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By Nancy Herriman
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San Francisco, California June 1882
"In this town, Sarah Jane, a man's worth is calculated in dollars and cents. Measured by what he has to show for himself ..."
Sarah Whittier clasped her hat against the stiff summer wind and stared up at the four-story building on Montgomery Street, the soaring stone facade and row upon row of arched windows impressive, daunting. Worth a great deal of dollars and cents—a concrete manifestation of Josiah Cady's oft-repeated saying. Sarah refused, however, to be intimidated by the carved limestone and the windows reflecting the fog-laced California sky. Even though, before Josiah left her a house and a chance, she had once been worth not much more than a plugged nickel.
Sarah sucked in a breath, as deep as her corset would allow, and returned her gaze to the real estate agency's front door, housed smack-dab in the middle of the courses of gleaming stone. This morning marked the third time she'd come by. Mr. Pomroy would be unhappy to see her again, but she had to secure the lease on the Sansome Street storefront. It was the perfect space for her design studio, and she had promised the girls she would get that lease no matter what. For them, she would work until she dropped and defy the most stubborn man she'd met in California. Opening the shop so each of the girls could have a real chance at a decent future had become her mission. Her sole purpose: to take care of them. They were her family now, after the one she'd been born into had tossed her onto the street.
Mistakes—her terrible mistakes—had proven awfully hard to forgive.
"You goin' in?" A man from the adjacent business, an insurance agency, had come on to the sidewalk to smirk at her. "Or you just gonna stand there and stare at the front door?"
Sarah gave him a tight-lipped smile. "I am going in." Not that it is any of your business what I do.
His smirk broadened. "I've found applying your hand to the doorknob helps."
"Thanks ever so much."
The glass in the door rattled when she closed it firmly behind her, drawing a scowl from one of the clerks occupying the front office of Pomroy Real Estate Associates.
"Miss Whittier." He squinted, his long nose crinkling. "Come to see Mr. Pomroy again?"
The low hum of male voices swelled and chair casters squealed as the men turned to stare, abandoning any pretense of working. Cigarettes smoldered forgotten in fingers; fountain pens halted mid-sentence; ledger pages ceased being flipped. The sandy-blond fellow perched on a stool near the tall windows—if she continued to come here daily, she'd probably learn his name and everyone else's—elbowed the man seated at his left. They guffawed loud enough for Sarah to hear. She ignored them.
"I have an eleven o'clock appointment," she said.
The clerk with the long nose consulted the logbook atop his desk. "Somehow, you do."
"Miss Whittier." Ambrose Pomroy's voice boomed. He strode through the crowded real estate office, weaving his way between the cluttered desks arrayed like rows of produce wagons at a country market, jostling for prime space. "Here you are once more."
He made her arrival sound like a visitation of the plague.
"I've secured a loan from Mr. Theodore Samuelson. For five hundred dollars." She showed him the note from Lottie's father that had delivered the news. Charlotte Samuelson—excellent business partner, better friend—had come through as promised. "And more importantly, I finally have a buyer interested in the property in Placerville that Josiah left to me. It will provide plenty of cash to cover my business expenses for several months."
Mr. Pomroy inspected the letter and then folded his arms. He had the air of a man who was used to assessing, and right then he was assessing her. "You have been hard at work."
"You said you needed me to provide proof that my studio will have a sound footing, and I have."
"What you should have done, Miss Whittier, is obtain a partner with experience managing a business." Mr. Pomroy punctuated his statement with an arch of his graying right eyebrow. "That store space is a valuable piece of property. I want the right tenant."
"I am the right tenant."
"You are a potential tenant. Whether or not you are the right tenant remains to be determined."
"Mr. Pomroy," she said, fixing him with the steely gaze she had taught herself after hours practicing in front of a mirror, "you seem to be under the impression I am going to leave this office today without a rental contract. Well, I can tell you this time I—"
He didn't wait for the rest of Sarah's sentence. Mr. Pomroy turned on his heel and marched back the way he'd come. Sarah set her chin and chased after him, her half boots tattooing a beat on the polished oak floor.
