Keepsake:True North #2

By: Sarina Bowen

True North #2





About Keepsake





Lark Wainright used to be fearless. She led her life as a series of adventures, each one more exhilarating than the last. But her last overseas adventure was one too many. She’s safe now, but her family is still consumed with worry and her nights are filled with terror.

When her best friend offers her a stay at the orchard in exchange for help at the farmers’ markets, Lark jumps into her little car and heads to Vermont. But her night terrors don’t stop. Desperate to keep her fragile state a secret, she relies on the most soft-spoken resident of the Shipley Farm to soothe her when her dreams prove too much.

Zachariah is a survivor, too. It’s been four years since he was tossed aside by the polygamist cult where he grew up. He’s found a peaceful existence on the Shipley’s farm. He’s good with animals, and he’s good with his hands. But getting thrown away by your own people at nineteen leaves a mark on a guy. He doesn’t always know what to make of a world where movie quotes are the primary means of communication. Before hitchhiking to Vermont, he’d never watched TV or spoken on the phone.

Actually, there are a lot of things he’s never done.

Zach and Lark slowly grow to trust one another. One night they become even closer than they’d planned. But Lark may still be too broken to trust anyone. When she pushes Zach away, he will have to prove to himself that he's good for more than farm labor.





Praise for the True North Series





“Utterly fantastic. Well-written romance that runs the full gamut of emotions. Oh, and did I mention steamy? This series has it all. ”

— Red Hot & Blue Reads



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“I’m crazy about this series. In love with Jude and Sophie, the Shipley’s, just the whole family dynamic. EVERYTHING IS WOW.”

— Angie's Dreamy Reads



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“A world that pulled me in and had me wishing I could read all day!”

— Shh Mom’s Reading



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“5-stars, Top Pick! This story will break your heart and stitch it back together again.”

— Harlequin Junkie



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“Another fantastic book by Sarina Bowen! I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough.”

— The Book Hookup



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"Smart, funny and super sexy, Bittersweet is full of the kind of writing that makes Sarina Bowen one of my favorite author crushes."

—Author Sarah Mayberry.





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Part One: Early Season





Ginger Gold

Paula Red

Zestar





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Lark





As the crow flies, Tuxbury, Vermont wasn’t all that far from Boston. But I didn’t make the journey via crow, I made it in my aging Volkswagen Beetle. And in rural Vermont, the roads don’t often go where you need them to go. So the trip took me two and a half hours.

The late summer sun had already set by the time I drove up the Shipley’s lengthy gravel driveway. The pinging of pebbles against the undercarriage of my car was a sound that announced: you have left the city.

And good riddance. The past month at home with my parents in Boston had been excruciating.

I put my baby in park and killed the engine. Then I sat there for a moment, taking in the softly lit Shipley farmhouse. Laughter drifted from the screened windows. And through the lace curtains I glimpsed the bodies moving about the dining room in preparation for dinner.

The meal would be served at any moment, and I knew I should go inside. But I lingered behind the wheel another moment, putting on my game face. There was nowhere I’d rather be than here at the Shipley farm. But I’d forgotten that harvest season on a working farm would involve a cast of thousands. Okay—not thousands. But dozens. And lately, I wasn’t so good in a crowd.

You’ll be fine, I coached myself. These people love you. If I was a little off my game, they’d understand.

I got out of my car and pulled my duffel bag out of the back seat. Even before I got the car door closed, there was a squeal from the kitchen door. “She’s heeeeere!”

Smiling, I braced myself for my friend’s hug. I’d met May almost exactly seven years ago when Boston University assigned us to the same freshman dormitory room. So I’d been on the receiving end of May’s hugs many times.

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