Not a Word
Published by Smashwords Edition
Publication Date June 1, 2013
Genres: Christian Fiction, Clean Romance
Setting: Indiana Contemporary
Main Character Ages: 18-24, 25-34
Written for: Adults
"I’m saying that I’m not going to trash someone else’s reputation in a futile attempt to restore mine. Everyone would believe her. Why shouldn’t they? It’s probably the only lie she’s ever told in her life. Just happens to be the lie that ruined mine."
Words have power. Add a solid reputation behind those words, and they have the power to destroy.
It began with a lie.
Mac’s life changed irrevocably with a false accusation. Blissfully unaware of the carnage she left behind when she moved from Brant’s Corners, Savannah Forrester is back and when Mac sees her at church–with a boy–he wants answers.
For eight years he’s lived under the cloud of her accusations–without defending himself. He kept her secret. He endured the shame and the life-altering consequences.
Savannah can set the record straight. Mac says no. The ultimate question remains: what is best for Rory.
And who is Rory really?
This is me reading the book:
Aww – he is so sweet (cue romantic music, birds singing)
Oh! She likes him too! Sigh…
Huh? What is she thinking? Wait! What? No Savvy!!
Oh, that is scary. What will she do now?
???!!!!!! (screech of needle on record as the music abruptly stops, birds go silent)
No no no no no no no no no no no!!!!!!!!! I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. How could she have done that?????
And that is just the first 25% of the story!
What might you be driven to do because of fear of what people will think of you? To cover your sin? What would you do if you were slandered by someone you love?
Chautona Havig’s books tend to be uncomfortable. They shine a light on the corners of your heart where you keep dark things hidden. Or dig at a wound that hasn’t quite healed over. Not with the intention of hurting you, but to allow healing to take place.
Not a Word does exactly that. It is a compelling story that has you cringing, smiling, snickering, sighing and thinking. With beautiful Spiritual truths shared in a compelling way, this story is possibly my very favorite of all books by this author. I really like Luke in the “Aggie” books, but seeing him here in this way, being a friend to the
piranha, um, I mean pariah (read the story!), the way he is so thoughtful before speaking, and the way he doesn’t push in Spiritual matters just made me appreciate him all the more.
Of course, my favorite character in the book is Rory. Few authors create children characters like this author does. Rory is six and is feisty, funny and vulnerable. He will steal your heart! And then there is Mac. He is a broken hero who knows how to love in ways that not many do.
This was my second time reading this book. I think I loved it even more than the first time.
If you are looking for a romance book that is all about steamy kisses and sweet nothings shared, this is not the book for you. Though this is a love story, it is all about the relationships.
This book is not part of a series, but it does take place in the world that this author has created, the Greater Rockland area, and so there are characters who appear here from other stories she has written. There is no need to read the other books first, but if you felt so inclined, you might want to read the first three Aggie’s Inheritance books before this one.
There is a more mature topic in the story, but I wouldn’t hesitate to let my older teenaged niece read it.
He hesitated again, twirling his keys on his index finger as he sat lost in thought. Stupid. They’d kick you out anyway.
He started the ignition and snapped it off again. Fight fire with fire. Fingers gripped the door handle. They’ll kick you out… Mac let go. A slow smile spread over his face and he jerked the door open. They’re supposed to want sinners in there. Well, here’s the town sinner. Deal.
As he shuffled toward the doors, he pulled out his phone. 11:09. The sign beside the door said “Worship” began at eleven. Late too. Cool.
The door didn’t creak as he opened it. The little vestibule had double swinging doors with glass windows in them. Mac peeked through the windows and saw a seat at the back corner. Easy in. Easy out.
The man up front—Mac didn’t recognize him—began to pray. Heads all over the church dropped once the man addressed the Almighty. The door opened behind him. As he glanced over his shoulder, Mac groaned. Markenson. The man hated him.
“You going in?”
Mac shrugged and whispered back, “Maybe.”
“What’s stopping you?” “Guy’s praying.” What’s stopping you? Gonna arrest me for desecrating holy grounds?
Deputy Markenson glanced through the glass. “Good move.”
The prayer ended and the deputy reached for the door handle. “Coming in?”
Mac hesitated and then asked, “Should I?”
“Sure.” “Would you if you were me?”
Markenson pulled the door open. “Probably not.”
Mac nodded. “Ok. Lead the way.”