Small town nostalgia is a big thing in Christian romance. Maybe they think they’re safer, wherever everyone goes to church on Sundays and the sheriff doesn’t need to carry a gun (Andy Taylor). Or maybe we like the sense of community—a place where everyone knows your name (and all your business).
All in all, I prefer cities. . . But I have lived in small towns and enjoyed some more than others.
I have just pulled together three of my books with a small town romance theme.
In Plainsong, the heroine is more like me. She resists life in a small town—which is unfortunate, because she has fallen in love with the most romantic many on earth, Joe Knight. Who dislikes the city as much as she likes small towns. It’s a contemporary story.
In Hidden Dreams, Mary Ann Lamont has no idea what small towns are like. She’s a Flapper from New York. But when she’s on the run from the run from the mob, she runs into a truck on the way to Maple Notch. Hidden Dreams is the fourth of my Maple Notch books, set against bootlegging, flappers, and the 1927 flood in Vermont.
After the stock market crash in 1929, a penniless flapper seeks out farm life. You can’t go hungry on a farm! She heads west on an orphan train: To Riches Again.
All three women grew to love life in their small towns.
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Plainsong starts in the big city of Denver
“Do you want to know the way to heaven?” A young man dressed in a suit coat and tie, unexpected on the hot July night, asked people as they surged past him to Coors Field for a night of Colorado Rockies baseball. Before walking on, Joe Knight glanced at the tract with a bright red cross on it.
“You’re not interested in heaven then?” The man’s voice trailed after him.
Joe stopped to explain that he already knew the way to heaven and to wish the evangelist Godspeed, but the man had already turned his attention elsewhere. Joe shook his head as he watched the man approach an attractive young woman. She flicked sweeping blond hair over her shoulder as she accepted the tract and stopped for a minute to talk. Joe took in her long, shapely legs and well-tailored slacks.
Coins jangled nearby, and one of the street bums who cluttered every corner stopped Joe. His sign read homeless vet. please help. How much money had he stashed away during the course of the day? Joe had heard news reports about the scams some of the street people pulled. The woman he had seen before approached, dug in her purse, and tossed in a handful of change.
Joe hesitated then followed her. “Ma’am, I wouldn’t do that again if I were you.”
She turned deep green eyes in his direction. “Excuse me?”
For a moment he forgot what he was saying, and then he found his voice. “That man. He’ll probably just use the money for alcohol or drugs.”
“Or maybe he’ll buy a meal. He could use one. There’s no reason people should go hungry in a rich country like America.” Her eyes clouded.