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Before Audrey was the baker's wife, she was the pastor's wife.

Then a scandalous lie cost her husband a pastoral career. Now the two work side-by-side running a bakery, serving coffee, and baking fresh bread. But the hurt still pulls at Audrey.

Driving early one morning to the bakery, Audrey's car strikes something—or someone—at a fog-shrouded intersection. She finds a motor scooter belonging to a local ...

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Before Audrey was the baker's wife, she was the pastor's wife.

Then a scandalous lie cost her husband a pastoral career. Now the two work side-by-side running a bakery, serving coffee, and baking fresh bread. But the hurt still pulls at Audrey.

Driving early one morning to the bakery, Audrey's car strikes something—or someone—at a fog-shrouded intersection. She finds a motor scooter belonging to a local teacher. Blood is everywhere, but there's no trace of a body.

Both the scooter and the blood belong to detective Jack Mansfield's wife, and he's certain that Audrey is behind Julie's disappearance.

But the case dead-ends and the detective spirals into madness. When he takes her family and some patrons hostage at the bakery, Audrey is left with a soul-damaged ex-con and a cynical teen to solve the mystery. And she'll never manage thatunless she taps into something she would rather leave behind—her excruciating ability to feel other's pain.

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Reverend Geoff Bofinger lost his congregation when Sergeant Jack Mansfield exposed a scandal at his church. With the hope of making a fresh start and restoring their family's good name, Geoff and his wife, Audrey, purchase a failing bakery business. One morning while driving to work, Audrey has a collision and gets out of her car to discover she has hit a scooter. Though the scooter is bloody, there is no victim to be found. The missing victim turns out to be none other than the wife of the sergeant responsible for Geoff's loss of credibility within the church. Jack is convinced that the Bofingers are to blame for his wife's disappearance, but he is unable to prove it. Frustrated, he takes the bakery hostage and issues Audrey an ultimatum: return his wife within six hours, or lose her husband. VERDICT A tightly woven, character-driven suspense story. Healy collaborated on several titles with Ted Dekker (Kiss; Burn), and this should appeal to Dekker fans as well.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781595547521
  • Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
  • Publication date: 10/4/2011
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 342,895
  • Product dimensions: 8.38 (w) x 5.58 (h) x 0.96 (d)

Meet the Author

Erin Healy is the bestselling coauthor of Burn and Kiss (with Ted Dekker) and an award-winning editor for many bestselling authors. She owns WordWright Editorial Services, a consulting firm specializing in fiction book development. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and Academy of Christian Editors. Her novels include such thrilling stories as Never Let You Go, The Baker’s Wife, and Stranger Things. She and her family live in Colorado.

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Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2011 Erin Healy
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ISBN: 978-1-4016-8655-0

Chapter One


The day Audrey took a loaf of homemade rosemary-potato bread to Cora Jean hall was the day the fog broke and made way for spring. Audrey threw open the curtains closest to the dying woman's bedside, glad for the sunshine after months of gray light.

Audrey moved quietly down the hall into the one-man kitchen, where she sliced the bread into toast, brewed tea, then leaned out of the cramped space to offer some to Cora Jean's husband, Harlan. He refused her without thanks and without looking up from his forceful tinkering with an old two-way radio. Over the past month, his collection of CBs and receivers had overtaken the small living room. His grieving had started long ago and was presently in the angry stage. Clearly, he loved his wife. The retired pharmacist dispensed her medications with faithful precision but didn't seem to know what else to do. If not for the radios, Audrey believed, he might have wandered the house helplessly and transformed from smoldering to explosive.

As Audrey arranged the snack on a tray, one of her earrings slipped out of her lobe and clattered onto a saucer, just missing the hot tea. She rarely wore this pair because one or the other was always falling out, but Cora Jean liked the dangling hearts with a rose in the middle of each. The inexpensive jewelry had been a gift to the women of the church on Mother's Day last year.

She put the earring back in her ear, then carried the tray to Cora Jean's room, settled onto an old dining room chair by the bed, and steered their conversation toward happy topics.

Cora Jean was dying of pancreatic cancer, the cancer best known for being unsurvivable. Audrey sat with the woman in the late stages of her illness for many reasons: because she believed that people who suffered shouldn't be left alone; because she was a pastor's wife and embraced this privilege that came with the role; because Cora Jean reminded Audrey of her own beloved mother.

