The Glenbrooke Series The storybook town of Glenbrooke is about to become Jessica's new home and she can't wait to settle in. She has eagerly planned this chance for a fresh start and knows how important it is that she hide the details of her past. However, an unexpected encounter with a compassionate paramedic named Kyle changes everything. Come to Glenbrooke - a quiet place where souls are refreshed. "A Glenbrooke Christmas" inspired by this novel airs on Hallmark Movies & Mysteries December 12, 2020. "Robin's tender heart and wisdom make every one of her books poignant and unforgettable. Her storytelling is a breath of fresh air." -- Karen Kingsbury , New York Times bestselling author "Gunn is adept at denuding light fiction of its usual tics - mediocre prose, clichéd characters and predictable plots - and imbuing it with the hallmarks of literary fiction. The characters are multidimensional and ring true at nearly every turn. " -- Publishers Weekly "A Glenbrooke Christmas" inspired by this novel airs on Hallmark Movies & Mysteries December 12, 2020. Pure Romance elevates every one of the 8 unforgettablelove stories in the Glenbrooke series by best-selling and award-winning author Robin Jones Gunn. ROBIN JONES GUNN is the much loved author of 90 books with over 5 million copies sold worldwide. Her popular Christy Miller series continues in the new Christy&Todd:The Married Years series. The award winning Sisterchicks ® novels and best-selling Glenbrooke series are book club favorites along with her non-fiction titles, Victim of Grace and Praying For Your Future Husband. Robin is a frequent speaker at local and international events. She and her husband have two grown children and live in Hawaii. Be among the first to hear about Robin's upcoming projects by signing up for the Robin's Nest Newsletter at robingunn.com. When you sign up you'll receive10% off your next purchase in Robin's BookShop. Chapter One Jessica Morgan gripped her car’s steering wheel and read the road sign aloud as she cruised past it. “Glenbrooke, three miles.” The summer breeze whipped through her open window and danced with the ends of her shoulder-length, honey-blond hair. “This is it,” Jessica murmured as the Oregon road brought her to the brink of her new life. For months she had planned this step into independence. Then yesterday, on the eve of her twenty-fifth birthday, she had hit the road with the back seat of her used station wagon full of boxes and her heart full of dreams. She had driven ten hours yesterday before stopping at a hotel in Redding, California. After buying Chinese food, she ate it while sitting cross-legged on the bed watching the end of an old black-and-white movie. Jessica fell asleep dreaming of new beginnings and rose at 6:30, ready to drive another nine hours on her birthday.9 I’m almost there, she thought. I’m really doing this! Look at all these trees. This is beautiful. I’m going to love it here! The country road meandered through a grove of quivering willows. As she passed them, the trees appeared to wave at her, welcoming her to their corner of the world. The late afternoon sun shot between the trees like a strobe light, striking the side of her car at rapid intervals and creating stripes. Light appeared, then shadow, light, then shadow. As Jessica drove out of the grouping of trees, the road twisted to the right. She veered the car to round the curve. Suddenly the bright sunlight struck her eyes, momentarily blinding her. Swerving to the right to avoid a truck, she felt her front tire catch the gravel on the side of the road. Before she realized what was happening, she had lost control of the car. In one terrifying instant, Jessica felt the car skid through the gravel and tilt over on its side. Her seat belt held her fast as Jessica screamed and clutched the steering wheel. The car tumbled over an embankment, then came to a jolting halt in a ditch about twenty feet below the road. The world seemed to stop. Jessica tried to cry out, but no sound came from her lips. Stunned, she lay motionless on her side. She quickly blinked as if to dismiss a bizarre daydream that she could snap out of. Her hair covered half her face. She felt a hot, moist trickle coursing down her chin and an acidic taste filling her mouth. I’m bleeding! Peering through her disheveled hair, Jessica tried to focus her eyes. When her vision began to clear, she could make out the image of the windshield, now shattered, and the mangled steering wheel bent down and pinning her left leg in place. Suddenly her breath came back, and with her breath came the pain. Every part of her body ached, and a ring of white dots began to spin wildly before her eyes, whether she opened or closed them. Jessica was afraid to move, afraid to try any part of her body and find it unwilling to cooperate. This didn’t happen! It couldn’t have. It was too fast. Wake up, Jess! Through all the cotton that seemed to f