Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Flight of Fancy by Laurie Alice Eakes



A Flight of Fancy
The Daughters of Bainbridge House Series- #2
By Laurie Alice Eakes

Filled with the mystique of London society and the charming beauty of the English countryside, A Flight of Fancy explores what it means to find the true source of happiness and love amid the distractions of life. Readers will love the next installment in this rousing Regency series from accomplished author Laurie Alice Eakes.
Cassandra Bainbridge has twice set aside her scholarly pursuits--once for the London Season and once for her wedding preparations. Love seems a wonderful alternative to study, until disaster strikes. When an accident brings an end to her betrothal, she heads for the country to recover from both her injuries and her broken heart. There she pursues her love for ballooning and envisions a future for herself as a daring aeronaut. But when her former fiancé slips back into her life, what course will she choose?
Laurie Alice Eakes is the author of Lady in the Mist, A Necessary Deception, Heart's Safe Passage, and several other novels. She won a National Readers Choice Award for Best Regency in 2007 for Family Guardian. Laurie Alice writes full-time from her home in Texas, where she lives with her husband and sundry dogs and cats.

Praise for Laurie Alice Eakes’s A Necessary Deception- #1 in The Daughters of Bainbridge House Series:

A marvelously well told adventure detailing the difficulties of British life for a woman during 1812 – and the faith that can be found in the trying times. – CBA Retailers & Resources

4 stars
The first in Eakes’ Daughters of Bainbridge House series, this is a great Regency-era novel with characters who may not be who people think they are. These characters are lovable, caring and willing to let their tender sides show. – RT Reviews

Laurie Eakes whisks the reader into 1812 – London Society – into the Regency Era. It’s a world filled with drawing rooms, masquerade balls and a time when women were entrĂ©ed into society in hopes of a marriage proposal.  This author knows her stuff and brings historical richness to the story I adored. This was an intriguing story filled with mystery.  I recommend this book to the historical minded and those who like a good mystery! - Nora St Laurent

My Review - Flight of Fancy

A Flight of FancyA Flight of Fancy by Laurie Alice Eakes

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


The constant back and forth between Cassandra and Geoffrey in A FLIGHT OF FANCY became tiresome and tended to frustrate me more than it captivated me.
We first read of the volatile relationship between Cassandra and Geoffrey in A NECESSARY DECEPTION.  Their passion for each other consumes them, and is the center of their up and down relationship.  A FLIGHT OF FANCY picks up after Cassandra’s tragic accident.  An accident that has left her scared and convinced that she and Geoffrey are no good for each other.

Geoffrey is beside himself with guilt but refuses to give up on the love of his life.  He has every intention to prove to Cassandra that they are meant for each other.

Cassandra on the other hand decides to do everything in her power to convince Geoffrey they have no future.  And her fascination with balloon flight is just the thing she plans to use to show Geoffrey she will never allow him to control her again.

The next three hundred plus pages is an ongoing tennis match of back and forth between Cassandra pushing Geoffrey away, and Geoffrey’s persistence that Cassandra is the only woman for him.  Throw in rioters burning down mills, a Major injecting himself into the family for a yet unseen reason, balloon trials and travels, Cassandra’s younger sister following in her footsteps when it comes to men, and a murderous plot, and you have A FLIGHT OF FANCY in a nutshell.  I finished reading the book because I wanted to get to the bottom of who was trying to kill Geoffrey and why.  But towards the end, I found myself doing a lot of skimming because quite frankly, I felt the author over estimated the patience of her readers and I could only handle so much back and forth between the heroine and hero.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

A Promise to Love



A Promise to Love
By Serena B. Miller

Serena B. Miller takes her readers on a rich, historical journey that combines both romance and a touch of mystery. In this fascinating story of love and family commitment, Miller introduces us to characters that capture our hearts and imagination as they discover that love is more than just words.
Ingrid Larsen, a young Swedish immigrant, arrives in Michigan in 1871 to search for her brother who has disappeared into the woods to work the dangerous lumber camps. Destitute and barely hanging on to hope, she encounters a newly-widowed farmer who is struggling to raise five children on his own. Marriage would solve both of their problems, and so Ingrid proposes to a man she barely knows. She will fight to protect her new family--but the hardest battle of all will be winning the heart of her new husband.
Serena B. Miller is the author of The Measure of Katie Calloway and Love Finds You in Sugarcreek, Ohio, as well as numerous articles for periodicals such as Woman's World, Guideposts, Reader's Digest, Focus on the Family, Christian Woman, and more. She lives on a farm in southern Ohio.

