Charity MacNeil

With a hint of woodsmoke and a twist of tartan…

When a violet-eyed designer from Montreal lands in the heart of the Laurentian Mountains, her biggest surprise is neither the blizzards nor the wolves. It’s the warmth of the local people, and the gentle grit of one particular soul …

Disconsolate and restless after the death of her beloved great-aunt Grace, Charity MacNeil drives up into the mountains on a whim. Thoroughly turned around by her malfunctioning GPS, she finds herself in a remote lakeside village, where the ‘For Sale’ sign on a disused hundred-year-old building catches her eye.

Peeking through the dusty nineteenth-century windowpanes, she decides on the spot to buy the Miner’s Bank. It isn’t long before she has installed herself in Braemar Village, restored the red stone building from top to bottom, and opened up an art gallery.

Lovely, quirky Charity, a young woman of oldfangled garb and sensibilities, embraces her new existence with zest and enthusiasm. Managing her boutique takes a great deal of time and effort, but it doesn’t prevent her from creating Victorian-style workwear on her great-aunt’s treadle machine, or traipsing through the woods sketching wild birds.

Enchanted with the landscape, and caught up in community events, Charity brushes away the wooing of a Mediterranean supergod, a visiting filmmaker who’s shooting his latest drama series on the village green. She laughs off her friends’ attempts to set her up with a suitable guy. She tries her best to ignore yet another handsome, intriguing stranger, one who shows up on the periphery, over and over again. Because, unfortunately, as far as Charity is aware, he’s married.

Julien Charpentier is a man possessed. The doting Dad of rambunctious, adorable twin girls, he works all hours of the day to monetize his farm. Between planting and pruning fifty acres of trees, caring for livestock, producing maple syrup, renovating his outbuildings, and harvesting apples for cider, he doesn’t have much time to socialize. And even if he did, would he want to?

But then he lays eyes on chestnut-haired Charity, in her outrageous Belle Epoque dress, her straw boater, and her red lace-up boots, and the ice in his heart starts to melt away.

Get ready to be captivated and charmed by Eawynn Sharpe’s warmhearted tale of love lost and love found. Just click on the Add to Cart button and settle in for a great read!