One of my most favorite things is discovering a new author. By nature, I’m not a very brave person — no skydiving for me — but I am as adventurous as all get out when it comes to new authors. And here’s a new one I want to introduce to you.
This is Jennifer Rodewald. I met her online a few years ago, and our love of fiction drew us together. Jen writes stories that mix romance and women’s fiction, heartbreak and love with women’s issues. She’s just about to release her third book, and I think a lot of you will really enjoy her stuff.
Here’s the info on The Carpenter’s Daughter which is on sale at $.99 through April 15, when it releases.
One word can change a life.
Sarah Sharpe has grown up as a carpenter’s daughter, knowing only the rough and work-heavy world of her father’s blue-collar profession. Abandoned by her mother as a baby, she’s lived twenty-one years content to drive nails at her dad’s side. Following her father into the world of construction was a natural path, and she took it without a second thought. But a harsh comment about her “butch” appearance sends her on a search for identity.
Enter handsome and easygoing Jesse Chapman, the roofer she meets on her first foray into volunteer work for Homes For Hope. In every way, the quirky man is her opposite—confident, a people kind of guy, and most importantly, happy. His likable qualities continue to draw her in, and for some reason he keeps coming back to her. But they can’t be more than friends—he’s made that crystal clear. Except for a handful of times…and the confusion is driving her crazy.
Sarah’s quest for self-definition becomes more tangled than she ever imagined, and she discovers that the journey will take her deeper than clothes and makeup. Filling the void in her heart becomes an obsession she cannot escape. How far is she willing to go to discover who she really is?
Now here’s Jennifer herself, with how the idea for The Carpenter’s Daughter came to her.
Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time my husband and I embarked on a DIY project. Okay, so we’ve done a lot of them. But this one… oiy. We designed and were prepping to pour a new, large, two-tiered concrete patio off the back of our home. The whole project was, uh, fierce. Ground prep (done by hand), forms made of both concrete blocks and wood, and then actually pouring the concrete.
Have you ever poured concrete? Worst. Job. Ever. No kidding. It is H-A-R-D.
So somewhere in the middle of this project, which took months, we were working until hunger demanded us to stop. Around seven or eight in the evening, I think. Guess who is supposed to be in charge of food? Me. Yeah, the girl in ripped, nasty, out-of-fashion jeans, a baggy T-shirt left over from high school days complete with soaking wet, oh-my-goodness-she-stinks pits. I hadn’t planned ahead. We had nothing ready to kill the howling of our stomachs. Propelled by a hungry husband, four “starving” children, and my own demanding stomach, I hopped in the car and headed to Subway.
Yep. Just like that. No shower. Not even a glance in the mirror. Didn’t even think about it until I garnered some looks from the sandwich store’s patrons. And when I say looks, I mean the kind that make you think you’re actually not human because no one is that cruel. Are they?
Life goes on. Got my four footlongs and headed home for some grub and a much needed stand under warm water.
Except somewhere between Subway and home I met a new friend. Her name is Sarah, and she lives in my head. She’s a construction girl, and a good one. She knows how to work. How to build. How to create.
But she does not know herself.
One word can change a life.
Sarah’s was never the same.
Her story has changed me. How I see others. What I think about myself. I can’t wait to share it because in the end she finds out something really important.
She discovers that truly one Word can change a life.
Sally again. That little scenario there, the one that opens The Carpenter’s Daughter, sure did make me think. What about you? Sometimes we need the reminder of how powerful our words are, don’t we?
I hope you try Jennifer’s books. Who’s the last new author you took a risk on? Share in the comments.