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A powerful story of resilience, reconciliation & rediscovering.
Perfect for fans of deeply emotional women’s fiction, this powerful first installment in The Hilltown Series invites you to rediscover the strength it takes to come home—to your town, your family, and yourself.
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August 26, 2025
Koehler Books
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PRAISE FOR JOURNEY BACK TO YOU:
“Leigh Shalloway delivers a heartfelt and beautifully written story in Journey Back to You, a novel that reminds us how love always finds its way, evenVwhen the path is unexpected or uncertain. At its core, this book explores the inevitability of love—the way it can choose us rather than the other way around—and the emotional journey that comes with embracing that truth.” -Lisa D.
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ABOUT JOURNEY BACK TO YOU:
Kathleen Hill is eager for college. At home in Hilltown, her family's namesake, she is pressured by her father to one day run the family business, the town's steel mill, and her mother's depression, alcohol dependency, and pill-popping are getting worse. When her acceptance to Northwestern comes, she is ecstatic, but she soon finds romance in an unlikely place.
Jase Thompson works at the mill, and while Kathleen's father only wants her to learn the ropes to continue their family legacy, Jase is able to show her the real blood, sweat, and tears of the mill: the workers. When it's time for Kathleen to go to college, their different backgrounds causes friction, and they part ways. Soon, she joins a sorority and meets Richard, a guy who woos her with fancy restaurants, galleries, and Chicago events.
When Kathleen eventually returns to Hilltown, what she sees flips her world upside down. Addiction and drugs have taken over the town, and Jase's brother might be in trouble. The mill is gone. Soon, her family home will be too. But the biggest question of all is where is Jase? Journey Back to You is a story of love, heartbreak, survival, and reconciliation.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
LEIGH SHALLOWAY has a psychology degree from Emory University and a master's degree in counseling and school psychology from Seattle University.
Following graduation, she interned at the Martin Luther King Center for nonviolent social change and worked as a lead psychologist for Sammamish schools.
She is also a holistic care practitioner who trained other practitioners and taught hospice volunteers various methodologies for helping their patients.
Leigh lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and four grown children. Journey Back to You is the first novel in the Hilltown Trilogy.
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A new historical /political thriller by Wall Street Journal bestselling author David R. Stokes.
Set in January 1965, TheHopeNotPlot imagines a shadowy conspiracy behind one of history’s most puzzling absences: President Lyndon B. Johnson skipping Winston Churchill’s funeral.
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September 23, 2025
Broad Run Books
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PRAISE FOR THE HOPE NOT PLOT:
"Engaging espionage tale that's full of high-stakes suspense as the Cold War heats up...The lively mix of real-life historical figures and Stokes' fictional creations keeps events moving briskly along." — KIRKUS
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ABOUT THE HOPE NOT PLOT:
As 90-year-old Winston Churchill barely clings to life in January 1965, Great Britain and the world prepares for the funeral of the century.
The long-planned grand farewell has a code name: Operation Hope Not.
A "who's who" list of world leaders plan to attend. But Lyndon B. Johnson is a no-show.
Why does the President of the United States, a consummate and ego-driven politician, who has just been inaugurated for his own term, following a landslide election victory the previous November choose to stay home instead of making his presence known as the leader of the free world while 350 million people watch via new satellite technology.
And, why doesn't President Johnson send his new Vice President, Hubert Humphrey, in his stead?
Why also will the American Secretaries of State and Defense travel to London as part of the "official" US delegation, only to skip the actual service at historic St. Paul's Church?
With these verified historical facts as a backdrop, best-selling author DAVID R. STOKES takes us through the "looking glass" and into a world of shadows, mystery, and intrigue.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
DAVID R. STOKES is a Wall Street Journal bestselling author, ghostwriter, broadcaster, columnist, and retired minister.
He has been married to Karen Holland Stokes for more than 49 years.
They have three daughters, seven grandchildren, and one great-grandson.
And they all live in the beautiful Commonwealth of Virginia.
Nora finally escaped her mother when she went to college, but now she was summoned home by her father.
