Continued from Chapter 4-Sold "Sorry, I'm late," Patrick apologized as he walked vigorously into the meeting, greeting everyone. As a leader in his church, he did his best to not miss any services

Continued from Chapter 3 (thanks @Anise) The one on the right spoke up. He took off his hat as he addressed Patrick. "Good Morning, sir. My name is Mr. Everton and this is Mr. Lyle." Patrick

Continued from Chapter 2 Lisbette's disappointment eventually disappeared even though it would never be forgotten. She never did find another activity that would be fun and so she poured herself in her

Thanks @anise for your support! Continued from Chapter 1 Her assailant stood over her sneering, "Stupid cow," he taunted. "Oy!" the coach angrily yelled. "You, boy. You're off

Thanks to my first commenter on the Prologue, @anise. I told myself, if I got one, i would put up the next. Same rule applies here! Shaffshire, England 190? Three weeks later Lisbette looked at the field

I wrote the book a few years ago and I'm extremely proud of it. It was my first historical, took me down the rabbit hole when I started writing it because I thought it was going to be a simple, feel-good