Turns out home may be where the heart is, after allâ¦
Briar Run, Kentucky, is where Annie Emerson grew up, where her grandmother Ida raised her. Annie, now a social worker in L.A., left years ago but returns home when Idaâs health fails. Sheâs devastated to lose herâand shocked to discover how badly the town has deteriorated. But sheâs inherited some money and uses it to help rescue Briar Run.
Police chief Sky Cordova is dealing with an overabundance of crime, severe budget cuts and a battle over the custody of his five-year-old son, Zack. The last thing he needs is a woman with a cause stirring up trouble. Despite that, heâs captivated by Annie and her passion to revitalize her neighborhood. Heâs not the only one, since Zack falls for Annie, too. Sky starts to realize that her way of bringing the town back to lifeâone house at a timeâmight work. Just as sheâs brought his heart back to life, one smile at a timeâ¦
Annie opened a small leather notebook.
âI surveyed a few residents,â she began. âI believe their spirits can be improved by something as simple as home face-lifts, like the one Iâve started. Fresh paint. Maybe new drapes. Possibly some rosebushes and weeded yards. Those things take sweat equity.â
âAnd money. Paint isnât free. Cosmetic changes wonât break the stranglehold gangs have on local teens. If you want to do something meaningful, get me the names of the gang leaders.â
Annie and Sky faced off across the table. âMaybe the gang leaders will give up and move on if we create the kind of community where families want to live. Restore hope.â
âPerhaps thatâs true in prosperous neighborhoods. Did any of the residents you talked to tell you how many hours a day they spend riding buses back and forth into Louisville to work at minimum-wage jobs that barely put food on their tables? Those privileged few who actually found new jobs?â
âI havenât totally gained their trust yet,â Annie admitted. âBut I plan to. I thought Iâd distribute flyers inviting residents to a meeting where I can lay out my ideas in greater detail.â
âGood luck.â
âI had hoped I could enlist your support.â
He clattered down the steps and strode down the walkway without so much as a backward glance.
Dear Reader,
A lot of writers say that a story will come to life fully formed in their minds. For me, more often the characters appear first and then I need to find them a home. Annieâs Neighborhood was different. The houses in her neighborhood came first.
Whenever I travel, I do so with a tour book of the state in hand. On a trip to Kentucky I wanted to see the home of the Kentucky Derby. Weâd just missed the race, but the immediate area was still decked out in new paint and roses. On leaving Churchill Downs, we wound through a warren of streets lined with older Victorian houses. The once-vibrant neighborhood looked faded. Homes needed paint. Retaining walls were cracked and overgrown with vines. Lovely stained-glass dormer windows looked dull, and wrought-iron fencing was rusted. The greater city of Louisville, built by immigrants who worked in manufacturing, was a city in transition. A news article said some areas were battling an infiltration of gangs. But even as we left the state I kept thinking about those homes, about how beautiful they could be. Maybe they are now.
My story of course is a total work of fiction, and Annieâs a character who rattled around in my head for quite a while. She had a murky background and needed roots. She needed my faded homes.
And because I write love stories, independent though Annie is, she needed a family. Who better than a once-burned, jaded cop? Sky Cordova is in the middle of a custody fight with his ex. Heâs also trying to keep the peace in a dying community populated by apathetic homeowners cowed by defiant gangs. And then Annie Emerson shows up! Sheâs testament to the fact that big changes begin with small onesâwhen it comes to houses and hearts.
And thatâs how this story was born. Iâm glad Harlequin Heartwarming provided it with a home. I love to hear from readers. Contact me via email at [email protected], or by writing to me at 7739 E. Broadway Blvd. #101, Tucson, AZ 85710-3941.
Sincerely,
Roz
ROZ DENNY FOX
Roz saw her first book, Red Hot Pepper, published by Harlequin in February 1990. Sheâs written for several Harlequin series, as well as online serials and special projects. Besides being a writer, Roz has worked as a medical secretary and as an administrative assistant in both an elementary school and a community college. Part of her love for writing came from moving around with her husband during his tenure in the marine corps and as a telephone engineer. The richness of settings and the diversity of friendships she experienced continue to make their way into her stories. Roz enjoys corresponding with readers either via email, [email protected], or by mail (7739 E. Broadway Blvd. #101, Tucson, AZ 85710-3941). You can also check her website,