Endless Chain (Shenandoah Album Series)

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Sam Kinkade is finally feeling at home as a minister in rural Toms Brook, Virginia, content with his life and Shenandoah Valley congregation. But his plans to welcome the area's growing Hispanic community are being met with resistance. Fortunately, when the church–run community center is threatened, a stranger named Elisa Martinez walks through his door and Sam realizes he has found a woman capable of building bridges. Elisa isn't looking to make connections. She has come to Toms Brook to hide. But despite her ...
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Sam Kinkade is finally feeling at home as a minister in rural Toms Brook, Virginia, content with his life and Shenandoah Valley congregation. But his plans to welcome the area's growing Hispanic community are being met with resistance. Fortunately, when the church–run community center is threatened, a stranger named Elisa Martinez walks through his door and Sam realizes he has found a woman capable of building bridges. Elisa isn't looking to make connections. She has come to Toms Brook to hide. But despite her fears of discovery she is enchanted by the beautiful work of—and the friendship offered by—the women who invite her to join their quilting circle. And even though she fears the consequences for both of them, she finds herself powerfully drawn to Sam, and to the generations-old love story rooted in the town's past. Will she and Sam repeat the past, or can they find the love and the freedom they seek at last?
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Publishers Weekly
The backwater town of Toms Brook, Va., again forms the bucolic setting for the second installment in Richards's Shenandoah Album series (Wedding Ring), a densely plotted romance centering on Elisa Martinez, a refugee from Guatemala, and Sam Kinkade, minister of the Shenandoah Community Church. Hiding a dark past, Elisa arrives in Toms Brook seeking the job of church sexton as the community deals with a recent influx of Hispanic immigrants. Not all members of the Shenandoah Community Church welcome the newcomers, but Sam Kinkade spearheads a church-run effort to create "La Casa Amarilla," an educational program for Hispanic children housed in a pre-Civil War house with an incredible history. From the get-go, sparks fly between Elisa and Sam, who is engaged to an Atlanta society belle. Richards weaves numerous subplots around Elisa and Sam's growing love: her escape from political strife in Guatemala, the challenges facing both working class and educated immigrants like Elisa, plus the history of a runaway slave who once hid in La Casa Amarilla's historic building and whose tale parallels Elisa's. Throughout this heartfelt if often implausible novel, the women of the church's quilting bee support Sam's religious calling to make a difference, Elisa's gradual revelation of her past and the couple's blossoming relationship. (July) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
A social activist pastor in rural Virginia finds himself attracted to the mysterious young Latina he has hired as the church sexton as they work to ease tensions between longtime residents and the growing Hispanic community. Graced by diverse, multidimensional characters (including a delightful group of quilters); a poignant, long-ago love story; and Richards's keen understanding of the complexities of church life, this heartwarming, richly layered story realistically and skillfully addresses a number of serious social and political issues. A charming continuation of Richards's "Shenandoah Album" series; the author lives in northern Virginia. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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"(A) heartwarming, richly layered story." -Library Journal, starred review of Endless Chain

"Complex characters, compelling emotions and the healing power of forgiveness-what could be better? I loved this book!"
-New York Times bestselling author Sherryl Woods on One Mountain Away

"Richards pieces together each woman's story as artfully as a quilter creates a quilt, with equally satisfying results, and her characterizations are transcendent, endowed with warmth and compassion."
--Booklist on Wedding Ring

"(Richards) draws these women of different generations together. Richards should've included a special pull-out hanky insert, but readers looking for positive resolutions won't be disappointed."
Publishers Weekly on SISTER'S CHOICE

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781609988265
  • Publisher: Blackstone Audio, Inc.
  • Publication date: 2/14/2012
  • Series: Shenandoah Album Series
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Pages: 12
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 6.00 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Bestselling author Emilie Richards is the author of more than fifty novels, including the 1994 bestselling RITA winner Dragonslayer. Richards has also been nominated three times for Romantic Times Reviewer's Choice Awards and is the recipient of their Career Achievement Award.

Isabel Keating garnered a 2004 Drama Desk Award, Theatre World Award and a 2004 Tony® nomination for her critically acclaimed Broadway performance as Judy Garland in The Boy From Oz. She was awarded the Helen Hayes Award for Best Actress in 2000 for her portrayal of Flora Crewe in Tom Stoppard's Indian Ink.

