Eve Proctor

The Bride Wore Black Eve Proctor

Search and rescue? Ha!




I couldn't rescue a grasshopper if it were sitting in the palm of my hand!



Where the bright idea to volunteer her time to help search for the lost child came from, Danielle Welsh couldn't say, but if she could be instrumental in finding the little girl who was lost in the Smokey Mountains, perhaps she could make her father proud-something she hadn't done in a long time.




How had she gotten herself in such a quandary? She remembered losing her footing and careening down the side of a steep slope. Then she bounced off a rock before hitting her head against a tree; at least, she thought that was what happened.




Had the blow caused her to become disoriented? Danielle couldn't even remember picking herself up, certainly not hiking any distance, but nothing around her was familiar.



Luke Palmer neither needed nor wanted a wife, but he desperately needed someone who could love and care for his motherless child.

God, please let them find my little girl!