My name is Phoenix Swartz. I am trapped in a nightmare marriage of fear and abuse and cannot escape my tyrant husband. Charles Swartz was abusive and demanding. He ruled my life with a leather strap and harsh words. The physical and mental abuse I suffered at his hands made me hate and fear him. Death would be the only thing that could release me from our marriage. I've met a man named John Westerling. He is not what I've learned to expect from men. He is caring, thoughtful, encouraging, and dotes on his only daughter. He treats me as his equal and his encouragement builds me up. His displays of patience and love to everyone around draws my heart to him. Can the love we are finding together stand against a woman from his past who threatens to tear us apart and destroy all that we are working to achieve? Will I be able to trust again after being married to a tyrant?

We had come so far from when we first met. She would shy away from me, from my touch. Her husband, Charles, both mentally and physically abused her. With his death, Phoenix could finally heal and start blooming. I try not to show the hurt I feel when she sees Charles when she looks at me. I am her husband now and the care and devotion I have for her will win her to me. I hope…

At best love is complicated with one man. I have two. One is my fiancé and the other is his brother. Both want to win my heart. But I want what God wants. I can only hope He knows what's best, live in His will, and follow His teachings. My name is Evelyn Miller. This is the story of how I became a Westerling.

The Three Bookateers 2015 Indie Awards \Best Clean Read Author\ SNSBAH 2015 Best of the Best Winner \Favorite Christian Author\ Coast to Coast Book Best of 2015 \Best Christian Author\ Cathy Jackson Author Classifieds \2015 Christian Romance Author of the Year\ David Westerling is a well-respected deacon in our church. His family loves openly and fiercely. Passion has driven them on paths I never would have taken and don't fully understand. I want to know their motivations but they guard their secrets as zealously as each other's hearts. Why do I feel the way I do when David looks at me or speaks? It makes me question what I've always thought of my life. I see what they have and I want it too. I live a blessed life but still, something is missing. I've not always been a good girl. Would they accept me if they knew my secret?