After her dad dies and she breaks up with her fiancé, Jane is determined to make a fresh start. Having inherited a family home up on Roan Mountain that has been passed down through the generations, she decides to renovate it.
The work is monumental but makes her feel closer to her father. Soon Jane becomes close to the handyman who is helping restore the home…and begins to wonder if there’s a spark between them.
But soon a possible romance is the last thing on Jane’s mind. Unexplained things begin happening, such as the discovery of a Civil War-era gun hidden in the wall. Old letters and journals she finds in a steamer chest begin to tell the stories of her ancestors. While Jane relishes learning about their lives, it’s not long before she begins to feel they are trying to tell her something.
Just why was that gun hidden? What truth is there that the spirits seemingly want to convey?
Inspired by her own search for her ancestors in the Appalachian Mountains, author Martha Arrowood Pelc weaves an intriguing paranormal story centered on family and the hope for love.
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Five Star Review on Amazon By Rachel Kupper
This book had me captivated from beginning to end. Martha has written such a beautiful story that portrays the beauty in life despite all the hardships people go through. I felt so connected to all the characters and even found myself crying a couple of times. Needless to say I couldn’t put this book down!
About the Author
Martha Pelc grew up listening to the stories that her father told her, of her family that settled in the mountains of North Carolina and Tennessee. Her family came from a long line of circuit ministers. There were plenty of ‘angels’ in this family, along with more than a fair share of ‘devils’. The stories evoked a deep passion in her to learn more about the ancestry from which she came. Seeking out the past and seeking the final resting places of her family, has filled her life for many years now. Since storytelling runs so deep in her blood, carrying on the storytelling tradition was inevitable.
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