Endorsements for Serena B. Miller and A Promise to Love:

A Promise to Love is historical fiction at its finest! Brimming with romance, history, and a touch of mystery, this story is a joyous portrayal of true love and God’s gift of family. Serena Miller writes with an irresistible freshness and honesty, crafting compelling characters that tug on your heartstrings and leave you changed. A Promise to Love met all my expectations and more. I eagerly anticipate her next novel!”—Laura Frantz, author of Love’s Reckoning

“In A Promise to Love, Serena Miller has done it again. With fascinating history and characters you can’t help but love, she’s written a story that pulls at your heartstrings and keeps you turning pages as fast as you can to see what happens next. And just when you think the story tension can’t get any higher, she turns up the excitement another notch. A story not to be missed!”—Ann H. Gabhart, author of Words Spoken True and The Gifted

“If you’re searching for novels with both heart and soul, you will love the thoughtful and richly satisfying works of Serena Miller. I do.”—Emilie Richards, author of Sunset Bridge and One Mountain Away

My Review - A Promise to Love

A Promise to LoveA Promise to Love by Serena B. Miller

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Serena B. Miller proves that you can take an old formula and make it fresh with rich characters and writing skills that keep you turning page after page.

A PROMISE TO LOVE is another marriage of convenience story that has been told time and time again.  But I promise you, it does not read like an old, tired, plot outline.  Miller’s writing is so fresh and so tight, I finished the book is less than twelve hours.

Ingrid Larsen has come to America from Sweden to experience the American dream of freedom of religion and the hope of a brighter tomorrow.  When her brother fails to meet her at their predetermined time and place, she has no choice but to make her way on her own.  She soon finds herself little more than a slave to an unbearable woman.  Through a series of events, she finds herself sitting in on the inquest of a young father accused of killing his wife.  Though found innocent of the crime, he is told his five children will be removed from him since he is not capable of caring for them on his own.  Though Ingrid has had only one interaction with Joshua Hunter, she instinctively knows that he loves his children and only needs the domestic help to see to his home and children.  Without thought, she volunteers to marry him in order to provide for his children.  Even though Ingrid knows this is a marriage of convenience, in her heart of hearts, she prays that someday Joshua will come to love her.

Joshua Hunter is devastated by the loss of his wife.  She was the love of his life even though her wavering emotions were difficult for him to understand.  He has agreed to married Ingrid because it is the only solution he can see to keep his kids out of the vindictive hands of his in-laws.  But, a helpmate for his children and home is all that he desires from Ingrid.  He has no illusions of love for the odd, Scandinavian woman. 

Serena B. Miller does an amazing job of fleshing out rich and distinctive characters in not only the lead characters, but secondary characters like Agnes, Hazel, and so many more.  How many times can you tell the story of a marriage of convenience, throwing the hero and heroine together in a loveless relationship only to see the embers of love grow between them?  It is a tired plot, but in no way is A PROMISE TO LOVE a tired story.  I loved the fact that Miller portrayed Ingrid as strong and stubborn instead of weak and subservient.  And Joshua’s rebuffing of Ingrid’s show of affection seemed so right for a man who has just lost his wife.  Agnes, the older daughter is quite a character in her own right, and Hazel and she-dog are the quintessential odd ducks that add humor and flair to the story.  A truly enjoyable story.  I will continue to keep my eye open for more stories from this author.