She also went to the woman's home because she couldn't not go. In the most physical, literal sense, Audrey was regularly guided there, directed by an unseen arm, weighty and warm, that encircled her shoulders and turned her body toward the halls' house every week or so. A voice audible only to her own ears would whisper, Please don't leave me alone today. It was no pitiful sound, and Audrey never resented it, though from time to time it surprised her. In these moments she thought, though she had never dared to try it, that if she applied her foot to the gas pedal and took her hands off the wheel, her car would take her wherever God wanted her to be.

This five-years familiar experience had not always involved Cora Jean, but others like her, so Audrey had long since stopped questioning how it happened. The why of it was clear enough: Audrey was called by God to be a comforter, and she was glad for the job.

Audrey had a knack for helping people in any circumstance to look toward the brightness of life—not the silver lining of their own dark cloud, which often didn't exist—but to the light of the World, which could be seen by anyone willing to look for it. In Cora Jean's case this meant not dwelling too long on the details of her prognosis, but in reading aloud beautiful, hopeful, complex poetry, especially the Psalms and the Brownings and Franz Wright. It meant watering the plants (which harlan ignored) and offering to warm a meal for him before she left. It meant giving candid answers to Cora Jean's many-layered questions about Audrey's personal faith—in particular, about sin and forgiveness and justice.

And about the problem of so much suffering in a world governed by a "good" God. Cora Jean seemed preoccupied with this particular question, and her focus seemed to be connected to the yellowed family portrait hanging on the wall opposite the bed.

There were two brunette girls in the thirty-year-old picture. Audrey judged the age by Cora Jean's bug-eyed plastic-framed glasses, Harlan's rust-colored corduroy blazer, and the children's Dorothy Hamill hairstyles. Audrey had a similarly aged childhood portrait of herself with her parents. She guessed the daughters to be nine, maybe ten, and they appeared to be twins, though one of them was considerably chubbier than the other.

A pendant on a large-link silver chain hung from the upper left corner of the cheap wood frame. The pendant was also silver, crudely hammered into a flat circle, like a washer, that framed a small translucent rock. Audrey suspected it to be an uncut diamond.

It would be rude to ask whether she was right about the stone, but on the day the fog broke and the sun brought a wispy smile to Cora Jean's pale face, Audrey decided to ask about the portrait she often stared at.

Audrey lifted her teacup to her lips and blew off the steam. "Tell me about your family," she said gently, indicating the picture with her eyes.

Cora Jean's smile crumpled, and the soft wrinkles of her skin became a riverbed for tears.

Audrey wished she hadn't said anything. Meaning to apologize for having heaped some kind of emotional ache on top of the cancer's pain, she returned her sloshing teacup to the tray, then reached out and placed her hands on top of Cora Jean's, which were clutching the sheets.

That was the second unfortunate choice Audrey made that day, with a third yet to occur before the sun set. The woman's sorrow—if it could be thought of as something chemical—entered Audrey's fingertips, burning the pads of her fingers, the joints of her knuckles, her wrists. The flaming liquid pain seeped up her arms, searing as it went: elbows, shoulders, collarbone. And then the poison found her spine, an aqueduct that delivered breath taking hurt to every nerve in Audrey's body. She yelped involuntarily. here was a sensation that she had never experienced.

She wished that she could save the dying woman from the terror. She also wished that she had never dipped her toe into these hellish waters.

The pain bowed her over Cora Jean's fragile body, a posture at once protective and impotent, and paralyzed Audrey. The women cried together until every last drop of the agony had let itself out of Audrey's eyes.

In time Cora Jean said, "Thank you for understanding," and fell asleep, exhausted.

Audrey, who understood not a bit of what had transpired, said nothing. She tuned the radio to Cora Jean's favorite classical station, then waited, agitated and restless, for the hospice nurse to arrive.

* * *

Audrey stumbled out of the house, forgetting to give Harlan a polite good-bye. She stood on the square front stoop, stunned and spent and a little bit frightened, and leaned against the closed screen door for a long minute. She fiddled absentmindedly with one of her rose-in-a-heart earrings.

