Cottonwood Place: Softcover
Where do you go when there's no place left to go? If you've been everywhere and done everything and aren't satisfied, come discover the mysteries of Cottonwood Place Bed and Breakfast Inn and the captivating American Southwest. Cottonwood Place Brochure Megan MacCloud knows before meeting him that Ian Hunter is the neediest of the many troubled guests her inn has helped. Estranged from God, neither she nor Ian believe that He can bring them the harmony and love they crave. Ian says he couldn't resist driving across the country to her after her face on a brochure "hypnotized" him. Because of past abuse, her attraction to him is dashed when she learns he drinks. She resists loving Ian, but her family and almost-human pets frustratingly bond with him immediately, proving he's good. Megan, her Grandma, and pets resolve to help Ian stop drinking and be a doctor again. He helps solve major problems with guests and saves several lives as Megan and her mysterious, Navajo-and-White family show him religious and lifestyle philosophies that are foreign to him, yet truly American. When Megan's kidnapped by a guest for unknown reasons, Grandma says that to find Megan and have the life with her that he dreamed of, Ian must first "find himself." What does that mean? Can God use Megan's family, their Navajo ceremonies, and the police to find Megan and help her and Ian "walk in beauty" before she's lost forever?
As the new guest came toward the desk, Megan saw his gray eyes, or were they blue? She’d decide the color when she could think again. Surely, his voice must match the power she saw in his arms as he set down his suitcase. “My parents put the sage and evergreen in the swag to help correct any imbalance in energies of people entering the inn. May I help you?”
Their eyes met. Ian’s heart skipped a beat. Maybe her beauty had stopped it? He didn’t care which it was. Only she mattered. Her eyes weren’t one color. Brown, gold, and green mixed haphazardly in them. He’d never seen such fascinating eyes although he knew the mechanics of such coloration. “I’d like eyes, please.”
“Pardon me, sir?” Megan laughed to herself.
Ian felt like he’d been hypnotized, and shook his head to clear it. “Sorry. I’d like a room if you have one. I came on the spur of the moment, so I don’t have a reservation.”
His voice sounded as deep as when she’d heard him call himself a murderer. I’ve never heard someone’s thoughts before. It’s not normal. I have to ask Grandma about it. His eyes were a definite blue-gray. A cold blue, but she liked it. At least they weren’t brown. “That must be the longest spur of the moment on record, Ian.”
Taken aback, he stammered, “It’s uh...a long story that...that I’ll bore you with someday. How did you know my thoughts about the swag?”
She smiled again. “I wouldn’t be bored. I saw you looking at it. We’ve been expecting you. You shouldn’t have driven across country without your AC on just to get here, though.”
Ian’s eyes bulged. “How could you be expecting me? How do you know I did that?”
Megan pointed to his sweaty spots. “Those and your license plate.”
“You are observant and beautiful,” Ian murmured, feeling stupid.