A Place To Be Found - Smith, Priscilla
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She lives under a name that isn't hers. He lives with a faith he no longer trusts. But love-real, soul-deep love-has a way of bringing back what the world tried to steal. Elizabeth Fairchild has spent the last decade erasing herself, living in hiding after witnessing a crime that shattered her past and severed her from everything she believed. She's not looking to be seen. She's certainly not looking to be found. Then she meets Thomas-a quiet carpenter, once a pastor, who lost his faith the night he buried his family. He's not preaching anymore. Just building things that last. What begins as…mehr

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She lives under a name that isn't hers. He lives with a faith he no longer trusts. But love-real, soul-deep love-has a way of bringing back what the world tried to steal. Elizabeth Fairchild has spent the last decade erasing herself, living in hiding after witnessing a crime that shattered her past and severed her from everything she believed. She's not looking to be seen. She's certainly not looking to be found. Then she meets Thomas-a quiet carpenter, once a pastor, who lost his faith the night he buried his family. He's not preaching anymore. Just building things that last. What begins as guarded kindness grows into something sacred-slow and aching and impossibly real. Through one another, they begin to find the pieces of themselves they thought were gone for good. But the past never stays buried, and the truth Elizabeth carries may be the one thing that undoes them both. Set in a small town stitched with hymns, grief, and golden hour light, A Place to Be Found is a tender, soul-stirring story of second chances, the quiet return of faith, and the kind of love that believes in you even when you can't.
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I've always been drawn to the forgotten corners-the chipped tea cups, creaky staircases, half-finished letters, and the feeling that something-or someone-is waiting just out of sight. All of my novels come to me in the stillness, when my life feels anything but quiet. For a long time, adulthood was a storm I didn't know how to name. I lost pieces of myself in the noise, in the surviving. But stories, somehow, kept their light on. This one, especially, reminded me that soft things can be strong. That healing doesn't always look like a triumph-it sometimes looks like a warm kitchen, a handwritten note, or a house that remembers you when you don't remember yourself. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming up strange little worlds, whispering secrets to my cat, or making something beautiful out of the broken bits. This is one of many novels I intend on writing. It comes with every part of me I had to reclaim just to write it. There are more stories coming. And I'm not afraid of the quiet anymore. - Priscilla Ann Smith