Love Faith & Tender Kisses

By Lisa Renee, Milla Holt, Meredith Resce and 4 more

Boy meets girl. Man meets woman. Sparks fly. All good love stories start here and usually face a myriad of challenges before the young couple find that together they are better. This set of Contemporary Christian romance stories come from writers across both sides of the pond and Downunder, proving that romance is not only a sweet thing, it's global. Here's a set of stories to inspire, encourage faith, and meet all the warm-fuzzy expectations.

 

In this boxset, you'll receive a total of seven novellas from these popular Christian Romance authors:

 

Fake Engagement Mistake © 2021 by Lisa Renee

Last Flight Home © 2021 Milla Holt

Falling for Maddie Grace © 2021 Meredith Resce

The Billionaire's Impromptu Bet © 2021 Lorana Hoopes

His Perfect Catch © 2021 Narelle Atkins

Originally Yours © 2021 Carolyn Miller

Imperfectly Proverbs 31 © 2021 Autumn Macarthur

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Collaborative Press
• Release date: Mar 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201485238

Lisa Renee

Lisa Renee adds love and laughter to every page of her romantic comedies. With a knack for multi-tasking, or shall we say multiplying, she has seven children to prove it. But these days, instead of breeding humans, Lisa has taken up breeding Ragdoll cats.   Lisa and her furry family live in Australia, where she loves coming up with swoon-worthy stories filled with awkward moments, and co-interviewing authors for the podcast, Behind the Story with Naomi and Lisa.

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FAKE ENGAGEMENT MISTAKE

LISA RENEE

CHAPTER ONE

PAUL STANDFORD’S ELDERLY client turned the shoebox upside down, and receipts rained onto his mahogany desk. What in tarnation? The whirling fan above scattered several wisps of paper to the floor. Paul snapped his jaw shut. The man slapped his weathered hands over the pile. This is all I could find.

Paul turned off the fan and returned to his desk. Let me get this straight, Mr. Wilcox. You haven’t done a tax return in three years? He pinched a creased slip of paper between his fingers and squinted at the faded gas receipt. These are all the records you’ve kept for your lawn mowing business?

Deep-set brown eyes peered at him in innocence. He didn’t appear to be a fraudulent tax criminal, but obviously, bookkeeping wasn’t his superpower.

I’m sure there are lots of other expenses, but I keep forgetting to keep receipts. I didn’t do a vehicle logbook either. No one told me I needed to.

Paul folded his hands. That’s no problem. I’ll work with what you have. The only thing is, the more hours I spend on preparing your tax returns, the more it will cost you. Do you plan to return with the total of the receipts and the information I've listed here— He ripped off the page of his scribbled notes. —or do you want me to take care of this?

Mr. Wilcox scratched behind his ear and sat straight. I’d rather leave it with you and not give it a second thought. I find the whole thing bothersome, which is why it’s taken me this long to stop by.

That's okay. I have a few jobs today, but I'll have this completed first thing Monday. We'll make an appointment, and you can come in and sign the documents. I assume you don’t do PDF signing or scan documents?

The lines in Mr. Wilcox’s forehead deepened like ripples in beach sand. What does PDF mean?

He waved his hand. It’s not important. Come in on Monday lunchtime, and I’ll lodge these tax returns for you.

Mr. Wilcox scraped his chair as he stood, rubbed his palms down his muddied work pants, and held out a hand. Thanks, Paul. I’ll sleep better knowing my taxes will get taken care of.

Paul glanced at the dirty hand and shook it. Any time. I’m glad to be of service. Don’t let it build up next time. Paul winked. And I’ll give you a complimentary divider file to keep your receipts nice and neat for the next financial year.

Paul showed him to the door and waved goodbye.

His mood lifted when he found Jake Mardell sitting in the waiting room. Hey, bud. I forgot you had an appointment.

Jake stood to his full six-foot frame and gave Paul a friendly clap on the shoulder. I won’t take offense. Good to see you too.

Paul chuckled and gestured to the padded chair in his office. He closed the door and faced his childhood friend. I’m relieved to see you don’t have a shoebox.

Jake raised a brow. Am I missing something?

Paul smirked, sat in his swivel chair, and leaned forward. I love the people of Clear Creek County, but sometimes, I have to roll my eyes at the older folks’ ideas of bookkeeping.

Jake slipped out a USB drive from his pocket and slid it across the desk. It bumped into Paul’s keyboard. I could’ve sent a Dropbox link but thought I’d do it the old-fashioned way.

You’re awesome. Paul stuck the USB drive into his computer port and loaded the file. How’s business?

Quoting has increased on council landscaping projects, so I'll be able to take on more employees.

Paul threaded his fingers through his thick hair. Be careful. You might find it more economical to contract before you commit to putting people on the payroll. It’s better to wait for a steady increase in work. That way, you don’t have to let people go and pay more than you’ve accounted for.

Jake rubbed his stubbled chin and nodded. True.

Paul scooted his office chair to the filing cabinet and selected a form. He rolled back to the desk and passed the paper and a pen to Jake. Can you itemize your assets used for business and their estimated value? It would save me research time and reduce accounting fees. I have your utility details from last year, so I’ll depreciate according to the standard rate. I’ll only note large purchases and make sure you've entered them into the correct categories in QuickBooks.

Sure. Jake pulled the form closer and scrunched his brows. This won’t take long. Most of the items I bought were under three hundred dollars. He looked to the ceiling and back to the paper, then scribbled notes.

Are you coming to the pool game tonight? Paul leaned back in his chair.

Jake finished writing and passed the paperwork. I’ll be there. Ethan too.

He scoffed. Ethan thinks he’ll beat me this week. He’s dreaming.

Jake laughed. The guy’s getting better. Don’t put it past him. And he’s sneaky enough to distract the opposition by asking awkward personal questions.

