by D L Lane
Welcome D. L.! Congratulations on this new release!
From the cover, it looks like there might be a love story involved.
It is. This is the first in a series of contemporary Christian, inspirational romance, series centered around a fictional small town in the Pacific Northwest.
Will the next books in the series continue their story?
Each subsequent book will focus on a different set of characters, while at the same time showing a connection to characters in previous editions, adding a new patch to the colorful quilt that makes up Cedar Point
Who do you think will enjoy this book?
This book is in the contemporary, inspirational romance, Christian genre(s), but hopefully, anyone who loves to read a second chance love story, would enjoy reading, That Place Called Home.
Tell us about the story.
As children, they were best friends.
In high school, they became so much more.
Sometimes we need to leave behind what we know—the journey to somewhere, anywhere else calling us onward into the world, and so we go. In time we grow older, wiser, and perhaps more than a little world-weary. Eventually, we realize the most important journey of our life will be making our way back to where we started.
For Breckin Lorry and Mason Miller, returning to their hometown of Cedar Point, Washington wasn’t easy, but healing broken hearts while reconnecting won’t be either.
Can the former sweethearts, who allowed their youthful, impetuous choices and misunderstandings tear them apart, discover the meaning of forgiveness? And if they do, will their reunion as the adults they’ve become be worth the twenty-years it took them to get there?
What do you hope to have your readers take away?
Forgiveness is possible.
Sounds interesting. What prompted you to write this?
I wrote That Place Called Home for a few different reasons. First, I wanted to write a book that shows, regardless of being a Christian, we can and do make some huge mistakes. We still sin, and we have serious consequences to that sin. However, that in no way means God doesn’t love us. He does. He’s there, waiting for us to acknowledge Him.
The second? I wanted to write a second chance love story, showing the past—who the hero and heroine were while weaving into the present—just who has the hero and heroine have become?
And third, I wanted the story to show that people can re-connect, fall in love again, not only with each other but with God.
What characters will readers identify with in this story?
My hero and heroine, Mason Miller and Breckin Lorry, grew up together. They were best friends as children and became a serious boyfriend/girlfriend in high school, with plans to go to college together and one day marry. However, due to youthful mistakes, hasty decisions, and some interference from outside sources, the path of they were on changed. Because of this, both of them ended up marrying other people.
Twenty years later, after their marriages fall apart, they come back home to Cedar Point. It isn’t easy, but they work on rebuilding their friendship, get things that had always weighed them down out on the table, find out about misunderstandings that lead them on two different journeys, and slowly enter into a romantic relationship once again.
So, their bittersweet love story is not only a reunion between two people but a spiritual reunion with God.
Even if we have left Him for a time, He has never left us.
This story weaves those truths into the fabric of Mason and Breckin’s lives as they navigate their way to their happily ever after ending that was interrupted years before.
After the first morning hymn, Pastor Kyle said from the pulpit, “Welcome to the house of the Lord! Please take a moment to shake hands with your neighbor and say good morning” as the pianist continued playing.
When Mason decided to return to his hometown church, around six months ago, it was a strange, almost foreign place to him. Not only because it had been years since he’d been in any church, but because Cedar Point Baptist had been his father’s church for so long. Coming back, his father gone, had been strange. But over the past few months, it was once again becoming a second home.
“It’s so good to see you,” the pastor’s wife said, extending her hand, which he shook, then she leaned over to shake Breckin’s. “I’m happy you’re here with us.”
“Thank you,” Breck said. “It’s good to be back.”
Handshake after handshake, and even a few hugs taking place, Breckin’s mother came down the aisle, a wide smile on her face. “Baby-girl,” she cooed, hugging her daughter’s neck. “Seeing you here has made my day. And you’re with Mason.”
“I’m glad to see you too, Mom, but don’t gush over Mase, please?”
“I don’t gush.”
Mrs. Lorry turned and tossed her arms around Mason’s neck, kissing his cheek. “Seeing you here with my daughter is such a wonderful gift. It’s like Christmas has come early this year.”
“Son,” Mr. Lorry said, clapping him on the back before his wife let loose of him.
“How are you feeling, Dad?” Breckin asked.
“I’m great, and seeing you two together does my old ticker a world of good.”
“Don’t read things into it. Mason and I are working at repairing our friendship.”
Her father winked at her. “Whatever you say, Doodlebug.”
“Sis!” Danica almost ran to them, hugging Breckin, her husband smiling down indulgently at them. “You’re here, and with Mason.”
“Shh…use your church voice, Danny.”
Mason greeted a few more stragglers, then heard “We better get back to our seats” from Mrs. Lorry. “We are all going for lunch when church lets out, all right?”
“Are you asking or telling us, Mom?” Breck asked.
“A little bit of both.”
Breckin shook her head, then glanced up at Mason. “Is that okay with you?”
“Fine,” she said, returning her attention to her mother who clapped.
“Fantastic!” Danica chimed in.
Pastor Kyle spoke to the choir, his cue to the congregation to settle down.
“Talk to you soon,” Mrs. Lorry said, taking her husband’s arm, then going back upfront to their usual second-row pew.
Her sister finger waved, then took her husband’s hand, following her parents.
Breckin looked back up at him. “I told you they’d get ahead of themselves.”
As they took their seats, he placed his arm on the back of the pew, his palm resting on the soft sleeve of her upper arm, then whispered, “Everything will be fine,” believing what he said with a bone-deep conviction.
She peeked at him, her face aglow.
This was how they should be, how they should have been, and Mason grabbed onto that ray of hope with both hands.
Lord. Thank you.
About the Author
D.L. Lane is a wife, musician, a graduate of Liberty University, and a member of American
Christian Fiction Writers. In 2010 she walked away from the day job and started a writing career using a pen name.
As far as the world was concerned, she was very successful writing romances, however, success aside, she knew she wasn’t on the right path but stubbornly kept on going for nine years. Although a Christian and raised in a religious home, D.L went her own way, leaving God out of her choices until He said, “Enough.”
Weary and seeking guidance, she finally listened and left the course she was on as an established novelist to take a new path—putting God first in her life where He always should have been.
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