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Ten years ago, devastated by an ugly scandal, Brooke Martin fled the small town of Hayden to pursue a career as a stained glass artist. Now Brooke has returned on business to discover that some things never change. Her spotted reputation remains. Tongues still wag. And that makes what should be her dream assignment tough.Brooke has been hired to design new stained glass windows at Hayden Bible Church. The job is a career windfall. But Nick Marcello is overseeing the project, and some in the church think Nick and Brooke's relationship is not entirely professional--and as before, there is no convincing those people otherwise. In the face of mounting rumors, the two set out to produce the masterpiece Nick has conceived: a brilliant set of windows displaying God's covenants in the Bible. For Brooke, it is more than a project--it is a journey toward faith. But opposition is heating up. A vicious battle of words and will is about to tax Brooke's commitment to the limit. Only this time, she is determined not to run.
Author Notes
Terri Blackstock was born in Belleville, Illinois on December 7, 1957. She received a bachelor's degree from Northeast Louisiana University in 1981. She began writing in 1983 and wrote 32 romance novels for publishers such as HarperCollins, Harlequin, and Silhouette under the names Terri Harrington, Tracy Hughes, and Terri Blackstock. In 1994, she started writing only Christian novels. She has written over 30 Christian novels including the Sun Coast Chronicles series, Second Chances series, Newpointe 911 series, Cape Refuge series, and Restoration series. She has won numerous awards including the Romance Writers of America's Golden Medallion for Best Short Contemporary Novel in 1988 for Stolen Moments and Retailer's Choice Award for General Fiction in 2007 for Night Light.
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Reviews (2)
Publisher's Weekly Review
Seasoned Christian suspense novelist Blackstock disappoints with this run-of-the-mill romance. The second Christian novel this year (Linda Dorrell's True Believers is the other) to focus on the renovation of a church and, in particular, the female protagonist's design of its stained glass windows, this story features a lovestruck pair of artists who are supposed to be offbeat and tortured, but in fact are ill-defined and bland. Brooke, a 20-something stained glass artist who, amid scandal, left her hometown immediately after her high school graduation, comes back to do a job and face the gossips who drove her away. Unfortunately for readers, the scandal a misinterpreted hug between student and teacher has no teeth, and it strains credulity to think that any town, even the caricaturish Hayden, Mo., could make so much of so little. Also problematic is that the former teacher, who is only six years Brooke's senior, is motivated to convert her to Christianity mostly because he wants to marry her, but would never marry an unbeliever. Stereotypes abound, including a wealthy, almost mechanically mean-spirited villainess and an Italian family complete with a dead grandfather whose clich?d proverbs are remembered in over-the-top dialect ("You put-a care and-a love into everything you do, Nicky, and that's-a quality"). Blackstock generates enough interest in these characters and their predicaments to keep the pages turning, but the novel's predictable conclusion is telegraphed from the first page. (Oct.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Library Journal Review
Promising art student Brooke Martin fled Hayden, MO, the day after graduation when a prominent matron spreads ugly rumors about her and her young teacher, Nick Marcello. Seven years later, Brooke returns to deal with the ghosts of her past and to accept a commission to create stained-glass windows for Hayden Bible Church. When she learns that she will be working with Nick, Brooke almost flees again. But she decides to stand up for herself this time, without family support but aware that Nick means more to her than she ever thought possible. As Brooke catches Nick's enthusiasm for a series of windows depicting the covenants of the Bible, she also begins to share his passion for the Lord and starts searching deep within the Bible for answers to her questions. Only by finding love with the Lord will Brooke be able to find a love closer to home. Christian suspense novelist Blackstock (Sun Coast Chronicles) shows how strength found in the Lord can have a profound impact on a single life and then spread to others who do not even know they are searching for Him. For all collections. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
