At our house we never use a tree that has been cut. We always use a live tree and it's usually the same tree year after year after year. As you can see from the picture it's not a spectacular tree, but it's family now. And sometimes I think it knows it.
It all started long ago when both my brother-in-law and I started to feel the pain of the tree dying. It was a little hard to take. From that time forward, we've always used a live tree. And I'm afraid that we use the same ornaments over and over and over. Some are given to me by fans, some are simply ornaments I've collected all through the years -- but all are special to us.
Here's wishing you all a very wonderful Christmas and holiday season.
Different worlds, one heart.
Blackfoot Warriors, Book 1
When Lady Genevieve Rohan joins her father in the farthest reaches of the American West, she expects to bring a bit of genteel English charm to his dry, academic existence. Instead, she finds her father desperately ill, and it's up to her to finish his study of the Indian and publish his work or face the wrath of his creditors.
Her troubles mount when the men hired to capture a member of the Blackfoot tribe don't bring her a docile maid to study. They present her with a magnificent warrior proud, outrageously handsome and simmering with fury at the loss of his freedom.
The white woman is beautiful beyond compare, but Gray Hawk can't think past his plan to exact revenge against this meddling foreigner. It's ridiculously easy to escape, then turn the tables and take her captive. When anger turns to passion, then to love, he embarks on a new quest. To claim the stubborn, red-headed vixen as his own.
Yet as their hearts strain toward each other, pride conspires to pull them apart unless they can each find a way for their hearts to become one.
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