Wallpaper with Roses (paperback)

ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-034-5
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-033-8
Page Count: 348
Word Count: 86037
Rating: Sweet (G-PG)

On the verge of achieving her long-held dream of starting her own business, Sarah Gault sees her independent life stripped away when she must move back to her childhood home to care for her elderly mother.

Hilda Gault never wanted to be a burden, but after a serious operation, life on her own becomes impossible. Determined to keep Sarah from worrying about her deteriorating condition, she tries to meet each new challenge with dignity and grace.

Stressed by mounting bills and her mother's fragile health, Sarah has all she can handle. But when a neighbor loses her home and a pregnant woman in desperate need lands on their doorstep, Sarah opens her home to them both.

Embracing her new life, Sarah learns that sometimes family is a matter of the heart. And amidst the cycle of birth and death she finds the last thing she expected--the promise of romance.

Rating: Sweet
Page Count: 348
Word Count: 86037
978-1-62830-033-8 Paperback
978-1-62830-034-5 Digital


Hilda jerked to her feet. "Enough, Sarah. I'm tired." She carried her cup and saucer to the sink. "I am going upstairs to nap for a bit, if you don't mind."

"Of course, Mama."

But Hilda lingered by the window, looking out at her rose garden. A ray of sun slipped through the clouds and touched her, gilding the silver hair and mercilessly exposing each wrinkle.

Sarah stopped gathering the dishes and looked at her mother. She knew Hilda's age, of course, and to forty-five, eighty-four sounded, well, old. But old had been only a word. The stark presentation in front of her now made her breath catch.
For the first time, she had a visceral understanding of old, of what the word really meant. What changes it would bring to her life. No, she screamed inside her head. She wasn't ready for her mother to die.

Don't leave me, she wanted to say. Instead she stared at the white hair, rendered coarse and lifeless in the sun, and wondered how she could bear what was coming. You're supposed to be here for me. You're supposed to take care of me.

Her mother turned to look at her, and the illusion vanished. "Did you say something, dear?"

Sarah cleared her throat. "No, Mama. Go and nap. I'll run to the grocery and pick up some of that flavored creamer. The one you like so much."

She groped her way out the back door, renewed determination to do everything she could to make this easier for her mother warring with the painful truth she'd just seen.

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