C H A P T E R 1 T HE WINDOWS OF HAYDEN'S landmark church--St. Mary's--were caked with dust, and from outside Brooke Martin could see web-shaped cracks that had already been evident seven years earlier when she'd last seen the place. It surprised her that the congregation of Hayden Bible Church--usually much tighter with their purse strings than they were with their gossip--had decided to allocate funds to buy the building and renovate it. It surprised her even more that they had hired her to design the stained-glass windows that would replace the broken-out glass. There had been a time when the people of Hayden, Missouri, wouldn't have hired her to mop their floors. Apparently, things had changed. And it was about time. She left her car and walked around the building to the small employee parking lot in the rear, skirted by pine trees and one sprawling oak that shaded the pavement from the early spring sun. Only one car occupied a space there--a 1980 Buick with a rusty back fender and a dent in the driver's door. She stopped at the sight of it, and for a split second gave serious thought to running back to her own car and out of Hayden in the time it would take to say "not again . . ." Her hands began to tremble, and she dropped her portfolio to her side. Inhaling deeply, she let her troubled gaze drift to the church door. Anger swelled migraine--like in her temples. Had crucial details been left out of this job offer? A March breeze whispered through her hair, as if trying to calm her, and she paused at the door and told herself that it wasn't facing Nick Marcello now that bothered her so. It was that she hadn't faced him before. She had simply run away. But what else could she have done? With the town rejoicing over the juiciest piece of gossip they'd ever scavenged, she had gotten out of town as fast as she could, hoping to spare her family any more shame. But this time, Brooke reminded herself with a grim lift of her chin, she had made a pact with herself. She had vowed that when she came back to take this job, she would face the town with dignity and integrity, and then, by creating a work of art that would send them all reeling, she would redeem herself. She had assumed that process would involve facing Nick Marcello again. She just hadn't expected to do it so soon. She opened the door and stepped into the musty old sanctuary. The door creaked behind her, then slammed with an echoing thud. She stood quietly for a moment, listening, looking. "Deliveries go back here!" That familiar voice came from just inside the darkened corridor at the back, and she forced herself to move. Stepping over a beam on the old wood floor and around a dusty pew lying on its back, she made her way to the only doorway with light. She saw him standing at a table, bent over a blueprint, studying it intently. He seemed younger than he had when she was in high school. But maybe it was just that she was older. She recalled the dress shirts and ties he'd always worn, the freshly pressed trousers, the shiny loafers. Now he wore an old flannel shirt, paint-stained jeans, and tennis shoes. "No delivery," she said. "Just me." He looked up, then slowly straightened. "Brooke." Brooke tried to smile, but the effort was too much for her. "I … I didn't know you would be here. Pastor Anderson said--" "If you'd known, you wouldn't have come." He crossed the room, still keeping distance between them. "That's why I asked him to call for me." "He should have told me." He nodded, as if he'd already given that a lot of thought. "I'm in charge of artistic development in the renovation," he said. "But to be perfectly honest, that consists mainly of those windows. I'm going to be helping you design them. The church is counting on them being a new point of interest in the sanctuary. I'm counting on them being a masterpiece." Brooke set her jaw and walked to the table, processing the information that changed everything. "I don't know, Mr. Marcello." "Brooke, I haven't taught in seven years, and you're still calling me Mr. Marcello? It's Nick, okay? Say it. Nick." She looked down at her feet. "Okay, I don't know, Nick." Nick stepped toward her, and reluctantly, she brought her eyes up to his. "You don't know what, Brooke?" he asked. "If you can create a masterpiece, or if you can work with me?" "Both. It's nice seeing you. But I can't stay." She turned and walked back into the darkness of the corridor, down the hall, and back into the old sanctuary. Nick followed. "Look, I didn't hire you for this job because of any of that mess. I hired you because you're talented. I've kept up with your work since you left." She kept walking "I saw the windows in the church you did in Columbia. And the door you did at that restaurant in Kansas City." She stopped, her hand on the door. "You're doing well, but you could do so much more. My decision to hire you was a business decision; I needed someone with your talent." Turning back, Brooke looked up at the old broken glass that skirted the circumference of the ceiling. "I've never done anything of this caliber, though." "You've done plenty of this caliber," he said. "Maybe just not this size." She regarded him with questioning--almost suspicious-- eyes. It wasn't often that she was recognized as an artist. Most people viewed her as an interior decorator of sorts, someone who added life to dull rooms. "I've always wanted to work with you," Nick said quietly. "Ever since you were in high school and I saw the talent you had. I know we could do something really amazing with these windows." "This is the first time I've been back to Hayden since--" She glanced up at him, steadied her voice. "Since I graduated. The gossip has had seven years to die down. I don't know if I can stand to have it start back up again." Excerpted from Emerald Windows by Terri Blackstock All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
