Amelia’s Legacy by Betty Thomason Owens

This week I’d like to introduce Nancy Sanderson, the heroine of Amelia’s Legacy, a 1920s-era romance novel by Betty Thomason Owens.

Amelia's Legacy FRONT Cover (2)

Nancy Sanderson, the heroine of Amelia’s Legacy, is only eighteen as the story begins, and has big plans for her life. With wide eyes, she surveys her world, and sees what she think she wants. Freedom.

All around her, the world is changing at a frantic pace. Well, for the 1920’s, thirty-five mph is frantic. Folks are replacing their horse-drawn conveyances with gas-fueled motorcars. You can take a train most anywhere you want to go. But more important to Nancy, a young woman can make her own way in the world.

For this young woman, that way is blocked by stone walls. The major one in her life is Amelia Woods-Sanderson, a trendsetter, leading a huge conglomerate in a male-dominated world. She is one tough cookie and she will not be cowed by a teenager. She lays out a plan that assures the final outcome of Nancy’s life, one way or the other.

Amelia set her sights on a young lawyer, well-connected and wealthy. Robert Emerson’s single-minded pursuit of his personal goals has won her attention. What a good prospective husband for her wayward granddaughter.

Nancy has other plans. Robert Emerson is Bor-ing. Nate Conners–sultry, ruggedly handsome football star–now there is an exciting guy. Nate is busy “wasting a valuable scholarship,” according to Robert. Nancy prefers Nate because he has a wild side. She wants to be wild, too. Or so she thinks.

The last stone wall and perhaps the greatest one Nancy will encounter, is the vast fortune her grandmother has amassed–Amelia’s Legacy. Nancy is a young woman of substance and as such, she has certain obligations. Though her young self desires freedom, a bobbed haircut, and short dresses–these things won’t bring her lasting peace.

As she approaches womanhood, she’ll reap the consequences of some of her earlier decisions, but she’ll also encounter opportunities for love and grace, for which she feels unworthy.

Buy Link:

ACFWPhotoBetty Thomason Owens writes romantic comedy, historical fiction, and fantasy-adventure. She has contributed hundreds of articles and interviews to various blogs around the Internet and is an active member of American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW), where she leads a critique group. She’s also a mentor, assisting other writers. She is a co-founder of a blog dedicated to inspiring writers, and a contributing editor for the soon-to-be launched online magazine, Imaginate.

Her 20’s era romance, Amelia’s Legacy, Book 1, Legacy Series, released October, 2014 (Write Integrity Press). She also writes contemporary stories as a co-author of A Dozen Apologies and its sequel, The Love Boat Bachelor, releasing January 26, 2015. She has two fantasy-adventure novels, The Lady of the Haven and A Gathering of Eagles, in a second edition published by Sign of the Whale BooksTM, an imprint of Olivia Kimbrell PressTM. Coming up next, a 1950’s historical novel based on the Book of Ruth, Annabelle’s Ruth, Book 1, Ruth Series (Write Integrity Press).

You can connect with Betty on her personal webpage, Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, and at Writing Prompts & Thoughts & Ideas…Oh My!


Another Book Contract!

Today I had the joy of signing a contract with Hallway Publishing, a new imprint of Winter Goose Publishing, for Tricked, the first book in my Levi Prince juvenile fantasy series, due to release later this year. I thank God for the blessing of having two of my books published in 2015 (Whitewashed releases next month!).

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAHere’s a blurb about Tricked:

Thirteen-year-old Levi Prince’s family no sooner leaves him on Castle Island for Camp Classic than an unexpected storm hits, and Mr. Dominic says they must go north to their “sturdier facilities.” After a long, muddy hike through bulleting rain, the camp director announces they’ve arrived at camp. But they’re on a precipice with the writhing lake far below and not a building in sight. Fear chokes Levi at the realization: he’s stuck at summer camp in the middle of Lake Superior with fifty other kids, some really weird-looking staff, and a nutcase director who thinks it’s normal to stand on a cliff in a violent storm babbling about tea. Now what should Levi do?

The Gift

My son sold the following story to Encounter-The Magazine. It will appear in the Fall, 2015.

The gift. It was a small thing in one sense. She did stuff like this all the time. But it wasn’t a small thing. It is mine only because of her kindness.

It was just another Wednesday night. I was going to a program they had at Southside Baptist Church where they taught music for free. We drove into the German Village area, where most buildings are made of brick and the streets are so thin that you can barely fit one car and yet people still park on the street. We pulled into the parking lot a few minutes early as always. I got out of the car and grabbed my old student violin. I walked across the parking lot and down the concrete steps into the church. Inside the cacophony of sounds hit me as always. I heard banjoes being tuned and guitars being strummed, mandolins being plucked and violins being bowed. I put my case down on the pew and opened it. I pulled out my old violin. I tightened my bow and walked into the back room where lessons were held. Inside the room sat three or four different people, including Mary, an older lady who had been coming for a few months. She always brought a different violin. I grabbed a chair and sat down. I noticed a violin case sitting in the middle of the room.

“Go ahead and play it,” said Mary. I set down my student violin carefully and opened the case. I took off the cover and took out the (3)

“It’s beautiful,” I said, and it was. The body was slim and perfectly formed. The neck was a little wider than some, but also thin. The varnish was a deep, rusty red, and the back had the stripes that I’ve always admired on the good violins. I took up my bow and began to play a sweet sad tune called ‘Ashokan Farewell.’ The violin had a tender sound in my hands as I played. Each note sounded so much more beautiful than on my own violin.

After I finished Mary spoke. “This is a Hoff violin. It was factory made in nineteen hundred. It was pretty badly damaged when I found it. I pretty much had to glue it all back together.” Mary smiled at me. “And it’s yours.”

I was shocked. This was completely unexpected. It was a work of art. It was an impossible gift. It was so generous of her to do this for me.

“Thank you,” I said. It was all I could say. “Thank you so much.”

Now several years later I still play that violin, though I now play it under a Doctor of Music in a classical setting, rather than at a church in a group of beginners. Even today I’m still astounded by her kindness to me, giving me the violin. It’s a gift that I didn’t earn, a free gift. It was one the greatest gifts of my life.

Of course, there is a greater gift that I was given. Another gift I didn’t deserve; another ridiculous and wondrous gift. A gift that cost much more. A gift that cost the life of the Man who gave the gift. A Man that didn’t give me a temporal gift, but an eternal gift. A gift of eternal life with Him. It is the greatest gift of my life. It is the greatest gift.images (1)