July 19th, 2026
Home | Log in!
Welcome to FreshFiction

Are you a reader
or an author?

Help us personalize your experience. Choose your role below.
You can always change this later using the switcher button.

or

You can switch anytime using the floating button.

Limited Time Fresh Fiction Access

Exclusive Marketing Opportunities for Authors

Curious about how Fresh Access helps authors gain more visibility and connect with active readers?

Discover premium promotional opportunities, enhanced exposure, and author-focused services designed to help your books stand out.

Read More →
On Top Shelf
📚 New Books This Week 📰 Latest News โ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒ™ Summer Days / Summer Nights Giveaways 🎪 Reader Games

Escape Into Adventure, Romance, Suspense, and Magic This July

Find Your Perfect July Escape

Slideshow image


Since your web browser does not support JavaScript, here is a non-JavaScript version of the image slideshow:

slideshow image
Sink your teeth into the first novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling Sookie Stackhouse seriesโ€”the books that gave life to the Dead and inspired the HBOยฎ original series True Blood.


slideshow image
#1 New York Times bestselling author Sandra Brown delivers a new signature sexy suspense about a detective seeking justice for his murdered wife with the help of a psychotherapistโ€ฆwhile fighting an undeniable attraction to her.


slideshow image
Open the book. Enter the nightmare. Escape is no longer guaranteed.


slideshow image
Under Wyoming skies, love doesn't care about titles.


slideshow image
Family secrets, lost love, and a mystery hidden beneath the sea.


slideshow image
The bear is unleashed. The danger is real. The attraction is impossible to resist.

THE CROSSROADS CAFE

The Crossroads Cafe, September 2006
by Deborah Smith

BelleBooks
Featuring: Cathryn Deen; Thomas Mitternich
384 pages
ISBN: 0976876051
EAN: 9780976876052
Trade Size
Add to Wish List

Purchase

"Intensely emotional, yet wryly humorous, contemporary romance."

Fresh Fiction Review

THE CROSSROADS CAFE
Deborah Smith

Reviewed by Lenore Howard
Posted August 14, 2006

Romance Contemporary

Cathryn Deen had it all: beauty, fame and fortune. Then a fiery car accident left her scarred and reclusive. She is now an object of morbid curiosity instead of adoration. The only thing that gets her through the painful days of rehab and recovery are phone calls and care packages from her cousin, Delta Whittlespoon, who lives in the small town of Crossroads, North Carolina. Within those packages are Delta's famous biscuits and gravy, but also photographs from Delta's friend Thomas -- images of the beautiful mountain region that soothe Cathryn's spirit and make her grateful to this kind stranger.

But Thomas Mitternich does not consider himself kind. As scarred on the inside as Cathryn is on the outside, Thomas drinks too much and drifts like a ghost through his own life. Tortured by guilt after losing his wife and young son on September 11, he left New York and wandered aimlessly until he stumbled into Crossroads, where he's settled, at least for the moment. He still doesn't care much whether he lives or dies, but after Delta tells him about Cathy, he finds himself caring about a woman he's never even met.

When Cathy escapes L.A. and arrives in Crossroads, all she wants is to be left alone. But she can't escape the attention of the small, close-knit community or Delta's maternal instincts. When Cathy meets Thomas, these two wounded souls form a strange alliance. Even while submerged in their own pain, each tries to help the other heal. Can Cathy overcome her fears and the shame of her scars to ever allow true intimacy or joy into her life? Can Thomas finally forgive himself and start living again, rather than merely existing?

This beautifully written, intensely emotional and sometimes wryly humorous story isn't always easy to read. There are no quick fixes or magical cures for Cathy or Thomas -- and even the "happy" people in Crossroads have their share of heartaches. But ultimately, the book is about the strength and resiliency of the human spirit and the power of love to shed light into darkness. Not only are the characters compelling and interesting, but the mountain setting, so vividly and lovingly described, is almost a character in itself. Whether or not you can identify with Cathy's or Thomas' experiences, I think this book will touch your heart, and you'll wish you could return to Crossroads time and again.

Learn more about THE CROSSROADS CAFE

SUMMARY

A beautiful woman, scarred for life.
A tortured man, seeking redemption.
Brought together by fate in a small town high in the majestic Appalachian mountains.
Live. Love. Believe.

EXCERPT

Prologue Crossroads, North Carolina The Blue Ridge Mountains Before the accident, I never had to seduce a man in the dark. I dazzled millions in the brutal glare of kliegs on the red carpets of Hollywood, the flash of cameras at the Oscars, the sunlight on the piazzas of Cannes. Beautiful women don't fear the glint of lust and judgment in menโ€™s eyes, or the bitter gleam of envy in womenโ€™s. Beautiful women welcome even the brightest light. Once upon a time, I had been the most beautiful woman in the world. Now I needed the night, the darkness, the shadows. โ€œPut the gun down,โ€ I ordered, as I let my bra and white t- shirt fall to the ground. Behind me, a full, white moon hung in a sky of stars above the summer mountains, silhouetting Thomas and me. Frogs trilled in the forest. Beneath my bare feet, the pasture grass was soft and wet with summer dew, glistening in the moonlight. There were no bright lights in our world, not the pinpoint of a lamp in some distant window, not the wink of a jet high overhead. There might be no other souls in these ancient North Carolina ridges that night. Only Thomas, and me, and the darkness inside us both. โ€œIโ€™m warning you for the last time, Cathryn,โ€ he said, his voice thick but firm. He wasnโ€™t a man who slurred his words, no matter how drunk he was. โ€œLeave.โ€ I unzipped my jeans. My hands trembled. I couldnโ€™t stop staring at the World War II pistol he held so casually, his right arm bent, the gun pointed skyward. Thomas had been a preservation architect; he respected fine craftsmanship, even when choosing a gun with which to kill himself. Slowly I pushed my jeans down, along with my panties. The scarred skin along my right thigh prickled at the scrape of denim. I angled my right side away from the moon, trying to illuminate only the left half of my body, my face. Half of me was still perfect. But the other half . . . I stepped out of my crumpled clothes and stood there naked, the moonlight safely behind me. The night breeze was a tongue of embarrassment, licking my scarred flesh. My hand twitched with the urge to cover my face. How badly I wanted to hide the awful parts. Thomas watched me without moving, without speaking, without breathing. He doesnโ€™t want me, I thought. I said quietly, โ€œThomas, I know Iโ€™m no prize, but would you really rather kill yourself than touch me?โ€ Not a word, still, not a flicker of reaction. I could barely see his expression in the shadows, and wasnโ€™t sure I wanted to. The uglies came over me like a cold tide. A festering wave of withdrawal โ€“ shyness and anger multiplied times a thousand. Me, who had once preened for the world without a shred of self-doubt. I turned my back to him, trying not to shiver with defeat. โ€œJust put the gun down. Then Iโ€™ll get dressed, and weโ€™ll forget this ever happened.โ€ I heard quick steps behind me, and before I could turn, his arms went around me from behind. His hands slid over my bare skin. I twisted my head to the pretty side but he bent his lips to the other and roughly kissed the rivulets of ruined flesh No matter what might happen to us later, I saved his life that night. And, for that one night, at least, he saved mine. Hope is in the mirror we keep inside us, love sees only what it wants to see, and beauty is in the lie of the beholder. Sometimes, that lie is all you need to survive.

BOOK SERIES


 

 

 

© 2003-2026 off-the-edge.net  all rights reserved Privacy Policy