Back on Track

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The house has settled back into its comfortable silence, and with it, so has my focus. Last week felt like finding my footing again — Book Two is officially released, and the cover and full outline for Book Three are finished.

That means I get to share a small treat with you: an early sneak peek at the Book Three cover.

Now the real work begins. I’m deep into writing Book Three, back in the rhythm of early mornings, quiet rooms, and stories that refuse to be rushed.

Here is a brief blurb about book three:

When the land takes a man, the world comes for what he leaves behind.

Laura Clark has survived widowhood, hard winters, and the quiet grief of raising two children alone in the North Idaho mountains. But when a county investigator knocks on her door, she learns that kindness can hide sharper intentions — and that being a woman without a husband makes her household fair game.

Jeffrey McAllister has buried too many people he loved and learned to keep his distance from family and promise alike. But when the widow of his closest friend is threatened, a vow made on a mountainside years earlier pulls him back into a fight he never wanted.

Set against the unforgiving land of Pack Saddle Ranch during the Great Depression, The Quiet Hero’s Promise is a story of broken trust, quiet courage, and the families we choose when the world decides we are standing alone.

Now, I need to finish wrapping the rest of the Christmas gifts and somehow get down the Christmas decorations that were put up on a shelf in the shop. I was waiting for my son to get everything down, and then he went and broke his wrist this week, so another problem to solve.

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