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Leah Leonard

Leah Leonard is author of several romance novels. A hopeless romantic herself, she’s been writing for over twenty years.

Website : http://www.leahleonard.com

Country Gold

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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A tone deaf woman finds the love of her life is music to her ears. Susie Bell went to a psychic development ci...

Susie Bell was staring intently at her computer screen as if in a trance when her best friend Leslie popped her head into her office.

“You coming to the party?” Leslie asked.

Susie kept on reading.

“Hey!” Leslie said again, louder this time. “You coming, or what?”

“What?” Susie asked, finally breaking away from her thoughts enough to register another human being.

Leslie walked over to her desk and put herself between her friend and her screen. “Susie, are you coming to the party? The happy hour party,” she said slowly in a robotic tone.

“No,” Susie answered immediately. “I want to get this stuff done first.”

Leslie let out a deep sigh. “How are you ever going to meet anyone if you won’t get out of the office?”

Meeting someone was the last thing on Susie’s mind these days. After her divorce from Ben last year, she wanted nothing to do with men for a long time. It was nothing against Ben, he was a nice enough guy, and they were still friends, which was as far as they should have ever taken their relationship. Hindsight certainly was a wonderful thing.

Despite the seemingly amicable breakup, the fact was that her divorce was still painful—breaking up the family, distressing all the relatives on both sides, and stressing out their mutual friends as to whose side they should be on and so on. It was all just too much, and for now, Susie wanted peace and quiet. It was just easier to be alone.

And she enjoyed her work. It was boring by most people’s standards to work as an HMO administrator. Endless paperwork and sitting in her office occupied most of her days, and now many of her nights. She tried to tell herself her work had meaning, and healthcare was saving lives, yet even she realized that wasn’t the case these days. It was so difficult for so many people to even get decent healthcare, the truth was she was probably actually contributing to the problem more than she was solving it. But whatever she needed to tell herself to justify her current lack of interest in not only the opposite sex, but people in general, was what she needed to do for now.

This wouldn’t last forever, she told herself often. Eventually she would get back into life and maybe even love, but just no time soon.

“I have no desire to me…” Susie began until she was interrupted.

“I know, you have no desire to meet anyone,” Leslie mimicked. “What about hanging out and having a drink and some fun with friends?”

“Not tonight,” Susie said.

Leslie stared at her in silence for a moment. “Well, I have to go tonight,” she said finally.

“Why?” Susie asked.

“Because my psychic told me I am going to meet someone in the next two weeks who could possibly be my soul mate!” Leslie said, gleefully.

“Oh boy!” Susie said, rolling her eyes. “You don’t really believe in that bunch of junk, do you?”

“Well, she did tell me that Joel and I wouldn’t make it past summer,” she said, recalling her breakup just two weeks earlier. “So she was right on with that.”

“What makes you think it was her predicting the future and not you projecting her predictions on to your own life and making it happen?” Susie asked. “Haven’t you ever heard of the hindsight rule?”

“The what?” Leslie asked.

“The hindsight rule says that you can always justify things in hindsight, and it’s like you create stories to justify things that just aren’t really related to one another,” Susie said.

Leslie seemed like such a young and impressionable girl to Susie, who was two years her senior at twenty-five. Susie was trained in the sciences, although she had no idea why she’d taken a job at the HMO instead of going to work in a lab someplace, but regardless, she’d learned a lot in school and had been an excellent student, so Leslie was continually in awe of her and her odd tidbits of knowledge and trivia.

“Oh.” Leslie paused. “Well, I believe in it, that’s all I can tell you.”

“Fine,” Susie shrugged. “Whatever.”

“Oh, come on,” Leslie whined. “Just come with me, just for twenty minutes. I don’t want to go by myself.”

Susie looked at her clock. “What if I leave here in fifteen minutes and meet you over there?” she asked.

Leslie had heard this one before and was becoming wise to it. “Are you really going to come?”

“Sure,” Susie said, eyes transfixed once more on her screen.

Leslie stared at her again, then finally turned away. “Okay, I’ll see you in a few.”

Susie continued to answer her email, fill out paperwork, type reports until 8:45 p.m., when she turned off the computer, snapped off her lamp, and headed home, to bed, alone.


A tone deaf woman finds the love of her life is music to her ears.
Susie Bell went to a psychic development circle to amuse her friend but never imagined that she would develop a powerful intuitive gift of her own, and definitely never thought she’d meet the sexy country singer, Ronnie Vaughn.
Tone deaf Susie is even more surprised when Ronnie’s deceased grandfather begins to visit her in her dreams, transcribing country music for his grandson to sing so he can launch his music career:
Is that your final answer or are you the weakest link?
You put our love in jeopardy much more than you think.
The Wheel of Fortune spun around the day that I met you.
Now you’ve taken me on Judge Joe Brown, Girl, we must be through.
Ronnie is overcome by the raw beauty and sensitivity of Susie and the sacrifices she’s making of her time, and eventually of herself, to help him succeed.  
Soon the two are entwined both personally and professionally.  Will their love affair last their lifetime, and will Ronnie fulfill his destiny to become one of the greatest country singers of all time?
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Dead Man's Diamond

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Tombstone Sherriff John Behan discovers a dying man in the desert who has the largest diamond John’s ever se...

