Sunday's Child

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Copyright

Dedication

Series

Praise for Clare Revell

Other titles by Clare Revell

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Sunday's Child

 

 

Clare Revell

 

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

 

Sunday's Child

 

COPYRIGHT 2013 by Clare Revell

 

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Contact Information: [email protected]

 

All scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version
(R),
NIV
(R),
Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984 by Biblica, Inc.™ Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide. www.zondervan.com

 

Cover Art by Nicola Martinez

 

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Publishing History

First White Rose Edition, 2014

Paperback Edition ISBN 978-1-61116-310-0

Electronic Edition ISBN 978-1-61116-309-4

Published in the United States of America

Dedication

 

Dedicated to all the members of the Royal National Lifeboat Institution who volunteer to save lives at sea.

Also to Cal who wanted to be the hero.

 

Thanks to

 

Huge thanks go to

Hayling Island RNLI Station for letting me visit and spend several hours asking questions and taking photos. Not to mention the immediate answer to all my emails.

Particular thanks go to:

Jonathan Bradbury

Graham Raines MBE

The crew of Red Watch

Also to

@RNLI on twitter

Liz Cook at RNLI HQ

More information can be found about the RNLI at
http://rnli.org/Pages/default.aspx

 

Special Thanks to

 

Editor in Chief Nicola Martinez for listening to my proposal for a seven book series and going with it.

Editor Lisa McCaskill for her patience, guidance and inspirational photos for the entire series.

You are both a blessing and a joy to work with. I'm so grateful to be part of the Pelican Book Family.

 

Monday's Child must hide for protection

Tuesday's Child tenders direction

Wednesday's Child grieves for his soul

Thursday's Child chases the whole

Friday's Child is a man obsessed

Saturday's Child might be possessed

And Sunday's Child on life's seas is tossed

Awaiting the Lifeboat that rescues the lost
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The Lifeboat Prayer

 

Merciful Father, all things in heaven and earth are held within Your loving care, look with favor upon the Royal National Lifeboat Institution. Protect and bless the crews of all our lifeboats, our lifeguards and all who risk their own safety to bring help to others.

Guide all who work for the Institution as volunteers, supporters or staff that they may be faithful to the vision of our founders, so that it may always be seen as a beacon of hope and light to those who find themselves in peril on the seas. Through the same Jesus Christ, to whom with You and the Holy Spirit be honor and glory, now and forever.

Amen

 

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Oh, Lord, our boat is so small, and Thy sea is so vast. Please protect us.

 

Praise for Clare Revell

 

Monday's Child

Traditional romance readers will love this story! However, the plot doesn't stop at romance. A few of my favorite things about this story were; the heart pumping explosive incident, the English, Scottish, and American accents I could actually hear as I read, and an underlining thread of faith. - JoAnn Carter

 

Tuesday's Child

As a hard of hearing person, I easily identified with the deaf heroine whose faith and love were her bedrock. I cannot begin to recommend this book highly enough. The suspense will make your hairs stand at attention. Get it, read it, you'll be happy you did ~ J. Wright

 

Wednesday's Child

Liam Page is wounded. The burdens he carries tug your heart. I love the ordained way in which he meets our more than worthy heroine, Jacqui Dorne. Their paths, we discover, were meant to intersect—not just on a professional but on a personal level as well. ~ Marianne Evans

 

After The Fire

Clare Revell has written a wonderful Christian mystery in
After the Fire
. From the beginning, I found myself drawn into the story. The descriptions brought the story to life, and the vibrant characters felt like they could step off the page. Second-chance-at-love stories are always fun to read, and this one did not disappoint. ~ EA West

 

Other titles by Clare Revell

 

Novels

After the Fire

Turned

 

Monday's Child

Tuesday's Child

Wednesday's Child

Thursday's Child

Friday's Child

Saturday's Child

 

 

Novellas

Season for Miracles

Cassie's Wedding Dress

Time's Arrow

An Aussie Christmas Angel

 

Dollar Downloads

Saving Christmas

 

Free Reads

Kisses from Heaven

 

 

 

 

 

Glossary

 

LOM
– Lifeboat Operations Manager makes the decision to launch at the request of the Coastguard.