"Mr. Pomroy," she called, clutching at the skirts of her striped amber twill dress to keep from tripping on the hem, "you must listen to me."
He serpentined between stools and trash cans and an errant filing cabinet, the tail of his frock coat flapping against his legs. "I have listened."
"I am not going to give up today. I promise you."
A clerk sniggered openly as Sarah passed, affirming that she looked ridiculous, pursuing Mr. Pomroy like a street urchin.
"Turner, back to work," Mr. Pomroy snapped at the man. "We are trying to make money here, not offer commentary on our clients."
Sarah's bustle brushed against the side of a desk, scattering papers and causing another of Mr. Pomroy's employees to grumble a complaint about women and their proper place. "Might we discuss this matter in private?" she asked. Might we sit down?
"A private discussion will not reduce my concerns about your business venture." He paused in an aisle and leaned close to emphasize his point, near enough that she could smell the lemon-clove astringency of mouthwash on his breath. "A custom artwork studio run by immigrant women? What do illiterate seamstresses and coarse factory girls know about operating a lithograph press or coloring photographs, balancing the books?"
"As I explained yesterday, they will know everything they need to know by the time I have finished training them. They all possess the necessary talent or else I wouldn't have taken them on. I'm satisfied we'll be successful."
"Be honest with yourself, Miss Whittier," he said bluntly. "Your enterprise is more of a charity than a business. If you are so keen to have a job, then teach young ladies—ones able to pay a fee—how to paint. A more genteel and respectable occupation than this folly."
"Mr. Samuelson and the others"—she wished there were more than one or two "others" but she wouldn't mention that now—"who have offered to support my shop don't seem to think my artwork studio is a charity."
"I would not be so certain about their opinions, if I were you."
He started walking again, leaving the open floor area to stride down a hallway.
Sarah sprinted after him. "My girls need the good jobs this shop will provide them, Mr. Pomroy," she persisted as sweat collected beneath her collar. "I can't let them down."
"Your girls are street savvy. They will survive. Their kind do."
Sarah halted. Survive? Would they? Would I have survived, if it weren't for Josiah? She'd come frighteningly close to paying a terrible price for her misdeeds and had far more in common with her girls than Mr. Pomroy need ever know. If he ever did find out ... a shudder rolled across Sarah's shoulders.
"I want those girls to do more than survive. I want them to thrive," she said to his retreating back. "I don't know how you can be so indifferent to Josiah's wishes. You know he wanted this for me. You told him before he died that you would help."
"Josiah Cady was too sentimental."
The offhand criticism bit, sharp as a wasp sting. "Is that what you've been thinking all along? All these days I've been coming here, urging you to lease me that storefront, you've been thinking Josiah was simply overly sentimental? I thought you were his friend."
He stopped and faced her. Red blotched his neck above his collar.
"It is precisely because we were friends that I am working so hard—unsuccessfully—to convince you to see sense, Miss Whittier, despite what I may or may not have said to Josiah," he answered. "If those men do not come through with their offers of money and your shop fails, think how that will crush those girls of yours. Young women to whom you've promised a great deal. Are you willing to bear their disappointment and upset?"
He was right; they would be crushed and might blame her. She wouldn't let it happen, though.
"There's no need to worry, because I will not permit the shop to fail." Sarah closed the gap between them and peered into his face. He had to understand. He had to see. "I don't care what you said about Josiah—he wasn't being sentimental when he encouraged me. He was shrewd and you know it."
"You are very determined."
"If I intend to be a success, I have to be."
"Which is why Josiah Cady took to you like a tick to a dog, Miss Whittier." He softened the assessment with a hasty smile that twitched his mustache.
A spark of hope flickered. "Take a chance with me, Mr. Pomroy. Six months. Lease me the space for six months, and I will prove to you my shop is a viable business."
