Harmony Lights: True Love Classics

By Mindy Klasky

A Hanukkah miracle is the only hope for transforming this small-town second chance reunion into true love.

 

Abigail Cohen got over Ethan Weiss years ago. She moved away. She became a doctor. She hardly ever thinks about her first true love.

 

But when her mother has a medical crisis, Abby must return to Harmony Springs. It's Hanukkah, and Abby is soon managing latkes and holiday candles…and a mother who seems determined to push her into Ethan's arms.

 

When Abby's unrequited love shows up on the first night of the Festival of Lights, long-buried secrets are revealed. The Jewish holiday celebrates an ancient miracle. But can any miracle heal a broken heart?

 

True Love Classics are romances by USA Today bestselling Harlequin authors, including originals and popular reissues.

 

Mindy's True Love Classics include:

Harmony Christmas
Harmony Hearts
Harmony Hero
"Harmony Lights"
Three Part Harmony
Small Town Daddy Dance
The Mogul's Unexpected Baby

 

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Peabridge Press
• Release date: Nov 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201603205

Mindy Klasky

Mindy Klasky learned to read when her parents shoved a book in her hands and told her that she could travel anywhere in the world through stories. She never forgot that advice. When Mindy isn't "traveling" through writing books, she quilts, cooks and tries to tame the endless to-be-read shelf in her home library. You can visit Mindy at her Web site, www.mindyklasky.com.

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Harmony Lights

HARMONY LIGHTS

TRUE LOVE CLASSICS

MINDY KLASKY

Peabridge Press

CONTENTS

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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1

In retrospect, it was a good thing Abby Cohen wasn’t holding a skillet of boiling oil when she answered the front door.

In fact, when the doorbell rang, she was standing in the kitchen, sprinkling salt over the first batch of latkes. Seth! Abby called out to her good-for-nothing twin. Could you grab that?

But Seth was leading a take-no-prisoners game of dreidel in the sunroom, crowing with victory as he cleared out the pot of gold-wrapped chocolate coins. He tuned out Abby as completely as he ignored the outraged wails from his trio of kids.

Bubbe! shouted Abby’s youngest niece. That’s not fair! Daddy’s taking all the gelt!

Deborah laughed from her grand-maternal roost on the couch. Her right foot rested on the battered leather ottoman, toes peeking out from an overstuffed nest of gauze and elastic bandage. In Abby’s expert opinion, her mother was still a week away from a hard cast. One month from a walking cast. Three from a full recovery. She’d mangled her ankle with one hell of a bad break.

Deborah shushed her granddaughter’s pouting, pointing to the plastic top in the center of the floor. "That’s the way the game is played. Now it’s your turn to spin. Maybe you’ll land on the gimel too."

As all the players ponied up to restock the pot, the doorbell rang again. Abby cast a weathered eye on her distracted family, adults and children alike, before she turned off the flame under her skillet of hot oil. The next batch of latkes would have to wait.

Her annoyance faded as she glanced into the parlor on her way to the door. The familiar brass menorah sat on a chipped white serving dish, secure in the middle of the card table Seth had carried up from the basement.

The blue candle in the first cup was already burned halfway down. The white shamash, the servant flame the kids had used to light the blue one, had burned even lower. Still, both candles flickered in the window, a beacon of welcome to the town of Harmony Springs.

Abby wiped her hands on her apron and opened the door.

And she barely managed to keep from slamming it closed again.

To be fair, Ethan Weiss looked as surprised as she was.

She hadn’t seen him in twelve years. She’d never imagined his beard would grow in that full, with a lot more red than the brown curls atop his head. She’d never thought he would have six whole inches on her own five foot ten. And she’d definitely never dreamed that his shoulders would be that broad or his waist that narrow. He looked like he spent his spare time swimming butterfly in the Olympics.

Abby, he said.

His voice was the same—a calm, rich baritone. His eyes were the same, too—a brown so dark they looked black in the indirect light on the front porch. And his smile… His smile hadn’t changed a bit. His lips curled in genuine glee, as if she were the only person in the world he’d ever hoped to see on the first night of Hannukah.

What the hell, Ethan?

He cleared his throat. Your mother invited me over to light candles.

Abby looked over her shoulder at the menorah in the parlor. You’re a little late for that.

There was a tree across Highway 10, came down in the storm. I had to circle around to Hammond’s Grove to get here.

She didn’t care about traffic. She didn’t care about weather. The only thing she cared about—the only thing she wanted in the entire world—was to get Ethan Weiss off her porch and out of her life, the way he’d been for the past twelve years.

Abby? Deborah’s voice came from the