John followed Val across the smoke-filled bar, up the creaky wooden stairs. Her floral scent lingered in the long dark hallway. She led him into the room just above the saloon.

He closed the door behind them.

“Well, sheriff, I must say I wasn’t expecting this tonight…especially not from you. What exactly can I do for you?” Val began to loosen the satin ribbon ties on her corset that held her voluptuous body in place.

John’s gaze traced the lines of her neck and came to rest on the exact spot she wanted him to notice. He swallowed hard, stepped forward and pulled her close so fast he heard her catch her breath. Their lips brushed when he pushed her back toward the bed. I can’t do this now. It’s not why I’m here. I have to get a hold of myself.

“Well, if that’s the way you want it, sheriff.”

“That’s not why I’m here.”

“How about this?” She walked toward him again, draped her long arms around his neck and kissed him before he could stop her.

John twisted her arms around, catching her wrists in his hands. He wanted nothing more than to do what she was tempting him to–throw her down on the bed and have his way with her as so many others had before him. “Not now, Val.” Maybe later…

“Oh come on, sheriff.”

He pushed her away again. “I said not now. Can’t you take no for an answer?”

She turned up her lip and pouted.

The ploy must have worked wonders for any number of men, but not him. Not now. Now he had to get some answers. He did his best to keep a strong, stern look on his face, not betray what he was thinking, or the urgency of it. “What do you know about a man named Steven Brown?”

Val visibly shifted when he mentioned the man’s name, although she looked like she was trying her best not to show any sign of emotion. For a split second, a strange and faraway look passed over her face.

“What’s wrong, Val?”


She stopped pursuing John and looked away toward the window.

“Val?” John repeated. “Tell me what you know.”

She stood silently, pulled the sheers away from the window and stared out.

John walked up behind her, stared down at the dusty street in front of the saloon where several men mounted their horses. He grabbed her shoulder, spun her around. “Do you hear me? Stop looking out that window and talk to me.”

“I hear you.” Val grabbed John by the vest and kissed him.

Her tongue ran over the stubble on his face, down his chin to his neck. John couldn’t control himself any longer. He held Val, nibbled his way down the tender part of her neck to the soft places where the salt on her skin mixed with her perfume. He stiffened.

Her hands ran all over his back, instinctively urging him to pull her closer. “Oh, sheriff,” she moaned. “I’ve wanted you to do that ever since I can remember.”

He responded by reaching eagerly into the available space between her corset and her bare skin. The fact she wanted him to take her made him know he couldn’t–at least not now. Not until he had some answers about the killer on the loose. Besides, she was almost young enough to be his daughter. Since he became Sheriff, he’d done his best to maintain proper manners when it came to his personal life. Val was about to make him forget every promise he ever made to himself. “Val,” he whispered, “I need you to talk to me.”

Val laughed and slid her hand down the front center of John’s pants and gave him a knowing squeeze. “I need you, too, sheriff.”

John sucked in his breath, filled with eager anticipation of her touch and scent. He knew better than to get involved with a witness, especially Val. She had a sexy way of batting her eyes to try and get him to change the subject, forget the fact of her lying. “Stop, Val. No more until you talk to me.” John released her and stepped away until the space between them was wide enough he could breathe freely again.

 “What are you talking about? I don’t know a thing about anyone named Steven.” The expression on her face said something entirely different.

John knew better than to push it. He needed her to trust him. “You sure about that?”

She winked and walked up to him again, tried to reach her arms around him. “You know I’d have no reason to keep anything from you now, don’t you, sheriff?”

John pressed against her, his hands wandered all over her body. He squeezed her bottom. “Is this what you want, Val?”

“Oh yes, sheriff.”

Tombstone Sherriff John Behan discovers a dying man in the desert who has the largest diamond John’s ever seen. Just before the stranger breathes his last, he whispers the name of the most desirable woman in town, Val McRae. What does Val have to do with the dead man’s diamond and can John get to her before trouble finds her?
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Kiss at Blarney Castle

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Beautiful redhead Laura Malone didn’t know much about her ancestral heritage, except what her grandmother to...

“Excuse me, mind if I sit here?” she heard a male voice ask. She didn’t open her eyes until she heard him ask again. “Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit here?”

Laura opened her eyes just enough to see a tall dark and handsome man leaning over her. She opened her eyes fully now.

She immediately recognized him as the man on the bridge, only now she could see how absolutely gorgeous he was up close. His thick, black, wavy hair and deep blue eyes would make any woman melt. Her hair was a frizzy mess thanks to the drizzle, and her makeup had been a thing of the distant past at this point. Figures, she thought, staring at the handsome stranger and wondering why they couldn’t have met later when she was changed into better clothes.

Feeling a bit silly for staring, she finally said “Sure—I mean yes, of course.” She stood up, about to lift her bag.

But before she could, he lifted the bag and effortlessly lifted it overhead. “Allow me,” he said.

