Young Julie Harmon works "hard as a man", they say, so hard that at times she's not sure she can stop. People depend on her to slaughter the hogs and nurse the dying. People are weak, and there is so much to do. At just 17 she marries and moves down into the valley of Gap Creek, where perhaps life will be better. But Julie and Hank's new life in the valley, in the last years of the 19th century, is more complicated than the couple ever imagined.

Although Jessilyn and Gemma’s friendship has weathered the storms of heartache and prejudice, the turbulent summer of 1936 threatens to shatter the ties that bind. After the hit-and-run death of a little girl, Gemma’s explosive revelation could save an innocent man’s life—but not without jeopardizing the livelihood of Jessilyn’s family.

Christy Award-winning author Jennifer Erin Valent concludes her critically acclaimed Calloway Summers trilogy with this compelling gem. In the summer of 1938, the dreams of 19-year-old Jessilyn Lassiter begin to come true when her long-time crush falls for her. But their budding romance is interrupted when a young black doctor comes to her small Virginia town, capturing the heart of her best friend and attracting the racial hostility that’s been simmering just beneath the surface.

Eliza Spalding Warren was just a child when she was taken hostage by the Cayuse Indians during a massacre in 1847. Now the young mother of two children, Eliza faces a different kind of dislocation; her impulsive husband wants them to make a new start in another territory, which will mean leaving her beloved home and her departed mother's grave - and returning to the land of her captivity.

One Promise Too Late is Peggy's forty-first novel; her forty-sixth book. Each book resonates with Peggy's authentic Appalachian mountain voice and her gift to engross the reader in the story. From Chapter 18: “You know I don’t want to leave you here by yourself, but I must. I don’t dare stay with you any longer. It wouldn’t seem right. It wouldn’t be right.” It might not seem right, but that didn’t stop me from wanting him to stay if it was only another minute or two. I couldn’t remember anyone ever holding me close, comforting me. Mom certainly hadn’t. Neither had Dad. ...