Here's the blurb:
When Katherine Vaughn flees California, she returns home to her native Arkansas, a place she barely remembers. As she settles in at the family farm with her aunt, she finds herself growing closer to her late cousin's husband, Ben Hatfield. Ben is a lot more than the country bumpkin she first takes him to be and when the men who threatened her follow her to Arkansas he will rely on his skills as a former Navy SEAL to protect her.
As their feelings toward one another grow, so does the danger and in the end, it’s anyone’s guess what will happen or if anyone will be safe.
Katherine’s life is in jeopardy as she wonders if there is any hope left in her heart.
Kinfolk is a novel about the power of love and the strength of family ties.
full-bellied harvest moon illuminated the farm with a magical light. The orb
was a rich butternut shade, a burnt orange that beckoned her outside. Without
stopping for shoes, she dashed downstairs and outside where she let the light
pour over her skin.
With face upturned to the heavens, she marveled at the beauty of the
night sky. Stars dappled the heavens, dimmed by the brilliant moonlight but
visible. Beneath her feet, the cold earth was solid and the wind that teased
her hair carried a chill portent of winter. Powerful joy at being alive soared
through her and she raised both arms as if she could enfold the heavens into
Headlights played over her face and she blinked, the mood broken.
Ben’s 1963 Chevy pickup slowed as he rolled down the window.
“Is everything all right?”
“Wonderful!” she called. “I came out to see the moonlight. Isn’t it
His profile in the shadows of the truck shifted and she saw him
smile. “Pretty. Your feet may freeze, though. It’ll frost tonight. Don’t they
have a moon in California?”
“Well, yes, they do.” She wasn’t offended; his tone was teasing.
“I bet you can’t see it through all the smog.”
With care, she took two steps closer to the truck, near enough that
she could smell his cigarette smoke. Her giddy joy faded and she felt very
tired. It was important, though, that he not find her foolish.
“Please don’t think I’m silly, out mooning over the moon.”
He shook his head and moved so that the moonlight illuminated his
face. “I don’t think you’re silly at all, Katy. Good night.”
If he had been closer, she would have kissed him. Her realization
rattled her but it also warmed her as she picked her way across the rocky
drive to the house. In the morning, the frost he predicted rimed the fields and
coated the hay bales near the barn with white.