The Road We Left Behind

How much heartache can one woman withstand, and still be happy in life?

 

When Ruth fell in love at only seventeen years old, it was the height of Prohibition. She was convinced that he was the answer to her happily ever after. They spent endless hours and days together as he, a young pilot on a wealthy farm, and she, a poor girl from the other end of town, fell deeper in love every day. Determined to get married, the two planned to elope, only to be stopped by his family just as the Great Depression hit.

 

Broken hearted, Ruth was determined to live her life without his love. She never forgot him, no matter how she tried. Eventually she married a man who needed a wife as badly as she wanted children of her own, though the two never fell in love. It would take her granddaughter's discovery of her hidden past for her to reexamine her life and decide if she wants to take one last shot at happiness.  

Get ready to learn how to really live in this second chance romance.

Sometimes the best perspective is gained while looking over our shoulders.  

Inspired by a true historical romance.



"A brilliant piece of War fiction, this World War I and World War II drama is sure to bring tears to your eyes."  

—Amber Montgomery, Virginia Press

"Reading this book made me wish I knew my own grandmother better. The characters are brilliantly developed and it felt like I was living through Prohibition and the Great Depression myself."  

—V. Lawrence, Varathane Books

"I've never experienced biographical fiction in such a light. I couldn't wait to find out what happened."

—Jonathan Smithers, LAlien Magazine.

"Historical Great Depression writing will never be the same for me after this. Adriana Trigiani would be proud."

—Annie Napolitanito

There's a heartbreaking shortage of emotional, clean historical romance books out there these days, but I just found my new favorite. I only wish I could read it for the first time again. It really is among one of the best new romance ebooks I've found in recent years.

—E. Robinson, Grand Reviews