She saw the retreat in his eyes. Her hope bloomed into a flame. He was going to concede; she was going to win.
Sighing, Mr. Pomroy opened the nearest door. His personal office sat hushed in the dim morning sunlight, exhaling the scent of cigars and leather chairs, beeswax polish. "The paperwork is on the desk. Allow me to fill in the necessary details and the shop is yours. For six months."
The strain she had lived with for weeks, and longer, released from Sarah's shoulders like a watch spring uncoiling. "Thank you. You won't regret your decision."
Sarah swept past her new landlord. After he modified the rental agreement to include her name and the length of the lease, she signed both copies, folding one carefully and tucking it into her reticule.
"Here is the first month's rent," she said, handing him the money. Eighty-five dollars. An unimaginable sum not so many years ago.
"You will have a one-week grace period for a missed rental payment, with a fifteen-percent penalty fee. Miss that payment and you will be evicted from the premises," Mr. Pomroy said, kneeing aside his rolling chair so he could access the center desk drawer. He glanced at her. "You do trust these girls you've hired, correct? They are not going to do anything to, shall we say, cast you or your business in a bad light?"
"They may have made bad choices in their pasts, Mr. Pomroy, but I assure you, that is behind them."
"Good, because after the last disgraceful tenant we had in that space, my partners and I would prefer not to discover the name of a client in the newspapers again."
"You will not have any trouble from us." She extended a gloved hand, palm up. She was thankful it didn't shake. However, she had practiced forgetting her transgressions far longer than she'd practiced her steely-eyed gaze. "So if everything is in order, might I have the keys to the shop?"
"I believe so." He slid open the drawer and slipped his copy of the paperwork inside. From the same drawer, he extracted two sets of iron keys.
"Front door. Alley door," he said, identifying each key with a flick of his forefinger. "The next rent payment is due on the twenty-fifth."
He dropped the keys into her hand. They were heavy and reassuringly solid, and she closed her fingers tightly around them. "You will see my check on the twenty-fourth. Good morning, Mr. Pomroy. And thank you again."
"Prove me wrong to worry, Miss Whittier."
"I shall," she answered.
Sarah rushed out of the office, past the prying stares of Mr. Pomroy's clerks, down the narrow hallway. Grinning, she burst through the front door of the building, into the din of Montgomery Street. She had done it. She had persisted and won.
You always believed I would, Josiah. Even when I didn't believe it myself.
While pedestrians rushed by, Sarah gripped her reticule tightly and breathed in the energy of the city. Inhaled the aromas she so strongly associated with San Francisco—the iodine tang of the bay and the metallic sharpness of factory smoke and steam engines, the acrid reek of horse manure and construction dust. The sweet spiciness of food intermingling with the lye from laundries in the Chinese quarter two blocks distant. The warm yeastiness of a bakery.
She stepped back as a flock of tourists scuttled up the sidewalk, bound for the sights of Chinatown with a policeman as guard, eager to peep at vivid red joss houses and opium dens. If he took them farther north, they could venture into the saloons of the Barbary Coast, jangling with piano music and drunken laughter. Sarah watched them disappear around the corner and wondered if they felt the city's vibrancy too. If they could sense its limitless possibilities, where people from every walk of life scraped and struggled to be better than they were before they arrived. To become someone new, just like she had done.
"Miss Sarah!" Minnie Tobin hurried along the asphaltum sidewalk, her faded gray dress kicking wide, brown curls bouncing beneath her straw bonnet. "Have you done it?"
"Minnie, how did you manage to get here?" She was the first young woman Sarah had plucked from the streets, the ragged daughter of a drunken grocer, a girl with a cheerful disposition, enviable spunk, and a gift for painting. Her father had plans to marry her off to his brutish best friend, consigning her to a life not much better than slavery. But not if Sarah had anything to say about it. "Your father allowed you to leave the grocery early?"
