Sharon Sala

A Place To Call Home


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      At that moment, Judd turned, and Charlie found herself caught in his stare. A long, silent moment passed, and all she could think was,

      Lord, don’t do this to me again.

      Then Judd was laughing between mouthfuls of marshmallows that her daughter was poking into his mouth. Every bite he took, he growled and nipped at her baby fingers, which seemed to the little girl to be the height of hilarity.

      When he pulled her toddler out of her car seat and into his arms, Charlie’s knuckles went white on the steering wheel. The image of a big strong man carrying her tiny child was too touching to be ignored. At that moment, she would have liked nothing better than to sit there and cry. But letting go of her emotions was a luxury she couldn’t afford.

      God, please take away this feeling, she prayed silently. I don’t want to want that man….

      Dear Reader,

      I was so pleased to learn that A Place To Call Home was being reissued. The story depicts a life that so many children live these days. When a child is born, and held and loved, a bond is formed that only death can break. When Judd Hanna loses his mother at a young age and is left with a father who wishes Judd had never been born, his life becomes a spiral into fear and abuse. That’s when having one parent can sometimes be worse than having none at all. These kinds of children grow up with a wall between them and the rest of the world. The wall is security against ever loving, or falling in love. It’s their only protection from ever being hurt again.

      But when Judd Hanna meets Charlotte Franklin and her adorable little girl, Rachel, his walls come tumbling down.

      I hope that when you have finished reading this book you are able to give thanks for having wonderful families of your own. But if you do not, and if your life is somewhat like Judd Hanna’s, don’t give up. There’s always hope that you, too, will find a place you can call home.

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      A Place to Call Home

      Sharon Sala

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      SHARON SALA

      With fifty-two books in print, award-winning author Sharon Sala, who also writes as Dinah McCall, still has to remind herself from time to time that this isn’t a dream.

      She learned to read at the age of four, and has had her nose in a book ever since. Her introduction to romance came at an early age through the stories of Zane Grey, Grace Livingston Hill and Emily Loring.

      First published in 1991, she’s now a four-time RITA® Award finalist, winner of the Janet Dailey Award, three-time Career Achievement winner from Romantic Times magazine, four-time winner of the National Readers’ Choice Award and five-time winner of the Colorado Romance Writers’ Award of Excellence, as well as numerous other industry awards.

      Her books are regularly on bestseller lists, such as The New York Times, USA TODAY, Publishers Weekly, Waldenbooks mass market and many others.

      She claims that, for her, learning to read was a matter of evolution, but learning to write and then being published was a revolution. It changed her life, her world and her fate.

      I dedicate this book to all of my readers who have vanquished the monsters that slept under their beds.

      Contents

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

      Chapter 1

      “Goddamn it, Hanna, you aren’t listening to me.”

      Detective Judd Hanna of the Tulsa Police Department gave his captain a look that would have quelled a lesser man. Roger Shaw threw up his hands in defeat.

      “And don’t give me one of those ‘spare me’ looks, either. This is serious.”

      Judd let his gaze shift from his captain’s face to a spot just over his shoulder, and then the window beyond. There was a window washer halfway up the building across the street. Judd wondered absently why a man would choose such a dangerous occupation.

      Shaw saw Judd’s focus shift. He turned, following Judd’s gaze, saw the man on the scaffolding across the street, and then strode to the windows and deftly dropped the shades. When he turned, Judd was heading for the door.

      “I’m not through with you,” Shaw snapped. “Get back here now, and that’s an order.”

      Judd sighed. Short of mutiny, which he was considering, disobeying an out-and-out order was beyond him. He turned, wishing that this feeling of helplessness would just go away. He felt aimless…almost out of control. And of all things, Judd Hanna had to be in control. It was the only way he could function.

      “What…sir?”

      Shaw took a deep breath and then popped a mint in his mouth to keep from cursing again. He’d lost his temper more in the last ten minutes than he had all month. God only knew what his blood pressure was doing right now. He shuddered and pushed the thought from his mind.

      “Look, Hanna.