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Friday, October 19, 2012

Twice Promised by Maggie Brendan



Twice Promised
By Maggie Brendan

Two beautiful brides. One unsuspecting groom. Three weeks to figure it all out.

Greta Olsen arrives in Central City, Colorado, as a mail-order bride, expecting to marry Jess Gifford, the man she’s come to know through his tender letters. But when she meets Cora Johnson, she discovers she’s not the only bride waiting at the train station for Jess.

Already shocked to find they must compete for Jess’s affection, the young women can hardly believe it when not Jess but his brother Zach picks them up from the station—and reveals that Jess knows nothing about any mail-order bride, let alone two. Will either bride make the match she hopes for?

Filled with surprises, misunderstandings, and tender romance, Twice Promised is the story of how two unlikely women become twice blessed.
Maggie Brendan is the author of the Heart of the West series and Deeply Devoted, which was a 2012 ICRA Award finalist. A member of the Authors Guild, Romance Writers of America, and Georgia Romance Writers, Maggie lives in Georgia. Visit her at www.MaggieBrendan.com.

Praise for Maggie Brendan’s Twice Promised - #2 in The Blue Willow Brides Series:

4 Stars
“Two mail-order brides, one groom and a few misunderstandings collide in the second blue Willow Brides book.  Brendan’s characters are witty, charming and fun to be around, and she brings her trademark writing style to the Wild West.”--RT Reviews

"Twice Promised is another great love story by Maggie Brendan . . . with fast-paced plot twists as the characters find their way to true love."--Mary Connealy, author of Over the Edge, In Too Deep, and Out of Control

"Memorable characters and solid storytelling abound in Maggie Brendan's delightful tale. The two romances will double your reading pleasure, and the twists and turns will keep you guessing until the end. I loved it!"--Margaret Brownley, New York Times bestselling author of the Brides of Last Chance Ranch series

My Review - Twice Promised

Twice PromisedTwice Promised by Maggie Brendan

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


TWICE PROMISED was good, but the story lacked a little punch.  You would think following two relationships you would get twice the romance, but instead I felt like I only got half.

Greta Olsen and Cora Johnson have both answered the ad for a mail-order bride.  Not only is it for the same man, but the man himself didn’t even send for them.  Zach Gifford is trying to play matchmaker for his older brother Jess.  He figures if he gets Jess married off, he will be free to pursue his desires which do not include working at the family mercantile.  So, Zach brings both Greta and Cora to Central City, Colorado so they can vie for Jess’ affection. 

What the reader ends up with are four people with fickled hearts. 

Cora is paired off with Jess, but she soon realizes her interest lies with Zach.  Greta and Zach seem like a natural match, but then why is Zach drawn to Cora?  And, if I was Cora or Greta, I would be a little peeved that I was expected to compete for any man’s attention.  But somehow, these two woman don’t feel at all used and even become best of friends.

As the story progresses, the hearts of the four main characters seem a bit wishy-washy to me, and affections seem to be exchanged a little too freely for the era in which the story is set.  Though Jess and Zach’s Granny knows where everyone’s heart lies, she feels it is best if they discover it for themselves.

TWICE PROMISED at times seemed to drag, and at other times I felt chunks of the story were passed over.  I feel the jumping back and forth between the two relationships didn’t make for double the story.  Instead, I felt at times the author was summarizing in order to complete the story in a predetermined page count.  Again, the story was entertaining enough, I just feel the author could’ve done so much more with the storyline.

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Wednesday, October 17, 2012

It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books.  A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured.  The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between!  Enjoy your free peek into the book!

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!