Thanks for the warning. Paul glanced at the form and placed it in a manila folder. If your file’s in order, I’ll email you the assessment and total tax deductions.

Jake rubbed the back of his neck. I hope you’re able to reduce the taxes. I’m still paying off Dad’s medical bills.

Paul’s stomach dropped. To spend all that money on cancer treatment and still lose his dad in the fight. The repayments must be a painful reminder. I’m sorry you have debt on your shoulders. More sorry that—he’s gone.

Jake stood, leaving the chair swinging. He glanced at the floor. Mom and I are thankful he isn’t suffering anymore.

Paul swallowed. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose one of his parents and them not be around to see him married with kids. Was that why his parents kept pestering him to settle down? Did they think they would miss out on becoming grandparents? Twenty-eight wasn’t old. He had plenty of time to find the right woman.

Thanks for helping out with my taxes. Jake gave a polite smile. I’ll see you tonight. 

Paul nodded. Who else is going?

Tommy and his sister. He scrunched his brows. About ten people said they would come.

Paul’s heart skipped a beat. Tommy’s sister. No longer the little girl he used to prank. Becca had grown up. Back then, five years difference in age seemed like another generation. But now—

Should be a great night. I’ll be there. For some reason, Paul had an extra burst of energy to get through the afternoon—something to look forward to.

BECCA HENDERSON PLUNGED the wide rake over the snow and pulled it back, creating a satisfying grill pattern. An empty ski lift chair rounded the corner and passed her. She threw out the rake and drew it toward her a second time, leveling the snow-covered ground.

The morning sun rays bounced off the mountain, but her tinted googles reduced the glare. Every day at the ski resort looked like Christmas or a page out of Narnia. Pine trees clustered on the left, like they’d been dipped in white frosting and plopped onto the creamy slopes.

She breathed in a contented sigh. Peace enveloped her soul as fog puffed from her mouth. She loved this job, no matter how mundane Mom thought it was. To earn a salary while enjoying God's landscape brought her satisfaction. And what a bonus to have access to thirty ski resorts in Denver as part of her employer benefits.

Loveland Resort lay only minutes away from her home in Georgetown, Clear Creek County, and she loved living in the center of several small towns like Idaho Springs and Evergreen.

Becca dug in her snowboots step-by-step as she returned to the cabin office. She closed the door behind her, tugged off her gloves, and warmed her hands in front of the heater. She scooped a handful of trail mix and tilted her head back, letting the flavors of cranberries, raisins, and cashews tantalize her taste buds.

On her cell, she had three unread messages—the first text from Mom.

Have you contacted the school about first semester classes? Time is running out. You need a better education so you can get a respectable job.

Becca let out a frustrated breath and shook her head. At twenty-three, wasn’t she old enough to decide on a future career? According to Mom, working at a ski resort didn’t cut it. When she mentioned to her parents that she might consider studying psychology or counseling, they jumped on the idea of college—but studying for years and having to pay back a huge debt? Couldn’t she remain at the ski resort, meet a special guy one day, settle in Clear Creek County, and start a family as some of her high school friends? Sure, most had left and hadn’t returned like Emily, who had pursued her acting career and had broken Ethan’s heart. She touched her cheek. Such a shame. They had been so good together. Ethan had dated several women, but apparently, none compared to Emily.

Becca tapped on the screen, and her thumb hovered over the keys. How should she respond to Mom? Could she confront her parents and explain her desire for a simple life? They should be pleased to have her stay rather than leave for Denver, where they would hardly see her.

She wanted to make them proud. Her parents had been good to her over the years. Dad and Mom always gave great advice and knew how to convince her to make practical decisions. Their wisdom and guidance had kept her from dodgy relationships, like the time she dated Harrison. Ten months of breaking up and going back to him, until finally, the rose-colored glasses had fallen away, and she saw the things Mom had pointed out to her about him. She should’ve listened to her parents instead of wasting time in a dead-end relationship. Thank goodness she hadn’t gotten engaged to the guy. She’d broken up with him just before he’d gone ring shopping. After she’d sat him down and explained how they didn’t have the same beliefs and convictions, peace had washed over her.

The intercom crackled from the cabin’s ground level. Becca, it’s time to swap and have your lunch break. Theresa’s voice echoed through the speaker.

Okay. I’ll be down soon.

She'd reply to Mom’s text later. She clicked on a message from the young adult group at church. They planned a get-together for a game of pool tonight. Becca could almost feel the fireplace warming her fingertips while in the good company of her childhood friends and it warmed her heart. 

Maybe one of them could help her brainstorm an idea of how she could stay in Clear Creek County without disappointing her parents. Yes, she had to find a way, no matter what.

CHAPTER TWO

PAUL BENT OVER THE pool table and lined his cue stick an inch from the white ball. Becca and Sarah crouched behind the end corner pocket, making faces in a poor attempt to get him to miss his shot. Whose idea was it to play doubles? Tommy’s, most likely. He liked to save his pennies. The place was packed tonight, and it saved money to share tables.

Paul smiled at the girls and shook his head. It’s not working, ladies. Be careful the ball doesn’t bounce and give you a black eye.

Becca’s smile dropped, and she stood straight. Smart girl.

Paul whacked the cue tip into the white, and it rolled into the black ball. He held his breath as the eight edged toward the pocket. He gripped his stick, almost strangling it. The ball sunk with a thud. Yes!

Becca pouted. Darn. Do I really have to buy you a milkshake? She placed a hand on her hip. I’m a poor ski lift operator. You’re a rich accountant. Have mercy on the poor. I’m sure there’s a scripture about it somewhere.

Paul stretched from side to side. You still live with your parents. I have an expensive lease and a receptionist to pay.

Becca waved her finger. I see the car you drive. Don’t pretend you’ve got it rough.