"I snuck out." Minnie's grin dimpled her cheeks. "I had to know if we'd got the shop. I couldn't concentrate on stacking tins of meat, knowing you were down here today, fighting for us."
"Here is your answer." Sarah held out the two sets of keys and jingled them. "We have the shop."
"Oh, thank goodness!" Minnie leaped into Sarah's arms and hugged her tight, knocking her hat askew. "That's wonderful!"
"It is wonderful, and an incredible relief." Sarah extricated herself from Minnie's grasp and dropped the keys into her reticule. "What do you say ... chocolate macaroons from Engel-berg's Bakery as a treat?"
"It'll have to be quick, if I'm to make it back to the grocery before my pa returns from his lunch. Don't want him to find me gone." Minnie's voice conveyed her dread.
"Then quick it shall be."
Buoyant, Sarah planted one hand atop her hat, clutched Minnie's arm with the other, and strutted down Montgomery.
"Miss Charlotte will be pleased about the shop," Minnie said as they paused at the intersection, waiting for a cable car to collect its passengers and make the turn, clearing the roadway.
"Lottie never doubted I would be able to convince Mr. Pomroy to lease us the space." But then Lottie had endless faith, far more than Sarah could ever claim. Enough to convince her father to invest in the shop against his lawyer's wary nature.
"I never doubted, either, Miss Sarah," said Minnie, her nut-brown eyes full of trust.
Sarah's heart constricted. I will never let these girls down. Not a one. "Thank you."
"'Welcome, miss," Minnie replied with a dimpled smile. "What's next?"
"Tomorrow I plan to go to the storefront and make a list of any necessary repairs." A lengthy list already existed in her head, but she had been too superstitious to commit it to paper. "Then I'll make down payments on the equipment we need—first and foremost the lithograph press—take you and the others to see the space, and begin tidying and organizing. In a week, the first of our supplies should arrive. We can start to move in then."
"That's so exciting, I think I'm gonna burst!"
"Please don't, because I need you whole," Sarah teased.
The cable car clanged up the road, and they hurried across the cobbles.
"I predict Whittier and Company Custom Design Studio will be a roaring success," Minnie proclaimed with a dramatic wave of her forefinger. "Because if anyone can do it, you can, Miss Sarah."
"If anyone can do it, we can." Sarah squeezed the girl's arm. "Remember that."
Minnie giggled and Sarah joined in, the sound of their carefree laughter snatched by the breeze swirling along the street, carried off with the fog lifting into the blue, blue skies. Their spirits lighter than a bubble floating.
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What a great story! As I was reading, I felt like I was right there in 1882 San Francisco. I smelled, heard, and saw the city right along with the characters. I could feel Anne's fears, Daniel's annoyance and Lottie's optimism. Josiah's Treasure is a joy to read. I like Sarah, the main female character, because she is a champion for women who find themselves in hopeless circumstances. She is determined to follow her plan despite huge obstacles-- the main one being that she is a woman. I didn't want to like Daniel, but eventually was coaxed into doing so, despite his objective. The secondary characters add much depth and interest to the story. I hope some of them show up in future books. This is quite a complex story with subplots, twists and turns. I think anyone who enjoys historical romance along with societal issues of the times would enjoy this novel.