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Shenandoah Community Church Wednesday Morning Quilting Bee and Social Gathering—August 6th
The meeting was called to order at 9:00 a.m. in the quilters' beehive. Helen Henry suggested (once again) that we change the name of our group to SCC Bee and be done with it. She insists that reading the heading of the minutes takes most of our business session. To please Helen, who lacks patience, we agreed to drop "Morning" from the written notes, beginning next week.
Cathy Adams brought a quilt top for show-and-tell in the Chinese Coin pattern, using oriental prints. (Peony Greenway noted politely that Cathy paid too much for them) We will begin quilting the top after Labor Day, when we hope to be finished with a lap quilt of appliqued Autumn Leaves, which will be a gift for Martha Wisner.
Helen agreed to stay after the bee and help Cathy square up her quilt top so that the finished product won't look like it was quilted by "drunken sailors." Please note the quotation marks. I am only the scribe.
Kate Brogan brought her two youngest children as guests.
After Rory jumped on Cathy's quilt top, Chinese Coins will need all the help Helen can give it. The meeting was adjourned soon after, and those bag lunches that survived Rory's karate demonstrations were shared among the quilters who remained. Sincerely,
Dovey K. Lanning, recording secretary
"So…" Anna Mayhew looked up from one of her tiny, even stitches and wiggled her eyebrows to signal what was to come. "I hear Christine Fletcher—" she punched all the syllables "—is coming for the fundraiser tonight. What do you suppose she'll wear to the party?"
"The heck with what she wears," Dovey Lanning said. "Let's talk about where she's going to sleep."
"There is a child under the quilt frame." For the life of her, Helen Henry couldn't figure out why she had to remind the others. At the moment little Rory Brogan was banging the floor at her feet with a picture book of talking bunnies that his mother had given him to read. Kate Brogan was nothing if not an optimist.
"Rory!" Kate, an attractive thirty-something brunette, vacated her chair and dragged her son out from under the frame. "Go outside and play on the slide. Now."
Rory protested. "I was killing germs. There are a million germs under there!"
"He just learned about germs in preschool camp," Kate apologized. "Knowledge is a dangerous thing."
"These were ninja germs!" Rory insisted.
"I believe I saw those very same ninja germs escaping into the play yard," Anna told him. "And if you don't stop them there, they might get all the way to the road."
Rory's eyes brightened. He had shiny dark hair and eyes that matched. He was a wiry child, one part willfulness, two parts energy, three parts resolve. Today he was wearing a white "gi" and the yellow belt he had earned the previous week in his Tai Kwon Do class.
Helen didn't like children, of course. But she had to admit that this one had spunk.
The silence thrummed once Rory had left for his search-and-destroy mission, and everyone inhaled it gratefully. In the hour since their short business meeting, there had been precious little silence. The "Beehive" in the walkout basement was cramped. Once it had been the nursery, before the church's expanding baby population had been moved into a brand-new wing. Several months ago the quilters had commandeered the tiny room for their own use. It was just wide enough for a quilting frame and several comfortable pieces of furniture along the wall, but it was filled with light from windows overlooking a fenced-in play yard and an expansive parking lot. And it was all theirs.
"I could just stay home," Kate volunteered when they'd all recovered a little. "Until Rory's in school full-time."
"Don't you dare." Cathy Adams patted Kate's shoulder. She was a warmhearted grandmotherly woman, a former insurance agent who was now reaping the benefits of an excellent 401K. Cathy was the least accomplished quilter among them, but she was learning fast.
Peony Greenway cleared her throat. Peony's self-appointed job in the group, and in the church in general, was to smooth out trouble spots. "Rory adds something to the mixture." She paused for effect. "And by the way, on that 'other' subject, I know for a fact Christine will be sleeping at the Inn at Narrow Passage. She has a room reserved through the weekend."
"You called to check?" Dovey asked.
"Of course not!" Peony realized Dovey was teasing and relaxed her spine a millimeter. "Reverend Kinkade mentioned it, that's all. He asked if the inn was a good place for Miss Fletcher to stay."
"So Sam wanted the word to go out that they aren't sleeping together, in case any of us have narrow little minds," Cathy said.
Almost nobody but Peony called the Shenandoah Community Church's present minister Reverend Kinkade. It was hard to imagine their jeans- and T-shirt-clad pastor with a title that formal.
"Narrow minds, Narrow Passage…" Dovey inclined her head toward the door, which was propped open so Rory and his younger sister, Bridget—who was napping in an overstuffed armchair in the corner—could run in and out at will. "Narrowing window of opportunity for gossip."
In the fenced-in play yard, Rory could be heard screeching. Soon he would be back inside to make a full report.
"Sam and Christine have been engaged for years," said Anna, ever the amateur psychologist. "To me, this signals major conflicts in their relationship. Why hasn't he married her?"
Helen thought Anna's logic was mostly wishful thinking. Sam was a charismatic charmer who attracted females the way the trumpet vine against her barn attracted hummingbirds. At forty-four, Anna was at least ten years too old to be a contender, but she still had a crush on the minister. Sometimes Helen wondered if Sam's "engagement" was merely a tool to keep young women in the congregation at arm's length.
"He hasn't married Christine because she doesn't like the country, and she doesn't like us." Dovey leaned over the quilt, stretched taut on a wooden frame, and squinted at a row of stitches.
Satisfied, she looked up. "Christine Fletcher is a hothouse gardenia, and we're a wilted bunch of black-eyed Susans. That's a fact."
"As if this church isn't filled with government retirees who have seen most of the world up close and personal." Cathy fumbled under her chair for the water bottle she always carried and uncapped it for a big swig.
"Maybe so, but those folks came here for the country life and took right to it. Look at you and that husband of yours. Keeping bees, goats…whatever else do you have?"
"Last I heard, Alf was looking for a couple of alpacas." Cathy capped her water bottle. "Pretty soon I'll be scared to go out my own door."
"Was a time not so many years ago in these parts that farming was deadly serious." Helen looked up from her perfect line of stitches. "And nobody was from anywhere else."
"Must have been pretty boring," Cathy said.
Helen humphed, but she supposed not all the changes in Toms Brook, Virginia, were bad ones.
