Sabrina had known when she moved back to Alaska that her love affair with Zak would grow and bloom just like the fireweed of Alaska in late July. Patches of fuchsia flowers covered the surrounding hills of Gold Creek, just as Zak had predicted. There was no need to buy flowers and have them flown in for her wedding. Instead she carried a bouquet of Alaska’s fireweed and wild poppies.
Her parents had finally accepted that she’d have nothing to do with a traditional church wedding. No long-sleeved sequined gown, no stark white walls. Instead she chose a simple sleeveless gown with a scoop neck, and instead of a veil, she wore wildflowers in her hair. She cast one more glance out the prow-fronted windows of the lodge before turning to her sister, Susan, who positively glowed as she smiled at her.
“What is it?” Sabrina asked.
“This time I’m not questioning your decision,” Susan said. “This time I know you’ve made the right choice. You look so happy.”
Sabrina waited for a prickling sensation of premonition, but she knew it wouldn’t come. This time she’d made the right choice and the right decisions for herself.
“What about Melody? I think she looks even happier than me. She’s in heaven, surrounded by all these Alaskan men. Next thing I know, she’ll be asking to move into the lodge.”
“I wouldn’t doubt it,” Susan said.
“I’m glad you’re home helping Dad and his campaign.” Sabrina winked. “Makes it easier for me to be the black sheep.”
“I wouldn’t get too excited about leaving the world of politics. Dad thinks Zak has the potential to carry on the family legacy.”
“Oh my goodness.” Sabrina would have to inform her father that Zak had no intention of starting a life in politics. “And here I thought they were talking about hunting. Well, regardless of dad’s aspirations for his future son-in-law, I’m happy. Happier than I’ve ever been.”
And Sabrina knew in her heart this was true. The drastic changes she’d made were scary. She’d left everything she’d ever known in California. She’d wanted to marry Zak right away, but he insisted she live one winter in Alaska before committing to stay.
She’d not only stayed, but she had thrived. The new meat locker expansion included a small yoga studio for her. Working with Zak to bring more female clients to the lodge had been a series of arguments and compromises, but eventually Zak had seen the potential in her ideas.
Sabrina had many connections with the kind of clientele capable of spending a lot of money to experience an Alaskan adventure.
“Why did you decide on fireweed for your wedding flowers?” Susan asked.
“Well, you know I like pink, but I chose them mostly because they bloom from the bottom up.” She shrugged. “Kind of like me and how I bloomed here in Alaska.”
Susan hugged her. “I’m so very happy for my little sister.”
Sabrina’s father stood by Forrester Lodge’s front door to escort her down the porch’s front steps to their guests waiting outdoors. No prickling sensation to warn her something bad would happen: only joy and fulfillment filled her as she took her father’s arm and gazed across the group to her family, her Alaskan friends, and her beloved Zak, her hero, standing at the altar.
DEAR READER
Thank you so much for reading Her Alaskan Hero! I invite you to read Ethan’s story next in Melting His Alaskan Heart.
I love writing about people falling love in my home state of Alaska. I also have a soft spot for historical romance. If you’d like to share your thoughts about my books, reviews are always appreciated.
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Happy Reading!
Rebecca
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I have so many people to thank, because without their support this book would have never been published. Libby Murphy for your encouragement and enthusiasm for this story, I most certainly could not have done it without you. Melinda Pierce for your constant support through all the trials of this crazy writing life. Oh, and thanks for the great title! Ally Broadfield for being a positive sounding board for me and someone to whine to when needed. ;) Alison Bliss for encouraging me to Indie publish—you made me believe it could be done.
Cliff and Janet Cadzow for making sure I didn’t stretch the truth too much about Alaskan sled dogs. All mistakes are my own.
Thanks to my son Jared for coming up with the name Zak for the oldest Forrester brother and thank you to my son Thomas for patiently answering all my gold panning questions. You do suffer from gold fever more than anyone I know!
Lastly, but certainly not least, thank you to my husband for supporting me in chasing my writing dreams.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rebecca Thomas enjoys a love-hate relationship with Alaska. She lives there with her husband and two teen-aged sons. When she isn’t reading, writing, or playing board games, she is cheering for her sons at their hockey games and tennis matches.
A reluctant reader as a child, she didn’t become interested in books until her teen years when she discovered historical romance. Now she loves all sub-genres of romance and can’t decide which one is her favorite.
Rebecca earned a bachelor’s degree in Education from the University of Alaska and was employed in the airline industry for several years before working in her current position as a program manager in a higher education.
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Melting His Alaskan Heart
Sweet Home Alaska
COLLEGE-AGE ROMANCE
Right Kind of Mistake: Book One
Right Kind of Mistake: Book Two
HISTORICAL ROMANCE
The Earl’s Christmas Colt
The Blacksmith’s Son
Table of Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
Dear Reader
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Rebecca Thomas
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