Set in 1832 on the Texas prairie, VOW UNBROKEN
debuted March 4th, 2014 by Howard Books, a division of Simon and Schuster. On this page - if you keep scrolling - you will see FIVE STAR REVIEWS and after that, have the opportunity to read a little of First Chapter! Keep scrolling down!
Love and determination conquer all on the Jefferson Trace.
Desperate young widow Susannah Baylor recruits War of 1812 veteran Patrick Henry Buckmeyer to help transport her cotton from the Red River Valley to market in Jefferson, Texas. Along the trace, snakes, drunks, wolves, thieves, black bear, and nature thwart her efforts at every turn. With her daughter, nephew, unsaved hireling and his dog, Sue overcomes each obstacle.
What have others said:
With an intriguing plot line and well-developed characters, McAdoo, who's written nonfiction and children's fiction, delivers an engaging read for her first adult historical romance. - Publishers Weekly
A FEW 'FIVE STAR' REVIEWS
After reading Caryl McAdoo's story of Henry and Susannah in "VOW UNBROKEN," I felt like I'd had another adventure with Tom Sawyer and Becky, this time as young adults. -Alan Daugherty: columnist The News-Banner
Caryl McAdoo is a new unique voice in histoWOdDD/tJ1zRQCCYPAa94Yrical Christian fiction. I fell in love with the characters from the very first page. They pulled me into their lives and kept me there through the whole interesting storyline. I found the setting authentic, and Caryl kept me turning pages. I know you’ll love this book as well as I did. -Lena Nelson Dooley, award winning, best-selling author Of Maggie’s Journey, Mary’s Blessing, Catherine’s Pursuit & many more
Loved this story! Fresh strong voice from Caryl McAdoo…most memorable character [heroine Sue Baylor] I’ve encountered in some time. Well plotted and nicely paced. There’s a Louis L’Amour and All-American feel to Caryl’s writing. Beautiful romance, one of the nicest I’ve seen in a while. -Carrie Fancett Pagels, author Return to Shirley Plantation, a Civil War romance
A Really "Wow" Debut Novel! I loved this book--fast paced, adventurous, and satisfyingly wholesome. Oh, you are going to love this book. -Anne Baxter Campbell, author, The Truth Trilogy The Roman’s Quest, Marcus Varitor, Centurion, and What Is Truth
Caryl McAdoo's fiction hooks fast and reads like a seasoned author's historical adventure. I soon felt intricate participation with the pieced family group. Fast paced story… typical of rugged pioneer struggle in Mexican Texas era... with period jargon, scenery, and historical facts… complete with spiritual bliss and a rainbow's end. Christian Romantic Historical Adventure Fiction--a BIG genre for a whole lot of novel for all ages, men and girls. - Howard “Doc” Wolfe, top Amazon reviewer
Outstanding! Caryl did an excellent job of creating flawed but endearing characters—even Blue Dog—who steal your heart. It lifts your soul and sticks with you long after you turn the last page. Can’t wait to r hope she’s a fast writer because I want more! Vow Unbroken taps into every human emotion in the characters and in the reader. Simply one of the best! - Holly Michael, author Crooked Lines
Caryl McAdoo has penned a beautifully flowing story… a wonderful tale that will find its way into your heart. You couldn’t ask for more endearing characters. Caryl’s sweet storytelling made me feel like I was enjoying this adventure up close and personal, and by the time I finished, I felt like a part of this precious family! …a truly satisfying read! - Teresa Matthews, Overcoming With God (blog)
Vow Unbroken is a delightful historical fiction novel with clean romance of life in the 1800’s. Ms. McAdoo does a splendid job of developing the characters you really can care about and putting together an interesting plot with excellent pacing. I loved this truth in this book. - Kathryn Svendsen, reviewer Shelf Full of Books (blog)
Texas prairie, 1832
He took the pinch of cotton Sue offered and rubbed it between his short, pudgy fingers. “I’m truly sorry, Mis’ess Baylor. Two cents is all I can pay.”
She seethed, but forced at least a show of civility. “Mister Littlejohn.” She spoke in a stiff staccato. “A week ago. Before everyone left. You promised three-and-a-half to four cents a pound! You said depending on the quality. That is the main reason. The biggest reason. That I didn’t go with the others.”
