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Released: December 10th, 2013
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After defeating their enemy at Manti, the Ammonite warriors are free to return home. But for Keturah, returning home means putting her weapons down and leaving the warriors she has come love. She misses Reb’s stupid jokes and even the hard, awful work of being a soldier.
But fighting Lamanites on the battlefield was easy compared to returning to the life of a village girl. She wants to honor her family’s wishes and marry Zeke, but honor will come at a steep price.
Zeke might have won Ket’s loyalty with his blood on the battlefield, but he knows he hasn’t won her heart. He’s tired of trying to make her love him, and for Zeke, loyalty just isn’t enough.
Gideon knows Keturah is practically betrothed to someone else. He thought he was prepared to take her home to Melek and leave her there, but that was before he let himself kiss her in front of the entire village.
Whether Keturah is at home or on the battlefield, there are still battles left to fight—the battles in her heart.
Fall in love with Misty Moncur’s stripling warriors, who come alive against her vivid Ancient American backdrop. An intriguing blend of adventure and romance, In All Places is the unforgettable conclusion to her Daughter of Helaman trilogy.
His eyes widened slightly. “Zeke is this man?” He indicated the scar again.
“Yes,” I said quietly. I swallowed hard, and I couldn’t take my eyes from the scar.
“Zeke is your man.”
I nodded. Then I took a breath and looked up to meet his eye. He only looked curious. “Yes,” I said, afraid of hurting him, but wanting him to know my heart was given elsewhere.
He searched my eyes as he stepped closer to me. “Zeke is not here.”
I shook my head, all too aware that Zeke had not returned to the village and had yet made no plans to return. Dinah said his work was not done, but there were questions in her eyes I could not answer.
“I only am here.” Muloki stepped even closer to me.
I laughed nervously, but I was not afraid of Muloki. I was afraid of myself. I was lonely and vulnerable, and I knew it.
“No.” I took a step back, then another. “You are there.” I pointed deliberately. “I only am here.”
He laughed too, throwing me the same irresistible smile he had shown me outside the gate of Antiparah when his friends had teased him for detaining me so long with his flirting. He closed the distance between us before I could protest any more.
“We two are here,” he said. His eyes widened innocently as if he were simply clarifying the definitions of here and there.
He cupped the side of my neck with his hand, and threw a nod back over his shoulder. “Zeke is there.”
My eyes widened too, not in mock innocence but in confirmation of what I had long suspected. He had come to Melek in search of me, I had known that, but months had passed since his arrival, and he had not tried to be more than my friend. He had not put his fingers into my hair and looked at me the way he was looking at me then.
Could I drop my shovel and run? Could I hit him with it? A very disloyal part of me wanted to let it slip from my fingers and accept the invitation Muloki conveyed with so few words.
I considered the invitation for too long, I knew. Muloki patiently let me.
I handed him my shovel. “I think I will go rest,” I said, and I turned to leave.
“Keturah, I am here,” he said to my back, his voice gentle and quiet and promising.
I paused, nodded, and then continued out of the field. I didn’t go home to rest. I went to the falls to think. But when I got there, I pulled out my slingshot. I had told myself I carried it only for hunting, but I picked a tree in the distance and slung rock after rock at it until the bark chipped away and I was gasping for breath.
I was so much better at being a warrior than a woman.
About the Author:
Between working and raising a family, Misty fits in writing like other people fit in breathing. Misty writes in the Romance, Young Adult, and Religious genres. She lives in Utah with her husband, her Wii-addicted son, and her curly-haired daughter. They spend a great deal of time laughing and the rest of it eating pizza.
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