Paul strode over to Bec and gave her a side hug. Tommy’s little sister. Always charming the men in your life into succumbing to your ways.

Becca pushed back on his chest. What are you talking about?

He counted on his fingers. Tommy. Your dad. Your cousin. Me on occasion. You know how to batt your eyelashes and pull the cute card on us.

She tossed her hair then crossed her arms against her chest.

Tommy sauntered to the end of the pool table. It’s true, sis. He grinned. You always have a scheme to win.

Becca rolled her eyes. She dragged herself back to Sarah, put her arm around her friend, and waved her other hand. Yeah, whatever.

Paul raised a brow. Was it my imagination, or did the table shake when Sarah’s ball sat on the edge of the pocket?

A slow smile crept up Becca’s cheeks, and her eyes shined under the fluorescent globe dangling on chains above the table. I'm almost certain it was tectonic plates rubbing together.

Tommy scoffed. Wrong part of the country, sis. 

Anyway, I don’t have Dad wrapped around my finger, or he’d side with me and convince Mom it’s a bad idea to send me to Denver.

Paul’s laugh stopped in his throat. He leaned on his cue stick. Why would you move to the city? You love your job.

I know, right? Becca fluttered her eyelashes at her brother. Maybe you can talk to Mom and Dad.

I tried. I told them, you’re not a little girl anymore, and you should make your own decisions. Why not move out? I did at your age, and Mom backed off.

I don’t get it. Why Denver? Paul asked.

Becca let out an exasperated sigh. They want me to go to college. I don’t even know what career sounds worth three to five years of studying. What if I end up hating the job? I mentioned counseling, and Mom jumped on it like a bulldog. But I don’t have enough life experience. I would be one of those psychologists who give people advice but have no clue what they’re talking about.

Paul collected the balls from the pockets, and Sarah helped at the other end.

He shrugged. Why don’t you simply tell them what you’re telling us.

Becca lifted her palms. I have—several times. I want to be respectful. And they may be right about this. But what if I finish my studies, get married, and have kids right away? I would have this huge debt to pay for no good reason.

Becca often volunteered in the nursery at church. She looked good with a baby on her hip. Usually, within minutes, she could settle a grizzly toddler. It was an attractive feature—even more than her pretty face.

So, what are you gonna do? Sarah asked. Enrolments open soon.

Becca squinted at her brother. I’ll have to plan one of those schemes I’m well known for. Becca snapped her head toward Paul and stared for several seconds.

Heat swirled around his neck. Why was she staring so intensely at him? He frowned. What’s going on in that head of yours? You’re making me nervous. He shifted on his feet.

She curled her index finger, gesturing at him, and slowly approached like a cat creeping toward its victim.

Am I in trouble? He eyed his friend. Tommy. Rescue me, man. Your sister has that look again. Like the time she got us to jump over Mrs. Baxter’s fence, and the sheriff busted us for trespassing.

Becca’s lips twitched as she gazed up at him. I thought you forgave me. One neat eyebrow rose. Anyhow, I didn’t twist your arm and make you do it.

The scent of strawberries curled around him. He gazed into her big brown eyes, sinking into quicksand, ready to agree to whatever request she had.

He licked his dry lips. Becca, he whispered. Whatever your idea is, I already sense it’s gonna get me in trouble.

She tilted her head. Don’t you want to help your friend's little sister stay in Clear Creek County? Wouldn’t you miss me?

His heart pounded against his rib cage. More than he’d like to admit. He let out a shaky breath. What’s your idea?

She skipped back and clapped her hands in delight.

He raised his brows. I didn’t say yes.

Yet. This from Tommy.

Sarah racked the balls into the triangle. Are we playing doubles again?

Tommy nodded. I’ll team up with you and let these two work on their scheme.

Paul rubbed the back of his neck. I haven’t agreed to any scheme. Plus, what’s in it for me, Bec?

Becca tapped her chin with a long fingernail. Mmmm. Her eyes bolted wide. I know. Your parents keep hassling you to settle. What if—?

Paul’s pulse sped up. What in the world was this woman talking about?

You could pretend to date me. She bounced in excitement like the plan was unfolding in her brain. Becca pointed both forefingers in a showdown, her mouth opened in an O, matching her round eyes. Then you propose.

Tommy bellowed a laugh to the ceiling. This is great.

Paul’s earlobes went hot. He wasn’t getting the joke. How was this at all helpful?

Tommy nodded slowly to his sister. Mom would back off because Paul earns enough money for the both of you. He scuffed Becca's hair. You’re not as silly as I thought you were. This could be your best ploy yet.

Becca patted the fuzzy strands of brown hair.

Hold on. Hold on. Paul raised his hands. You want to pretend to be my fiancé, even if the whole town and church find out, just so you don’t have to go to college?

Becca shrugged. Only for half a semester, until I miss this year's enrollment. My mom and dad will get off my case. She gestured to him. And your parents will stop hassling you too. Once we split, you'll need time too— She lifted her fingers in quotation marks. Fully recover.

Paul rubbed his forehead, sensing a headache coming on. I don’t know about this. He eyed Tommy and frowned. You’re okay with me pretending to date your sister? Wouldn't that weird you out?

Tommy shook his head. It’s only a fake relationship.

Pretend to be in love with Becca? It wouldn’t be hard for him to play the part. He liked her company. No denying he found her attractive. But Becca only saw him as Tommy’s friend or one of the group.

It would be nice to have my family stop nagging me. But you’ll be the one getting most of the benefit. He gave her a cautious smile. I would miss you if you left. Would she read into that statement? Before he could stop himself, he stumbled out the words, Okay, I’ll do it.

Sarah and Becca squealed. She hugged her friend. I’m staying!