Today's Wild Card author is:

and the book:

Realms (September 4, 2012)




***Special thanks to Althea Thompson for sending me a review copy.***




ABOUT THE AUTHOR:


Martha Rogers’s novel Not on the Menu debuted on May 1, 2007, as a part of Sugar and Grits, a novella collection with DiAnn Mills, Janice Thompson, and Kathleen Y’Barbo. Her series Winds Across the Prairie debuted in 2010 with Becoming Lucy, Morning for Dove, Finding Becky, and Caroline’s Choice. Her other credits include stories in anthologies with Wayne Holmes, Karen Holmes, and Debra White Smith; several articles in Christian magazines; devotionals in six books of devotions; and eight Bible studies. Martha served as editor of a monthly newsletter for the writer’s organization Inspirational Writers Alive! for six years and is the state president. She is also the director for the annual Texas Christian Writer’s Conference and is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, for whom she writes a weekly devotional. Martha and her husband are active members of First Baptist Church.
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SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:


Can Clayton Barlow prove he has changed his ways in time for Christmas?
It is October 1898, and Clayton Barlow has just returned home after serving time in prison for his part in a bank robbery. His family welcomes him, but the townspeople are skeptical. Bored with life in the small town but determined to make a new start, he goes to work with his father, hoping to regain the town’s trust.
Clayton recognizes the schoolteacher at the Prairie Grove School as his childhood friend, Merry Lee Warner, and old feelings surface. Still, he doubts that he could ever get a woman like Merry to love him.
As the townspeople prepare for Christmas, their suspicions about Clayton lead to trouble. Will the trusting heart of an unlikely new friend be enough to restore Clayton’s relationships with his neighbors and reunite him with God and Merry?




Product Details:

List Price: $13.99

Paperback: 304 pages

Publisher: Realms (September 4, 2012)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 1616388374

ISBN-13: 978-1616388379







AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:







Prairie Grove, Kansas, October 1898



Home for Thanksgiving and Christmas! Clay’s heart pumped blood through his veins at a



frantic pace. After serving five years for his part in a bank robbery, he’d be home for his two favorite holidays. The question looming in his soul was whether he’d be welcomed by anyone other than his parents.



The train hissed and steamed its way into the station with a blast of the whistle as Clay peered through the window. When the cars came to a screeching stop, he remained in his seat, fear gripping his heart. The conductor stopped in the aisle.



“Son, this is your stop. Time to get off.”



Clay willed himself to stand and make his way down the aisle. No one would be here to greet him since no one knew he’d be on the train. He’d planned it all as a surprise, espe- cially for his mother. He stepped to the platform, gripping the handle of the small bag containing all his worldly possessions. Around him the trees wore their best fall colors in welcome, and as Clay made his way to the street in front of the depot, he drank in the sight he’d seen only in his dreams for the past five years.



The good citizens of Prairie Grove moved about on their way to one place or another, oblivious to his presence. The livery still stood close to the station with the post office nearby, and right next to it a new addition announced itself in gold letters. The telegraph office was now the Prairie Grove Telephone and Telegraph center. His hometown had grown more than he realized.



He spotted the hotel and the Red Garter Saloon a few blocks away, then he breathed deeply of the fresh smell of baking bread drifting from the bakery next to his father’s store. The green and yellow letters on the sign hanging in front welcomed customers to Barlow’s General Store, still the only mercantile in town. A slight breeze



sent the sign swinging with a creak he heard from his position near the depot. Dust whirls danced across the street where he’d once played with other boys his age.



By Christmas those streets would most likely be filled with snow, and snowball fights would be the game of the day at the school. His days at the red clapboard schoolhouse had been some of the happiest of life. He viewed the bell tower of the school at the end of the street and could almost hear the sound of it clanging in his memory.



Doubt lodged in Clay’s throat, but he kept walking to the store. When he stepped through the door, it could well have



been ten years ago when he helped Pa. He inhaled the familiar smells of coal oil, fresh ground coffee, fabric dye, and pepper- mint candy. Nothing had changed.



Then he spotted his ma. He observed her for a minute or two, savoring the sight of her graying hair and slight frame. She didn’t move as fast as she once had, and she stopped to catch her breath after placing some items on a shelf.



From the corner of his eye he saw his father coming from the storeroom. A good five inches shorter than Clay, Pa’s sturdy frame handled the box in his arms with ease. He turned to set the box on the counter, and Clay cringed the moment his father recognized him. The meeting he both dreaded and anticipated had come.