Nancy Herriman in her new book, "Josiah's Treasure" published by Worthy Publishing brings us into the lives of Sarah Whittier and Daniel Cady. From the back cover: in 1880′s San Francisco, Gold builds fortunes. And sometimes shatters dreams. Daniel Cady has been searching for the father who struck it rich out West and never returned to his family. Daniel isn't looking for the man's love, and he's not offering forgiveness. All he wants is cold retribution. In the form of cash. Years ago, a scandalous love affair ostracized artist Sarah Whittier from her family. In San Francisco, she has built a new life out of audacity, talent and an old man's generosity. The house Josiah Cade left her is about all she owns. A house that is collateral for her dearest aspiration- a custom art studio run by immigrant women. They're her family now, and she'll do whatever it takes for them to succeed. But when Daniel Cady arrives in town claiming he's the legal heir, Sarah faces eviction...and the resurrection of dangerous rumors that the house contains hidden gold. Her future uncertain and her safety threatened, Sarah has nowhere to turn. Unless she can soften a vengeful man's heart, and they both learn that love is a greater treasure than gold. All Sarah wants to do is put her past behind her and succeed for her success guarantees the success of the immigrant women that have become her family since her own family wants no part of her. Daniel Cady is looking for his father who abandoned him and the rest of the family to go West to look for gold. All Daniel wants is a part of that gold as recompense for what his father took from him. Now Sarah and Daniel are clashing over the one thing that belonged to Josiah and that both of them want, his house. "Josiah's Treasure" is all about family, the one we are born into and the one we make for ourselves in the world. This is about pain from our past that is causing us to make our present decisions and how healing of that pain can cause us to make new decisions. It is also a wonderful romance. Ms. Herriman has done an outstanding job of bringing Sarah and Daniel to life on these pages. We root for them to overcome their traumas and for their relationship to succeed. If you are looking for history you will find it here. If you are looking for a really good romance you will find it here. I liked this book and am really looking forward to more stories from Nancy Herriman. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book for free from Wynn-Wynn Media for this review. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."
Josiah’s Treasure by Nancy Herriman was a most enjoyable historical novel that was also filled with a great deal of inspiration. In San Francisco in 1882, Sarah Whittier has a desire to open an art studio that will be run by immigrant women who have a talent for art or a talent for running the business. She has been the caretaker and companion of Josiah Cady who amassed a fortune in the gold fields and at his death he left everything to Sarah. Josiah rescued Sarah from her past and loved her like a daughter and he left everything to her for he thought that all his family was dead and he died never knowing the truth. Daniel Cady, Josiah’s son, finally arrived in San Francisco from Chicago after a lengthy search to find his father. He thinks that his father deserted the family and is determined to take the inheritance from Sarah. Daniel is very bitter toward his father but when the truth is finally revealed as to why Josiah left his fortune to Sarah instead of his family, he decides that he must help Sarah and try to keep her safe after rumors circulate in the town that gold nuggets are hidden in the house. Daniel knows that overturning his father’s will is going to be difficult, but after meeting Sarah his heart is torn between caring for his twin sisters and the attraction he is starting to feel for Sarah. The author did an excellent job writing the story with a well plotted mystery and lots of exciting action. The characters were so well done that they seemed to leap off the page and become real. I thoroughly enjoyed the romance in the story as the author took us on a journey of faith for both Sarah and Daniel. Both had fought to find faith and then worked to keep it and not lose it when troubles came. In their search for the hidden gold, they both found that the greatest treasure to be found in life was love. The story was very inspiration and gave me something to think about after the story was finished. I highly recommend this book to anyone who likes an historical novel set in the West in the nineteenth century, has a really good romance story line, a great deal of mystery, and that is also a Christian story. I received this book free from Worthy Publishing and Net Galley in exchange for an honest review. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.
Nancy Herriman has crafted an endearing story with a thread of intrigue and mystery wound through it. It's set in San Francisco in the 1800s, and I enjoyed her descriptions of the city's sights and sounds. I didn't quite know what to expect as I had never read a book by Nancy, but I found it to be a well written, compelling story. Throughout the book the characters learn the importance of forgiveness and how to let go of the bitterness they've been holding onto. It's not a quick or easy process which I appreciated because in real life it's not either. As they come to rediscover their relationship with God they are able to gradually let go of the bitterness and hurt and forgive even when it's not reciprocated or asked for. I received this book from Netgalley and Worthy Publishing for the purpose of an honest review. My opinion is my own. Thank you Worthy Publishing.