His accent was so sexy Laura could barely stand it—she hoped he couldn’t see her mouth water. He was tall and substantial, with strong hands. He was also dressed impeccably in a suit and overcoat that looked like something out of a magazine.

“Thanks.” Laura closed her eyes again and this time, feigned sleep. His scent was keeping her on her toes. She could feel the warmth of his body emanating from his wool coat and she imagined what it would feel like to be with someone like that. Just sitting close to a man who attracted her so strongly was a feeling she had not allowed herself in a long time, telling herself that work was her priority. Now, though, she wondered how she ever could have let those other needs slide.

She could hear the gentle sounds of his newspaper crinkling as he turned the pages and caught a deeper whiff of his cologne as he took off his coat.

Mmm! Tall, dark and handsome. Just the way I like them!


Beautiful redhead Laura Malone didn’t know much about her ancestral heritage, except what her grandmother told her growing up.  To her surprise, her grandmother left her a special gift in her will that included an unexpected trip to Ireland to carry out her last wishes by following a trail that told the story of the love between her and Laura’s grandfather fifty years earlier.

What Laura didn’t expect was the real gift, John Ennis, who she would meet on the way and how following the path of her ancestors would lead her to find her own true love at last.
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Man Of The Year

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Can she resist temptation and win the prize? When Jennifer Bradley is assigned to write a story about the CEO...

Jennifer Bradley stared at the glowing screen of her computer, fingers on keys, patiently waiting.

The caffeine rush from her triple mocha latte inspired her to pen the only thing she could think of this early in the morning—the title: Man of the Year.

She hit her delete button.

No. It should read: CEO of the Year.

She made the change, downed the rest of her coffee as quickly as she could and walked down the hall to Tonya Greene’s office and knocked on the door.

“Good morning,” Tonya said, never looking up. She had a knack for making everyone feel unimportant. “What’s up?”

“Hi. I had a question.”


Jennifer rolled her eyes, although Tonya didn’t seem to notice. “Have.”

“Okay, shoot.” Tonya continued reviewing her email.

“Who did we pick for man…I mean CEO of the year this time?”

“Brock Martineau.”

Jennifer cringed. “Why him?”

Tonya stopped typing, took off her reading glasses and looked up for the first time. “Why not him? The man single-handedly built an empire destined to change the world in the next few years, maybe sooner.”

“I know, but—”

Tonya shrugged. “Well, let’s see…for starters he’s environmentally friendly, employs over a thousand workers in the Dallas/Fort Worth market, not to mention he’s mentioned in nearly every newspaper in town at least once a week, plus, he’s unbelievably easy on the eyes. Don’t you think he deserves it?”

“I don’t care what he looks like. I don’t like the guy. I don’t know why. He gives me the creeps. He looks like an ego maniac to me. I’ve seen him in the papers and I don’t like him at all.”

“Wait a minute. You said you don’t care what he looks like, how is it he looks like an ego maniac, huh? Besides, it’s his business acumen I’m interested in covering, which should make him more than worth the prize.”

“I’m offering you my opinion,” Jennifer said.

“It’s appreciated, but sorry, kid. Brock Martineau is our CEO of the Year. Don’t like it? Try putting in your two cents next time.”

“But I did.”

Tonya rolled her eyes. “You weren’t even in town, remember? Miss Princess Cruise was out sailing the high seas again, or don’t you remember?”

“Yeah, but two of those days were over the weekend.”

“But still…get your facts straight, Jennifer. You’ve got a reputation to uphold here,” Tonya laughed heartily.

“Very funny. I know you want me at your beck and call around the clock, but all I have to say in my defense is if I had been here I would have picked somebody else for CEO of the Year. There are plenty of other worthy executives in town.”

“Your vote is duly noted, and too late. Thank you for your participation,” Tonya said, looking back at her screen.

“Okay. Fine. Have it your way. Brock Martineau it is.”

“Thank you. I believe I will.”

Jennifer sighed, “It’s not my decision anyway. It’s yours, I suppose.”

“Not mine alone. The advisory board tells us who they want and I listen to them and deliver.” Tonya laughed, “It’s why I get paid the big bucks around here.”

“Yeah…the big bucks, right,” Jennifer countered. “I only hope I can get there myself one day.”

“Keep it up and you will,” Tonya said.

Recalling her writers block and knowing her lack of enthusiasm for the project may cause it to linger, Jennifer asked, “Are you sure you want me to write it? Carrie might be able to…”

“Of course, Jennifer. You’re the best I’ve got.”

“The best at what, exactly?”

Tonya laughed. “No, dear, I’m not trying to whore you out to the man, I want you to write about him, okay? You just so happen to be our most talented asset in the editorial department. I’ve received several compliments on your other attributes as well, and let’s face it, if you’ve got it, I always say flaunt it.”

“I didn’t mean it…”

“Of course you did, Jen, now get to it, will you?” Tonya said.

“You’re one of a kind, Tonya.”

“Thanks for noticing. Back at ya.”

“Why not find someone besides me?”

“Who would you want me to send?” The smile melted from Tonya’s face and turned into an annoyed look Jennifer easily recognized.

