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For my Valentine's Day giveaway I wanted to share an excerpt of a real life romance that was written in a journal by my grandfather about my grandmother while he was serving on a ship in the military before they were married:

"I dreamed of her at night & I don’t believe an hour went by when I wasn’t thinking of her.  For long hours I lay in the sun & day dreamed –picturing her loveliness; tracing in my mind’s fancy our life together.  If I could only gain her love, and make her happy, I knew my own happiness would be filled.  “If” I only could!  Was I really in love?  /we were actually hardly more than acquainted – How could I be?  I’d never held her in my arms; never kissed her lips; never did a one of the things that are supposed to spell the feeling of love, passion, or just infatuation.  How much did I love her, how long would it last.  I only knew I loved her far more than I’d loved before; knew that I would always love her – if not as a sweetheart or wife, then as the truest, sweetest, girl I’d ever known. 
There’d been other girls that had stirred my pulse; girls I thought I could love, but never was there one like this.  I read her letters over & over, kissed her picture until it started to fade – pressed them all close to my heart, and wondered if I was going mad!  Did people in love always feel this way or was I suffering from some wild hallucination?  Often I swore at myself – laughed in my own face – for even thinking of a close relationship between a girl such as her, and a boy like me.  But there’s no wrong in dreams – no wrong in love.  I prayed always for God’s guidance, never to let me wrong her; to be worthy of loving her; to be worthy of her love, if she could ever love me.  I gloried in the warmth of her memory, and knew that above all it would help to lead me through the long trying months that lay ahead."

These tender passages of his touched my heart so, showing how much he adored my grandma.  They did eventually marry when he came home and settled down to run a ranch together, raising a family of six strapping boys and one lovely daughter.  They lived, loved, and worked hard, and even though my grandma has since passed away my grandpa still sings her praises.  So, in honor of their real love and lifetime romance, I am giving away some of my favorite historical romances by a wonderful author, Marcia Lynn McClure.

If you are unfamiliar with Marcia then allow me to introduce you to the "queen of the kiss", the woman who can write delightful sparkin' that can make your knees buckle!  I can't think of a better way to celebrate such a romantic holiday! Enjoy this excerpt from The Visions of Ransom Lake:
"His kisses were like honey confection, sweet and tender, but after a few moments she felt his hand caress the back of her bodice as it traveled from her waist, over her back, finally entangling itself in the softness of her hair.  He tugged ever so gently on her hair and she tipped her head back slightly, gasping as she felt his kiss leave her lips and travel to her neck.  He placed several long, soft kisses on her throat.  The empassioned turbulence in his eyes captured her bliss-filled ones a moment before his kiss to her mouth was hers again, full, demanding and enrapturing every fiber of her being."

Mmmm! Delicious!  So here's to love and all the things that go with it!

The Visions of Ransom Lake:
Youthful beauty, naïve innocence, a romantic imagination thirsting for adventure-an apt description of Vaden Valmont, who would soon find the adventure and mystery she had always longed to experience-in the form of a man. A somber recluse, Ransom Lake descended from his solitary concealment in the mountains, wholly disinterested in people and their trivial affairs. And somehow, young Vaden managed to be ever in his way-either by accident or because of her own unique ability to stumble into a quandary. Yet the enigmatic Ransom Lake would involuntarily become Vaden's unwitting tutor. Through him, she would experience joy and passion the like even Vaden had never imagined. Yes, Vaden Valmont stepped innocently, yet irrevocably, into love with the secretive, seemingly callous man-Ransom Lake. But there were other life's lessons Ransom Lake would inadvertently convey to her as well. The darker side of life-despair, guilt, heartache. Would Ransom Lake be the means of Vaden's dreams come true? Or the cause of her complete desolation?
Dusty Britches:
Angelina Hunter was seriously minded, and it was a good thing. Her father’s ranch needed a woman who could endure the strenuous work of ranch life. Since her mother’s death, Angelina had been that woman. She had no time for frivolity; no time for a less severe side of life. Not when there was so much to be done—hired hands to feed, a widower father to care for and an often ridiculously lighted-hearted younger sister to worry about. No. Angelina Hunter had no time for the things most young women her age enjoyed.
And yet, Angelina had not always been so hardened. There had been a time when she boasted a fun, flirtatious nature even more delightful than her sister Becca’s—a time when her imagination soared with adventurous, romantic dreams. But that all ended years before at the hand of one man. Her heart turned to stone…safely becoming void of any emotion save impatience and indifference.
Until the day her dreams returned, the day the very maker of her broken heart rode back into her life. As the dust settled from the cattle drive which brought him back, would Angelina’s heart be softened? Would she learn to hope again? Would her long-lost dreams become a blessed reality?

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