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Reformed introvert, klutz extroardinare, married 45 years to my best friend. We have two kids, six grandkids, and are full-time RV'ers. We love to travel and take photos. I enjoy gospel music, making baskets, crocheting, reading, writing, and cooking. Also love horses, cats, deer, owls, birds of all kinds, the great outdoors (except mosquitos). I am humor challenged, so try to find humor from other sources. Working on a trilogy and re-write of my first published novel. I got the rights back.

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Aleta Kay (Tier III Rising Star Author )


Historical Fiction
by Aleta Kay

When seventeen-year-old Fawn Jackson receives a telegram at the finishing school announcing the death of her mother, she must leave immediately. Upon her arrival at home, she discovers her mother's death was not an accident. Why was she killed? How will she take care of her arthritic grandmother? Who is behind the repeated attacks on their home? Why are her Native American ancestors not answering her prayers? It seems everyone she trusts is a possible suspect. How will she learn the truth? The story is set in post-Civil War West Virginia, the youngest state in the country.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

“What do you mean, she’s missing?” Nana demanded.

Jason approached until he was close enough to take the older woman’s hands in his own. “There were three sets of hoof prints. She’s probably with Joel and Angel. You know wha...

Historical Fiction
by Aleta Kay

Fawn Jackson lives in post-Civil War West Virginia in a holler where most of the property is owned by a local state senator. The mineral rights have been graciously granted to the tenants. Someone is after the mineral rights to her property. Someone caused the accident that killed her mother and her favorite horse. Who wants the mineral rights and why? Who can she trust? Is it a stranger or is it a friend?

Chapter One
The Funeral

Fawn Jackson stood as straight and tall as her five foot, five and a half inch frame would allow and tried hard not to look as if her black mourning clothes were swallowing her alive. She would not allow her sobs to break forth. If she had learned anything at the fi...


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