“How about Carrie?”

Can she resist temptation and win the prize?

When Jennifer Bradley is assigned to write a story about the CEO of the Year she’s disgusted. Brock Martineau is a womanizing jerk who hardly deserves such an award.
Worse, her editor Tonya made her a tempting bet—to keep her hands off Brock at all costs and in return, receive an all-expense paid vacation.
Jennifer knows this will be the easiest prize she’s ever won, that is until she comes face to face with the man who could melt the coldest heart. Can Jennifer control herself and win the prize or will she fall prey to Brock’s charms?
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Natalie Locke and the Sundancer

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies

Natalie Locke learned her lessons about texting while driving the hard way when an eighteen-wheeler crossed her pa...

Ten minutes later, the girls were on their way home. Natalie’s stomach churned from the moment she and Tracy left the San Felipe Pueblo all the way down I-25 toward Albuquerque. She was worried enough about Lone Eagle, and the flat tire didn’t help any either. Since they were already over an hour late getting home, they were bound to be in big trouble. Tracy’s mom wasn’t very flexible about bending rules. They called her once earlier in the evening to say they’d be delayed. She hoped Mary wouldn’t be too upset. They did call, after all.

“Man we got lucky.” Tracy sighed.

“Yeah no kidding. The officer came along just in time.”

“Yeah, he did, right? He sure knew how to change a tire.”

This made Natalie’s stomach even more upset. “How will we explain the spare tire on the car and the other in your mom’s trunk?”

“We’ll tell the truth – we got a flat and an officer helped us out. No big deal.”

“Yeah but she’s gonna want all the details, you know?”

Tracy sighed again. “I know.”

Natalie and Tracy were both raised to be honest, and this situation was going to push them to the limit. Natalie felt ill. This was all her fault. And she was also anxious about Lone Eagle. He was so upset when they left him. She wanted to talk to him again, but apparently he wasn’t interested and turned off his phone. She tried to push him and his attitude out of her mind, knowing the mess with the car was a far bigger deal, but the situation with Lone Eagle bugged her. While they drove, Natalie tried his number again a couple of times, but there was no answer.
“Still not answering?”


“Think his phone is off?”


“Don’t worry about it. He’s probably asleep or something. Try again tomorrow.”

Natalie knew she was right, but the whole thing bugged her more than she wanted to admit. “What am I gonna do, Trace? He must feel horrible. I don’t want him killing himself or something.”

Tracy laughed. “Native Americans don’t believe in suicide, so I’m sure he’ll be okay. You’ll reach him when you’re supposed to, besides, we just left him. You told him everything.”

She wasn’t comforted. She pressed redial again. “Yes, but did you see the look on his face? I don’t think he believed me. He wouldn’t speak to us. I hope he’s okay, that’s all.”

Tracy kept her hands on the wheel, eyes glued to the road. She weaved in and out of several cars until they broke free. “I wouldn’t know. He’s your friend, not mine. Besides, the one person who might kill someone tonight is my mom when she finds out about the car.”

Natalie was not comforted by the humor. She dialed again. No answer. She needed to stop. She hung up and stared out the window at the lights in the foothills of the Bernalillo Valley. She looked up at the Sandia Mountains and thought about the flights she and Lone Eagle had taken. He taught her how to transform herself into a hummingbird while she slept, and the process helped her heal from the accident. He also showed her the energy from the stones in her rock shop and how they could be used to help her heal. She was grateful for the knowledge but needed to know more. First, though, she wanted to make sure he was okay. She had to get a hold of him, talk to him more about what happened and reiterate things. She dialed again. One more time, then she would stop. This time the phone rang and rang. No voicemail. Figures. Lone Eagle was not like other people she knew. He was timeless, not interested in modern technology. Besides, in the few months she knew him, she discovered words never worked with him. There was one way to reach Lone Eagle and make him understand and not by phone. She would need to reach him in her dreams tonight.


Natalie Locke learned her lessons about texting while driving the hard way when an eighteen-wheeler crossed her path and she nearly lost her life. Thanks to her accident, she met her new mentor, Lone Eagle, a Native American Shaman who is destined to teach her about the healing powers in the rocks and stones she sells in her shop.

Can Lone Eagle teach her enough to mend her broken bones and dance at her high school prom?

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Promise You'll Never Forget Me

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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A young woman is invited to go hiking with an old flame, but already made other plans. The following week, when sh...
A young woman is invited to go hiking with an old flame, but already made other plans. The following week, when she discovers the man was killed, she struggles with feelings of guilt and remorse and finally begins to let these go when his ghost appears in the window of her parents’ home.
What unfinished business does the spirit have with her and can she find peace?
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Road To Casablanca

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Shy legal assistant, Cindy Brown needs help in the dating department so her friend Victoria signs her up for a dat...

He reached out to her and ran a strong hand down the center of her back and tugged it gently and whistled.

“Finally, a good look at the whole package.”

“You like?”

“Yeah. I wondered if anyone has some wire cutters around here? I’m tempted to cut that chain off myself and if there aren’t any tools around, I’ll just use my teeth.”

