MS Janice Wasson Shepard MS Janet Wasson Covington
The Journey of a Broken Heart tells the story of Melanie Boone, a descendent of the O'Breen Women of Ireland, as she endures heartbreak and love from her teen years in the 1960's to the 21st century. Along the way, she discovers a love she once denied.
The Journey of a Broken Heart tells the story of Melanie Boone, a descendent of the O'Breen Women of Ireland, as she endures heartbreak and love from ...
MS Janice Wasson Shepard MS Janet Wasson Covington
The Jagged Edge follows Cassie Hamilton who returns to the small Kentucky town to find evidence to clear her mother of the murder of her father several years earlier when Cassie was only 14. Along the way, she meets a man who assists in her search for evidence. Although she isn't sure she can trust him, she can't deny her attraction to him.
The Jagged Edge follows Cassie Hamilton who returns to the small Kentucky town to find evidence to clear her mother of the murder of her father severa...
MS Janice Wasson Shepard MS Janet Wasson Covington
Kara Cunningham loved spending her summers on the shore of South Carolina at her Aunt Jean's Karolina Shores until fall would beckon her back to her Kentucky home. When she receives word her aunt has died and she is now the owner of Karolina Shores, she has no idea how her life will change. Travel with Kara as she discovers the secrets of her beloved aunt and encounters a man who entices her to explore more than just the beach at Karolina Shores.
Kara Cunningham loved spending her summers on the shore of South Carolina at her Aunt Jean's Karolina Shores until fall would beckon her back to her K...
MS Janice Wasson Shepard MS Janet Wasson Covington
It was a nippy November day in the fall of 1967 and I could feel the chill in the air as I sat on the porch of our old farm house located near the Kentucky River not far from Frankfort, the capitol city of Kentucky. I often sat on the porch in my Mama's rocker where she held me and sang to me when I was a small child. I would look down the hill at that wide river and wonder where she might be. I would wonder why she left me. I would search that river with hopeful eyes and wish a rowboat would appear and bring her back to me and my Daddy. Some say she left in a rowboat to meet a lover. Others...
It was a nippy November day in the fall of 1967 and I could feel the chill in the air as I sat on the porch of our old farm house located near the Ken...