She wondered what he wanted.She had a wonderful relationship with her father, but a terrible one with her mother.
Nora was closer to her nanny Clara than she was to her own mother.
Her mother was very controlling, and her father was actually afraid of her because of her reactions and negativity to everything.
We follow this beautiful story with heartfelt characters as well as some difficult ones.
There are a lot of secrets being kept by each character. The secrets compound one on the other with Nora's father having to take the brunt of them all.
HEMLOCK LANE is a very enjoyable read that is so well written, you will be eager to see how it all turns out for each character and not want to put the book down. 5/5 5/5
Thank you to the publisher for a copy of this book. All opinions are my own.
ALL INFORMATION IN THIS POST IS COURTESY OF DANIELLE LESAGE | MANAGER, PUBLICITY & MARKETING | PENGUIN RANDOM HOUSE CANADA
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The stunning sequel to the instant international bestseller Heavenly Bodies.
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November 25, 2025
Trade Paperback
Random House Canada
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Fiction
Fantasy
Romance
Fairy Tales
Folk Tales
Legends & Mythology
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ABOUT FALLEN STARS:
Never make a bargain with a god.
Elara is out for revenge. Her love, Prince Enzo, is trapped between the realms of life and death, and her enemy has vanished, leaving Elara with a life she never wanted and new powers she cannot control.
Now a disgraced queen on the run, Elara must find a way to wake Enzo while also seeking the lost Titans, a league of gods who ruled the world long before the Stars.
But there is a darker power at play, one that even Ariete, King of the Stars, is afraid of. With enemies at every turn, Elara must tread carefully if she has any hope of saving her soulmate and fulfilling her promise to make every Star fall.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Imani Erriu is the author of the romance fantasy series Heavenly Bodies.
She is a graduate from the Manchester Metropolitan University where she received a Bachelor's Degree in English Literature and Creative Writing.
She spent most of her childhood in the forests of the English countryside, which definitely gifted her an overactive imagination.
When she isn't crying over her own fictional characters or daydreaming up her next plot twist, she can be found eating pasta and watching "The Office" on repeat.
An eerie suspense novel, in which a grieving woman takes a job at an isolated mansion only to become wrapped up in the curse that seems to have befallen its eccentric owner.
Emily Grace has endured the worst loss imaginable. But can she survive a remote manor haunted by more than just memories . . .?
Drowning in grief, Emily Grace has lost everything: her home, her friends, her career. Only one lifeline remains—a job working for an eccentric millionaire. Along with his wife, he’s been building a mansion on a secluded island surrounded by a harsh and unforgiving sea. But when she disappears under mysterious circumstances, Emily Grace is hired to finish the project.
Locals believe the house is cursed, but their warnings go unheeded as Emily Grace works to rebuild her life. After what she’s been through, nothing can scare her—except perhaps the attention of a handsome man offering more than friendship. And yet, there’s something strange about this solitary fortress. Accidents. Mishaps. Ghostly whispers through the surrounding forest, footsteps when she’s completely alone . . .
Is there truly a curse or is the ethereal specter in the window an omen of something more sinister?
This spooky standalone from phenomenal crime author Elena Taylor will have readers sleeping with the light on for weeks! With vibes of Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, fans of Riley Sager and thrillers with light horror elements will love The Haunting of Emily Grace!
Praise for The Haunting of Emily Grace:
"Taylor doesn’t just conjure suspense—she dissects it, peeling back the fragile layers of identity, memory, and trust until nothing feels safe. The Haunting of Emily Grace is deeply unsettling in all the best ways." ~ Carter Wilson, bestselling author of Tell Me What You Did
"Beautifully evocative and atmospheric, The Haunting of Emily Grace is a one-sitting read. I couldn't put it down." ~ Lisa Hall, bestselling author of suspense
"gut-tightening suspense" ~ Edward J Leahy, author of the Dan Brady and Kim Brady mysteries
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Book Details:
Genre: Suspense with a touch of light paranormal/horror Published by: Severn House Publication Date: November 4, 2025 Number of Pages: 288 pages, Hardcover ISBN: 9781448317370 (ISBN10: 1448317371), Hardcover Book Links:Amazon | Barnes & Noble | BookShop.org | Goodreads | BookBub | Severn House
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ONE
Over the Water
Grief is a scab that I can’t stop picking at, no matter how hard I try. It pokes at me now as I sit in my truck on the deserted ferry dock, surrounded by dense morning fog and waiting for the boat to take me across an expanse of dark water to a house rumored to be cursed.