Becca stopped and plunged into Paul, knocking him back a few steps. She bear-hugged him around his waist, her face into his chest. Thank you, she mumbled into his shirt, her warm breath seeping through, You’re the best.

He patted her back in an awkward motion. How would he go about faking a relationship when he didn’t know how to hold the woman? This was going to take some getting used to.

She stretched out her arms, still holding him. But we need a real proposal. She glanced over her shoulder to Tommy. You can be our witness.

Tommy held his palm in a stop sign. You’re not dragging me into this.

She dropped Paul’s arms and turned to her brother. You said it was a great idea. And you don’t want me to leave either. You’d miss me more than Paul would.

Tommy raised a brow and studied Paul. He couldn’t decide the meaning behind his unusual expression. Had he noticed how he had a thing for Becca? Suppressed feelings for her?

I’m not playing a part in this. You two are in this alone.

Hmmph. Becca huffed. Okay. But don’t tell Mom and Dad. Maybe we’ll joke about it in a years’ time when they get over the idea of college, and I cut the apron strings altogether.

Sarah cleared her throat. She handed Tommy a cue stick. We are paying by the hour. You break.

Tommy took the stick and walked to the other end of the table. He lifted his head to Paul. When are you proposing?

Paul blinked. Oh, man. He scrubbed his cheek. What have I gotten myself into?

Chuckling, Tommy whacked the white ball into the pack. I told you she was a schemer.

We should go on a few dates first, Becca said in all seriousness. It needs to look real. Then you can go to my father and ask for permission. Her expression brightened. Oh, he would love that. Wouldn’t he, Tommy? He’s such a traditionalist.

Paul’s throat went dry again. He glanced at his empty glass on the high table. He scratched at his neck. He couldn’t go to her dad, ask to marry his daughter, making all sorts of promises to love her forever, only to break off the engagement months later.

This is sounding more difficult by the minute. If I can build enough courage to ask your dad, you’ll need to be the one to tell him it’s off. I couldn’t face him again. We’re not having a mutual breakup. He pointed to her. It will be you breaking my heart, not the other way around. What was he saying?

She came and gave him another hug. You’re such a good sport.

Could he do this without developing strong feelings for Becca? He swallowed. With her soft body fitting so perfectly against his, it wouldn't be easy.

CHAPTER THREE

BECCA NEARLY FLOATED down the staircase. She hadn’t gone on a date in over a year. Even for a fake one, it was nice to dress up. Would Paul treat it like an actual date? Would he open the car door for her and pay for the meal?

She glided into the kitchen. Tommy leaned against the counter, chatting with Dad.

All conversations ceased when they noticed her.

You look gorgeous, sweetheart, Mom’s eyes sparkled. Where are you off to?

Becca flicked a glance at Tommy. His smirk unnerved her a little.

Here goes. On a date. She bit her lip.

Mom played with the thick ebony braid hanging over her shoulder. Oooh, do tell.

Dad stepped forward. Who’s the lucky man?

She cleared her throat. Paul.

Mom splayed her fingers across her chest. Thank goodness. I thought you were going to say, Conner. I noticed him flirting with you at the grocery store. You can do so much better than him. She gave a coy grin. And Paul— She let out a wistful sigh. —is well-educated and financially stable. Fabulous choice.

Tommy rolled his eyes and grabbed a soda from the fridge.

Dad frowned. Isn’t Paul too old for you?

Becca waved a hand. He’s Tommy’s age. And I’m an adult now. Five years is no big deal. She shrugged. Means he is mature. Established. She dipped her chin to the tiles and back to her mother. More likely to settle down sooner.

Mom’s face broke out in a smile. She touched her cheeks. Oh, honey. Do you like him that much? You never told me. I wouldn’t have guessed, you and Paul. Mom looked like she’d won the lottery.

Becca had entertained a secret crush on Paul as a teen. But not now. He was handsome, though. Quite a catch. Had he remained single because there weren’t many local girls to choose from? Slim pickings among the men too. The trend was to leave for Denver.

That’s wonderful, honey, Mom oozed. Where are you going?

Dinner. Becca tucked a loose curl back into her updo. Would Paul like how she styled her hair tonight? Had she gone overboard? Paul’s choice. He’s going to surprise me.

Sounds romantic. I’ve always liked Paul. He’s a good guy. I hope it works out and something comes of this.

If only she knew how quickly things would develop. The way Mom was talking, Becca could come back engaged tonight, and she’d be thrilled.

The doorbell chimed. Becca startled. Paul’s right on time. She nibbled on a nail. Now to put on a show for Mom and Dad.

Becca rushed to the door, nearly tripping over her mini heels. She hadn’t worn them for ages.

She swung the door wide to find Paul in a sports jacket and denim jeans. His luscious hair appeared soft to touch. His neat sideburns and freshly shaved face enhanced his angled jawline. If her high school chums could see her now, they’d be jealous. 

Hi. She smiled. You look the part.

He shifted on his feet. So do you.

His gaze traveled from her hair to her heels. I feel underdressed. We’re just going for burgers.

Her shoulders deflated. Oh.

His face went pale. But we can go to Cobbler's Steak House.

She tugged him inside. It’s fine.

No, it’s okay. The steak house will be better. More people and we can have a dance after. The rumors will spread like wildfire.

I like your way of thinking. Now, come and say hi to my parents. That’s why we're doing this, remember? Becca looped her arm through Paul's, leading dead bodyweight. Was he scared of Dad? Most likely, Mother dearest.

The bright kitchen came into view, and Mom's face outshone the light globes.

Dad. Mom. Paul wants to say a quick hello. She patted his bicep. A firm, well-sized bicep.

Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Henderson.

Tommy let out a laugh. What’s with the formality? Now you're dating my sister, have you become all polite?"

Paul’s cheeks flushed a hue of pink.

