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Informationen zum Autor Award-winning author Laurel Blount writes captivating romances full of grit and grace—with characters who’ll walk right off the page and into your heart. She lives on a farm in Georgia with her husband, their four fabulous kids, and an assortment of ridiculously spoiled animals. Klappentext "After a senseless loss, hotheaded Caleb Hochstedler left his Amish faith and his young wife to seek justice. Two years later, he tracks his parents' killer back home to Johns Mill, where he's astonished to learn he's the father of twins. Now he's determined to protect his children and the woman he still loves--if she'll let him. Her new husband's abandonment broke Rhoda Lambright's heart and proved her father, the bishop, right. Such a stubborn man could never be happy among the peaceful Amish. When Caleb unexpectedly returns, Rhoda is caught between her rock of a husband and a very hard place. Her church forbids divorce and requires forgiveness, so Rhoda lets Caleb back into their home. But can she ever let him back into her heart? One thing's for certain sure. This second chance will take all the faith they can find."--Provided by publisher. Leseprobe Chapter One Caleb Hochstedler hadn't prayed for more than two years, but here on a secluded Florida beach, on this windy June morning, he figured he'd give God one last chance. Gott, let Trevor Abbott be in this house. That's all I'm asking. I'll take it from there. He sensed no particular answer, heard nothing but the steady crash of the waves behind him. Not surprising. He and God weren't exactly on speaking terms. Caleb squinted up at the wooden house, set high on stilts, windows glowing in the last darkness before the dawn, and he set his jaw. Truth was, he didn't much care what God had to say anyway. If the coward who'd murdered his parents was holed up inside this house, Caleb would drag him all the way back home to Johns Mill, Tennessee, and toss him on the courthouse lawn, trussed up like a hog ready for the butcher. He moved up the steep steps soundlessly, the way Milt Masterson had taught him. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be moving at all. Milt had made himself very clear. "I'll circle around and come up on the place from behind," the bounty hunter had said before they'd parted company. "Try to act like you've got some sense and keep out of sight until I give you the go-ahead. You hear me, Amish?" Caleb had nodded. He'd heard just fine. But as Daed had often pointed out, hearing and listening were two different things. Caleb respected Milt because the man was a legend in this business, but he was in his late fifties, a good thirty years older than Caleb, and the shrapnel he'd caught in his leg in Afghanistan slowed him down more than he liked to admit. The old wound troubled him more as the years went by, and that was the only reason he'd hired Caleb to tag along and help out with jobs. Milt was tough as nails, and Caleb had learned a lot from him, but the criminals they brought in were usually thieves or drug addicts who'd skipped bail. Not killers. In any case, hunting Trevor Abbott was Caleb's personal mission, not a paid job. He didn't want Milt to get hurt, and besides, he wanted-he needed-to deal with Trevor himself. Trevor had destroyed everything that had mattered in Caleb's life. There was nothing he could do about that. Not now. All he could do was see to it that Trevor didn't go unpunished. And he would see to it. Whatever it took. Because when all the light in Caleb's world had flickered into darkness, one lone spark had kept burning. Justice. He wanted justice. It was the closest he could come to making things right. It wasn't near enough, but it was the only hope he had left. He'd made it to the top of the steps, and he paused, scanning the windows. They were veiled with filmy curta...
