Welcome back to friendly Bonita Creek, a small town in the Coastal Mountains of the Mendocino Coast of California . . .
Jorie Woodstone is the owner and operator of the wildly successful Cowgirl Bakery in Old Town Bonita Creek. She appears to have it all. She is musically gifted and belongs to a warm, loving, supportive family; but she's built a brick fortress around her heart after being traumatized by an acquaintance in an unforgettable event three years earlier.
Join this talented, spirited cowgirl as she journeys on through life's joys and sorrows with faith, strength, courage, and love on the road to true happiness.
'Jorie's Journey,' Book Two in the Bonita Creek Series, is a contemporary Christian Western romance story which is completely clean in language and content.
Includes an original recipe by the author!
"Hello, miss. I need to pick up a couple of pies to take over to my friend's house for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. The Cowgirl Bakery was highly recommended to me by my hostess at the bed and breakfast inn where I'm staying. Please don't let me down by telling me it's too late to order pies for the occasion." His mouth settled into a sweet pout.
"What flavors did you have in mind?" Jorie tried to sound thrilled to have his business at this late hour. In truth, she was exhausted from the multitude of Thanksgiving orders for pies and other baked goods she'd received from her ultra-supportive hometown. She dreamed of going home early tonight to soak her exhausted body in a luxurious bubble bath and watch a couple of episodes of her favorite Masterpiece Mystery series.
"What do you recommend? I mean, you're the one who works in a bakery and all."
"I think it's always nice to offer an assortment of pies. How about one organic apple cinnamon and one organic pumpkin nutmeg? Most people seem to like one or both of those flavors."
"I'm from New Orleans, so I was dreaming of a pecan pie . . ."
"No can do," Jorie clipped off. "We don't usually do pecan pie here in California. Well, I mean we don't do pecan pie without some advance notice. It's too late to order organic pecans for tomorrow."
"What a shame," the customer shook his head sadly. "Well, I guess I'll just have to accept the fact tomorrow will be my first Thanksgiving feast ever without a slice or two or three of pecan pie."
He looked as if he were already grieving the loss of pecan pie on his Thanksgiving menu. Jorie felt a twinge of regret for his loss, but the line of customers behind him was stacking up and she was short-handed today. Her most-experienced employee, Connie, had requested the day off so that she and her husband could travel to spend the holiday with their family in Idaho. Her other experienced employee, James, was home nursing a bad case of strep throat and was unable to serve the public.
She wanted nothing more than to hurry this man along. However, she accepted long ago the reality that a large part of being a successful small business owner was to project the image that said owner actually enjoyed working with the public. She always attempted to give the illusion of being the queen of customer service in Bonita Creek.
Being a lifelong introvert had made being in a customer service job a supreme challenge for the down-to-earth cowgirl. Since her business was successful beyond her loftiest dreams and goals, the thirty-one-year old with dark auburn hair and hazel eyes believed her attempts at being an extrovert were worth the benefits she reaped in customer loyalty and goodwill.
In an effort to put the customer first she offered, "I could probably throw together a walnut pie for you to pick up early tomorrow morning. I know for a fact that the market around the corner doesn't have any pecans either because I asked the owner about them earlier this week. A walnut pie is the best I can do at this late hour."
"You'd do that for me? I mean, make a special pie on Thanksgiving morning for a complete stranger?"
Jorie clenched her jaw and attempted to cover it with a half-baked smile. "Sounds like I would—I mean, will."
"Well, then, I accept your gracious offer. Give me one apple, one pumpkin, and one walnut. I'll be here at whatever time you tell me to be to pick them up tomorrow morning, miss."
"Aren't you concerned about the cost of the pies?" she probed.
"No. Like I said, your bakery came highly recommended from the owner over at the inn. Mrs. Redmond said ya'll's pies are simply the cat's pajamas, as my grandma would say. Besides, I really want to make a good impression at the feast I'm invited to tomorrow. I'll be celebrating with the family of my best college buddy, and I want to show his family I have exquisite taste and refined manners."
"Well, I can't do anything about your manners, but the pies will be scrumptious. And just so you know, the pies are twenty dollars each."
"Is that enough? I don't cook or bake at all, so I live at the mercy of talented folks like you. I'd be glad to pay extra because of the short notice and all."
"Twenty dollars apiece is at least twice as much as the diner out on the highway charges for its pies. Of course, I use only the freshest organic ingredients in my pies, and everything is made from scratch each day. No need for you to pay extra; I'm grateful for your business. Even though we've been really busy with pre-holiday orders, we don't usually get a lot of street traffic around these parts on a holiday weekend."