One Wednesday Dinner: Single Dad Romance Novel (A Contemporary Christian Fiction Romance) (Diamond Lake Series Book 7)

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Brody leads a stable life as a Police Chief in Newport, Washington. He has a nice house, good looks and a few close friends. His life is turned upside down when a seven-year-old boy is suddenly dropped off on his doorstep, changing Brody’s life forever. Could this child truly be his son? Or is his ex-girlfriend from his college just pulling a fast one?

Find out in the final installment of the Diamond Lake Series by the best-selling Inspirational Romance Author, T.K. Chapin.

One Wednesday Dinner is book seven in the Inspirational Fiction Diamond Lake Series by T.K. Chapin.

****Can be read as a standalone

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A story about a single guy who gets thrown into the role of a dad. One Wednesday Dinner is a Christian single dad romance novel about relying on God during difficult times.

Story Sample from One Wednesday Dinner:

WIPING THE STEAM AWAY FROM the mirror, I spied a few gray hairs lingering along the side of my head. They weren’t there the day before, but I had found a few sprouting up in the last year. Leaning forward as I let out a heavy sigh, I inspected them. Sure, I was only twenty-eight years old and recently became the Newport Police Chief, but I had envisioned so much more for my life by this time—a wife, kids, and maybe even a German shepherd that tracked in mud on occasion. The years were speeding by like a river of time emptying into eternity, and I was left wondering what God had in store for me.

Continuing to get ready for the day down at the precinct, I shaved and slapped on a bit of Old Spice before getting the rest of my gear. As I fastened my duty belt across my waist in my bedroom, my doorbell unexpectedly rang. Sprinting through my mind the conversation I had with Charlie Dillard the day before, I wondered if he had been confused. He was due over at my house that evening at seven. It being a quarter after seven in the morning, I suspected that was the case. Charlie and I were working on building a dog house for Dylan and Charlotte’s new puppy.

I made my way to the front door and opened it. My eyes grew wide as my heart started to pound. It wasn’t Charlie, but a long-forgotten woman from my past.

“Jessica?” The word tumbled from my lips, but it didn’t make sense. I hadn’t seen her since college, almost eight years ago.

“Brody.” Desperation dripped from her soft pink lips I once knew. She hadn’t appeared to age a day since college. The ragged sweatshirt and torn up jeans she was wearing sang a sad song, but her face and skin were still radiant the way I had remembered. Her hand came up and rested on a little boy’s head at her waistline, drawing my eyes away from her. Dirty blond hair and a broken smile weighed on the boy’s expression. His eyes held a story of struggle. Jessica smoothed his hair and said, “Could we come in?”

A quick glance over her shoulder gave me the indication she was in trouble of some kind. Her eyes shifted back to me once again. A pained but hopeful look rested in her eyes and I recalled the countless women who frequented the precinct in the hopes of the cops helping them lock up deadbeat boyfriends and abusive husbands. I knew the look she had in her eyes all too well. My eyes turned to the boy.

“Come in,” I offered, opening the door fully. The two of them walked inside. Leading them into the living room, I gave the boy a gun magazine from the rack I kept alongside the couch and he sat down, skimming the pages. Jessica and I walked into the kitchen. Lowering my voice as I leaned against the counter and narrowed my focus on her, I asked, “What’s going on?”

“That’s your son in the other room.”

Taken aback, I took a step back, retracting from the notion and her. I couldn’t help but steal a glance around the corner and scan his facial features for a moment. A wave of uneasiness rose inside me like a rising tide in the morning. Returning my gaze to Jessica, I noticed her eyes were shifting to the left and right.

“I can’t have a son, Jess.” Shaking my head, I couldn’t come to grips with what she was attempting to tell me.

“But you do.”

Raising a hand, I shook my head. “If you’re in trouble, Jess, I can help. But don’t try to tell me I have a son.”

“The less you know, the better. I just need you to take care of him for a few days. I’ll be back on Wednesday. I promise I’ll come back for him, Brody.” She pressed her hand against her forehead as her eyes watered. My heart softened. Tears from any woman had a way of moving compassion through me.

Coming closer to her, I touched her arm lightly and leaned in, catching her eyes. “I can help, but not like that. I’m the Chief of Police and I have—”

Biting her lip, she squinted. “That’s exactly why I thought you could take care of him. You can protect Peter.”