Josiah's Treasure by Nancy Herriman is packed full of good writing, like-able characters, and an easy to follow plot, but for some reason I couldn't get involved in the story. If there were a point system with the stars, I'd give it 3.9, simply because I didn't fall in love with Sarah and Daniel's tale. ***I received this book from the publisher/author for the purposes of review. The above is my honest opinion.***
Author: Nancy Herriman Published by: Worthy Publisher Age Recommended: Adult Reviewed By: Arlena Dean Book Blog For: GMTA Rating: 5 Review: "Josiah's Treasure" by Nancy Herriman was a historical, romance, inspirational with a little mystery all rolled up into one good read taking place in San Francisco, 1882. You will find "Josiah's Treasure" filled will a journey of "secrets, faith, deception, betrayal, hope and love." In this read we find that Sarah Whittier(who had been a nurse companion to Josiah Cady) has been left a inheritance, but before she could claim it, Daniel Cady shows up claiming to be Josiah's son. Josiah Cady thought that his family had died. What will become of all of this? We will find that Daniel even with 'his vengeful heart' he will try to save Sarah...there was a rumor that Sarah has a treasure chest full of gold nuggets. Was there gold nuggets in Nob Hill? Sarah had "dreams of having a art studio run by immigrant women and she had planed to use the house left to her family friend Joshia Cady as collateral for her studio." Now, what was going to happen now that Josiah's son as returned as the legal heir along with his ten year old twin sisters. Will Daniel be able to get this treasure for his sisters? There will be many questions that will need to be answered in this read...like... "Was Josiah a father who left a wife and children behind to search for gold? Was Sarah’s past filled murder and deceit? Does Daniel stand to inherit a bulk of money after a long journey to find his long lost father? This author did a wonderful job with bringing out this issue of forgiveness definitely "letting go of the past that heals and nourishes the heart." All of the characters were well developed and really push the story line along only making it even more interesting as you move along in the read...for you have the heroine, hero, heroine's friend, group of daughters, meddlesome reporter to name...with Sarah, Daniel, Cora, Minnie, Mrs. McGinnis and Charlotte among a few named. "Josiah's Treasure" was truly a wonderful and well written novel that gave a real description along with the knowledge of San Francisco during this time in the 1800's. Would I recommend this novel? Yes, as a excellent read.
I really enjoy reading stories about strong women like Sarah Whittier in Josiah’s Treasure. I wouldn’t exactly call myself a feminist but I do appreciate when women step outside their typecast roles and do what they need to do to survive and take care of themselves and the ones that they love. Sarah Whittier finds herself abandoned more than once in her life by people that were supposed to love and cherish her. When Josiah takes her under his wing, she experiences love and acceptance for the first time in her life. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last when he passes away. Because of their relationship he leaves her his home and money but when a man claiming to be his son shows up, she stands to lose it all. Sarah is an admirable character, not only because of her strength but because of her character. She helps women who have found hardship as she once did and gives them a job so that they don’t end up on the streets doing the only “profession” many women are left to in similar predicaments. When Daniel Cady shows up claiming to be Josiah’s son, Sarah struggles to fight for what is hers. Not only does her welfare depend upon it but also the women who have come to rely on her. I loved Herriman’s style of writing and her knowledge of San Francisco in the 180o’s. I could almost hear the street cars and smell the salty air with her descriptive words. Her faith is evident in her writing and it helps to develop her characters. Josiah’s Treasure is a reminder of what a true treasure is. Money can not buy happiness and is not where our hope should lie.
Josiah’s Treasure by Nancy Herriman is a historical romance set in San Francisco, CA in 1882. Rumors of hidden gold and wealth beyond measure swirl around town about the estate of Josiah Cady but Sarah knows better. Sarah Whittier has been dreaming of a new life for her and other girls in her situation. She has plans to build a more independent life thanks to the generosity of her deceased employer which includes a home of her own. She is determined to do what it takes to help these immigrant women succeed no matter what obstacles they may face. I love her undaunted spirit! But Sarah’s dreams are about to shatter because of one man’s arrival which threatens her future and the future of her friends. All his life, Daniel Cady has had to do everything he can to support his mother and sisters while his father disappears off to seek his fortune in gold. He dreams of giving his little sisters the life they deserve. After years of trying to track down his father, he finally locates an address and his thirst for revenge and anger multiply. Both Sarah and Daniel are determined to live their dreams. Will the treasure Josiah supposedly had ever surface? And whose dreams will come true? This is a great story about family, friendship and treasure. Thanks to Worthy Publishing for the free book. In exchange, here is my honest opinion of this book I reviewed.