My fingers trace a photograph taped to my dashboard. My hand trembles, likely from an empty stomach or sleeplessness, as both are constant companions. But I outline the beloved face, forever frozen, like a precious object in amber. Lost to me in the real world, calling to me from the next.
The ferry slides into the dock in front of me with a bump against the pilings. A lone figure moves across the empty deck, while an old, grizzled seaman stays inside the tiny wheelhouse. One captain and one first mate.
Tying the ferry off with ropes thicker than my arm, the mate’s actions are practiced and steady. He lowers a ramp and waves me forward. Ever so slowly, I roll across the water, fighting against holding my breath—the superstition I’ve clung to my entire life every time I cross a bridge. The thirty-minute sail to Salish Island, and tiny Monk’s Rock where my new job awaits, won’t allow me the indulgence, so I might as well continue to breathe despite my need to cling to anything, even a silly belief, to keep me safe.
After parking the truck as the mate directs, I wait as he shoves bright orange chock blocks around all four wheels, as if, without a barrier, my vehicle might drive itself into the sea.
I open my door a crack; our eyes meet. “Can I get out?”
“Of course.”
The first mate is rugged, with an air of confidence like he’d be good in a crisis. Smooth skin on his cheeks. Bright, inquisitive eyes. Broad shoulders visible under the bulky uniform of dark green waterproof overalls and a yellow slicker.
He holds out his hand as I step out. “Careful. Parts of the deck can be slippery when it’s this wet.”
Electricity flies between our fingers, and I pull away as if he poses a threat. I don’t want to feel desire. Intimacy is dangerous. But what does it mean that I’m looking at men again?
He gives me an odd look. “We’ll be underway in a few minutes.” He walks back to the ramp, where two men unload a battered white cargo van. The three of them quickly stack boxes to one side, lashing them in place. No doubt provisions for an island that’s home to five hundred hearty souls—and me. At least for the time it takes to complete the finish carpentry in one enormous house.
I’d once been a very good carpenter. Before my life exploded into hospitals and medical visits, overwhelming helplessness and all the endless paperwork connected to dying. Since then, I’ve done a poor job of putting myself back together. The rough pieces of grownup life refusing to fit a new pattern now that I’m alone.
My mentor Bill Thomlinson had started this project less than a week ago but fell and broke his leg in multiple places. After he came through the surgery, metal pins in place, he convinced the homeowner to take a chance on me.
“You need this,” he said to me over the phone, his voice surprisingly strong for someone coming out of anesthesia. “I’m done watching you flail. This job can save you. Don’t let me down.”
Now I stand on the deck of a private ferry while the engines roar out a steady vibration under my feet, and wonder if I’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake.
Crossing to the rail, I pin my eyes where the horizon must lie out beyond the mist. Clouds above and waves below. Indistinguishable from each other because of the heavy air, thick like smoke. My stomach lurches at the thought of everything that swims underneath my feet and the unknown depth of the sea.
Breathe in . . . breathe out . . . focus on the future. Focus on the work.
All I know about the job ahead of me is that the original carpenter vanished, forcing the owner, Cameron Lang, to bring in someone else, but then Bill ended up with pins in his leg. Given that I haven’t slept in so long that I shouldn’t be trusted with power tools, I hope that whatever the curse is, it doesn’t come in threes.
When I feel like I’m losing my mind, it helps to ground myself with something physical, so I grip the hard, cold rail in my hands. No matter how much ending my life is a viable choice, some small part of me refuses to let death win again.
