Waterfalls (Glenbrooke, Book 6)

Product Description

Meredith’s job takes her to Glenbrooke where she meets the only man who has ever made her heart leap: Jacob Wilde. Trouble is, after their first few encounters, his heart doesn’t seem to be leaping toward hers.
When Jacob approaches a large publishing house with a series of books he’s written he discovers that Meredith, the acquisitions editor, is the woman he needs to impress. And Meredith is more than willing to let him work at it.
Find out what happens when Jacob sees Meri in a different light and suddenly is the one who is starstruck.

Come to Glenbrooke – a quite place where souls are refreshed.

Review

“Robin’s tender heart and wisdom make every one of her books poignant and unforgettable. Her storytelling is a breath of fresh air.” —
Karen Kingsbury
, New York Times bestselling author

“Gunn is adept at denuding light fiction of its usual tics – mediocre prose, clichéd characters and predictable plots – and imbuing it with the hallmarks of literary fiction.  The characters are multidimensional and ring true at nearly every turn.” — PublishersWeekly

About the Author

ROBIN JONES GUNN is the best-selling author of 100 books, including the widely popular Christy Miller series, Sierra Jensen series and Christy award-winning Christian fiction in the Glenbrooke and Sisterchicks series. Her non-fiction titles include “Praying for Your Future Husband” co-authored with Tricia Goyer and “Spoken For” co-authored with Alyssa Bethke.

Robin’s Father Christmas novels have been made into 3 Hallmark movies. Her books have sold over 5.5 million copies worldwide. She and her husband have two children and live in Hawaii.

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Chapter One

Meredith Graham ripped open the sample-sized pouch of Sweet Avocado Bliss facial mask and read the instructions aloud. “Apply generously to face and neck. Let dry for fifteen minutes or until mask begins to harden and crack. Rinse with warm water. Pat dry.”

Gazing at her image in the guest-bathroom mirror, Meredith began to follow the instructions, using upward motions from her throat to her chin. She had heard once that all lotions and cleansers should be applied with upward motions as an act of defiance against gravity. Not that her twenty-four-year-old face was ready to wage war with gravity. Meredith just liked to think she had some control over her looks.

That’s why she colored her hair. She had for years. One of her three older sisters, Shelly, had teased Meredith a few weeks ago, saying she was a recovering brunette. Shelly’s husband, Jonathan, had added, “Yeah, she keeps re-covering the brunette roots.”

Meredith didn’t care. At this very moment, she had the alarm on her watch set for twenty-five minutes and wore a perky blue plastic cap over her short, soggy, dyed locks. Her face was now covered in a subtle shade of lime. And she was enjoying every minute of this royal treatment.

She raised her eyebrows and watched the lines forming on her forehead. It resembled the way her mother looked when she was worried, and Meredith didn’t like that. To her, people who walked around with wrinkled, worried foreheads were people who had no imaginations.

Meredith tilted up her chin and checked on the gooey green lotion rapidly drying on her neck. She tucked the blue plastic bonnet behind her right ear and made a gruesome face in the mirror as the drying mask cracked across her cheeks. With her best cackle, Meri squinted her left eye and said, “I’ll get you yet, my pretty!”

The country-western music floating from the portable radio came to an end on her third cackle, and Meredith listened closely. “It’s 8:42 on this gorgeous first Saturday morning in May,” the smooth voice of the female announcer said. “We’re looking for a high today in Glenbrooke Valley of seventy-eight degrees. Lows tonight around sixty with some partially cloudy skies tomorrow morning. Highs tomorrow near seventy.”

“Perfect,” Meri muttered, her