second novel

 My Second Novel in 'The Fernwood Trilogy'


It's here, it's here, it's here! The second novel in The Fernwood Trilogy. Guaranteed happy ending!

As a new widow and new mother, Bethany feels lost in her big old house 'Fernwood', the home she had dreamed that she and her beloved Matt would raise their children together.

The days are challenging, the nights are lonely and the future looks bleak.

How will two little girls, the new single principal, a widowed carpenter, and a psychiatric nurse play a part in bringing Bethany back to life once again?

Will her retired parents finally get away in their RV and have the adventure they planned?

Will she ever be able to truly love the baby that she and Matt made together?

As Bethany fights with thoughts of every smiling again or ever loving again, even more significant challenges present themselves that will test her newfound faith.

While she faces her struggles and tries to find happiness she learns that God can make beauty from ashes and joy from mourning.

It is available on Amazon as an ebook or you can just download it to any electronic device.


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