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Tamara Allen weaves a wonderful tapestry of time and place in this gentle, historical romance between Whit, a newspaper reporter and Peter, a mysterious toff he meets up with one night.

Set in the Great Depression when so many were out of work and jobs were scarce, Whit is on his last dollar and trying to keep things together. Familiar times, familiar sentiments. In those days a dollar could buy you dinner and a bed for the night in a flophouse...and maybe find you some desperately needed good luck. Whit meets Peter in the flophouse and they wind up spending the night together someplace completely different. At first Whit comes off as a bit hardened, a bit of a moocher, understandable given the times and his situation; but his real persona, gentle and kind, eventually comes out.

This is such a lovely combination of found love and paying it forward; of how people can lean on and help each other in desperate times and make a ‘small miracle.’ A good reminder for us in these present times of crisis, blame-making, and name-calling.

“There'd been a time when Whit would never have believed it could be done with just a willing hand and generous spirit. Now he wondered if there was any other way.”