Keep the Light

By ID Johnson

Can the lighthouse keeper lead Ann's broken heart home?

The last thing Jeb Miller ever expected to see washing up on the shore of his little island was the body of a woman—but there she was.

When it turns out she's still alive, he has a problem. The ports are closed, and no one will be out to see him for weeks. He'll be forced to share his little cottage with a woman who he found shackled at the wrists and ankles. Not knowing her past, he isn't sure what to think of her.

Despite her past, the more Jeb gets to know Ann, the more he wants to keep not just the lighthouse—he wants to keep her. Does she feel the same?

Formerly published in the Feisty Heroines Romance Collection of Shorts, read this bestselling historical romance and lose yourself in time—and true love!

• Language: English
• Publisher: ID Johnson
• Release date: Apr 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201592486

ID Johnson

ID Johnson wears many hats: mother, wife, editor, tutu maker, and writer, to name a few. Some of her favorite people are the two little girls who often implore that she "watch me!" in the middle of forming finely crafted sentences, that guy who dozes off well before she closes her laptop, and those furry critters at the foot of the bed at night. If she could do anything in the world, she would live in Cinderella's castle and write love stories all day while sipping Dr. Pepper and eating calorie-less Hershey's kisses. For now, she'll stick to her Dallas-area home and spending her days with the characters she's grown to love. After 16 years in education, Johnson has embarked on a new career, one as a full-time writer. This will allow her to write at least one book per month, which means many of your favorite character will have new tales to tell in the upcoming months. Look for two spin-off series of The Clandestine Saga, one staring Cassidy Findley and another involving backstories for your favorite characters. Johnson will also produce several new historical romance novels and a new sweet contemporary Christian romance series as well.

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Keep the Light

Keep the Light

ID Johnson

Copyright © 2020 by ID Johnson

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For Dawn. Thanks for your leadership!

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Epilogue

A Note From the Author

Also by ID Johnson:

Chapter 1

The rowboat swayed back and forth in the current, tipping from side to side, but never giving Jebediah Miller reason to fear being tossed into the salty sea. In his five years as lighthouse keeper, he’d made the trip from the North Channel to the South Channel Lights in all sorts of weather, and while the wind had picked up considerably since he’d left to check the station on the north side a few hours ago, it was nothing but a gentle breeze compared to the gales he’d endured during spring storms and autumn hurricanes.

In the distance, a great ship sailed back out to sea. He recalled seeing its distinctive masts a few days earlier, watched as it disappeared up the channel to the mainland. He imagined the hasty retreat had more to do with the fever he’d heard mention of the last time he’d gotten supplies than a tight schedule. He watched the sails catch the same wind that rocked him now and wished the crewmen safe passage. Only God knew what they might encounter sailing out to open waters this time of year.

Nearing the curve that would take him to his usual docking place near the small residence that sat behind the South Channel Light, or Cockspur, as the locals called it, something in the water around the edge of the tiny island caught his attention. From this angle, it was impossible to tell exactly what he was looking at, but it resembled a blanket floating on top of the water. He moved his rowboat around a bit, the muscles in his arms beginning to ache from the return trip, and arched his back, stretching his neck to see.

It was a body. At this distance, he couldn’t make out much detail, but he could recognize the form. Arms stretched over the head, hands reaching, boots poking up from the shallow surf, a shock of red hair reflecting the mid-day, August sun. It was a body—and what’s more—it was the body of a woman. Jeb was fairly unfamiliar with those, considering the isolation he’d lived in for the last five years, but he recognized a woman when he saw one, even if she was face down on the shoreline.

Muttering a curse word, he brought the boat back around to tie up. It had been a year or more since the last time he’d had to bury a soul lost at sea, but he had done it. His prior experience was with storm victims.