Christian Women's Fiction

Back Cover Copy: From the moment we met, obstetrician Clay Reynolds scorned my profession as a birthing coach. His scathing remarks left me crying on the shoulder of my potbellied pig, Gertie! It seems only the handsome doc's eight-year-old son, who thinks I hung the moon, can make Clay be civil to me.

I must have been attracted by the word "fire" in the title, as the historical novel I'm now writing begins with a fire.  But, this book confused me at times.  There were so many characters and so many locations, it took me three to four chapters to figure out who was who.  I paid for the book, so I kept reading.