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  Pawleys Island Paradise Boxset, Books 1 - 3

  Title Page

  Book 1: Roadtrip to Redemption

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Free Knitting Pattern

  Book 2: Tide to Atonement

  Book 3: Journey to Fulfillment

  Previously on Pawleys Island Paradise …

  Chapter 17

  Letter to Reader

  Exclusive Pawleys Island Photo Album: Then and Now

  Other Books by Laurie

  Pawleys Island Paradise

  Books 1 - 3 in one Boxset

  Book 1: Roadtrip to Redemption

  Book 2: Tide to Atonement

  Book 3: Journey to Fulfillment

  By Laurie Larsen

  EPIC Award-winning author of Preacher Man

  Random Moon Books

  A Phase for every Fancy

  Boxset Table of Contents

  Book 1: Roadtrip to Redemption

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Free Knitting Pattern

  Book 2: Tide to Atonement

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Book 3: Journey to Fulfillment

  Previously on Pawleys Island Paradise …

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Letter to Reader

  Exclusive Pawleys Island Photo Album: Then and Now

  Other Books by Laurie

  Roadtrip to Redemption

  Book 1, Pawleys Island Paradise

  By Laurie Larsen,

  EPIC Award-winning author of Preacher Man

  COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Laurie Larsen

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  It started as a trip to lose old memories. It became a journey to find her heart.

  Leslie Malone faces an empty, lonely summer. Her marriage is over. Her daughter is overseas, living her dream. Her students are enjoying a carefree summer break. What’s the purpose of her life if she’s not a wife, mother and teacher? The idea of a roadtrip beckons her. Aimless wandering? Or inspired discovery? A woman of faith, she asks God for His guidance, then does her best to follow His direction.

  Hank Harrison is a quiet man, good with his hands, but short on words. He’s paid a heavy price for not forgiving his son for horrible mistakes made years ago, mistakes with vast consequences. Hank recognizes Leslie as an answer to his prayers, and together, they begin to mend their futures.

  Neither of them plans to fall in love. Will the worst summer of Leslie’s life become the season that redeems them both?

  Chapter One

  The manila envelope in her hands grew heavier the longer she stood there, her name – Leslie Malone – printed on the front in black magic marker, blurring as unwanted tears threatened to erupt.

  “Lady? Excuse me?”

  She jolted at the voice. She gave her head a shake, pulled a brusque hand over her eyes. “Yes. Sorry.”

  Relief flooding the courier’s face was unmistakable. After all, the last thing he needed was a crying woman when he was just trying to do his job. He couldn’t really help the fact that he worked for the biggest jerk of a lawyer in town.

  He held out a clipboard and a pen and pointed to a line. She signed her name and handed it back. He made a quick escape off her front porch, down her driveway and away in his truck. Were those his tires squealing? Or maybe that was her imagination.

  She sighed and returned to her foyer, closing the front door behind her. In all fairness, it wasn’t necessarily Tim’s lawyer who was the jerk – Tim himself had that honor.

  She stepped into her living room and sank onto the sofa. No time like the present. She slipped her finger beneath the sealed flap of the envelope and ripped it open. She pulled out a small stack of papers and flipped through them before turning back to the front page. The contents didn’t surprise her. She’d sat through a full day of court, answered the lawyers’ questions, shared a mountain of documents she’d gathered at her lawyer’s request, and listened to the judge’s decisions:

  Their marriage was over. Almost twenty years of matrimony — gone.

  They’ll sell the house and split the profits. And they’d split up all the “stuff” according to the inventory they’d both agreed on.

  They’ll share Jasmine’s college expenses, their contributions proportionate to their incomes.

  She’ll get half of his 401K when he retires, based on its current balance.

  He’ll pay child support until Jasmine graduates and gets a job.

  She sniffed and tossed the papers on the coffee table. Her lawyer had been pleased with the settlement, especially that last point. Leslie would take her word for it. At this moment, she couldn’t care less. But was it possible their lives together had resulted in five neat bullet points? What had once been a loving marriage and family, now was a bunch of legalese.

  The phone rang and she jumped. By habit, she rose and glanced at the Caller ID. She puffed out a breath and smiled. “Jaz! How’s it going?”