The man smiled. “Oh, I might have said two-and-a-half or maybe even three, but things change. You know that.” She couldn’t stand being talked down to, especially by such a lying loafer. “I wish I could help you, but two cents it is. I mean, besides, anyone can see.” He held the sample up. “It’s shoddy lint.” He shook his head. “Pardon me for saying, Mis’ess Baylor, but a granger you are not.”
“Anyone can see its excellent quality, you mean.” A bit of breeze, a very little bit, stirred the top layer of dust from the street; it cooled her skin, but her insides still steamed.
He stuck out his bottom lip. “I’d advise you to take my offer. I can pay half now, the rest when I return.”
Sue studied his face while a hundred calculations ran through her mind. He certainly didn’t look like the weasel he’d turned out to be. Her cotton was as good, if not better, than any of the loads that left last Thursday. She reached up and massaged her neck, then lifted her braid to let some air dry her sweat. She glanced over at her wagons. Levi had Becky laughing hard. The children would be so disappointed.
Maybe if – No. She would not allow this thief to take advantage of her family. How could he even think to? The loathsome, immoral oaf! She’d worked too hard getting her crop in. Everyone had, even her nine-year-old Becky. Why, at two cents, she’d hardly realize any profit at all after the extra seed and what she paid the pickers. She squared her shoulders and determined anew, faced him again. “I’ll accept three-and-a-half cents per pound. All cash. Not a fraction less.”
“Two cents, ma’am. Half now, half when I get back.” He jingled the coins in his vest pocket.
Perspiration trickled down to the small of her back. The sun, though its climb had barely began, already shone bright on the eastern horizon and heated the mid-September air so that every breath scorched her throat. Much like Jack Littlejohn, it offered no mercy. And like the air, her throat held no moisture, though she needed to swallow.
“You’re wasting my time. Good day, Mister Littlejohn.” She whirled and headed toward her wagons. Her face burned, and she knew full well that it had turned red. How dare that man!
A grubby hand grabbed her arm, and, whirling her around, jerked her to an abrupt stop. She yanked away from his grasp and glared; she wished the fire inside her would somehow leap forward and set the despicable excuse of a human being ablaze.
“Keep your cheating hands off me.”
He almost looked apologetic. “Be reasonable, Mis’ess Baylor. Two cents is a right fair price. Besides, who else you going to sell to?”
She swatted at a fly buzzing about and adjusted her hat, never taking her eyes from the man’s. “I’ll burn my cotton before I’d sell it to the likes of you.” She stopped next to her wagon and faced the second one. “Levi, we’re going.”
“But Aunt Sue –”
Doing everything in her power to keep from bursting into angry tears, she glared. Never, never, never would she give that horrible man the satisfaction of seeing her lose control. She kept her voice calm and steady. “Levi, now!”
She climbed aboard and probably struck the reins against her mules’ backs a bit too forcefully. The poor animals hadn’t lied to her. She made a point to sound sweet. “Get up, now, Dex.” She clucked. “Hey, now, Daisy.” She wanted to scream but held it all in.
The wooden wheels creaked under the load. Metal clanged against metal. The harnesses strained as the four animals snorted and urged the two wagons, heavy with all her hopes and dreams, into motion. Plans had been to camp out, spend a night there in the heart of the community. Plans had been to order the children a pair of new shoes and a bolt or two of fabric for some new clothes. But as she knew all too well, plans often changed.
- - - My publisher only allows me to post short excerpts and not an entire chapter, so I hope this will be enough to peak your interest to read VOW UNBROKEN. Blessings from Texas, Caryl
: Susannah Baylor reluctantly hires Henry Buckmeyer to help her along the Jefferson Trace, the hard stretch of land between her Texas farm and the cotton market, where she's determined to get a fair price for her crop. It's been a long, rough ten years and the widow's in danger of losing the land her husband and his brother left to her and the children, and getting both her wagons safely to Jefferson won’t be no easy task.
She knows Henry's reputation as a lay-about and is prepared for his insolence, but she never expects his good looks or irresistible, gentle manner. Soon they are entwined in a romantic relationship that only gets more complicated because Henry doesn't know God the way she does. Dangers arise on the trace--but none as difficult as the trial her heart is going through.
Will Susannah and Henry's love overcome their differences? And will she get her crop to market and sale it for enough to save her farm? In this heartening and adventurous tale, a young woman's fortitude, faith, and heart are put to the ultimate test.