“How about I put you in chains later?”

“Now you’re talkin’. That will be well worth the wait.”

“You better believe it.”

“That is if I don’t just bite that dress off you right this minute.”

“Are you sure your teeth are strong enough for that?”

“Come here and we will find out, missy.”

Erick gently bit her neck and grabbed her thin waste and squeezed her butt. This time, she didn’t resist and he kissed her deeply and lovingly until the heat within him was beginning to rise to a boiling point.

He wanted to throw her back down on the bed, but unfortunately there were people waiting for them downstairs, so it would have to wait.

“Mmm, you taste good too, Erick.”


He reached his hands around her neck and noticed she was wearing the same jewelry she had on the night before.

“Sorry I didn’t get you any new jewelry for tonight, but there will be more coming up, promise.”

Cindy stopped kissing his neck and looked him square in the eye.

“Are you kidding? Haven’t you done enough already? I think this looks perfectly fine with what I have on tonight, don’t you?”

Erick did a once over her from head to toe.

“Uh yeah, I’d say it does, although you want to know what would look even better with that jewelry?”


“Your naked body.”

Erick reached out and kissed her more deeply than he had up until this point and he could feel her body melt like butter into his hands, her breath slow and deepen and his own passion rising within. He forced himself to back up again and wiped his mouth off with his hand, still feeling the hot wet kiss she gave him only seconds before. “Okay my lovely wife. Are you finally ready to go?”


Shy legal assistant, Cindy Brown needs help in the dating department so her friend Victoria signs her up for a dating service catering to wealthy executives.
Playboy Erick Redmund will be disinherited if he doesn’t find a suitable wife—and fast, so he hires the infamous Lovemore matchmaking agency to find a wifely woman to accompany him to Marrakech, Morocco, where he is launching his new career as an international film producer.
After romantic sunset dinners, drinks and camel rides make this match appear heavenly, misunderstandings threaten to tear Cindy and Erick apart.
Although the road to Casablanca is paved with unexpected twists and turns, will they find the most incredible surprise of all—true love?
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Samuel's Promise

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Set in the late 1800s, Samuel’s Promise describes the love story of Samuel and Nancy Ruggles who were forced...

“Hello, Nancy.” Samuel sat behind her desk, one arm folded over his stomach and his open Bible in the other.

Nancy’s pulse quickened and a sick acrid feeling churned inside. Why was he here and had the nerve to stalk her like this? Hadn’t yesterday been bad enough? She didn’t want to speak to him at all, so she didn’t. Instead, she kept her eyes forward and plopped her satchel down on the chair across from her desk and turned to go check the supply closet in the hall for lack of anything better to do. She wanted to put some space between them.

“Wait.” Samuel rose from the chair and walked around the desk, blocking her from leaving.

“I want to do my work so I can go.”

Samuel stepped closer. “Please.”

Nancy turned around and headed back toward her desk, her eyes gazing at the wooden floor. “Leave me alone.”

He leapt out in front of her, forcing her to stop walking. “I wanted to apologize about yesterday.”

Eyes diverted, she pushed his arm and continued past him to her desk. “Please leave.”

He held a small bouquet of wildflowers to her face, cleared his throat. “These are for you.”

Wasn’t he being a bit presumptuous? How did he know she overheard him talking to Mrs. Thurston? The moment she had the thought, she recalled the feeling of horror that must have crossed her face and the way she ran kicking and screaming from the school building with Mrs. Thurston trying, unsuccessfully, to chase her down. How dare he put her in a position to make such an utter fool of herself? And how dare he come here now demanding forgiveness? And with flowers too? She hadn’t had a bouquet of flowers since Thomas and never under such hostile circumstances. She propped herself against her desk and sighed.

Samuel pushed the flowers toward her. When she didn’t answer,  his hands began trembling. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

She glanced up at him, never taking the flowers from his hands. She tried to look through him, into his soul, see what made the mantic. Her first impression of him was all wrong. She thought he was kind and a caring teacher to young children, but in reality, behind those dark brown eyes was nothing but a heartless phony that was no more pious than a board in the wall.

His big eyes blinked. “Nancy?”

“What are you doing at my desk? I have work to do, so if you’ll excuse me…” She pushed past and walked behind the desk, taking a seat.

“I don’t want to bother you, Nancy. I wanted to say I’m sorry. I feel horrible. I never meant to hurt you.” He placed the bouquet on the one free spot on the corner of her desk. “Please say you’ll forgive me.”

Nancy drew a deep breath and clutched the bottom of the desk. She bit the inside of her mouth to keep her facial expression calm. “I forgive you, now go.”


Set in the late 1800s, Samuel’s Promise describes the love story of Samuel and Nancy Ruggles who were forced together by faith and the desire to serve God overseas in Hawaii. Samuel’s friend Henry Opukaha’ia, a native Hawaiian, dies before he can lead the missionaries to his homeland, Samuel promises him on his deathbed he will indeed return to Hawaii to fulfill his friend’s dying wish. Samuel has one problem—he’s not married and the company will only accept couples to the group. Nancy Wells works in the office of the Foreign Mission School and she too believes God is calling her to serve overseas, but after her true love was killed years earlier, Nancy closed her heart to everyone but God, and learns she too must find a husband quickly if her dream is to become reality.