Stop it, Tommy. He might be nervous. She stood on tip-toe and kissed Paul’s cheek. My parents like you. They were just saying how ecstatic they are about us dating. She wiped the lipstick from his cheek and whispered in his ear, You’re doing great. Smile.

His Adam’s apple slid up and down his neck. His shapely lips tipped at the corners. I’m glad to hear it. How have you been, Marcus? Have you made any progress on the vintage restoration?

Dad waved his hands like an Italian as he rattled off details about modifications and whatnot. Words, meaningless to her. Mom remained fixated on Paul in admiration. Tommy reached into the fridge like he still lived at home.

Becca smoothed her hand over Paul’s arm. Anyway, Dad. We should go before they give away our reservation.

Dad smiled. Of course. You two love birds have a great time.

This was perfect. They loved Paul. She studied his manly features. He was perfect. The ideal son-in-law. They’d take the bait and swallow it in one gulp.

PAUL HANDED HIS MENU back to Macy, the teen waitress. A char-grilled steak and mashed potatoes will hit the spot, thanks.

I’ll have a Greek salad and a mushroom Bruschetta. Becca gave a sweet smile to Macy. Thank you.

You’re welcome. Macy collected her menu and returned to the kitchen.

A light globe dangled from wooden beams on a chain, creating a glow over Becca’s face. She looked like an angel tonight. A country tune filled the restaurant, setting a romantic mood. Not that he wanted to throw caution to the wind, but it would make it easier to act the part.

Paul tugged on a loose curl that had dropped to Becca’s shoulder. Your hair looks cute.

Becca rolled her eyes. Cute wasn’t the look I intended.

Paul jerked his hand back. Oops. He leaned his chest against the table. Turn to the side.

She frowned but did what he asked.

He reached across and withdrew her large hairpin. Abundant curls tumbled against her neck. His breath hitched at the sight of her beauty. There. That’s probably more the look you’re after. He swallowed. Why had he done that? As teens, he’d often pulled out her hair tie to annoy her, but now that they were older, the act seemed too intimate for friends.

Becca dipped her head and took a sip of water. Thanks.

Paul tugged at his collar. Did they need to turn down the heaters? It was hot in this place. Across the aisle, he noticed Mr. and Mrs. Baxter eating a meal together. The woman kept peeking their way. The whole town would know about Paul and Becca’s date by lunchtime tomorrow.

Paul took Becca’s hand. We’ve been noticed.

She eyed across the restaurant, and her smile grew to form a cute dimple. Perfect.

He lowered his voice. Honestly, Becca. Do we need to go through with this? I’ve known your parents all my life, and they're reasonable people. Why can’t you stand up for yourself and explain how you love your life in Clear Creek County and don’t intend to get a job outside of tourism.

Becca’s lips turned down. It’s easier said than done.

Have you told them how you feel? He brushed his thumb on the back of her hand.

I start with a long speech worked out in my head, but when I'm under the spotlight, both parents frowning at me, I lose my train of thought. They take my hesitation as an opportunity to list all the practicalities to consider about my future. How I need more income to save for a deposit on a house and pay off a mortgage. She shrugged. Before I know it, I’m saying, ‘You’re right. That makes sense.’ It’s true. I can’t afford my own house on  the money I make.

Her lashes lifted, and she studied him. That’s why an engagement to you would satisfy their arguments. You’d remove the pressure on me to pay for a house by myself. My contribution would help, of course, but I wouldn’t be able to do it as a single woman. I might not meet someone for years. I could be thirty before I get married and have kids. In the next seven years, I could get a college degree, make good money, and pay a deposit on a house. It’ll establish me for the future so I can be a stay-at-home mom.

Paul let go of her hand and leaned on his elbow. It’s right to honor your parents. I respect how you desire to please them. But there comes a time when you need to become your own person. You’re the one who has to live with the choices you make. He sat back and threaded his fingers together. What happens when one day you're married, and you need to confront your husband over something you strongly believe? It's a skill to learn—how to come into agreement or agree to disagree.

She nibbled on a thumbnail.

He folded his arms on the table. I wouldn’t care to be in a relationship with someone who grudgingly went along with whatever I said, yet beneath the surface, she despised me for the decision. This is all part of maturing and independence. Then you can make clear choices in your future household.

I didn’t see it that way. Maybe I should try again. She sighed and paused for several moments. Although they’re great people, my parents aren’t good at hiding their disappointment. Mom takes a long time to let things go. That’s why it’s easier to go along with what she says rather than listen to lecture after lecture. They don’t see money the same way or value the lifestyle I do. They don't get me. Mom makes me feel like a naive little girl. She doesn't see me as a young adult.

Paul rubbed her shoulder. Hey. You’re not naive. You’re full of spirit and passion for life.

Thanks, Paul. Her chin lifted, and her eyes crinkled at the corners.

I’d love you to stay in Clear Creek County. It would be weird without you here. I’ve got used to having you around, and this has been great, spending more time together.

Same. Becca gave a shy smile. You’re a great guy. Thanks for helping me out.

I’ll do anything I can to keep you in Clear Creek County, so you can stay at the job you love and be with your people.

So, you’ll do whatever it takes to keep me here? She tilted her head to one side and her brows angled inward. You mean it?

Paul placed his hand on his chest. From the bottom of my heart.

She crossed her arms and leaned back. Even a fake proposal?

More than happy to propose to you if that’s what you need. Even if it tortured him for her to pretend to be in love with him when she wasn’t.

Becca broke into a sparkling smile showing her white teeth. That’s what I want.

Paul swallowed. Why did he wish she meant those words for real?

Macy approached and placed a plate before each of them. The aroma of barbeque sauce and onions made his mouth water.

Thanks, Macy. He’d leave her a tip tonight. She wouldn’t make much as a teenager.

Becca licked her lips. This looks delicious.

