One of my more popular novels to date, Garrison’s Girl is a story of forgiveness.

When I wanted to write this, I felt strongly that I was supposed to write about forgiveness, as it is a concept God has graciously allowed me to understand and internalize and experience in so many ways.  So, beginning with that, I prayed about how to exemplify this forgiveness in the context of a romance novel.

I truly believe the Lord rolled this title out.  From the day I began the novel ’til the day I wrote the last word of it, I spent a whopping thirty days.  It needed very little in the way of sprucing up thereafter.  God was totally wrapped up in this one.

Here, then is Garrison’s Girl.  Available at Amazon by clicking this link

Excerpt:

Paging through the rows of pictures, P.J. smiled. The people looked so
funny. Their hairstyles were way weird. The ties on the guys were different
than the ones she saw now. The girls’ clothes, when they weren’t wearing
furs or gowns, were so eighties. What a decade.

She flipped to the end of the seniors then went back to the beginning.
From P to Z and now back to A. No, no eyes that looked gold in the pictures.
Not even yellow. Not in the B section, either. Feeling a little like a girl who’d
lost her favorite pet, Patricia only halfheartedly eyed the C page.

Until a pair of golden eyes just like hers leapt out and grabbed her by the heart!

“No way,” she breathed, not quite believing it was true. She gulped down
a hard lump in her throat. “No way,” she repeated more loudly. Then, after
studying the guy for an intense thirty seconds, “Way.” After the initial shock
wore off, she took in his looks. He was, in the term of her contemporaries,
hot. Shaggy blond hair, an expression that seemed both defiant and—P.J.
searched her mind for a good word. Hmm. Dangerous. Yeah. He looked like
a young hero on a soap opera. One of those guys that good girls weren’t
supposed to know too well. Again, the thought crossed her mind: No wonder
I happened. She could see how her mother could have fallen hard for this
guy. Yeah. He was a stud.

Her young heart was pounding hard, her mouth was dry, and her vision
blurred with tears she didn’t even acknowledge. For years she’d wondered
about her father’s identity, and now she knew it. She might never see him,
but that didn’t matter. Lots of kids never saw their dads but they at least
knew their dads’ names. And now, she did, too.

Garrison Chase.