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She's always determined to be the stable, reliable one. But now her commitment may destroy her.On the surface, Whitney Powell is happy working with her sled dogs and welcoming the new additions to her family through her sisters' marriages and an upcoming birth. But her life is full of complications, including an estranged father, that have her on the edge of losing control. Growing up, she was the strong sister, and she can't give that up now.When villagers in outlying areas come down with a horrible sickness, Dr. Peter Cameron turns to Whitney and her dogs for help navigating the deep snow, and they become close while ministering to the sick together. Peter has long recognized her finer qualities but is troubled by the emotions and secrets she keeps buried within. He wants to help but wonders if she is more of a risk than his heart can take.As sickness spreads throughout Nome and another man courts Whitney, she and Peter will discover that sometimes it is only in weakness that you can find strength.

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Historical romance

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	18 janvier 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781493436019
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Half Title Page
Books by Tracie Peterson and Kimberley Woodhouse
All Things Hidden
Beyond the Silence
T HE H EART OF A LASKA
In the Shadow of Denali
Out of the Ashes
Under the Midnight Sun
T HE T REASURES OF N OME
Forever Hidden
Endless Mercy
Ever Constant
Books by Tracie Peterson
L ADIES OF THE L AKE
Destined for You
Forever My Own
Waiting on Love
W ILLAMETTE B RIDES
Secrets of My Heart
The Way of Love
Forever by Your Side
B ROOKSTONE B RIDES
When You Are Near
Wherever You Go
What Comes My Way
G OLDEN G ATE S ECRETS
In Places Hidden
In Dreams Forgotten
In Times Gone By
H EART OF THE F RONTIER
Treasured Grace
Beloved Hope
Cherished Mercy
For a complete list of titles, visit www.traciepeterson.com .
Books by Kimberley Woodhouse
S ECRETS OF THE C ANYON
A Deep Divide
For a complete list of titles, visit www.kimberleywoodhouse.com .
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Copyright Page
© 2022 by Peterson Ink, Inc. and Kimberley Woodhouse
Published by Bethany House Publishers
11400 Hampshire Avenue South
Minneapolis, Minnesota 55438
www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of
Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan
www.bakerpublishinggroup.com
Ebook edition created 2022
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4934-3601-9
Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the authors’ imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Cover design by Jennifer Parker
Cover photography by Joanna Czogala | Arcangel
Kimberley Woodhouse is represented by The Steve Laube Agency.
Baker Publishing Group publications use paper produced from sustainable forestry practices and post-consumer waste whenever possible.
Dedication
This book is lovingly dedicated to the real Whitney.
Thank you for allowing us to name a character after you—even when I told you what we were going to put her through.
You were the first of the Powell girls to take lessons from me, and we shared so many amazing times together. I have been blessed to know you all these years.
You. Are. A. Joy.
We’ve shared laughter, tears, FaceTime calls, chats, and lots of music.
Remember how very much I love you.
Remember I’m here for you.
And remember that our God loves you more than anything and has blessed you with amazing talent. Keep using it for Him. Always.
Put Him first, and everything else will fall into place.
I’m praying for you, and I adore you.
—Kim
And to Havyn and Madysen, Tracie and I hope you have enjoyed having your namesake characters. I can’t wait to hear all about what you are up to next. If the two of you ever take up working on a farm with chickens and sheep, I’m going to laugh hysterically. Just make sure you tell me all the stories.
You two are so precious, and I love having you in my life. Give each other a hug from me and Tracie, and give your parents hugs too!
Contents
Cover
Half Title Page
Books by Tracie Peterson and Kimberley Woodhouse
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Dear Reader
Prologue
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Epilogue
Note from the Authors
Acknowledgments
About the Authors
Back Ads
Cover Flaps
Back Cover
Dear Reader
S everal years ago, Tracie and I were having a book signing and fund-raising event for the scholarship fund in Cassidy Hale’s honor with the launch of our H EART OF A LASKA series’ In the Shadow of Denali . Music students of mine—the Powell girls—came to meet their beloved favorite author, Tracie Peterson. The girls’ mom—Monica—and I are dear friends, and she’s quite a fan as well. The excitement as the foursome walked into the event was contagious. Even though the girls knew me really well, had spent hours at my home, and understood that I had written several books already with Tracie, the joy of getting to meet her in person put them over the moon and in total fan mode. Giggles and smiles and chatter filled the air.
It was at that event that Tracie looked at me and said, “Books need to be written about three precocious, musical, redheaded sisters.”
