “I’m not doing this to hurt you, but to teach you. Never behave like that in my church again, or in any other church.”

Then, lifting her up, he spun her around to where she had been before, backside planted firmly back onto the desk. The whole episode had taken less than twenty seconds.

To be honest, he had expected more resistance. He had expected her to writhe and moan and tell him what a misogynist he was. But now the look in her eye was more complex than that. The fire was still there, but so was something more vulnerable. Had the bravado all been a cover for her more sensitive side?

Suddenly, more than anything else, he wished he knew what was going on in this beautiful woman’s mind.

*****
Stacy thought she must be in some kind of shock. He had spanked her. More than that, she had let him!

She reached behind her to touch where his hand had smacked her. It tingled now rather than hurt, and she would be surprised if it left even the faintest of marks. What did hurt was the knowledge of how meekly she had accepted it. Even now, she should be reacting with outrage, ripping into him with a verbal volley of abuse. But she wasn’t.

Instead, she found herself staring up at him as he stood there so proudly, remembering how it felt to have him take control of her so easily. What was wrong with her?

“You spanked me.” It was all she could think to say.

“Yes, I did. You deserved it, the way you behaved. I hope it made you think again about causing a scene like that.”

“I should hate you for what you just did to me.”

“But you don’t. I think that something within you knew that it was what you deserved for the way you have behaved today. It’s a shame, because you’re a beautiful, intelligent woman. There’s no need for you to behave like that.”

This conversation was not going how she had planned. She should be hurling abuse at him for the way he had so masterfully taken her and spanked her backside, but she wasn’t. Instead, she found herself flattered by his attention.

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?”

“Yes, I think you are very beautiful.” He said it so simply that she felt herself responding to him despite herself.

“No one has ever told me that before.”

“No one? I find that hard to believe.”

“Well, just my parents, I guess. And my first boyfriend.? But he was only after one thing, you know, so it didn’t really count.”

He gazed at her with those steely blue eyes. Despite her outrage, she found herself drawn to the man. There was something about his authority, something about the simple way he just said what he believed and did what he thought was right. It was magnetic.

“So I was wondering,” he said, “are you free next Wednesday evening?”

“What? I guess?.” Was he asking her out on a date? Less than a minute after spanking her? He certainly had chutzpah.

“Good. I’d like to take you out to dinner. I’ll pick you up at 7:00.”

“Sure.” And that was that. She had accepted a date from a man who had spanked her, and probably would do it again if she gave him an opportunity. A very attractive man, certainly, but not the sort of man she had been looking for.

“I still don’t agree with you, you know. A woman shouldn’t have to submit to her husband. I would never promise to submit. It’s just wrong.”

He turned, unlocked the study door and motioned her out. “Well, I guess that leaves us some things to discuss on Wednesday evening.”

She walked out, keeping her head held high. The tingle in her backside was now fading, but the memory of his firm hand was still strong in her mind. “Until Wednesday evening, then,” she said as she passed him. If nothing else, it would be an interesting evening, she was sure of that.

As she made her way out through the hall and into the windy day outside, she wondered whether she should have told him that Wednesday night was her last night in Amity before she moved home to her new job in California.

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30 reviews for Vow to Submit

  1. mc

    Very poor story. There was no development of each character. Left me with more questions than answers.

  2. mc

    Very poor story. There was no development of each character. Left me with more questions than answers.

  3. Meg

    This was a very short, but sweet story. I could not consider it a true spanking story as the spankings were few and over clothing. There was not a great deal of depth in the story and I, for one, enjoy discovering more about the characters and how they live their lives. For what it was, it was a nice. There were quite a few grammatical errors throughout which tended to break up the easy read. If you enjoy light, domestic discipline stories then you will enjoy this one as well.

  4. Meg

    This was a very short, but sweet story. I could not consider it a true spanking story as the spankings were few and over clothing. There was not a great deal of depth in the story and I, for one, enjoy discovering more about the characters and how they live their lives. For what it was, it was a nice. There were quite a few grammatical errors throughout which tended to break up the easy read. If you enjoy light, domestic discipline stories then you will enjoy this one as well.

  5. Anonymous

    A bit weak

  6. Anonymous

    A bit weak

  7. JK

    This was a really good, quick story! Our two main characters have different views on marriage roles. They most definitely clash in some fun scenes! I enjoyed the writing and the characters in this story. I do wish it had been a little bit longer. It would be fun to hear more about how this twosome enters into the next chapter of their lives. Perhaps there will be a sequel?!!

