Title: A Night Like No Other: The True Love Story of Mary and Joseph
Author: Kristin Vayden
Genre: Christmas Romance Novella
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing
The greatest love started with the greatest love story?
It was more than just a cold, arranged marriage?
Joseph had adored Mary all his life, but never thought himself worthy?
Mary thought that Joseph could never see her as more than Caleb’s little sister?
What if …
It was nothing like you thought you knew…
Heart broken, rejection burning through him, eating him alive Joseph faces the only option available. Divorce. Though the thought alone is worse than death.
Alone, everyone convinced you’re a liar and carrying another man’s child.
Sent away, rejected by the only one you’ve ever loved.
Mary grasps onto the truth that no one else believes…
A love like no other.
But like all truly incredible things, it was fought for, bled for, a love desperate enough to sacrifice everything for the hope of something greater.
God kindled a romance that would be legendary…that would defy any obstacle in it’s path.
Leading to the birth of the Savior of the World, on A Night Like No Other…
“Yeah, I guess I’ll…” She took a step back, a deep blush growing on her face.
“I—” He cleared his throat. He was going to take a risk and pray it didn’t destroy their friendship. He couldn’t lose that, it was the only piece of her he could claim. But the chance at more than friendship? He’d risk it every time. “I’m glad you aren’t interested in Micah. He’s a great guy it’s just that he’s not…” He paused and rubbed the back of his neck.
“He’s not?” Mary paused and turned toward him, her eyes glowing with an emotion he didn’t dare evaluate.
“He’s not… me,” he finished, sealing his fate.
Mary’s eyes widened.
His heart stopped.
Then she smiled.
His heart made up for lost time and pounded forcefully, almost painfully.
Could it be?
Dare he imagine?
“You’re right,” Mary murmured, glancing down to her dress and smoothing it before meeting his gaze once more. “He’s not you.”
“Mary,” Joseph whispered, speaking her name with the reverence she deserved. She smiled gently. Unable to resist the invitation her smile presented, he took a few steps toward her. Reaching out, he slowly grasped her hand, the sensation at once intensely powerful and utterly comforting. Slowly, he allowed himself the pleasure of tracing her fingers before lacing them through his. His heart beat wildly with the awareness that he was touching her, his sweet Mary.
Deeply, he gazed into her eyes, filling himself on the acceptance, on the hope in her expression. As she raised her dainty hand, he closed his eyes. When she placed it on the side of his face, her warmth seeped into his soul, breathing life into him.
Her loving fingers gently caressed his cheek, and he memorized the sensation, committing it to the forefront of his memory. Opening his eyes, he learned by heart the soft curve of her cheeks, the perfect bow of her lips, the dark lashes framing her expressive eyes. Swallowing, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers.
Then she began to giggle.
He leaned back, furrowing his brow. “What exactly do you think is funny about this? I’ll have you know I’ve lived in terror for the past three and a half years.” He reached out and tugged lightly on the dark strand of hair that had escaped her braid.
“You? You have lived in fear? What do you think I have endured? After all, you’re older. You could have married long ago!” She leaned back and shoved his arm in a teasing manner.
Heaven above, Mary was flirting with him.
He could die a happy man.
“I think…” He chuckled, reaching out and grasping her hand, tugging her in closer. “That it’s safe to say we’ve both been tortured enough.”
“Agreed. However…” She tilted her head slightly, a grin breaking through her expression. “What do you plan to do about it? Hmm?” She tapped his nose slightly.
More than anything, Joseph wanted to lean in and taste the sweetness of her lips, but he couldn’t.
He had one chance to have her; he’d not ruin it by moving too quick, by letting his desire overrule his honor.
Mary deserved more.
Kristin’s inspiration for the romance she writes comes from her tall, dark and handsome husband with killer blue eyes. With five children to chase, she is never at a loss for someone to kiss, something to cook or some mess to clean but she loves every moment of it!
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