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Welcome to Wednesday Writers! Today’s guest author is June Foster with the Story Behind the Story of her Award-winning book The Inn at Cranberry Cove plus a book excerpt. Welcome, June!

Thanks, Catherine.

Twenty years ago, my husband and I lived in Washington State – in Olympia, the capitol. I love the Pacific Northwest and frequently set my stories there. In fact, the first five or so were inspired by the forests of Douglas fir, majestic mountains, and lakes and streams that are perfect for fishing.

One weekend during our time in Washington, we decided to travel west as far as we could go until we reached the ocean. Our trip brought us to a delightful B&B in Ilwaco on the south end of Long Beach Peninsula in the southwest corner of the state, between the Pacific Ocean and the Columbia River. I hadn’t realized that a sleepy, historic fishing town nestled there.

The B&B was once an old place of worship, and today boasts of guest rooms, lush gardens, and a large meeting room where the sanctuary used to stand. At the time we were there, I hadn’t written my first book, but years later, upon thinking back to the lovely inn, my imagination began to percolate and The Inn at Cranberry Cove was born.

Today the B&B is owned by a sweet couple by the name of Leanna and Kevin Moos and is now called the Inn at Harbor Village. The picture on the cover of my book is the real inn that the Moos graciously allowed me to use.

I’m so proud to announce that The Inn at Cranberry Cove won first place in the romantic suspense category of the 2021 Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writer’s conference Selah awards.

And now here’s a peek at the award-winning book.

The Inn at Cranberry Cove

By June Foster

Ashton Price arrives in Cranberry Cove, Washington, her pride wounded by her former boss. James Atwood endures punishing guilt after the death of his wife and son. Together, they must discover the mystery that haunts the Inn at Cranberry Cove.

James Atwood leaned over his desk at Pacific Cranberry, Incorporated. Nothing appeared to be amiss with the company’s delivery schedule. Everything seemed to be working, but he couldn’t dismiss the latest of several complaints of non-delivery and invoices received for items not obtained.

He scratched his head and then rubbed his eyes.

His office door opened. “It’s after five, James.” His secretary, Leslie Cunningham, followed her daily routine of checking to see if he needed one last thing before she left. “I’m good, Leslie. Thanks.”

She smiled and started to close the door.

“Wait. Is Robert still in his office?”

Leslie’s smirk told him all he needed to know. His cousin had probably left the office five minutes after returning from lunch. James would have to talk to him tomorrow. If they could remain in each other’s company for more than five minutes, perhaps they’d be able to figure out the breakdown in the company’s delivery system.

“See you in the morning.” Leslie closed the door.

James turned off his computer, grabbed his keys from the desk, and exited his office.

“Son.” Dad stopped him in the hall. “Leaving so soon.”

His father used the tired joke as a way to tell James he worked too hard. Dad had always been able to leave his job behind. Before, James hadn’t been able to … and he couldn’t now after all that had happened.

James tried to make his smile genuine. He wasn’t sure if he could succeed at that any longer. “Yeah. I figured I’d bug out a little early and get some gardening in.”

Dad studied James for a long second. “I admire your work ethic, but you haven’t stopped one minute since—”

James held up his hand, pleading silently for his father to drop what he was going to say. “I did stop, Dad. I stopped to sell the estate, to donate Bethany’s clothes to charity, and to move …” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “To move myself into the cabin. That was enough of a break, don’t you think?”

Dad patted his shoulder. “Sometimes a man needs to stop in order to let his emotions catch up to him. If he doesn’t, they may come out when he least expects it.”

Dad didn’t know, hadn’t visited James when he was alone in the cabin, the door to one room closed, impossible for him to open because of the grief that was stored inside. That’s why the gardening, away from home, the respite he’d been afforded meant so much to him. And he needed to get there … and now. “You have a good evening, Dad. I’ll see you in the morning.”

About the Author:

An award-winning author, June Foster is also a retired teacher with a BA in Education and a MA in counseling. She is the mother of two and grandmother of ten. June began writing Christian romance in 2010. She penned her first novel on her Toshiba laptop as she and her husband traveled the US in their RV. Her adventures provide a rich source of information for her novels. She brags about visiting a location before it becomes the setting in her next book.

To date, June has written over twenty contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels and novellas. She loves to compose stories about characters who overcome the circumstances in their lives by the power of God and His Word. June uses her training in counseling and her Christian beliefs in creating characters who find freedom to live godly lives. She’s published with Winged Publications. Visit June at www.junefoster.com to see a complete list of her books.