  “Fantastic, Mom.”

  Her daughter’s voice always brought a s
mile to her face. From toddler to teen, and now as a young woman. “Your semester will end before you know it. It’ll be nice to have a break from school, huh?”

  “Well, yeah.”

  She caught the slight hesitation but plowed ahead. “It sure will be good to have you home, Jaz. The house is awful quiet these days.”

  “I bet.”

  A tone in the softly spoken words made Leslie scurry to find a new topic. She knew Jasmine pitied the state of her parents’ marriage. But today was not a day to delve into it. Tears were too close to the surface at any given moment to tempt them.

  “Have you checked with the diner? They might need you to waitress this summer, and with me off school, we’ll have a lot of time together. I was thinking of some fun things to do – plant our garden, try new recipes, maybe we can even plan a vacation, just the two of us.”

  Leslie winced at the forced cheer in her tone and bit her lip. Jasmine would recognize it; she was way too sensitive in general, and too close to the subject of Leslie’s destroyed marriage, to dismiss the subtlety. The last thing she wanted to do was make Jasmine take sides, or to feel sorry for her at this stage of her life.

  Although, with her dad’s full-blown mid-life crisis, complete with a toupe, red Corvette and thirty-year-old divorcee girlfriend, the proper side to take was clear. At least in Leslie’s opinion.

  “Mom, listen. I won’t be coming home this summer after all.” She cleared her throat and paused.

  “What?” Leslie heard music playing behind Jasmine’s voice.

  “Something really exciting has come up. An opportunity I don’t want to turn down because although it’s not, um, the best timing … I know I’d regret it later if I didn’t go.”

  A little hand gripped Leslie’s heart. She drew a deep breath and forced it out. “Jasmine, spill. What are you talking about?”

  Her daughter’s words tumbled over themselves. “A few months ago, I applied for a summer abroad program in Paris. I never, ever thought I’d get selected because it’s so totally competitive. It’s a chance for college students all over the world to work in the Paris fashion scene for three whole months. Go backstage of the runway, work with models, designers, marketers, buyers, retailers. It’s an unbelievable internship and only the top fashion students are selected. I really didn’t think I’d have a chance but guess what … I was chosen! I found out today!”

  A weird buzzing filled her ears. Leslie stood squarely on her two feet and yet, the room was beginning to spin. She slumped into the chair beside the phone as if her spinal column had become a cooked noodle. The pause lengthened into an uncomfortable silence.

  “Mom? Are you still there?”

  “Yes,” she finally spit out. “You never even told me you’d applied for a summer abroad, honey.”

  “I know. Honestly, Mom, I didn’t think I had a chance, so why bother? It’s really an honor. It’ll be something I’ll remember my whole life, and it’ll be great for my resume.”

  “Okay, okay, Jaz. I hate to be the voice of reason here, but have you thought of the logistics?”

  “What do you mean?”

  Leslie sighed. “The biggest one I can think of is, how much does it cost, and how are we going to pay for it?”

  “Oh, that’s taken care of, Mom. Don’t worry about it.”

  “You mean, you got a scholarship? It’s a no-cost internship?”

  Jaz cleared her throat again. “Not exactly. I mean, there’s a cost, but it’s okay. Dad said he’d pay for it. In fact, he gave me his credit card number and told me to charge the tuition and fees.”

  A chill crept down Leslie’s spine while goose bumps popped on her arm. “You called Dad about this before you called me?”

  She winced. Not the most mature of questions to ask – but give her a break: she was new to this divorce stuff. “One day” new, in fact.

  “Well, yeah, I mean … before I could accept the internship I knew I had to be able to pay for it, so I, you know …”

  Leslie nodded. “Went with your best option.” Of course Tim would be able to pay for a summer abroad. His doctor’s salary loomed like the Statue of Liberty, her own teacher’s salary lingering almost unnoticed in the shadows.

  “Well …,”

  Leslie detested the uncomfortable silence but couldn’t bring herself to say anything cheerful to alleviate it.

  “I’m sorry, Mom, but I …”

  “No, I understand. I’m not sure I could’ve helped you anyway. I would’ve tried, though.”