Pa didn’t move from behind the counter. He simply stared for what seemed an eternity but in reality amounted to only seconds. His words barely reached Clay’s ears. “Son, you’ve come home.”



At Clay’s nod his father stepped around the counter and called to Ma. “Cora, our boy is home.”



A can clattered to the floor, and his mother turned with hands to her mouth. She hurried toward him and hugged him. “Thank You, Lord, for bringing him home safe.” Tears glis- tened in her eyes. “I’ve waited and waited for this moment to come.” She reached up and placed her hands on each side of his face then kissed his cheeks.



Heat rose in his face, but Ma’s arms and kisses were the welcome he’d hoped for in the past few days of travel. His arms went around her thin frame. She’d lost a good deal of weight since the last time he’d seen her, and that bothered him more than his earlier observations.



He glanced up at his father. His graying hair had thinned some, and his eyes held both a welcome and uncertainty. Gaining Pa’s trust would take time.



His parents stood in front of him and shook their heads. Pa wrapped his arm around Ma. “We’ve waited a long time for this day. Thank God you made it home.”



Clay didn’t know what God had to do with anything, since it had been Pa who had turned Clay over to the authorities five years ago. The road back would be long and hard, but then that’s no more than he’d expected.



Ma grabbed his hands. “Are you planning on staying here in Prairie Grove with us? You’re not going to get mixed up with those . . . those . . . thieves again, are you?”



Before Clay could answer, Pa added his own sentiments. “If you do decide to stay, I expect you to stay away from them. If you don’t, you won’t be welcome here.”



Clay stiffened but kept his voice neutral. “I understand, Pa, but I’m not going to get mixed up with Karl’s gang again. I would like to stay as long as you’ll have me.”



Or until the townspeople ran him off. Two older women in the corner eyed him and whispered between themselves. The prodigal had returned, but not everyone welcomed him. He nodded to the ladies, who immediately turned their backs. So much for the town’s greeting.



“Of course we want you to live here with us,” Ma said, not even seeming to notice the ladies. “Now let’s go upstairs and get you settled in. I know you’re hungry. You always were, and I have supper almost ready.” She held onto his arm and led him to the stairway up to the living quarters above the store.



A voice calling his name stopped him at the bottom. He odded for his mother to go on up and turned to find an old riend, Jimmy Shanks, grinning from ear to ear. “It is you, Clay Barlow.” The blond-headed young man reached out to grasp Clay’s hand.



“Yeah, it’s me. I decided to come home, Jimmy.” He grasped the outstretched hand and blinked at the strength in the grasp.



“It’s James now, and I’m married to Grace Ann Higgins.” Clay had to chuckle at that revelation. Grace Ann had run



away from Jimmy every time he’d tried to get close.



“So, you finally got Grace Ann’s attention. I’m glad since you always liked her.”



“You’ll have to come out to the house for dinner some night so we can catch up on old times.”



“I’ll think on that, Jimmy . . . James.” Not much to catch up on from his side since he’d been behind prison bars for five years. “And you’d better check with Grace Ann. She might not cotton to having an ex-con at her dinner table.”



James blinked. “Don’t you worry none about that; we’ll always be friends.” He stepped back and picked up his pur- chase. “Had to pick up some coal oil. With the days getting shorter, we need more of it.”



Clay walked with him to the door and stepped outside with James, who shook Clay’s hand once again. “I’m so glad you’re home. This is one Christmas your parents will be glad to celebrate.” With a grin and a salute he stepped down to the street and mounted his horse. “See you around, Clay.”



If he’d stayed good friends with Jimmy instead of getting mixed up with Karl, things would have been much different. Still, the warm welcome from his old friend and the greeting from his parents lightened the load in Clay’s heart.



If Pa would have him, Clay wanted to work again in the tore. Being locked up with bad food, hard cots, little sunshine, and no privacy motivated him to stay out of trouble. He’d had a lot of time to think in prison, and one thing remained sure and steadfast. Clayton Barlow would not end up behind bars ever again.