She began to wonder if she wasn't as well-suited for her divine calling as she had once thought. Surely sitting with a person through suffering didn't mean sharing the pain like that, experiencing it firsthand. How had it happened? she wasn't sure. She wasn't sure of anything except that she would prefer to avoid that kind of intensity in the future. She would do what she was able to do, and there was no point in feeling guilty about her shortcomings, if guilt was the right name for this emotion.

Audrey sighed and finally walked off the halls' stoop and across the lawn. Cora Jean's windows weren't the only ones opened that day. Because the fog was gone, others in the working-class neighborhood had raised sashes to lure cleansing breezes into their homes. This is what Audrey would later blame for her third poor choice of the day.

Wide oaks offered shade on both sides of the street. The separation from the sun would be a gift from God come summertime, when the air was too tired to stir even a single leaf in any of the towering eucalyptus trees.

The fleeting question of whether Cora Jean would be alive then passed through Audrey's mind. She kicked it out of her consciousness, still feeling raw and drained. She moved toward her car, wanting to go home and find answers in her sleep.

When she stepped off the curb to round her parked car and climb into the driver's seat, she felt the atmosphere move. Invisible but solid, thick air stepped in front of her like a large man who intended to hijack her car or snatch her purse. Her keys, hanging from her fingertips, jangled as if she'd struck something. She steadied herself with one hand on the hood of the car, bracing her surprise. She had never experienced this "leading," as she called it, so close to another event. The effects would either pass shortly or lead her onward.

Heat like a strong arm snaked across the back of her shoulders. Audrey stepped forward to get out from under the weight. The move was reflexive, a whole-body flinch that sent her right into the invisible obstacle again. This time she was met with pressure, square and flaming over her sternum, and a crushing pain went straight to her heart. The grip on her shoulders squeezed, keeping her upright where she couldn't escape the wounding.

The hurt was blunt and weighty, a pestle grinding in a mortar. Audrey's lips parted and flattened, stretching out like a cry, but no sound came out of her mouth. The skin around her nose and eyes bunched up until she couldn't see, but there were no tears. She folded at the waist, her body bending over the car just as she had drooped over Cora Jean. This connection was unwelcome, and Audrey resisted it.

The arm let her sag, all but dropped her, and she lowered her forehead onto the hood. The drill into her heart kept turning, creating a whining noise that grew louder in her own ears until it drowned out everything else on the street. No birds, no cars, no children playing on lawns or in driveways.

And then the violence stopped. The body of heat released her, and Audrey found herself breathing heavily and wondering if anyone had witnessed her bizarre behavior. Her head pounded, every blood vessel in it taxed as if she'd been wailing for hours. Audrey rested her cheek on the smooth shell of the hood and waited for her heart and lungs to find their rhythms again.

The sound of real sobbing reached her then.

Cora Jean? Audrey jerked away from the car, looking, her breathing still deep and quick. The earth tipped, then leveled out again. The muscles at the base of her neck were painful knots.

After three or four seconds she stepped back onto the curb and crossed the grassy easement to the sidewalk. The noise wasn't coming from the Halls' house but from somewhere down the street. She started walking, hesitant to follow the heartache, unable to do anything else.

The terrible sound pulled her toward one of the neighborhood's nicer homes, a single-story brick house with an attached garage. The cries came from an open window at the front of the house. Audrey stepped off the sidewalk and cut directly across the lawn, getting as close to the window as the bordering juniper hedge allowed. The dirt underfoot was still soft from the rain that had escorted in winter's final batch of fog. a sheer curtain in the window blocked her view of anyone on the other side.

"Hello?" she raised her voice. "Hello? Are you okay?"

Abrupt silence answered her.

"I'm sorry to intrude, but do you need help?"

The house in front of her was as still as her own when her husband and son were out. Audrey waited.

"Are you injured?"

She understood that she might be facing a delicate situation in which her confident desire to help someone could cause more problems than allowing that someone some privacy. But in her view, it was worse to be lonely than to be embarrassed by a good samaritan—and even worse for her to disobey God's clear direction—so she decided to persist at least until the person told her to stop.

"Maybe there's someone I can call for you?" she offered.

