Kristen Daniels is looking for a job. She’s trying to stay ahead of the memories that seem to always come to the surface. Mitch Hart doesn’t want to return and face the memories on Hart Hollow Farm from his childhood. He wants to get his grandmother to sell and return to his life. Emmy Hart is stubborn and determined to make the family farm a success again. Will they come together to make a success of Hart’s Hollow Farm? Can the past be overcome when the memories are strong?
Janet Dailey continues her New Americana series with Hart’s Hollow Farm. The story of how a family is all-important and that you must put the past behind you to find love and forgiveness. You must try to find a balance between the past and a happy future. Emotions are a Janet Dailey hallmark and pull you into the story and leave you wanting to come back for more.
For some folks in small-town Georgia, Hart’s Hollow farm has seen better days. But for the Hart family matriarch, it’s a home worth fighting for . . .
From the moment Kristen Daniels arrives at Hart’s Hollow, the place speaks to her soul. So when seventy-three-year-old Emmy Hart asks Kristen to help return the farm to its former glory, Kristen accepts—despite her fears about getting involved with Emmy—or the two kids in Emmy’s care. Then there’s the matter of Emmy’s ruggedly handsome grandson, who stirs feelings Kristen believed were long gone . . .
When Mitch Hart left home at age eighteen, he thought he’d kicked the red dust off his boots forever. But he’s haunted by his violent upbringing and the loss of the sister he couldn’t save. Now he’s determined to see his orphaned niece and nephew settled in a better life. Emmy’s ideas about saving the farm only convince Mitch that his grandmother is as crazy as everyone in town suspects. Everyone except the beauty helping her sow the land. Something about Kristen’s spirit has Mitch sticking around—and wondering if he’s gone a little crazy himself. Because suddenly he’s hoping he might just find happiness in the very place he left behind . . .