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Sheikh's Design

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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To tame her wild heart requires a man of passion and resolve. Will the sheikh succeed in making Jamie a permanent...

 “Today, Axelrod Architecture is breaking new ground in our current markets by expanding overseas for the first time in the fifty years since our firm’s inception.”

Jamie stared out the window, lost in her thoughts. She wanted to work on her designs, not sit in a boring meeting. Her boss, Matt, never seemed to understand the way a creative mind thought. He only ever focused on one thing and one thing only—the bottom-line.

“We will be designing a new office tower in Dubai, and one of you will be traveling overseas as project manager. It is the biggest most exclusive contract we’ve ever had. I know my dad would have been proud, God rest his soul, and it’s because of you all that this is possible. The talent in this room is unquestionably the best in Texas and soon to be known as one of the best teams in the entire world, if I have anything to say about it.”

White fluffy clouds that looked like everything from animals to rocket ships floated peacefully past the office window and Jamie dreamed of the things she wanted to create.

“I have with me today Sheikh Amir Abu al Bari.”

Jamie heard the room explode in applause and turned to look at the incredibly handsome dark haired man at the front of the room. Impeccably dressed, he had a slight smile on his thin brown lips, which seemed to imply he had a secret. His jet-black hair and piercing eyes captured her attention fully. “The sheikh would like to say a few words. Mr. Abu al Bari, please.”

The sheikh stepped forward with a bow.

“Good morning. I am currently constructing the world’s largest office tower in Dubai. We will break ground in one month. This new building will house the Dubai Stock Exchange and will rival any building currently standing in the world. I am seeking the best architects in the world to assist me with my designs. My contacts assured me Axelrod Architecture is that firm.”

One month?

Jamie wondered how that could possibly happen if her firm handled the design. The plan wasn’t feasible.

“Excuse me.”

The sheikh turned to look at Jamie.


“None of the architectural designs have been rendered yet?” Jamie asked.

Matt’s eyes grew wide and he stepped forward to answer her, “No, Jamie, that’s where we come in.”

Jamie nodded.

“Why do you ask?”

The sheikh stared intently at her now, which made Jamie feel slightly uneasy. Jamie looked over at Matt who seemed to give the nod of approval for her to answer his question.

“Well, I don’t understand how you can expect to break ground in a month when none of the architectural designs have been rendered.”

“Why not?”


To tame her wild heart requires a man of passion and resolve. Will the sheikh succeed in making Jamie a permanent part of his life?
A powerful sheikh comes to Dallas to employ an architectural firm to build the largest skyscraper in the world in Dubai, the last thing he expects is to meet the woman of his dreams.
Jamie bewitched the sheikh for now, but is her spell enough to last a lifetime?
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Sheikh's Dream

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Sheikh Ari had one dream—to build the largest water park in the world—that is until he saw Jenny Bradl...

Jennifer Wesley, or Jenny, as her family called her, stared out the window at the vast sea of swimming pools surrounding the gigantic office tower where she worked.

Her father had called everyone in the entire company in for a special meeting. Their family-run business based in Orlando, Florida, had attracted a new high-profile client who would presumably take things to the next level, a dream Jenny’s father had since opening the business twenty years earlier.

The family designed water parks, and big ones at that. Nobody knew the business better than William Wesley. He’d been making dreams come true for thousands of people all over the United States. His were the most advanced water parks in existence, thanks to his incredible hydro-electrical power system which prevented water waste by keeping the water from evaporating too quickly into the atmosphere.

Jenny had been around the water park business her whole life. Since childhood she’d lived twenty-four seven inside amusement parks, floating and splashing around in swimming pools and basking in the glorious Florida sunshine. Over the years her father had shown her the ropes. The family business was her part-time job in high school, and now that she was recently graduated from college, her father had expanded her knowledge with the daily operations of the company and prepared her for this morning, when he would expect her to assist with their new client.

William Wesley wore a bright yellow shirt with starched slacks. He clasped his hands together and beamed at the twenty-five employees who gathered around a long, oval conference table. “Thank you for coming.”

Nobody but Jenny knew what her father was about to announce. She hoped the team would be more excited than she had been when she’d heard the news.

“All of you know how hard we’ve all worked to make a name for ourselves in the water park industry,” her father began. “Today I called you all here to announce that Wesley Waterparks is finally about to expand overseas for the first time in over twenty years.”

Jenny stared at the team, hoping they would take the expansion as positive news, the culmination of her father’s dream, not simply as a means to increase the bottom line. Jenny knew how hard her father worked for this, but she also remembered her mother’s wishes to keep the business local and do the best they could close to home.

“We have been charged to develop a new water park in Dubai.” He paused.

Gasps and whispers erupted in the otherwise silent room. Once the group calmed down, her father continued. “Of course part of the reason we were able to attract this business is because of each and every one of you. Our new system is quite attractive to people living in the desert where water is such a precious resource.”