"Miss Whittier was intelligent and determined, strong willed and pretty enough...commendable attributes, but one he couldn't afford to admire. He had to remember that she was not be trusted until his lawyer had finished reviewing the particulars of Josiah's estate. Not if he wanted to keep a cool head around her. Not if he wanted to keep himself from caring. "I came her to fetch what Josiah owed me and my sisters," he said plainly, truthfully, "not to ruin a young woman's future." "You might succeed in doing both." He slapped his hat against his thigh, fanning an eddy of dust across the floor. "Listen, I'm not out to hurt you. But I can't go back on the promises I've made, any more than you can go back on yours. You believe your girls need you. My sisters need me." "Do you honestly think we can fulfill both our promises, Mr. Cady?" "You have your backers," he pointed out. "Anxious men whose charitable impulses read well in the newspaper but don't always hold up under pressure." She wasn't naive in the least. Daniel stilled the nervous motion of his hands. Pretty young women like Sarah shouldn't be so cynical or worldly-wise. They should be sheltered and supported, what he'd spent half a lifetime doing for his sisters, trying to keep them from suffering the worst of the damage Josiah had caused. He didn't have to learn much about Sarah Whittier to realize that, even though she'd worked for Josiah in that comfortable house, she'd had to scrape and claw to be where she was today. Just like he had, making them two of a kind. An uncomfortable recognition. "What do you want from me?" he asked. "I didn't bring you here to impress you with my empty shop and its filthy floors." She pulled in a long breath. "I brought you here because, if you succeed in gaining Josiah's estate, I want you to invest in the studio. I would pay you back, with interest." "I can't do that." Even if he wanted to help Sarah Whittier, for the sake of Lily's and Marguerite's futures, he couldn't. Sarah gave him a withering look and retrieved her reticule from the countertop where she left it. Apparently she had let herself hope for more from him. "You were right." Her eyes were deep brown, the color of cocoa or polished walnut. Lovely even when dull with disillusionment. "I did waste my time." In the novel Josiah's Treasure by author Nancy Herriman, the reader is transported back to San Francisco in 1882. Here we find ourselves at a crossroads with Sarah Whittier and Daniel Cady. Two strong and yet opposing forces that each have a dream that they are trying to build and fulfill. With Sarah, she had been Josiah's nurse and caretaker until his death, leaving her all his wealthy and estate. She now plans on using some of that money to help build an art business to employ several immigrant women and help them get ahead in life by teaching them valuable life skills instead of selling themselves down on the Barbary alley. Daniel arrives literally at Sarah's doorstep, claiming to be Josiah's long long son and perceived heir to his estate. He refuses to let himself care for Sarah or her desire to help other women less fortunate than herself find better lives. Until he can provide proof of his identity, both of them remain at odds. Daniel will do whatever it takes to provide for his sisters what he feels his father had promised them long ago when he left them behind. He can't believe that Josiah never revealed to Sarah that he had children, and now believes that there may in fact be a treasure buried in the house that his father hid when he stuck gold in coming to California. Now if he can only convince his heart to follow his head. I received Josiah's Treasure by author Nancy Herriman compliments of Worthy Publishing and Christian Fiction Blog Alliance for my honest review. This is such a charming book taking into account the rise to wealthy by those that struck it rich during California's famed gold rush. I love the strength that Nancy breathed into the character of Sarah, a perseverance to keep pushing through despite the odds against her by the men of that time period. I love how she is willing to try anything to give her dream wings and hopes in some way she can convince Daniel to help. I rate this one a 5 out of 5 stars and loved the historical look back at the early growth of San Francisco during the setting of this novel with the cable cars and Nob Hill as the backdrop. I will be looking for more books from Nancy Herriman in the future to enjoy and add to my library of favorites. This one has found a permanent home.