The fog brightens, and we cross a physical line in space, plunging into a blue so pure it hurts my eyes. I gasp and grip even tighter as the sky separates from the water, which now spreads out below me in an endless black void.
“Not quite got your sea legs?” The first mate watches me with barely disguised curiosity.
Salt spray traces tears down my cheeks. I must look like I’m crying. “I didn’t expect to come out of the fog so abruptly.”
“It does that sometimes. Now you see it, now you don’t. No matter how often we sail through a bank, it always feels like magic.”
“I can imagine.”
He lingers nearby. Maybe there’s little to do once the ferry is underway. Although small talk is beyond my ability, part of me longs to hear his voice again, even if I say things that sound insane.
The temperature drops as we head further out to sea.
We’re soon dodging between uninhabited land masses. “Some of these islands are so low they disappear in high tide.” He gestures to the slopes of land. Rocky outcroppings just under the surface. Dangerous, like unexploded mines in the sand.
Panic rises. The water below us taunts me—my troubles will be over if I simply fall into a watery grave. The voice becomes louder and more insistent that I should do something I can’t take back. To keep my mind off the words in my head, my eyes search for the defiant piece of US rock thrusting out of Canadian waters. If I can make it back to dry land, I can get through another day.
“That’s what you’re looking for.” The first mate’s breath tickles my ear as he comes closer, speaking over the hum of the engines, the slap of water on the hull, and the cry of seagulls. My gaze follows his arm to the far-off outline of Salish Island, where Monk’s Rock perches off the northern-most end, tethered to each other by the narrowest of bridges.
“Take this.” He presses a business card into my hand. “Just in case.” Under his name is a single word, handyman, and a phone number.
“Adrian Han?” I look up, his eyes capturing mine. “I thought you were the first mate.”
“I’m a lot of things.” His words are casual, but something reflects in his expression, an emotion I can’t put my finger on.
“You might realize at some point there’s a project you need help with. Nothing against your skills. Everyone needs another set of hands once in a while.”
“I have a helper.”
“Chuck, yeah. I’ve worked with him before.” His tone is carefully neutral.
My new boss made the arrangements for Chuck to help me with anything that requires two people. Am I going to regret his choice?
“How do you know why I’m here?”
Adrian’s carefree expression returns. “Emily Grace Turner. Carpenter. Here to finish the End of the World.”
It’s a jolt that he knows anything about me when I’ve worked so hard to become invisible. He reads me again, and his tone turns reassuring. “It’s a small town—people talk.” He gestures toward the wood rack that fits over my camper shell and the bumper sticker: Proud Member of the Carpenter’s Union. “Plus, your name was on your ferry registration.”
I chuckle for thinking his words are sinister until a darker emotion, one that looks like fear, crosses his face. “That house—” His lips purse as if he holds something back. “Just call if you need help. Anytime.”
The island takes clearer shape, and Adrian returns to the wheelhouse, his absence palpable, as if a physical hole remains in the air after he’s gone.
He’s taken his fear with him, except for the small part he’s left behind with me.
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Excerpt from The Haunting of Emily Grace by Elena Taylor. Copyright 2025 by Elena Taylor. Reproduced with permission from Elena Taylor. All rights reserved.
Author Bio:
Elena Taylor spent several years working in theater as a playwright, director, designer, and educator before turning her storytelling skills to novels. Her first series, the Eddie Shoes Mysteries, written under Elena Hartwell, introduced a quirky mother/daughter crime fighting duo.
With the Sheriff Bet Rivers Mysteries, Elena returned to her dramatic roots to bring readers more serious and atmospheric novels. Located in her beloved Washington State, Elena uses her connection to the environment to produce tense and suspenseful investigations for a lone sheriff in an isolated community. The third in the series, Kill to Keep, launches summer 2026.
The Haunting of Emily Grace is Elena’s first standalone suspense novel.
Her favorite place to be is at Paradise, the property she lives on south of Spokane, Washington, with her equines, dogs, cats, and hubby.