“Protect him from what? And what about you?”

She turned her head away.

“Jess . . .” My words stuck to the top of my mouth, struggling to form. “You just show up on my doorstep expecting me to take care of your kid?”

“But he’s yours too, Brody.”

I took in a deep breath of reality, trying to let it sink in. It didn’t sit right with me. I couldn’t believe her words. She would’ve told me before now. Crossing my arms, I leaned against the counter. “You know I can find out if that’s true.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” she asked, shaking her head. Pulling out a folded piece of paper, she handed it to me. “You’ll need that. It’s my written permission to get it done. I know you, Brody. I knew you’d want to test him.”

My cellphone I left on my bed began ringing. Raising a finger, I said, “One second.” Leaving the kitchen, I took off down the hallway to my bedroom. The number was from an unknown caller.

“Jenkins,” I answered, heading back through the doorway.

“We have a lead on the bell.” The words stopped me, causing me to step back into my room.

A group of divers, hired by the Mayor of Newport, had found the infamous golden bell that had been lost years ago. The entire town was ecstatic that the town’s long lost treasure had been recovered. There was a ceremony and celebration as the townspeople removed the horse statue that had been a placeholder for so many years. When the ribbon was cut and the bell in place, the town of Newport was happy. That joy didn’t last long as someone, probably several, stole the bell. I tried to warn the mayor about the ramifications of a solid gold bell in the middle of town, but he didn’t seem too worried about it. The bell only made it two days before being snatched by the thieves.

Pulling back the phone from my ear as I turned and walked near my bed, I peered at the number again. It didn’t register in my mind in the slightest. Bringing it back to my ear, I asked, “Who is this?”

“Ponce, sir.” Nate Ponce was the new recruit at the station. I hadn’t saved his number into my phone. He had been helping head up the missing bell investigation that launched late last month. “This woman believes she knows who did it.”

“I’ll save your number. Sorry about that. Tell me, Ponce. Where is this witness now?” Up until this witness, there was not a single scrap of evidence or even the faint hint of a lead. A break in the case was not only great for the rookie, but for our entire police force. There had been reports of unsettled feelings beginning to develop amongst the townsfolk after a man was wrongfully imprisoned for a murder and then the bell vanished. We needed something like this to rally support and faith in the police department.

“I have her here at the precinct. She agreed to come in for questioning.” He paused. “She’s talking about leaving soon though . . .”

“I’m heading there now.”

Hanging up, I walked down the hallway to the kitchen to return to Jess. “Sorry to cut this reunion short, but I’m going to—”

She wasn’t there.

My jaw clenched and my heart raced. Maybe she went outside to get something from the car? A hopeful thought, but not likely. Grabbing my keys from the kitchen counter, I headed out into the living room to leave and saw the boy still sitting quietly on my couch.

He looked up from the magazine. When his weepy eyes connected with mine, I already knew she was gone.

“Where’s your mom?” I asked, already dreading the answer I knew to be true.

His eyes gravitated over to the door. “She left.”

A mixture of anger and sadness for the boy bubbled up to the forefront of my mind. Grabbing my cellphone, I was about to call Child Protective Services, but then Jess’s words pressed against my mind. He was my son. Is it true? Going to Child Protective Services was what I was trained to do, but if this little guy was my own flesh and blood, I couldn’t hand him over to them. He was my responsibility if it were true.

Pinching the bridge of my nose for a moment, I massaged, trying to let my indignation for Jess cool to a manageable level. Opening my eyes a moment later, I looked at the kid. “Come on. We’re leaving.”

The boy set down the magazine and stood up.

“Go ahead and grab that and bring it with us. You’re going to be sitting around a while down at the precinct.”

His eyes widened, flashing worry and uncertainty, yet he remained quiet.

“It’s okay. I’m a cop, Peter. I need to get to work, and I have nowhere for you to go. You’ll have to tag along with me today.” Walking over to the kid, I reached past him and retrieved a few more magazines. Handing them to him, I said, “Take a few extra. Just in case.”

No words came from his lips, just compliance. He grabbed a few more magazines and followed me out the door. Walking the driveway, I saw a backpack sitting beside my police cruiser. I opened the back door of the cop car, and Peter’s steps slowed to a stop.