Merry Warner stepped onto the boardwalk up the street from the school where she taught. The wonderful aroma of cin- namon stopped her in front of the bakery. Cinnamon buns for breakfast in the morning would make up for her being late this afternoon. She hurried up to the counter where Mr. Brooks placed fresh pies into the case. On second thought, two pecan pies for supper tonight would be even better.



She grinned at the baker, who reminded her of the pictures she’d seen of Santa Claus, right down to the white beard and rosy cheeks. “I’ll have two of those pecan pies. I’m sure Mama will appreciate them for supper tonight.”



“Good choice, Miss Warner. We had a good crop of pecans this year, so Mrs. Brooks is busy with recipes using the nuts.” Mr. Brooks placed each pie in a paper bag then tied the top closed with string. “There, that should make them easier to carry.”



She plunked several coins onto the counter and picked up her purchase. “I hope she makes some of that pumpkin bread for the holidays.”



Mr. Brooks laughed. “Oh, she will. I’m sure of that. You have a nice evening now, and tell your ma I said hello.”



Merry nodded and hurried out to be on her way. She



stopped short when she spotted a man standing in front of the eneral store next door. A gasp escaped her lips, and her heart skipped a beat. He looked just like Clay Barlow, but Clay was in prison. Surely she would have heard if he had come home.



He turned, and his gaze locked with hers. Recognition shot through her with streaks of delight that dissipated almost as soon as they began. No one but Clay had eyes so dark a brown that they penetrated to her very soul.



How could Clay be out of prison already? Then she counted and realized five years had indeed passed since he’d gone away. When Grandma Collins had said she needed Mama and Papa to come back and take care of the orphanage at Holly Hill, Merry’s heart had been torn apart. She loved Barton Creek and wanted to stay there, but the memory of her years in Prairie Grove beckoned for her to return. One of those memories included Clay Barlow and the schoolgirl crush she’d had on him before he got involved with Karl Laramie’s gang.



Shoving aside her misgivings, she gave in to her delight and ran up to hug Clay. “Clay Barlow, it’s been too many years.” Heat filled her face, and she jumped back. She was no longer a sixteen-year-old girl but a young woman who should practice better manners befitting her age.



Clay’s eyes opened wide in surprise. “Merry?”



“Yes. We moved  back to Holly Hill last summer after Grandpa died. I’m so glad you’re home.”



“I’m glad to be here too.” He stepped back. “It . . . it’s nice to see you. I . . . I . . . ” His voice trailed off, and he glanced over her shoulder. Without another word he bolted through the door to the store.



Merry stood with her mouth agape. How rude. Then she urned and saw three women staring at her with disapproval written all over them. Mrs. Pennyfeather, wife of the school superintendent, shook her head and frowned.



Heat rose in Merry’s face again. They’d seen her greeting Clay. No sense in trying to apologize. Mrs. Pennyfeather wouldn’t listen anyway. Merry gathered up her pies and fled up the hill toward Holly Hill Home for Children. Along the way her thoughts whirled. She had never expected to see Clay again, figuring that he’d be too ashamed to come back to his hometown. What could his return mean?



She burst through the door then closed it and braced her- self against the smooth wood. Her heart pounded not only from the long walk but also from seeing Clay again.



Imogene and Eileen raced over to grab her around the waist. The blonde-haired ten-year-old-twins wore matching blue-and-white striped dresses with white pinafores over them.



Eileen eyed the bags in Merry’s hands. “You went by the bakery. What did you bring?” She reached for one of the bags.



Merry held it high. “Not until after supper. Then we’ll have pecan pie.”



Imogene jumped up and down, her pigtails bouncing on her shoulders. “That’s my favorite. Oh, I love you, Merry.” The young girl wrapped her arms about Merry’s waist again.



Emmaline appeared with a stack of silverware in  her hands. “It’s about time you got here. Mama Warner could use your help.”



