today’s book: Meet Me on the Porch by Erin Stevenson Quint
We are moving right along on our summer-long Road Trip Reads Giveaway where we will be visiting all 50 states on the pages of recently released books. Because road trips are always better with friends – and books – right? So grab your fave snacks, a cold soda or bottled water, an upbeat playlist and let’s head back East!
today’s stop: Vermont
MEET ME ON THE PORCH by Erin Stevenson Quint
GENRE: Contemporary Romance (Christian)
PUBLISHER: White Rose Publishing
RELEASE DATE: May 13, 2022
Brynne Lockwood has come home to Brattleboro, Vermont after a humiliating job loss. She’s weary and broken, and still hasn’t truly forgiven herself for a former unhealthy relationship with long-lasting consequences. She doesn’t believe that she deserves anything good and can’t imagine that God could ever use her.
After recovering from a shattering loss, Pastor Adam Johnston is on his way to a new assignment. A mix-up takes him and his baby daughter to beautiful southern Vermont. If he stays, he’ll face opposition, but God has prepared his heart for ministry, and he’s committed to serving there.
Adam and Brynne connect quickly and unexpectedly, but circumstances demand that they be cautious.
Now, you are invited to join Adam and Brynne on the porch at her grandparents’ home—a special place where you’ll experience their joy as Adam and Brynne build a friendship rooted in Biblical principles, find healing for their wounds, and discover God’s plan for their lives.
Nothing said home like the aroma of homemade bread. Brynne Lockwood didn’t even realize she was hungry until she came through the kitchen door of her grandparents’ Vermont farmhouse. Sure enough, four golden-brown loaves sat cooling on the kitchen counter. If she couldn’t have blueberry crumble, Gramma’s fresh-baked bread was the next best thing.
“Mmmm,” she said as she drew in a deep breath.
Gramps followed her in. When the train had pulled into the station, it had been easy to spot him in the small crowd gathered on the platform. Douglas Lockwood hadn’t bowed to age. He still stood head and shoulders above the rest.
“I know.” He laughed. “I never get tired of that smell.” He headed up the back stairs with her luggage.
Brynne just had to have some bread but knew better than to disturb the fresh loaves. She spied the breadbasket with its terrycloth covering. There was half a loaf, already sliced. She dumped her things on the floor, lifted a thick piece, dipped the spreader into the blue crock, and slathered a thick layer of apple butter onto the bread. She closed her lips around the heavenly treat and moaned.
Why had she stayed away for almost three years?
She took another bite, and the soft, sweet, creamy butter oozed out of her lips on both sides and dripped down her chin onto her hand. Brynne giggled. This was the only way to eat homemade bread.
The back door opened, and she crammed the rest of the piece into her mouth. What made her do that? It wasn’t like Gramma would care.
Oh, no. Gramma wasn’t alone. She was accompanied by a tall man with dark hair and glasses holding a baby girl who had a cloud of white-blond curls.
Merciful heavens, but he was gorgeous, with a capital-G. And Brynne’s cheeks were stuffed full of bread, and she had apple butter all over her face. She looked down at a stain on her comfiest jeans. They were faded almost to the point of being threadbare, but perfect for a travel day, paired with a plain gray t-shirt and an oversized maroon hoodie she’d had for years.
So much for first impressions.
“Brynne! You’re home!” Gramma held out her arms.
Brynne swallowed as quickly as she could and swiped at her greasy face. Where was a napkin when she needed one? “Hi, Gramma.” The words came out kind of croaky. She tried to ignore Adonis and turned her head to avoid getting butter on Gramma’s jacket.
“How was your trip? This is our new pastor, Adam Johnston, and his daughter, Lace. This is my granddaughter, Brynne.”
“Nice to meet you, Brynne.”
Oooh, he had a deep, yummy voice. Brynne’s face flamed. What was wrong with her? This was a pastor, a married dad-pastor. She wanted to jump away from Gramma in case God struck her dead with a bolt of lightning.
Brynne choked down the rest of the bread and reached for the pastor’s outstretched hand when she realized hers was still all buttery. Could this get any more awkward?
She grabbed a towel, did her best to clean it off, and then offered a weak shake. “Nice to meet you, too,” she mumbled. She managed a brief glance at him and saw unmistakable mirth in his eyes. No wonder. A glob of apple butter had dripped from her chin onto her sweatshirt.
Erin Stevenson Quint, Meet Me on the Porch
White Rose Publishing, © 2023. Used by permission.
Erin Stevenson Quint is offering an ebook copy of Meet Me on the Porch and a $10 Amazon gift card to one of my readers! (Void where prohibited by law or logistics.) This giveaway is subject to Reading Is My SuperPower’s giveaway policies which can be found here. Enter via the Rafflecopter form below.
What about you? What makes you want to read Meet Me on the Porch by Erin Stevenson Quint? Have you ever visited Vermont?