“What?” I asked. Turning my head, I saw my cruiser from the perspective of a civilian, possibly a civilian who had not known the police to be the good guys. “It’s okay, Peter. You’re not in trouble. My other car stays at the station most of the time. We have to use this car to get to my job.”

He still didn’t want to get in.

In the front seat, I grabbed a Junior Police sticker and handed it over to him in the driveway. Raising an eyebrow as I saw him inspect it, I said, “We’re the good guys, kid. You can trust me.”

Peter looked up at me, and for the first time that morning, I saw a hint of a smile. Though it fell away pretty much right after it arrived, I could tell I got to him for at least a moment. Nothing like a sticker to help ease the painful experience of your mother dropping you off with a stranger. Finally, he was content enough to get into the back of the police cruiser and we headed down to the station.


Arriving at the precinct, I had the boy sit down in the row of chairs against the wall near where Tracy, our precinct’s receptionist, sat. That morning, like most mornings, was slow, and most of the officers spent their time IVing caffeine to help get a start on the day. Most crime happens in the later hours of the day, revving up to full-swing by night. My mother told me as a boy that nothing good happens after ten o’clock. I never knew how true that was until I began my career in law enforcement. Night was when the sins of the people were hidden, or at least that’s what they hoped.

“Can you keep an eye on the boy?” I asked Tracy. “His name is Peter.” Tapping my fingers on the counter and raising an eyebrow, I waited. I could tell she was flustered and busy with her own duties. That, coupled with the fact that everyone in the precinct knew how much she wished she could stay home with her two little boys. She had done it for years. That changed, though, after her husband, Mike, was lost at sea on a shrimp boat last year up in the Bering Sea. She had no other option than to go back to work. She was always stressed and homesick, though she made a strong attempt to hide it. Leaning in, I lowered my voice and looked at her directly. “I know it’s not your job and it’s inconvenient for you, but I would really appreciate it and I’d owe you one.”

She smiled, appreciation lighting her eyes. “That’s fine. Officer Ponce is in the interview room waiting for you.”

Nodding, I said, “Thank you.” I didn’t have to coat my request in apologies, but I had empathy for her daily struggle. Turning around, I went back over to Peter and looked down at him. “Sit here and I’ll be back in a while. Okay?”

He nodded, no words.

“All right then.” As I walked away, I peered over my shoulder at the kid. Everything felt wonky and unfamiliar to me. Leaving the child behind with the magazines, I turned my focus to the case of the missing bell and headed into the interview room.





A Christian Single Dad Romance Novel

Good Christian romance novels need to address some tough subjects at times. Not everyone is going to find their prince charming at church in Sunday school. The truth is life can be messy and often is, and that’s why I wrote this story. To highlight the fact that sometimes mistakes happen and we have to deal with the consequences of our actions. Inspirational fiction characters that you can root for fill the pages of this story and that’s why I recommend this romance novel about a single dad finding his way in life.

Through much prayer and consideration, T.K. Chapin has fashioned this story into a piece of Christian literature that will bless you in reading and encourage you in your walk with Christ.


About The Author

Christian Author T.K. Chapin Portrait

The Christian Author Who Keeps God At The Center Of Everything.

T.K. CHAPIN is an award-winning Inspirational Christian Romance and fiction author who designs his stories to inspire and tug on your heartstrings.

He believes that telling authentic stories of faith, love, and family helps build the faith of believers while inviting non-believers into the reality of God.

Each story highlights how God can work in the lives of those who follow Him.

Chapin gives all credit for his writing and storytelling abilities to God. The majority of his stories take place in and around his hometown of Spokane Washington.

Chapin & his wife reside in Southeast Idaho and have three children.

When not writing, he enjoys traveling, swimming, and spending time with friends & family.

Vision For Christian Romance Novels With Realistic Characters

Christian romance novels are often just about two people falling in love, but it goes far beyond just that in T.K. Chapin books.

Real-to-life stories about realistic people are in every single book that Chapin writes.

People struggle with their life and sometimes their faith, Chapin captures that in every story he tells.

If you’re looking for a Christian romance novel that not only entertains but also inspires, pick up a copy of one of the many titles T.K. Chapin has published.

The Vision

As a Christian author, speaker and entrepreneur, it’s T.K. Chapin’s hope and desire to help build the Kingdom of God for His glory alone. It’s through the stories, articles, and connections with others that this is made possible.

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