Yes, I know it’s already been out for five years. However, this was the first novel I ever wrote, and I have learned a lot about the craft of writing in those five years. Thus, I went back and re-edited/re-wrote this seminal novel, based on the true story of my parents’ 30 year search for love.
The audiobook is LIVE!
And for print/electronic versions:
Faith, free love, and betrayal
In 1969, the Summer of Love, America is changing, full of cultural revolution and new freedoms. As Julie Jensen escapes the hide-bound world of her midwestern family, she embarks on an adventure far from home.
Julie leaves a life in shambles to follow her dreams of art and travel. From a charming town in southern England, into the decadent realm of Haight-Ashbury, and the exotic Barcelona coast, she finds love. But when disaster strikes, she must make a choice between family duty and her own needs. A phone call in the dead of night might change her life forever.
Will everyone she loses be worth the love she finds?
Filled with the freedom of the 1960s, Better To Have Loved is a spellbinding novel based on a true stories of love found and love lost, and one woman’s discovery of what matters to her.
Excerpt from Better To Have Loved:
Sheila came over with a perfectly English tea tray, complete with tiny sandwiches, lemon, cream, and scones. How had she whipped all that up in just a few minutes? It must be some strange English superpower.
“So, Julie, do tell me all about yourself. Where are you from?”
After taking a scone and slathering an indecent amount of butter on it, Julie took an appreciative bite and closed her eyes for a moment. Breakfast on the airplane had been hours ago, and not very tasty.
“I’m from Ohio, but my parents moved to Michigan after I turned fifteen, about eight years ago. Then I moved to Washington, D.C. about six months ago…” Trailing off, Julie fought against the memory of her ex-boyfriend, Jeffrey. She cleared her throat and continued. “I started taking care of some children for a woman who worked for the Church, and she got transferred. So, here I am, out of breath and grateful for these delicious treats.” She grinned at Sheila, who smiled back, showing a gap in her front teeth.
“Well, that sounds like a great deal of exhausting travel, Julie! I’m Sheila, and I’ve been here for about a year. My son, Neil, is three. You’ll meet him this afternoon, when he gets out of the crèche. His father stays over in the men’s dorms. We’re both teachers at the Church, giving seminars in advanced theology. The two of us met shortly after we joined. We’re fortunate, as there’s just the three of us here. David has to share with five other men!”
Looking around the small apartment—no, they call it a flat in England—she felt grateful for small mercies. Six adults in such small a space would have her running and screaming for the hills in no time.
“You can’t get a place together? That must be very difficult.”
“Oh, we might, but that costs more money than either of us make! We make do. There are hidden alcoves and paths in the woods if we want more privacy.” Sheila winked and Julie’s skin heated with embarrassment.