How could she enjoy a meal without meat? Shall we pray?

Macy poured more water into their glasses and headed to another table. As Paul eyed Mrs. Baxter, her head snapped back to her food.

Becca took his hand, and goosebumps flashed over his arm. He looked into her chocolate irises, then squeezed his eyes shut. Focus. He said a quick prayer and dropped her hand like a hot coal.

You must be hungry. Becca giggled.

Mmmm. I am.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, and he let the words from Blake Shelton wash over his mind. Why did every tune have to be a country love song tonight?

Paulie. Ethan’s voice carried from across the room.

Ethan approached with an unfamiliar brunette. Another date.

Paul stood and bumped fists with his long-time friend.

Ethan eyed Becca and frowned. Are you two—? He looked back to Paul and blinked. Anyway, meet my date, Kelsey. His eyes went cross-eyed in a secret code. Did he already want to escape?

Paul took Kelsey’s hand. Nice to meet you.

Becca stood and shook her hand next. Which town are you from?

Kelsey’s voice trilled in a weird high-pitched twang, Evergreen. We met on a dating site. She gazed at Ethan. We’ll be able to see lots more of each other now that we’ve discovered we’re practically neighbors.

Becca’s eyes went wide, and she coughed. Wow. That’s great.

Ethan gritted out a smile.

Paul took his seat. Well, have a great night.

Becca joined him at the table.

Ethan crossed his arms. Are you dating Tommy’s little sister?

Becca scoffed. I’m not little anymore, Ethan.

Don’t go breaking her heart, Paul. I don’t want any sick days reported. It’s hard to get last-minute replacements. He winked.

Ethan managed Clear Creek Adventures, which had a connection to the ski resorts. Occasionally he filled in when workers called in sick.

We’re only having dinner, Paul said.

Becca gave him a bug-eyed look. It’s not just dinner, hon. She took his hands. We’ve liked each other for a while. Becca smiled at Ethan. We’ve recently found out we both feel the same way.

Kelsey touched her cheek. How sweet.

Ethan raised his brows. Tommy’s okay with all of this?

Becca pulled her hands away. Tommy’s not my father.

Paul gulped a sip of water to keep from spraying it across the table. Becca could be feisty.

Ethan cocked his head to one side. And your dad is cool with you dating Paul?

This time, Paul snapped his head. What did he mean by that? Why wouldn’t he be?

Ethan shrugged. No reason. Hey, I’ll let you two have some alone time. Unless you care to join us. His brows nearly reached his hairline. The guy looked desperate, but he wouldn’t rescue him. Ethan needed the lesson.

Alone time sounds good. He took Becca’s hands in his and smiled politely at Kelsey. We hope to see you around.

You will. She tugged on Ethan’s arm and led him away.

When they were out of earshot, Paul leaned forward and chuckled. Ethan needs to do more research before he goes on these dates.

Becca laughed. Another one bites the dust. She glanced at their hands and let go.

Paul blinked and refocused on his steak.

Ten minutes later, he slumped into the padded booth and circled his belly. Cooked to perfection. How were your—mushrooms?

Yummy. She patted the corner of her mouth with a cotton napkin.

Paul scanned the room and spotted several of his clients and people from church. It must be weird for people to see us together. I mean, we’ve known each other since we were kids.

They probably think we’re friends sharing a meal.

He tilted his head in the direction of the dancefloor. We need to get them past that.

CHAPTER FOUR

BECCA’S BELLY FLUTTERED as Paul moved her around the polished floorboards. His warm palm on her waist and the scent of his cologne were making her legs weak. She breathed him in and let herself drown in the lyrics. The disco ball flickers made her become all dreamy. A beautiful dream she didn’t desire to wake from.

Paul wore a smile on his face and had a sparkle in his eye. A couple soon to be engaged should appear more affectionate in public.

She cocked her head to one side. We are dancing.

Paul pulled her closer. I mean, we should kiss.

Her stomach somersaulted.

And not on the cheek. He grinned. Fully on the mouth.

Her eyes went wide.

He gave a mischievous smile. Am I joking or serious?

You’re joking. She put a hand to his chest. But you’re right. A couple in love would find it hard to keep their hands off each other and couldn’t resist kissing in public. It will make it more believable if we kiss right here, right now.

Paul chuckled. Now, you’re the one pulling my leg.

I’m serious. She met his curious gaze. I can be sincere when I wanna be.

Ugh. This could get awkward. His gaze darted around the room. Let’s practice over in the corner where not many people will see us. Once we’ve worked out how to make it look realistic, we can return into the crowd and perform.

Paul took her hand and led her to the back corner near the plants.

Her heart pounded in her chest. Was this actually happening?

He swung her to face him and smiled down at her. You look nervous.

I’m not nervous. You’re the one who’s scared.

He lifted his head and laughed. We’ve known each other forever, and I wouldn’t want to fake it with any other woman. He winked. "I’m not scared.

She wobbled her head. Show me, then.

Okay. First, we both need to relax and get into the moment. The way he smiled made her insides melt. Close your eyes, Rebecca.

Her eyes drifted closed, and she slid her palms to rest on his collar. 

Imagine you're with the man you’ve had a crush on since childhood. He smoothed his hands in circles across her lower back in slow motion, sending shivers down her legs. He whispered in her ear, his warm breath making concentration impossible. Then, one day, you transformed into a beautiful woman. You caught his eye, and he fell madly in love with you.

If only it were true. The part about the crush definitely was.

He brushed her hair over her shoulders. He tilted her chin with his finger.

This was it. Paul was going to kiss her. She cracked one eye open to find his nubilous gaze.

Both of her eyes flashed open.

Are you going to watch? he asked.

You’re looking.

Paul shifted on his feet. I wanna do this right.

So, do I. Could he be as nervous as her?

All right, let’s agree to both close our eyes.

