One woman's unexpected friendship with a plantation slave awakens a journey of discovery into the heart of love, justice, and God's design for all mankind. Eighteen-year-old Eliza Drake longs for a freedom beyond her grasp. With pressures from her wealthy cotton planter father and a proposal on the horizon, her future is already determined.
"Wonderfully written story!"
Running from a painful past, Gracie fled to New Mexico - and Jake - with a child named Charity in her arms. It had been 14 years since Gracie and Jake had seen each other, but it seemed like yesterday. And though Jake knew that his town was no place for a woman and child, he had never been able to resist Gracie's pleas for help.
With her husband on the run and enemies vowing to reveal her secret, Eliza Drake faces a daunting task alone. How can she bring a mulatto baby into her prejudiced community without endangering everyone she holds dear? Between her childhood friend's wicked schemes, a mysterious widow with eyes for her father, a marshal out for blood, and a shocking murder, it quickly becomes apparent that no one is safe. Her increasing abolitionist ventures only drag her deeper into the fray.
It's the '60s. Modernity and tradition clash as two newlywed couples set up house together. Dee and her daughter Valerie move with their husbands into a modern glass house Valerie built in a proudly rural Los Altos, California, neighborhood. When their young relatives start showing up and moving in, the neighbors get suspicious. Then a body is found in the backyard and the life they are trying to build comes undone.
"People in Glass Houses . . ."
What began as a rivalry has budded into romance. But as Eliza Drake plans her wedding to a wealthy abolitionist, she has no idea that a dark secret from her past could throw her plans into disarray. The husband she believes died years before still sits on a Boston street corner, waiting for their reunion. Will she discover the truth in time to change her fate? Or will the wicked marshal Jackson Reed thwart whatever hope still lives on?
On Saturday night we always went to Hicksville. The streets were packed full of people who came to shop, visit friends, or go to the Huber Theater to see a movie. It was hard to get a parking place if you didn't go early.
"Growing Up Country"