  “I know.”

  For the next few minutes Jasmine chattered about the internship, the work, the classes, the travel. She was excited for her, sure she was. Of course she was! She hoped she showed all the appropriate enthusiasm. But when she hung up, reality hit her upside the head.

  She’d be alone all summer.

  Leslie closed her eyes and sat still, her mind serving up an image of what her summer break would be like. No husband, no job to go to, no Jasmine to brighten her days. Long days spanning ad infinitum with no plans. Or at least, nothing important to do.

  What was the purpose of her life now? What was she put here to do, if it wasn’t to be wife, mother and teacher? Prayers helped; she’d learned that time and time again. If nothing else, she usually felt better after verbalizing her requests and getting them out there.

  Her spoken words echoed in the empty house. “Lord. I know You’re there. Somewhere in all this mess that my life has become. It hasn’t been the most stellar of days, and You know that. But come on, how much can one person take? My marriage is over, my daughter will be gone all summer. Not even a job to get up and go to everyday. Nothing, but my new monotone life.” She sighed. “Solitude is completely overrated. Give me strength to deal with my new reality. Amen.”

  She stood and made her way to the kitchen. What on earth was she going to do with herself?

  * * *

  “Bye, Mrs. Malone!” The echoes of children’s voices remained in her memory long after they faded from the room. She stood at the window, waving at the last of her third graders as they ventured forth into their summers. Yet she remained, staring motionless through the pane.

  Reluctantly, she turned and faced the empty classroom. A few hours of work, and she’d have the walls stripped of laminated teaching aids and remnant artwork, the desktops scrubbed and her few personal items packed in a box to take along with her. Fifteen times she’d faced the last day of school, always an exciting day. Sad, yes, because she’d miss those little treasures she’d spent the last hundred and eighty-some school days teaching. But new ones came next year to replace the ones she sent on. Summer break was always a welcome reward for all the hard work of the school year.

  Never had she felt so reluctant to just … go home.

  By 6:00 she loaded her box in the back hatch of her SUV and turned back to gaze at the school. What would she be like when she returned in the fall? Nine months ago, she was confident. She had a husband of twenty years. A lovely home. A daughter excelling in college. A rewarding career she enjoyed.

  How life can change.

  All that was gone. No husband, no marriage: ruined in the fell swoop of his reckless affair. Jasmine was growing up. The house was going up on the market soon. And she now faced three long, empty months off work.

  She climbed into the car and tried to shake off her mood. She’d get home, make some soup and watch television to burn away the evening hours. Then she’d go to bed and wake up tomorrow.

  And figure out what to do.

  As she approached the house, her stomach twisted. Tim’s Mercedes sat unexpected in the driveway. He’d been forced to relinquish his house keys at divorce court so he sat inside the car, awaiting her arrival. She pulled her car beside him and looked over, her heart doing a little twist thing that caused her breath to catch in her chest.

  He looked up from some reading and nodded intentionally in her direction. If the nod had words, it would’ve said, “Oh yes, there you are.” For a
moment, a sense of guilt for keeping him waiting invaded her. He was a busy man, an important man. Time was money.

  Then she smirked. Although there were many things she hated about her new single state, one thing she absolutely loved was she didn’t have to feel guilty anymore. It was no longer her worry when she upset Tim, disappointed him, annoyed him. The divorce decree stated that much.

  “Hi, Leslie.” He got out of his car and walked over to hers, opened her door. He was nothing if not a southern gentleman, raised on the genteel manners of the generations of belles and gentlemen before him. Two decades of living in Pittsburgh had erased his accent, but not those lessons learned long ago.

  She supposed those lessons didn’t include ditching your wife for a gold-digging tramp a dozen years younger.

  “Tim,” she acknowledged. “What are you doing here?”

  “We need to talk about plans for the house.” As he spoke, he headed for the front door, then stopped when she diverted her route and walked toward the back of the car. He followed her and lifted the box, tucking it easily under his arm.

  “Okay.” She stuck her key in the front door lock and jiggled it. Years of practice made the temperamental thing release the tumblers. She swung the door open and walked in, fighting the inclination to offer him something, treat him like a guest. Because he wasn’t.