Forgiveness is one thing, but who really forgets? Ivy Griffith has been released from jail after serving time for covering up the strangulation death of a high school classmate ten years earlier. She’s paid her debt to society. Kicked her drug habit. She’s making a fresh start. Problem is, everyone in her hometown of Jacob’s Ear, Colorado, knows what she did. And her seven-year-old son, Montana, won’t stop probing about the father he has never met–the man Ivy was too stoned to even remember. Plagued by her own shame and her little boy’s cries for male affirmation, Ivy is thrilled when Rue Kessler takes an interest in Montana and her. Maybe, just maybe, he’s the answer to prayer she’s been waiting for. But Rue has a shadow hanging over his past and is suspected in a rash of bizarre, brutal beatings. He denies any involvement, and Ivy believes him–until she discovers he and Montana have kept a secret from her. At a loss for what to believe or where to turn, Ivy’s on the verge of despair and wonders if even God has given up on her.
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1 . LOVE Kathy Herman books!
Posted January 06, 2010 by Annette , OKI love everything I've ever read from Kathy Herman. I just wish there were more available here at the Reader Store (hint hint). I'd love to read the next one in this series. Although I'd much rather read it on my Reader, if it doesn't become available, I WILL read it the old-fashioned way if it comes to that. I seem to have read this one out of order, so I will definitely be purchasing the first in the series, EVER PRESENT DANGER.
I always find Kathy Herman's books to be enjoyable reads, and I can't wait to pick up another when I'm finished. Once again, I hope to see more become available through the Reader Store.
October 14, 2007
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Excerpt from Never Look Back by Kathy Herman
Ivy Griffith approached the last gray security door and pressed the release button, her heart galloping and her legs as wobbly as a foal’s. She glanced up at the camera as she had been instructed to do, waited until she heard the lock disengage and the alarm sound, then pulled the door open and entered the public sector of the Tanner County Jail–a free woman! She was surprised to see so many people scurrying about. Feeling a little lightheaded and suddenly wishing she had eaten breakfast, she made her way over to the far wall and leaned against it. She blew the bangs off her forehead and forced a smile for two female deputies eying her. Lord, please don’t let me pass out and make a scene. I just want to go home! “Ivy! Over here!” She turned toward the unmistakable voice and spotted her father in the congested corridor, his hand waving in the air. She hurried toward him, zigzagging around several people before she finally caught up to him and lost herself in his embrace. “Let’s go home, honey,” Elam Griffith finally said. “It’s over.” Over.How the thought excited her! She had paid her debt to society and wanted nothing more than to move on with her life. Ivy walked arm-in-arm with her father to the exit door and stepped outside into the bright November sunshine. She inhaled deeply, drawing in the fresh mountain air, and whispered a prayer of thanks. She wondered how long it would be before any of this seemed real. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing,” Elam said. “Montana was too wired to sleep last night. That boy can hardly wait to see you.” “You explained why I didn’t want him to come down here, didn’t you?” “Sure, but I really don’t think it would’ve bothered him. All he’s talked about for weeks is your coming home.” “I just didn’t think it was necessary to saddle a seven-year-old with the memory of his mother being released from jail. I want him to remember this day as mycoming home,not mygetting out.” Elam smiled. “Well, however he looks at it, I expect that little scamp has his nose pressed against the living-room window. Let’s not keep him waiting. Come on, the Suburban’s parked across the street.” “He seems to be thriving,” Ivy said. “Every time we’ve talked, he’s gone on and on about all the things he’s involved in. You and Mom have done a great job with him. I can never thank you enough.” “No need to thank us, honey. We love Montana and have gotten really close to him. But he needs his mother.” Ivy got in the Suburban and looked out at the towering San Juan Mountains that encircled the town of Jacob’s Ear with postcard beauty. “After six months in that place, you can’t imagine how wonderful it is not to be looking through iron bars.” “I suppose I can’t,” Elam said. “But it’s sure great seeing you dressed in your own clothes instead of that orange jumpsuit.” “I promise you I’m going to give away everything in my closet that has even a speck of orange in it.” “Good, because your mother can hardly wait to take you shopping. She’s already mapping out some elaborate strategy for hitting all the after- Thanksgiving sales.” “Is she planning a big Thanksgiving dinner?” Elam chortled. “Are you kidding? We’ll need to take both cars into town when she does her grocery sh