"Back…to…Christine!" Dovey shook her head in disgust. "I swear, this group leaves a subject faster than a hawk swoops off a tree limb."
Peony glared at her. "What else do you want us to say?"
"Is Sam going to make an honest woman out of Christine or not? And if he ever does, will the two of them be leaving for the big city? Because I don't think Miss Christine Fletcher sees herself as a country pastor's wife."
"Can you see Miss Christine Fletcher playing the organ or teaching Sunday school?" Anna laughed.
"Well, we need a new sexton," Dovey said. "There's dust everywhere. Maybe she scrubs floors?"
Rory chose that moment to streak through the doorway and into the room, skidding to a halt at his mother's side. The accompanying war whoops woke Bridget, whose whimpers escalated with his shouts.
"Ninjas!" He grabbed Kate's arm and tugged. "Ninjas! I saw 'em!"
Kate disengaged herself, then turned and put her hands on her son's shoulders. "You woke up your sister, Rory. How many times have I told you not to shout?"
"Ninjas!" To his credit, the excited little boy tried to lower his voice, but he danced from foot to foot. "A whole truck of ninjas. Two trucks. All dressed in black. They're coming back!"
"The trucks were dressed in black? Or the ninjas?" Cathy teased.
Rory's excitement gave way to a frown. "I don't think I can fight 'em all."
"Just take them one at a time," Helen advised. "Tell the others to wait their turn."
That seemed to make sense to the little boy. He wriggled out of his mother's grasp and turned back to the play yard. In an instant he had disappeared again.
"When he wins the Academy Award, we'll all say we knew him when," Cathy said.
"At least he's never bored." Kate got up to rescue Bridget, who stopped whimpering immediately and rested her curly head against her mother's shoulder. "Maybe I'd better call it a day. I'm not going to get anything else accomplished. Maybe I can get a sitter next week and stay longer."
Helen rose and stretched a moment. At eighty-three, she was too old to sit in one position for long without turning to stone. "Quilt's almost done. Martha will like it. Darn shame her mind is going, but at least she still remembers most of us."
The lap quilt, with appliqued leaves in autumn colors, was to be a gift for Martha Wisner, who had been the church secretary for many years. She had moved into an assisted living facility several years before and was now in the nursing home wing. Martha's memory was slipping fast, but whatever form of dementia she suffered, she did not seem unhappy. She was always glad to see visitors, whether she remembered them or not. The quilters had chosen the pattern because Martha had loved fall in their Shenandoah Valley. Helen had hand appli-qued the top as a reminder of better times.
"If we stay another hour, we can get it finished, then Helen can take it home and bind it," Anna said. "Unless you want me to do that?"
Helen shook her head. Everybody knew Anna had no color sense. Her stitches were even, points matched perfectly, blocks were square. But Anna's fabric choices were legendary. Helen was afraid if Anna picked out a binding, the earth-toned leaves would forever be rimmed in shocking pink.
"No, I'll do it," she said. "You're planning to go to that silly Mexican fiesta tonight, aren't you? I've got nothing but time these days."
This time everybody turned to stare at Rory, who was jumping up and down in the doorway. Before Kate could shush him, there was a crash from the front of the church. The women looked at each other; then, as one, they hurried to the windows overlooking the broad expanse of parking lot that led to Old Miller Road in front of the church.
Teenagers were pouring out of two pickups that were parked within inches of each other. One of the trucks was nose first against an ancient sycamore that anchored the lot. Helen hoped the trucks had collided with each other and not with the tree. As she watched, a group of three boys, dressed in dark jeans and dark T-shirts, started toward the new sign the congregation had erected and blessed that very Sunday, a sign that had already caused its share of controversy within the church community.
One of the boys took a playful swing at the other, dodging and feinting with apparent good spirits. But high spirits or not, Helen didn't think they were up to any good. They were quickly joined by a fourth boy. That one was carrying a sledgehammer.
"We'd better stop them," she said. She turned and found her path blocked by a small athletic body.
"Nin-jas!" Rory singsonged. "I—told—you!"
Elisa Martinez was as accustomed to walking miles every day as she was to the sound of her new name. Weeks passed when the reality of her present life seemed to be the only reality she had ever known. Her legs were strong, and no matter how far she had to walk, she was seldom winded. The name flowed off her tongue, as if she had been born to it.
This morning, though, she was tired and growing discouraged. The Shenandoah Community Church sat on a country road as muddy as it was long. As she had walked Old Miller's length, she'd skirted so many ditches and puddles she'd probably traveled an extra mile. She had been warned that the previous summer had been dusty and dry, and she should be glad for the rain. She understood rain well enough, but she was learning firsthand the perils of a personal relationship with it.
This morning the air was oppressively humid in preparation for a new storm. The sun was directly overhead, peeking out from coalescing clouds just frequently enough to taunt her. She could see her immediate future. First she would bake, then she would drown. There was little chance she could hike back home from her interview in time to miss the downpour, and she had little protection except a lightweight plastic poncho she carried in a small backpack that doubled as a purse. If the rain started soon, she hoped the church pastor would let her stay inside until the worst of it ended. If it ended.
From the top of the last hill she had glimpsed a steeple, and she knew she was nearly at her destination. She had spent most of the walk trying on "Elisas" for this interview. The stakes were too high to give this less than her best. She needed this job. She could not thank a God she no longer believed in for making it available, but she was grateful that coincidence had gone her way. Now if this brief streak of luck would simply hold.
She reviewed her credentials. She was slight, but she was strong. That would be important to show. She must not appear over- or under-qualified. She must seem accessible, but not chatty. Intelligent and resourceful, but not above menial labor. Interested in the church, but never nosy.
She needed to explain that she would willingly work long or late hours without sounding desperate or pushy.
She needed to tell as much of the truth about herself as she could, so that she would not be tripped up in her own lies.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2006