Paul squinted, and a smile played upon his lips. Becca let her eyelids relax, and she sensed him moving closer, his breath tickling her cheek.

Their noses bumped. She tilted her head to the left, but he followed, and their noses brushed again. She cracked an eye open and angled to the right, and he did the same. Both of their eyes flung open.

Paul gave a soft chuckle. You go to the left, and I'll go to the right.

But my left is your right.

His smile dropped. Oh. Maybe this isn’t a good idea. Kissing in public.

She threaded her fingers behind his neck. I need you to kiss me. Her voice came out husky. Did she sound desperate?

Her lips were an inch from his. She searched his gaze for any clue that he desired her too. Once we practice, it’ll look real. She lowered her voice to a whisper. Just kiss me, Paul.

You’re sure?

Yes. And it needs to last ten seconds for people to notice. Make it look believable.

He smirked. Exactly ten?

She nodded.

His gaze caressed her face and landed on her lips, then returned to her eyes. She’d melt like a snowman if he kept looking at her with such intensity. Would he just kiss her already?

He caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers, tilted her head slightly, and lowered his mouth to hers in a gentle kiss. All breath left her lungs. He returned to her lips, and she relaxed into him, letting him lead the way. His other hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers threading through her curls, and she stifled a sigh. Way better than she’d imagined as a teen. His lips were soft, warm, gentle, and exploring hers.

She ran her fingertips down his smooth cheek, savoring every second of this dream before it ended. Her childhood crush resurrected in full force. She liked Paul more than friends. And if she was honest, she was falling in love with the guy. Had she always loved him?

Paul’s lips left hers, and light flooded her irises. They stared at each other for a long moment. Warmth radiated from him.

She swallowed. Very convincing.

He inched back. His hands slid down her arms, and he threaded his fingers in hers.

You’re a great—actress. He smiled and glanced around the room. I think enough people saw. As long as Mrs. Baxter did, the whole town will find out.

Becca turned and saw Mrs. Baxter in the restaurant section, gawking before pretending to refill her glass.

Becca peered up at him. We can move closer to the crowd. Now we’ve practiced—we could—

He brushed her nose with his finger. One kiss will do. Plenty of people would’ve seen. Our job is done here. Let me get you home.

Her shoulders slumped. Maybe Paul didn’t experience what she had. If he did, he’d kiss her over and over again.

Unless he was one of those self-controlled guys—which would make sense, given his occupation as a chartered accountant, everything measured and calculated. Was that how he had kissed her? Purposeful and calculated. Had he counted to ten in his head?

BECCA JUMPED TO HER feet, adrenaline running through her veins as she watched Paul sprinting to the goal net. He dodged an opposing player, maneuvering the soccer ball left, right, and past several men. The crowd cheered on the sidelines.

Becca bit her lip as Paul booted the ball. It flew in an arc. The goalkeeper jumped at forty-five degrees, and the ball slipped through his palms.

Yes! She bounced on her sneakers. The crowd went wild.

Paul kept running. Jake grabbed him in a headlock, ruffled his hair, and let him go. His teammates patted Paul on the back, and he turned in her direction. She waved.

Paul jogged over, his lean legs working the ground. He lifted her and swung in a circle before landing a kiss on her lips.

Whoa.

How was that? He puffed, his flushed face close to hers. He nuzzled into her earlobe and whispered, Convincing enough?

She giggled from his breath tickling her neck.

He pulled back. Or what about this? He dropped her low to the ground, her ponytail brushing the grass. He hugged her waist and pressed his mouth to hers.

Whistles from the team broke the moment, and he lifted her upright, smiling proudly.

Jake came over and tugged on Paul’s shirt. Get your head back in the game, Romeo.

Paul kept his arm around her waist. I am catching my breath.

Mouth to mouth resuscitation? Jake grinned at Becca and back to Paul. So this is the reason you’re playing a mean game.

He squeezed her to his side. Yes. I’ve got a little mascot.

She slapped his chest. I’m not little.

Sorry. I need to stop saying that. He grinned at Jake. I’ve got myself a beautiful mascot.

Jake rolled his eyes and jogged away.

Paul kissed her on the forehead, bringing the scent of his deodorant and manly perspiration. He smiled at her. See you after the game.

He let her go, and she stumbled as he left. He’d knocked her off her feet. Literally.

Sarah marched in her direction, her eyes wide. What was that all about?

Becca straightened her T-shirt and blinked. She glanced around and caught several eyes watching her.

Sarah grabbed her arm and whispered, Are you really dating Paul?

It’s all part of the act. She tightened her ponytail.

He’s doing an amazing job. Sarah’s auburn bangs shifted in the breeze. I’ve never seen Paul so outgoing.

She shrugged and looked out toward the field. He kicked a goal and must’ve got caught in the moment.

I’d say. Sarah crossed her arms and watched the game. I received three messages last night from friends who’d seen you kiss on the dance floor.

Word gets around fast, here. It’s what we hoped for. He needs to propose soon, before the enrolment deadline.

Hmph.

Becca stared at her friend’s frown. She brought her into a side hug. This is what you want too. I can stay in Clear Creek County.

I’m sorry. Sarah dropped her arms. I got a bit jealous. All my friends get the good guys, and I’m left on the shelf.

Hey. She squeezed her hold. Paul and I are pretending. I’m still your single friend. Even if I did date someone, I would always make time for you.

Sarah gave a weak smile. I know. I’m being silly. Don’t worry about me.

She took her friend’s hand in both of hers. God will bring that special man into your life. Just you wait. You don’t need lots of boyfriends. Only the one meant for you.

This time, Sarah’s smile reached her green eyes. You’re right. I don’t need to be like Ethan, dating lots of people. I need to be content in this season.

That’s more like it. She let Sarah go and watched the rest of the game.