Speaking of attractive, Jenny couldn’t help but notice the gorgeous man with jet black hair who stepped out of her father’s office. His tall thin frame was perfectly formed in a designer suit. Jenny studied every inch of the man, right down to his brown, polished shoes. Her mouth watered. Literally. She couldn’t recall a time when that had ever happened before, and it wasn’t the open box of glazed donuts on the end of the table tempting her taste buds, either. God was he sexy!

“One of you will be assigned to be project manager. Because of your unwavering commitment and talent, I am finally able to show you off as the best team in the world.”

The group always enjoyed praise.

Once again her father used the power of persuasion to captivate his team and ensure their loyalty to him. “So with that all said, I have someone I would like to introduce.” William turned and glanced over his shoulder at the handsome stranger. “Sheikh Ari.”

Applause filled the air.

“Team, is this the way you welcome our visitor?”

The encouragement caused the staff to clap louder.

Mr. Wesley nodded approvingly. “That’s more like it. The sheikh would like to say a few words. Mr. Ari, please.”

The sheikh stepped into her father’s place at the head of the conference table. “I have engaged Wesley Waterparks to develop the largest water park in my beautiful city of Dubai.”

A team member raised his hand. “When?”

“We will open in three weeks’ time.”

Jenny hated to be rude, but this was the first she’d heard of such a ludicrous plan and she couldn’t help asking, “How?”

The sheikh turned toward her and stared.

His deep black eyes sent shivers through her. She gulped and wished she’d kept her mouth shut because now, rather than her initial concern over how such a mighty feat could be accomplished, she had to worry about the fact that this man caused her hands to tremble and her heart to pound. She hoped he didn’t notice.

Her father chuckled nervously and stepped in to answer before the sheikh could say a word. “Anything is possible when you have the best team in the world working for you.”

“We are expanding an existing park.” The sheikh never took his gaze from hers.

“I see.” Jenny’s mouth felt dry, and she glanced at the carpet so as not to betray her attraction to this gorgeous stranger. She didn’t want to embarrass herself or her father, who would likely talk to her later about her rude behavior.

“What kind of expansion?” someone in the far corner asked.

“Tripling the size of the current facility,” the sheikh explained. “I bought this park, recognized the potential in the location, and learned of your firm. I had been led to believe you are the best in the world.” He glanced at Jenny’s father.

“He is,” she said, jumping to her father’s defense. “Without a doubt.”


Sheikh Ari had one dream—to build the largest water park in the world—that is until he saw Jenny Bradley. Now his only dream involves making her his wife. Will he succeed in winning her heart?
Since her mother’s death three years ago, Jenny Bradley has worked tirelessly to help her father run their business, Wesley Waterparks. Her father William plans to expand overseas, thanks to a sexy new client who Jenny finds more than distracting.
Sheikh Ari plans to expand an old water park in his home city of Dubai and make it the largest in the world. One look at Jenny, and his dream quickly shifts to thoughts of her. Despite Jenny’s lack of design experience, Ari insists she accompany him on the project or he will take his business elsewhere.
When Jenny tells her father she shouldn’t go, William confesses a secret. The family business will collapse without the sheikh’s funding.
Furious at her father’s irresponsibility, Jenny travels to Dubai out of a sense of duty to the preservation of her own dream, a water park to fund cancer research dedicated to the memory of her late mother. What she doesn’t expect are the feelings she develops for the kind sheikh, who appears to have everything but business on his mind. Will Jenny save Wesley Waterparks, and will she and the sheikh turn their dreams into reality?
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Split Second

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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The end of his life marked the beginning… Desperate and jobless a month before Christmas, Joe Crawford...

Joseph Crawford stood in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge. He stared down at the water, across the snow-dusted tops of buildings at the childhood home he loved more than any other place on earth. The sounds of honking horns faded into the farthest reaches of his mind while dozens of events from his past flooded his memory.

This felt right.

He knew what he was doing.

He closed his eyes, spread his arms wide and leaned forward.

The wind whipped through his hair. He recalled riding in his father’s convertible to the Catskills when he was five years old.

His two daughters came to mind. Images of their younger years, giggling and laughing in the back yard by their swing set and the time they went sailing off the shores of the Hamptons in his boss’ boat.

Good times—each and every one.

As the breeze picked up, his arms and legs began to numb from the sting of ice hitting his cheeks. He saw Marge in her white dress, her blonde curly hair was longer then than it was now. God was she beautiful! They had a wonderful wedding. She wouldn’t like this, but he hoped she could forgive him. She would—eventually.

He opened his eyes to the blue water below, the world sped up and slowed to a halt all at once. No regrets.

Eyelids pressed tight, he felt a sudden jerk and all motion stopped. He never even felt the water or the cracking sensation as every bone in his body shattered, only a complete cessation of movement. In a split second, his life was over.


The end of his life marked the beginning…

Desperate and jobless a month before Christmas, Joe Crawford attempts to toss himself from the Brooklyn Bridge when he is intercepted by Archangel Raphael and told he must first fulfill a mission before he can ascend to the pearly gates.