T HE T REASURES OF N OME series was born that day.
The three main characters throughout this series are named after my precious girls. (I will always claim them as mine—once a student of mine, always one of my kids.) Whitney, Havyn, and Madysen. And while we might have used a few character traits of the real girls, the Powell sisters in our series are purely fictitious. I’m truly thankful that the real sisters haven’t had to endure all the craziness we threw at the characters in our books.
Tracie and I have loved sharing these girls, the chicken stories, the sled dogs, the chaos with the sheep, the cheese making, and all the other adventures in this series with you.
For those of you who have read Jack London’s Call of the Wild or have seen the movie, you know the command mush is used to get the dogs to go. Most likely this is the English derivation from the French-Canadian marche , which meant “go.”
In this book, you will find these terms:
Let’s go simply means “go.” (The most common terms used are hike, let’s go , and all right , which you might remember me using in Race Against Time .)
Haw means “turn left.”
Gee means “turn right.”
Whoa means “slow down and come to a stop.”
Because I have spent so much time with real-life dog-sled pros while we lived in Alaska and during research trips there, I want to honor the knowledge they’ve poured into me and respect the amazing sport.
The Grand Nome Hotel and Golden Palace Restaurant in this book are fictitious. I know how many of you love the historical landmarks we use, but in this instance we needed to create something for the purposes of the story.
You will also notice that there are two different terms used for the native people. Inupiat is plural, Inupiaq is singular. There you have it, your language lesson for the day.
Lastly, I wanted to tell you about something that a lot of people don’t know. Are you ready?
The northern lights—auroras—make noise.
This is shown in Ever Constant , and I wanted to assure you that, yes, it is true!
I’ve heard them many times myself, but it’s not loud. In fact, the best way to truly experience them is to be out away from everything else. Their sound has been described as crackling, the bursting of soap bubbles, and sputtering. Sometimes you have to concentrate on listening to actually hear them.
Check out the Note from the Authors at the end of the book for some fun facts and links. And make sure you join us for our next series, which takes place in Kalispell, Montana.
As always, we couldn’t do what we do without YOU, our readers.
Enjoy the journey,
Kim and Tracie
Prologue
Cripple Creek, Colorado—1889
F lurries of snow drifted down from the dark and cloudy sky. Whitney Powell shivered and lifted her face to the heavens as she stopped in the middle of the quiet street. Mama would scold her for being out in the wee hours of the morning, but it was her mother’s tears that woke her.
Daddy wasn’t home. Again . Which meant one thing. Whitney wanted to growl out her anger and throw something. Really hard. She’d been old enough to understand what was going on for a couple of years now. No matter how much her parents tried to hide it.
Lifting her chin, she clenched her jaw against the chill in the wind and shoved her hands into her coat pockets. She had to fix Mama’s tears. Havyn and Madysen were too young. So even if she had to drag her good-for-nothin’ father back from the saloon––again––at least he would be home.
She cringed. Good for nothin’? What a horrible thought! What would Mama say? How often had she drilled into her that thoughts were just as important as the words that came out of her mouth? Reminded her that God knew every one of them?
No doubt about it, their mother would be crushed. And she’d be so embarrassed if she found out that her oldest daughter had gone to Saloon Row to haul her father home. More than once.
Mama was the best lady in the world. And the most talented. If only she could stand up for herself. She always saw the good in everyone, believed in them, cheered them on, and recognized what she called their potential .
Why couldn’t she see that people took advantage of her goodwill?
No matter how many times Mama had been hurt, she’d still forgive.
Whitney gritted her teeth. In all her ten years, she’d never met anyone on earth as good as her mama. If only she could be as kind and generous. No matter how much she tried to mimic her mother’s behavior, she couldn’t do it. Mama’s patience and goodness rivaled that of any saint. Granddad said so himself.
“Maybe by the time I’m all grown up I can be like Mama.” Her words puffed from her mouth in the icy air.
For now, as the oldest daughter, it fell to her to take care of their mother when their father wasn’t capable of doing it. She’d gone to get him four times now. Four. She’d had to scrape up all her courage to go to the saloons that first time, but she’d done it. Because she loved her Mama and couldn’t watch her suffer and worry.
She shook her head and continued walking toward Saloon Row. The still of the evening was disrupted by sounds of the establishments ahead. The noise crescendoed with every few steps.
How many more times would she have to do this? How long before someone found out? She’d thought about asking Granddad for help. Other than her sis