"I know how to use a phone." It was likely that the female speaker was the same one who had been crying. Her N sounds were nasal and stuffy. But the tone was far more irritated than grieved. As a pastor's wife, Audrey understood the fine line between the two emotions.

"Of course you do," Audrey said gently. "But sometimes it helps to assign tasks to other people. Take a load off your own shoulders."

At the edge of the elevated windowpane, the curtain flickered.

"You're trespassing."

Audrey's defenses went up. Her compassion had been rejected on many occasions, but never beaten back with accusations.

"That's true, I am. I'm sorry, but I ..." She had yet to land on an easy explanation for the experiences that led her to other people. Geoff 's position as a church leader required that Audrey's choice of words—and confidants—be discreet. Anyone who thought she was outside of God's will, or heretical or occult or misguided or just plain loony, would frown on her husband too. Even so, Audrey believed people deserved simple, no-frills truth. The world was so full of deceptive spin that most days she worried it might gyrate right out of orbit.

"I just sensed you could use a friend right now. My name's Audrey and I go to Grace springs Church. My husband's the pastor there. Maybe you've heard of it? Doesn't matter, I'm not trying to recruit anyone. Anyway, do you like fresh bread? Geoff and I bake bread as a hobby, to give it away. I'd like to give you a loaf. I have some with me in my car because I was visiting one of your neighbors before I heard you crying. I'm parked right down—"

A door slammed inside the house and the curtain rose, then sank.

Audrey waited for a minute while the juniper leaves tickled the legs of her jeans. Sometimes people came back. Sometimes they wanted relief so badly that they didn't care if it was offered by a total stranger.

But not this time.

Audrey left the yard, returned to the sidewalk, and started walking back toward her car, thinking about the woman inside the house. She passed the mailbox on her left, and her thoughts were interrupted. Her feet took her backward two steps, and she took another look at the side of the black metal receptacle. The name MANSFIELD was applied to the box with rectangular stickers, black block letters on a gold background.

Mansfield. As in Jack Mansfield, the church elder? she glanced at the house number. She'd have to check the church directory. Mrs. Mansfield, Jack's wife, was a math teacher at her son's high school. Ed had her for geometry his sophomore year.

Audrey resumed walking, trying to bring up the woman's face. They'd met once, at a school event. Mrs. Mansfield refused to attend church with Jack, and Audrey had understood this reality to be a tender bruise on the elder's heart, maybe even on his ego.

Julie. Her name was Julie. And their daughter's name was Miralee, which was easier for Audrey to remember because until last week, the start of spring break, her son had dated the girl for a brief time.

If that had been Miralee crying, her refusal to come out was completely understandable. And Audrey was a fool not to have realized where she was. She still wasn't sure if the kids' breakup had been Ed's call or Miralee's. Audrey's nineteen-year-old had been so strangely tight-lipped that she assumed Miralee had broken things off. Secretly, Audrey wasn't sad to see that relationship end, though she hated that ed was in pain. Now, after being subjected to the sounds of the broken heart in that house, she wondered if her assumptions had been wrong.

The thought passed through her mind that she should go back, knock on the front door like a respectable friend, apologize, and get to the bottom of things. Fix what Ed had broken, if necessary, though Ed wasn't prone to breaking very many things in life. He was a good boy. A careful boy. Man now.

Audrey looked back at the redbrick house.

A flash of light, a phantom sensation of liquid fire tearing through her body, prevented her from returning to the Mansfields' property. She had no desire to press Miralee for details of the heartbreak. Especially not after the girl had refused.

She had done what God asked of her. This excuse propelled her back toward her car, the sunny air rich with the scent of rosemary-potato bread pushing against her face.


Excerpted from THE BAKER'S WIFE by ERIN HEALY Copyright © 2011 by Erin Healy. Excerpted by permission of Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2012

    Great Read, very enjoyable!

    I really enjoyed this novel. Read a great deal of it in the car on the way to the beach. The characters were complex and likable. Everyone had a history and there were surprises all along the way. There is a Christian aspect to the story but the author is not preachy at all. I loved the main character and I really loved her relationship with her husband. Their bake shop is a ministry and it is a place of healing and redemption. Overall, the story is good and all the stories tie together. I will check out Healy's other novels. This would make a great book club choice!