At the end, Paul loosely hugged each of his team members and patted their backs before returning to Becca’s side.

Great game. She handed him his water bottle.

He nodded and guzzled half the container. He gestured to a picnic table. Can we talk for a minute?

Sarah pointed to Tommy. I’ll go say hi to your brother. See you at church tomorrow.

Becca gave her a weak smile. Was she okay? All right. See you then.

Paul took her hand, and she followed him to the table. A gentle breeze brushed her cheeks as the sun hid behind the clouds for a few moments. Her skin warmed as it reappeared.

Paul straddled the bench seat and patted the wood for her to sit.

She sat

Reviews for Love Faith & Tender Kisses

[Rebecca · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I loved this whole box set. Each book was beautifully written and I had a hard time putting it down!! They were all clean Christian romance stories. Most importantly, I loved how each book had a focus on God. We got to witness each of the characters going through the ups and downs of life....and how God kept working in their lives. It was a lovely masterpiece. I left each book with a happiness in my spirit. Thank you to the amazing authors for sending me on these journeys with your beautiful characters. I am looking forward to reading more from you all.

[Andrea Conner · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I absolutely loved this box set of novellas! These are sweet Contemporary Christian romances that are easy to read, but still provide all the feels! I’d highly recommend this box set to everyone.
I received an ARC of this box set, but the review is my own.

[Rebekah Deedrick · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I enjoyed the variety of this set. I’ve read some of these authors before, but not all of them. This was a marvelous introduction to new authors. Very low stakes. I really enjoyed the included stories. I don’t think there was a dud among them.

[Lisa Stillman · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Love Faith & Tender Kisses is filled with interesting clean romances. If possible, I'd give it 4.5 stars. There were a couple of the stories that I had read before, but thoroughly enjoyed re-reading. Two of the authors are favorites of mine, and I found new authors to enjoy. There is a lot of good reading for not much money in this collection. I would recommend it to readers of clean/wholesome romances and to readers of Christian romances.
I received a complimentary copy and am sharing my opinion of this fantastic collection.

[Jenny Blake · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A good boxset of stories from different locations.

Fake Engagement Mistake by Lisa Renee
This is a sweet short story by Lisa Renee. It’s the first book I have read by this author, and it left me wanting to read more.
Becca wants to stay working in the outdoors, but her parents want her to go to college. She and her bothers best friend Paul come up with an idea for a fake engagement. I really felt for Becca as I know what its like to have a parent want you to do something different to what you want. Becca also wants to please her parents and struggles with confrontations and the feeling of disappointing them. I love how the story goes from a fake relationship to both questioning their feelings. Good way to start the box set.

Last flight home by Milla Holt
I started this novella and didn’t want to stop reading. We start in Chicago and most of the story happens on the flight to England. Macey and her ex fiancé Caleb end up on the same flight and next to each other. The story tells of why they broke up and what has happened since. Caleb still loves Macey. We learn why they broke up and learn the details. I loved how the story flowed and the different things that happen on the flight. I also love the way different things were sorted out and played out. I also like that it wasn’t a quick fix and real growth happened.
I look forward to reading more books by this author.

Falling for Maddie Grace by Meredith Resce
Now here is a story I can appreciate. While I love cricket more I am an AFL fan. Maddie Grace is a umpire who has the misfortune of being knocked out by a star Zac. The media have a field day with this as Zac is also referred to as the Rev due to studying ministry and being squeaky clean. They know each other from years back when her father was the coach of Zac’s team but nothing more. Seeing this story play out was interesting. Once again, another good read.

The Billionaire’s Impromptu Bet by Lorana Hoopes
This is my least favourite story in the box set. I really struggled with the first couple of chapters. The heroine, Brie is a self-entitled, daughter of a billionaire who hasn’t worked a day in her life. The first chapter starts with her bored and her friend suggesting a bet. I know the characters are non-Christian and the author is showing the bad side of life, but I struggle with drinking and the pub scene. When we are introduced to the hero, I do like him he has good morals and character. If the book had started with his introduction, I would have handled it much better. I did enjoy the rest of the story and seeing the transformation of Brie but wish I had started at about chapter 3.

His perfect catch by Narelle Atkins
I enjoyed this story. Mia is staying in Sapphire Bay to escape Sydney and a scandal caused by her ex-fiancé. she is staying in her cousin’s beach house and next door is Pete who is renovating his own beach home.
Pete also likes fishing both by boat and of the jetty. Both are dealing with ex’s who were self-centred and needed things their way. We learn more of this as the story progresses.
I like the way the story unfolds, and while a novella it flows well and leaves me wanting more.

Originally Yours by Carolyn Miller
This is the prequel to Carolyn’s new Original Six series and we get to meet Josiah who is the bible study leader for the Chrisitan Ice hockey players. It was fun to get to know him and his story. I like Gloria and her story and watching them get together is fun. We also see how having a plan and working towards while a good goal may not always be God’s plan and that sometimes we need to change our plans.

Imperfectly Proverbs 31 by Autumn Macarthur
This is the final book in the boxset and the longest. I Loved this story. We start with Daniel who is a reporter who investigates fraud and needs to find the truth and print it. His father ended up being a con man and it affected him greatly. Sam is a blogger with a blog featured in the paper and Daniel is sent to do a follow up of the story. We see the reason for the blog and that Sam isn’t the perfect home maker and Daniel is determined to show the world she lied. There is so much more to Sam and the reasons for the blog as we learn. She didn’t actually lie intentionally but can Daniel see past this to the truth.
The story has so many layers. From dealing with how we perceive others see us. To seeing how words said as a child can have a lasting effect, to seeing how actions speak way more than words.
A lovely story that I am so glad I got to read. Will be reading more in this series.

Overall, a good boxset with stories from different settings.