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Comes Calling is a wonderful novel I wanted to share with everyone.
Deborah M. Piccurelli enjoys reading and writing romantic books. She is the author of two novels, a novella and several cause-related newspaper articles. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and an advocate for sanctity of life. Deborah lives in New Jersey with her husband and two sons.
LOVE COMES CALLING
The day new Christian, Derek Spencer, shows up on Charlie Parkes’s doorstep to make up for what he’d done, is the very day he falls in love with her. But Charlie’s sister mistakes him for a home improvement contractor, and he decides to play along until he finds a way to tell her who he really is.
Charlie is attracted to Derek, but knows the attention he pays her is only flattery. How could such a great-looking guy fall for someone with a face like hers? Nevertheless, the two form a relationship that brings a joy to Charlie that’s way beyond her wildest dreams.
But what will happen when Derek’s true identity is revealed?
A sneak preview from Love Comes Calling
Before leaving the kitchen, he asked, “May I take you out somewhere for lunch tomorrow?”
Stunned, she almost dropped the plate she had been drying. “Ou-out?”
“Yeah, you know, a restaurant? Where someone else will be serving the food?”
“I-I… Okay. Sure.” Are you crazy, Charlie girl? Everyone will see you and stare at you. Then poor Derek will be embarrassed.
“Good.” He turned to walk away.
He stopped and waited.
“On second thought, maybe I’d better not.”
In a nanosecond, he closed the space that separated them. “Why?”
His closeness made her claustrophobic. She half-turned her face away. “Oh, Derek, you don’t want to be seen in public with me.”
“Excuse me, but I think that’s my decision.”
“Please.” She moved away from him to replace a bowl into the cabinet and to put a more comfortable distance between them. “I don’t want to embarrass you.” He’d trailed her steps, and his breath ruffled a wisp of her hair. She turned and backed up, only to bump against the counter.
“What makes you think you’ll embarrass me?”
“Oh, c’mon, you’re not blind. People will stare and wonder what a good-looking guy like you is doing with someone who . . . looks like me.”
She dodged to escape his nearness, but he was too quick and trapped her between his arms as each of his hands grasped the edge of the counter. His height required him to lean slightly in order to accomplish this, putting them nose-to-nose.
“No. You’re not going to run away. Listen to me. You’re beautiful.” She turned her face, and he pulled her chin up so that she had no choice but to look into his eyes. “You
are beautiful. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I like spending time with you, and I’m not ashamed of that or of you.”
One readers review:
Dear Deborah Piccurelli,
I’ve been DYING to read “Love Comes Calling,” and it certainly didn’t disappoint. Your book was a delightfully fun, clean romance, and best of all—it made me smile. Your characters were so engaging that I fell in love with them. In fact, I became so involved that I actually forgot I was reading and simply became lost in the story. I like to highlight my books as I go, but I’m afraid there are some chapters in yours that are color-free—not because there weren’t highlight-worthy sentences, but because I was too busy reading to bother to review. ((grin)). I guess that could be the highest praise of all. I really appreciated your beautiful message about trusting God, and I love how you skillfully wove it into your story. The way you spoke about Charlie overcoming her fear of driving spoke to me deeply—probably because I’ve been there myself. When I first became ill, I became too confused to drive. My brain would tell me to stop at a red light, but my foot would press the accelerator. I knew I had to stop driving before I hurt someone, so I gave up my keys. Giving up my freedom was very difficult, but reclaiming it again was even harder. After so many years of being unable to drive, getting behind the wheel again was frightening. Like Charlie, I had to ease into driving and learn how to trust myself. Charlie was such a remarkable character. I really admired her. I also admired how you were able to freeze-snap certain moments of time. For instance, “He stood there. The click of the door closing echoed loudly into the quiet of the room.” With your words, I could feel Derek’s utter isolation and despair. You have a wonderful way of painting striking images. “Her already fragile world broke into a million little pieces.” “She could almost taste his concern.” “She was a vision to behold. A butterfly broken free of its cocoon and frolicking in the sun.” “Her cheeks hurt from all the smiling. Their verbal volleyball amused her. Conversing had never been this much fun.” I really enjoyed your story, Deborah. There are some books that I reach for whenever I want to unwind—books that I’ve read literally dozens of times—and I can tell that “Love Comes Calling” is destined to be one of them. Thanks for the excellent read. I’ve left reviews for you on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
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