Merry set the pie bags on a table near the door and unwound Imogene’s arms. “I’m sorry I’m late. I stayed at the school to prepare the lessons for tomorrow. Did you know we have ten different varieties of trees around our school building?”



Emmaline shook her head. “No, and I don’t care right now. Are you going to help me or not?”



“Yes, I’m on my way.” Merry removed her shawl and bonnet then hung them on a hook by the door in the entry hall. She picked up the pies and made her way to the kitchen. Emmaline plunked the silverware onto the table behind Merry. At thir- teen Emmaline had begun to rebel against doing so many chores around the home, but Mama could usually get her to cooperate.



Merry sighed and pushed open the swinging door into the kitchen. She kissed her mother’s plump cheek. “Sorry I’m late. I got detained at school.”



Mama ladled stew into bowls and set them on a tray. “I figured as much. Check the cornbread for me. Supper’s about ready.”



Grandma Collins opened up the bakery sacks. “Pecan pie—now that’s going to make for a good dessert. Thank you, Merry.”



“I figured since I was so late coming home, I might as well contribute something to the meal.” Merry opened the oven door and removed two pans of cornbread. She set them on the counter and reached up to the shelf to grab a plate for serving it. She turned one pan onto the counter then cut it into squares and arranged them on the plate.



“Mama, did you know Clay Barlow came home?”



The ladle stopped, dripping stew back into the pot. Mama stood still for a few seconds, as did Grandma. “No, I didn’t. Has it been five years already?” She shook her head. “Such promise that boy had before he got into so much trouble. Where did you see him?”



“Outside the store. I’m . . . I’m afraid I made a spectacle of myself. I ran up and hugged him because I was so glad to see him back. The problem is, Mrs. Pennyfeather and her friends saw the whole thing. They weren’t too happy about it either.”



Mama laid the spoon aside and reached over to pat Merry’s shoulder. “I’m sure they’ll get over it. How did he seem?”



“I don’t know. Embarrassed to see me, I guess. He didn’t say much.”



Mama nodded sagely. “It’s been seven years since we moved away from Holly Hill and went to Barton Creek. You were only sixteen when you thought you were so in love with him. Being in prison changes a man, so he won’t be that same boy you liked so much back then.”



“I know, Mama. It just seems strange that he would be released and come home not long after we moved back home.” Grandma shook her head. “I don’t know what



happened to that boy. I always liked him. Maybe he’s learned his lesson and will make something of himself yet.”



Papa chose that minute to swing open the back door and enter the kitchen with Henry and Kenny. The boys’ arms were filled with logs for the fire. Papa planted a kiss on Mama’s fore- head then motioned to the boys, who had unloaded their wood into the bin near the stove. “Let’s get washed up and have some of Mama’s stew.”



Merry finished piling the cornbread onto a plate and headed to the dining room with it. More talk with Mama and Grandma about Clay would have to wait until they were alone.



She settled in for dinner with her family. Although none of the children were actually her brothers or sisters, every one of them held that place in her heart after the few months she’d been back here with them. Emmaline and Henry had lived at the orphanage the longest, with Kenny and Robert next, but those two had been babies when her family had left. The rest were new to her, but she’d grown to love them quickly. Each one had their own tale of tragedy and loss.



Papa stood behind his chair and bowed his head to ask the blessing on the meal. Papa never varied his blessing, using the one his pa had taught him growing up. Merry only half listened to the familiar words until Papa took a new turn. “And Father, we ask thy blessings on young Clay Barlow. Guide him on the right path now that he’s served his time and come home. May we act and think kindly toward him. Amen.”



Merry swallowed hard and blinked her eyes. She lifted her gaze to her father’s and saw understanding in their blue depths. Around her the others clamored to know who Clay was and why Papa prayed for him. She bit her lip and bowed her head. No man or boy had claimed her heart like Clay. From the encounter this afternoon, she realized he still pos- sessed a piece of it, and she had no idea what to do with that revelation.