When she inadvertently came across an article that intrigued her and the photos that came with it drew her attention as little else had in weeks she had her answer. Before long, she and her family are on their way to a place that she never would have considered before.
It doesn’t take long to find out that their new home was going to need quite a bit of effort put into it. But they had running water as her brother reminded her during their first tour of each of the old historical buildings along the single street that made up Mae’s Second Chance ghost town.
And while they might have the luxury of running water…they desperately needed new beds. But Julie quickly realized that the old ghost town, including its ramshackle saloon and sheriff’s office with a single jail-cell, did more for her children than she could have hoped for.
And along with her brother, Julie becomes caught up in the mystery of the town’s founder…another woman who came to this valley looking for something different…and perhaps like her, a place to heal.
Home to the Valley is the story of a family finding their way after a tragedy, and who then suddenly experience an unforeseen and surprising financial windfall. How do they celebrate one even as they grieve the other?
If you enjoy clean, wholesome women’s contemporary fiction, strong family relationships and life-long friendships, the Mae’s Second Chance series may be for you.
Home to the Valley is the first book in Mae’s Second Chance series.
Mae’s Second Chance series. Home to the Valley – Book One Treasures Found – Book Two Valley Secrets – Book Three Mae’s Hope – Book Four Sisters of the Heart – Book Five Castle in the Beyond – Book Six
I fell in love with books when I was in the 4th grade and my free period was spent volunteering in the school library. I read every Nancy Drew book there was to check out, discovered collections of myths and fairy tales from around the world, Louisa May Alcott and C.S. Lewis, and decided I wanted my own library. By the end of that summer with the supplies our school librarian graciously provided me my books had due date slips, card pockets, book cards, and black electrical tape on the spine with the first three letters of the author's last name. I still have most of those books. In the hope she could get me involved in something else my mother gave me a camera. Right around the same time my father told me I could use his typewriter when he wasn't using it. The typewriter won. We shared his typewriter but I also filled notebooks with stories scribbled before school, after school, and often when I was supposed to be asleep. Thanks to my mother, who saved just about every single one of those notebooks, I still have them as well. Several years ago my father gave me his typewriter…the same one we shared all those summers ago. Every time I look at it I remember the young 4th grade girl who was quietly encouraged to do what she loved…and years later reminded with a box filled with notebooks crammed full of handwritten stories and dreams. And it’s still not unheard of that I stay up way later than I should with a good book that’s just impossible to put down.