His family struggles with the knowledge of his suicide attempt and Joe continues to exist in half- misery when he receives a calling to assist one of the most challenging people in his life.

Will he move on in peace and fulfill his destiny?

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Tiger by the Tail

Written By: Leah Leonard
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Anything to save the animals!    Melanie will do whatever it takes to save her grandfather&rsq...

Melanie Harper sat in the passenger seat of her friend Kat’s blue Ford pickup and gazed at the gathered crowd in front of the shopping mall gritting her teeth. “I can’t go through with this.”

“Sure you can,” Kat insisted. “Why not? We might as well do something meaningful with our lives.”

Melanie wasn’t sure nudity had meaning. Besides, she already thought her life had meaning and plenty of it. At age twenty-nine, she owned and operated one of the largest game reserves in the entire state of Texas and was known by dignitaries all around the world for her work in breeding tigers in captivity, a skill her grandfather had passed on to her with his ranch prior to his death only two years earlier. Life had been good to her. She’d given up her day job to run her ranch full time.

Kat had founded Living Things, a group dedicated to the wellbeing of furry and feathered friends, and wanted Melanie to do the unthinkable, go naked in support of animal rights.

“What will the media say? It will be bad for business.”

Kat adjusted her cowboy hat. “From what I hear, all publicity is good.”

The group was protesting in front of a store in the mall that proudly sold a new line of armadillo handbags. Outraged, Kat and the rest of the group had decided to stage a publicity stunt to garner attention for the cause and put a stop to the sale of the handbags. Humanitarian reasons aside, the ridiculously ugly bags were hollowed out bodies with handles atop the little scaly creatures. Nobody should carry one of these. Period.

Only a diehard Texan would buy armadillo accessories anyway. Nevertheless, mortified Kat wanted to make a difference in the world the only way she knew how.

“A picket line would be okay, but this?” Melanie gestured to a group of wrinkled old people wearing nothing but signs covering their private parts.

Kat began unbuttoning her flannel shirt. “Nobody wants to see that, I agree, but you and I? Well, maybe we’ll meet an oilman or two.”

“You’re disgusting, you know it? I don’t parade around to get a date.”

“Which is probably why you haven’t had a date in a while.”

“What would my grandfather say? He’d probably roll over in his grave if he saw me flashing people.”

“It’s not about your naked body, Mel,” Kat said. “It’s about the animals, you know, saving animals from being tested and being turned into fur coats. It’s for a cause, not just because you’ve suddenly decided to become an exhibitionist.”

Melanie had many thoughts about ethical and humane treatment of animals. She’d learned from her grandfather, an avid hunter who fought for the humane treatment of animals and who, shortly before his death, allowed her to transform their game preserve into a wildlife sanctuary.

Her grandfather had made no apologies for his hunting expeditions all around the world over his seventy-eight years. He’d donated generously to overseas conservation projects and believed hunting helped prevent overpopulation.

He taught Melanie about the benefits of hunting to keep animal population levels down to prevent pestilence and disease from killing the animals instead. He believed hunting a necessary part of life.

Her grandfather had been one of the first in Texas to breed tigers in captivity and had pioneered processes for their care in the United States. Because of his efforts, Texas now had a larger tiger population than anywhere else on earth with the exception of India.

A featured expert in the media, Melanie became a welcome guest on programs in the North Texas area. Because of her growing celebrity, Kat wanted her there today to draw greater media attention to the event.

As they approached the southern entrance of the mall, where the protest was set to begin only moments later, Melanie and Kat saw the news trucks and a rather large crowd gathering, including the local police.

I’m going to be arrested, she told herself as they parked and began to walk up to the group.

“I don’t know about this.” Melanie told Kat again as they walked inside the mall.

“It’s now or never baby.” Kat dropped her dress and stepped out in all her natural born glory.

Lord have mercy, Melanie thought as she did the same, throwing her tank top and bra in the pile and stepping out of her shorts and panties, covering herself instead with a sign that said The Fur Stops Here.

“We’re here today at North Glen Mall where dozens of people are gathered in the flesh…” a TV reporter said into the camera.“ The PETA organization is here in the wealthiest part of our city, to protest fur by shedding theirs, and believe me folks, you’ll want to get here right now to get in on the action, because Dallas police are already gearing up for what might be the largest arrest of its kind in recent history.”

Melanie listened to his report with disgust. The media always found ways to sensationalize any event, although she had to admit in this case, there was something sensational going on here. While she eavesdropped and leaned in, trying to hear what he said, he caught a glimpse of her instantly recognizable face.


Anything to save the animals!   

Melanie will do whatever it takes to save her grandfather’s ranch and the wild tigers she keeps there, including participating in a nude protest. Little does she know Thomas Livingston is in the crowd. Livingston likes what he sees and makes Melanie an offer she can’t refuse to travel to India as a consultant on a documentary film.
The trouble is, Thomas has a less than stellar reputation and Melanie struggles to make the right decision. Thomas has seen right through her, but is there more to him than meets the eye and does he deserve a chance to win her heart?
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