    11 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    It was hard to put down. Loved this book.

    6 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2012


    Great read. Lots and lots of drama. Strong characters that expertly matched the plot and story line. This author really gave me an insight into the characters lives. Each one had their own personal agony to deal with. It was what kept me turning the pages. Jack's character was hard to deal with, because of his fanatic religious beliefs. It was so imbedded in his mind that it destroyed the lives of people he thought he loved.

    Buy this book, read this story, you will not regret it.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 1, 2012

    As I began reading the first several chapters I found myself won

    As I began reading the first several chapters I found myself wondering if I even wanted to continue with the story, the overuse of adjectives was a little much to say the least. However, I did find myself intrigued by the mystery. This story has an odd mix of genres; Christian fiction, Mystery, Paranormal, Romance. What?....Yes, that was my thought exactly. It felt as though the author was trying to cram everything into this one novel and the paranormal aspect was just a little to far fetched.

    To be fair, there were a lot of faith based issues that were covered and would make for a great book club discussion; sin, righteousness, abortion, emotional abuse, love, God's forgiveness and unconditional love. I did like the mystery/suspense to the story and continued turning the page for that alone.

    All in all it was just okay for me. Oh well, back to my library shelf.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 5, 2012

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    I thought the book was okay, it was very slow reading for me. I just did not understand what the main character, Audrey, was always feeling or sensing? Did her baking bread compare to Jesus with the story of the loaves and fishes? I have no idea....Like I said, it was a very slow read for me; like all of the bread Audrey baked, slow rising !

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 5, 2012


    Looked much better than it was. Would not waste my money on another of her books.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2012


    This is the strangest book i have ever read. Cant believe it got high ratings. Didnt like it. Way out there.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2014

    Enjoyable read

    I wasn't sure what to expect so was pleasantly surprised. Kept my interest and would recommend.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2012

    Good Read

    An easy read with a lot of topics good for a book club discussion.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2012

    Pretty good...until the end.

    I was really into this book. I liked the characters, and the plot was suspenseful. I liked the writing style and the different points of view. I had a hard time putting it down. Then, the big reveal happened and I was very disappointed. I don't want to give anything away, but I was definitely expecting a much more exciting ending. I literally said, "That's it?!" I kind of felt cheated. Not happy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2012

    Not a page turner

    I did jot care for this book at all. It was very repeatitive and by th eend i had the whole thing figured out.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2012

    Great Read!

    Really enjoyed this book. Great recommend.

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  • Posted June 18, 2012

    Not recommended

    I finished rdg. this bk. but it was a chore. seemed very disjointed to me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2012

    Character development weak.

    While the story was good enough to keep me reading, I could not engage with the characters. They lacked the character depth needed to make the story believable.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2012


    Thoroughly enjoyed this book. From the beginning, I was hooked and couldn't put it down until I finished. This book is definitely staying in my Nook to read over and over again!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2012

    The book is more of a religious book than a mystery. I really di

    The book is more of a religious book than a mystery. I really didn't like the plot and I'm not sure about Audrey's spiritual connection with Julie since she did not know her. Not saying that it cannot happen but it was not believable to me and the writer went a little far in my opinion. I finished the book but grew tired of it. I just wanted the last 25 pages to be over. I got the book for free or only paid a small amount. If I had paid 9.99 I would have been very disappointed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    I enjoyed the many twists and turns this book took. I started it on a long flight across country. Once I reached my destination rather than sleep I had to finish the book. Reading on the Nook was easy on the plane. No worry about the lights from the cabin. But back to the book! It had many storylines and made one stop and think about their own life and how what one person does, right or wrong, can impact so many lives.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 6, 2012

    Great read,not what you probably expect

    This was an interesting book,it was a little hard to follow to begin with,but got really good near the middle. Their is this element of other wordliness as the Bakers wife is an empath and bakes bread for people she fell needs help

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  • Posted June 6, 2012

    Good beach read

    Enjoyable, easy read and engaging story. Some of the characters coould have been developed a bit more and, by the end, began to feel like charicatures. However, the plot twists keep you guessing and you do want the heroes, both the flawed and the overly perfect, to succeed.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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