I really enjoyed this book. Sarah is s strong, female character who has had made some mistakes in life and has true compassion for others. She is attempting to start her own business as a way of helping other women who are in bad situations. Daniel Cady comes into the picture when he arrives in town looking for his father, who deserted his family years ago. Daniel is full of a lot of anger towards his father, who is now deceased and left his remaining estate to Sarah. The story centers on overcoming past mistakes, getting over anger and being open to God in your life. The characters all grow throughout the course of the book. I found it well written and a good story. I was provided the opportunity to read this book for free from Worthy Publishing in exchange for my honest opinion in a review.
JOSIAH'S TREASURE by Nancy Herriman is a inspirational historical Fiction set in 1882 San Francisco. A fast paced story filled with hope and promise. Sarah Whittier and Daniel Cady are on a journey of secrets,faith,deception,betrayal,hope and love. Daniel has a vengeful heart until the truth is revealed about his father,Josiah,who left his inheritance to Sarah. Sarah has a desire to help others,a past filled with secrets,and mistakes,and a desire to own an Art Galley. When rumor places Sarah in danger, because,someone thinks she is has a treasure chest full of gold nuggets, Daniel must let go of his vengeful heart to help save Sarah. Josiah,not only rescued Sarah,but loved her unconditionally,he thought his precious family was dead to him. He died not knowing the truth. Daniel learns far more than he wanted to about his father,his family and love. Josiah's treasure is far more than gold,love may be the greatest treasure of all. A must read for anyone who enjoys Christian reads,historical fiction,Americana reads,early 1800 Art world,and a wonderful story of hope and promise. Received for an honest review from the publisher and Wynn-Wynn Media,LLC. RATING: 4.5 HEAT RATING:SWEET REVIEWED BY: AprilR, My Book Addiction Reviews
When Josiah Cady, a gold prospector who struck it rich, dies, he leaves his estate to his caretaker and companion, Sarah Whittier. He’d taken her in when she had no place else to go, believed in her when she’d lost faith in herself, encouraged and supported her. Sarah dreams of rescuing immigrant women and training them to work in an art studio she hopes to open. She wants to give them a better life, as Josiah had done for her. As Ms. Herriman describes Sarah, “…it was her weakness, taking in stray cats and girls whose need flickered like a flame in the dark, or a man whose tailor-made suit had been worn past its respectable worth.” Josiah died believing his wife and children had all perished while he’d been living the life of a nomadic prospector. Sarah is stunned when Daniel Cady shows up on her doorstep, claiming to be Josiah’s long lost son and threatening her inheritance. Without it, her hopes will all be destroyed. But Daniel has dreams of his own. He longs to start his own import business and provide a secure home for himself and the sisters he believes Josiah abandoned. To complicate matters, dangerous rumors swirl among the streets of San Francisco: that Josiah hid a stash of gold nuggets somewhere, possibly in Sarah’s house. There are those who will stop at nothing to steal the treasure for themselves. Josiah’s treasure, and Daniel Cady, could put everything at risk for Sarah—her dreams, her life, and, as her confusing feels for Daniel grow, her heart. There are so many things to love about this book—the yearning, the romance, the elements of mystery and danger. But what pulled me into the story most is powerful way Ms. Herriman uses the senses to create an almost 3D environment for the reader and immerses the reader in the sights and sounds and scents of San Francisco in 1882. This is a sweet romance, and a story of faith—of finding it, of losing it, of keeping it in the face of all odds. This is also a treasure hunt, where one may learn that the most valuable treasures are not those that can be held in the hand, but those that are held in one’s heart. I received an advance reading copy of this book for review purposes.