    Couldn't put it down

    Emilie has a great way of bringing the reader into the story and you feel like you have lived in this same community, go the same church and know everyone's name and family. I loved the fact that Sam and Elisa found each other and he was so in love he stood beside her no matter what.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    An intriguing community drama

    In Toms Brook, Virginia, Minister Sam Kinkade enjoys working with the congregation of the Shenandoah Valley Community Church until his programs to help the growing Latino population adjust runs into strong opposition including nasty vandalism. On the plus side he hires Elisa Martinez to serve as liaison between the communities that Sam represents................ Though engaged to a social climber, Sam is intrigued by Elisa who remains a mystery but is terrific as a sexton. Unbeknownst to Sam, Elise is on the run changing locations, jobs, and names often so as to hide her identity and insuring she stays detached. However, first the congregation¿s quilting circle, then the rest of the members and finally Sam have gotten inside her heart so that this time vanishing into the night will leave her scarred forever with memories of what could have been if only. However, as she lingers, Elise¿ past arrives in town forcing decisions by one and all.................... ENDLESS CHAIN is an intriguing community drama that will have the audience wondering what or who is Elisa running from and what will happen to her and her beloved Sam when the past catches up to her. This work is inspirational although the well written story line does not offer miracle clean ups but provides a miraculous tale of redemption, and second chances with a congregation coming together with the nurturing healing of love, which is the miracle. Emilie Richards provides her audience with a beautiful and wonderful character driven contemporary romance............... Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2012

    Great author!

    Love the quilt series!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2012

    Place to communticate with ancestors (the tribe of endless hunting)

    This is the cave of pointed stones. Where the tribe of whistling wind communicates with its ancestors, the tribe of endless hunting.~ Falcon that hunts at dawn

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  • Posted July 25, 2009

    endless chain

    loved the book. easy reading and part of a series. have read all the series.

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