DLA
– Deputy Launch Authority also able to make the decision to launch if the LOM not on duty

DODO
– Drive On Drive Off rig used to launch the inshore lifeboat. The tractor tows the lifeboat in its cage into the sea.

RNLI
– Royal National Lifeboat Institution. The RNLI is the charity that saves lives at sea. They provide an on call, 24-hour lifeboat search and rescue service and a seasonal lifeguard service on the beaches. It's staffed entirely by volunteers. Not part of the Coastguard.

RHIB
- Rigid Hull Inflatable Boat. Also known as a RIB

Bunny Suit
– the fleece onesie worn underneath the crew dry suits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And Sunday's Child on life's seas is tossed, awaiting the Lifeboat that rescues the lost.

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And He saith unto them, 'Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith?' Then He arose, and rebuked the winds and the sea; and there was a great calm. Matthew 8:26

 

“Rainbow Lodge is a small, family run, Christian guest house on the banks of the River Thames. Providing bed, breakfast, and home cooked evening meals, it's a home away from home.”

Hattie Steele tilted her head and looked at the computer screen. Designing the new brochure for the guest house she helped run alongside her twin brother and his wife, had seemed such a simple task when Steve suggested it. But it had taken up most of the day and turned into a mammoth job. Nothing else had been done, unless Penny or Steve had done it, but she doubted that. Pigs would fly first.

And try as she might, she still couldn't get rid of those annoying green squiggly lines from the text. She just had to take comfort from the fact that said green lines wouldn't be printed in the final version. She also liked the fact she could click ‘ignore' and they vanished.

“Each room is ensuite, with tea and coffee making facilities. There is a large screen TV in the lounge. We also have a games room and a large garden, with barbeque in the summer months.”

She added the photos she'd taken earlier and hit save. A few clicks later and she had something she was happy with. If only those green lines would go away. If she found them annoying, Aunt Laurie, a famous novelist, must hate them even more. She pushed the chair back, needing some tea, when a cup appeared at her elbow.

She grinned. “Are you reading my mind again, Steve?”

“Of course I am. How else do I keep tabs on my baby sister? You have a problem with that, Hattie?” Her brother grinned as he handed her the cup.

“Excuse me…
Baby sister
? You are five whole minutes older than me. How does that make me a baby?” She let the mock outrage drop as the scent of the tea filled her senses. She took a long sip. “What do you think of the brochure?”

“I think you're a genius, but then I'm biased.”

“Uh huh. Be serious and you haven't even looked at it yet.”

“I am being serious. You've saved us about a couple of hundred quid in design costs, if not more.” Steve studied the screen, running a hand through his short blond hair. “You spelled facilities wrong. You have faculties.”

“Oops. My bad.” Hattie changed it. “Better?”

Steve nodded. “Better. It's nice to see you putting your God given talents to use.”

Hattie tucked her hair back behind her ears. “According to you, God gave me more talents than I can shake a stick at. There's this, floor cleaning, silver polishing, cooking, organizing, and shopping. Not to mention changing the beds and making those new curtains you wanted in room twelve. I'm surprised you don't still make me do the accounts as well, like you used to do. I tell you, slaves had it easy compared to what I do all day every day.”

He laughed. “I have an accountant to do the books, which is why you no longer do them. Speaking of cooking, the new guest, Callum Trant, is arriving before dinner now. He managed to get an earlier train. Is that going to be a problem? Remember I told you about his allergy when he booked. The last thing we need is someone like him getting sick or dying.”

For a moment Hattie wondered why Mr. Trant was different to any other guest, but didn't pursue it. “I remember. No nuts of any description, especially macadamia and peanuts. It's fine. I never use nuts anyway and what few packets I do use, I always read carefully. There is nothing in the kitchen, or his room come to that, which can hurt him. And I have thrown out every jar of peanut butter and put all the plates and knives through the dishwasher. Not to mention scrubbed out all the cupboards and then thrown away the cloths I used. And I made his room up this morning when I did the rest of them. So, no, Mr. Trant arriving early won't be a problem.” She winked. “How would you ever manage if I left?”

“You're not allowed to. Whoever you marry has to move in here, too.”

“Just because Penny moved in when she married you, doesn't mean—”

“And his name has to start with a P.”

Hattie twisted and gave her twin the horrified stare she'd perfected over the years. “
Excuse me
?”