  8. JK

    This was a really good, quick story! Our two main characters have different views on marriage roles. They most definitely clash in some fun scenes! I enjoyed the writing and the characters in this story. I do wish it had been a little bit longer. It would be fun to hear more about how this twosome enters into the next chapter of their lives. Perhaps there will be a sequel?!!

  9. KatD (verified owner)

    week sort of going through the motion story

  10. KatD (verified owner)

    week sort of going through the motion story

  11. ScarlettPhoenix

    Feminist Stacy cannot believe Pastor Mark still believes a woman should submit to her man. And, thus begins the courtship between them. It\\\’s a sweet, short story. I thought Stacy changed her mind a little too quickly but I guess the power of love is very strong.

  12. ScarlettPhoenix

    Feminist Stacy cannot believe Pastor Mark still believes a woman should submit to her man. And, thus begins the courtship between them. It’s a sweet, short story. I thought Stacy changed her mind a little too quickly but I guess the power of love is very strong.

  13. SH

    This story was shorter than what I usually prefer but it was very sweet. I enjoyed the characters and it had me laughing a couple of times. It was a lot of fun to watch their relationship develop and move into a DD marriage.

  14. SH

    This story was shorter than what I usually prefer but it was very sweet. I enjoyed the characters and it had me laughing a couple of times. It was a lot of fun to watch their relationship develop and move into a DD marriage.

  15. Stacy

    A sweet, short story about traditional roles vs. modern feminism. I thought the characters were good together, but wished the spanking scenes were a little longer. Truly, if her spankings were as short as described, she should not have been scared to say her vows.

  16. Stacy

    A sweet, short story about traditional roles vs. modern feminism. I thought the characters were good together, but wished the spanking scenes were a little longer. Truly, if her spankings were as short as described, she should not have been scared to say her vows.

  17. Laurel Lasky (verified owner)

    This was a short story but a fun read especially if you like reading about DD lifestyles.

  18. Laurel Lasky (verified owner)

    This was a short story but a fun read especially if you like reading about DD lifestyles.

  19. Connie (verified owner)

    I really like this heartwarming story about a young pastor, Mark, and Stacy. Stacy is a young feminist and Mark a pastor with very traditional views. They fall in love and want to get married, but can she repeat the vow to obey and submit to her husband. I enjoyed the story and the characters

  20. Connie (verified owner)

    I really like this heartwarming story about a young pastor, Mark, and Stacy. Stacy is a young feminist and Mark a pastor with very traditional views. They fall in love and want to get married, but can she repeat the vow to obey and submit to her husband. I enjoyed the story and the characters

  21. Arleen (verified owner)

    \”\\\”\”This story had a unique story line. It was all about the heroine\\\’s decision to leave obey in the marriage ceremony knowing that she was entering a DD relationship. It was well written and I loved the characters. \\\”\”\”

  22. Arleen (verified owner)

    “””This story had a unique story line. It was all about the heroine’s decision to leave obey in the marriage ceremony knowing that she was entering a DD relationship. It was well written and I loved the characters. “””

  23. Debbie (verified owner)

    \”\\\”\”This was a quick and sweet story. Mark and Stacy both know where they want the relationship to go. The only thing stopping Stacy is the word obey. She has to decide if she can commit to a DD relationship and agree to obey the man she loves.\\\”\”\”

  24. Debbie (verified owner)

    “””This was a quick and sweet story. Mark and Stacy both know where they want the relationship to go. The only thing stopping Stacy is the word obey. She has to decide if she can commit to a DD relationship and agree to obey the man she loves.”””

  25. Cindy (verified owner)

    I really enjoyed it. A well written Christian viewpoint of the subject with no profanity or sexuality other than regular romance and spanking. Sweet story and good characters.

  26. Cindy (verified owner)

    I really enjoyed it. A well written Christian viewpoint of the subject with no profanity or sexuality other than regular romance and spanking. Sweet story and good characters.

  27. lana (verified owner)

    Very cute and clean love story..the love growing between them is great

  28. lana (verified owner)

    Very cute and clean love story..the love growing between them is great

  29. Margaret Corcoran (verified owner)

    I really liked this sweet story. The characters are real and very human and well written. The descriptions are lovely with lots of love between two nice people. There is some christian philosiphy but it adds to the story rather that distracts from it. I highly recommend this story.

  30. Margaret Corcoran (verified owner)

    I really liked this sweet story. The characters are real and very human and well written. The descriptions are lovely with lots of love between two nice people. There is some christian philosiphy but it adds to the story rather that distracts from it. I highly recommend this story.

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