Heart of Warwickshire

Series · 2 books · 2012-2025

By Chautona Havig

Books in series

Allerednic

A Regency Cinderella Tale--In Reverse

2012

Lady Charlotte Eversley, heir of the Earl of Everston, has lived a charmed life. Wealthy, beautiful, and one day she will be a Countess in her own right. No mother has ever loved a daughter more. Her sisters admire and adore her, and of course, her father dotes on her. She is one of the most eligible ladies of the Season. Mr. Jasper Seyton misses the country. Along with his trusted servant, Worley, he endures the delights of Town for one purpose. After three Seasons, he has little confidence in the so-called “Marriage Mart.” They enjoy each other’s company, and her father approves. She knows he intends to propose. He knows that she will accept. So where is she when he returns to Everston Hall, and why does she think there is no hope for happiness again?

Bullfinch's Methodology

2025

From his pulpit, the Reverend Thomas Blakemoor had seen many unusual things—children fidgeting in their seats or leaving “presents” for persons nearby. That fine Sunday morning, when the light of the sun shone in particular beauty through the windows of the Methodist chapel at Stoneleigh, two scornful green eyes stared back at him from the third pew from the front. He knew the eyes of his parishioners well, and these did not belong to any he’d ever met. Perhaps the novelty of a new face teased him, or it might have been simply that he was unaccustomed to such obvious censure from the pews. To be sure, people objected to his teaching, calling him a fanatic at times. However, in the little chapel where he gave his Sunday morning sermons and held his Wednesday night prayer meetings, Thomas was accustomed to a certain amount of respect—deference even. The young lady seated in the Seyton pew, on the other hand, certainly held little respect and no deference at all. This was likely the cause of his fumble. Just as his eyes met those of the guest in their midst, he faltered in his fine lesson on honesty. In addition to the scornful eyes, now a lip curled, causing him to stumble again. Thomas, a little too full of pride at times such as these, gathered his courage—his self-respect—and delivered the rest of his sermon with such calmness, such finesse, such eloquence that even his parishioners seemed to have forgotten the uncharacteristic stutters in the middle of the lesson. However, even as he strolled down the aisle to the door to greet the congregants, he knew one pair of eyes, one curled lip, one young lady had certainly not forgotten.

Author

Chautona Havig

Author · 152 books

**fingers skittle across the keyboard. Stop. Eyelids blink over the top** Oh, was this bio day? Oops! I forgot. I was lost in my latest manuscript. Umm... bio. Yeah. Hi! I’m Chautona Havig. (for those who care, that’s Shuh-TONE-uh HAVE-ig). Yeah. Just work with me here. I should have used a pseudonym, but when you grow up with a name like Chautona, it kind of sticks. Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful; and let us consider how to stimulate one another to love and good deeds, not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near. ~ Hebrews 10: 23–25 Those aren’t just words on a page for me–they’re why I write. I write to encourage my brothers and sisters in Christ. The stories I create are to make people laugh, cry, question, consider. They’re for you. When the world screams for hope, I try to point you to the true Source of hope–Jesus. Sometimes life in the church no longer seems a refuge from the pain of a self-serving world around us, but through my stories, I try to point you to the only Refuge that can truly help–the Father’s Everlasting Arms. And sometimes we just need an escape from the monotony, the emptiness we see around us. We need joy, laughter–what I like to call “just the write escape.” Christian fiction without apology or pretense–lived, not preached. What does that even mean? It means I care–about you. About your walk with Jesus. I care about the words you put before your eyes, the mental pictures those words conjure. It’s difficult to express just how much I love my brothers and sisters in Christ. It’s difficult to share just how much I love you. But I do. And I write for you. I sit in my little house in California’s Mojave Desert and I write to show you why one sister believes one thing, why a brother believes another. I write to show you how some Christians handle trials or triumphs–for you. So when you’re faced with something–good or bad, it doesn’t matter–maybe it’ll spark a memory. Maybe that memory will smolder until you pull out your Bible and see what the Lord said about it–about His great love for you. For YOU! And maybe, just maybe, you’ll share that love with another hurting, confused, or blessed-with-more-than-she-knows-what-to-do-with soul. I just happen to think that’s the most blessed giving anyone could hope to receive.