A Freedom Such as Heaven Intended by Amanda Lauer

Despite her royal heritage, Alice is the third generation of women in her family to be enslaved and the only thing between her and freedom is Confederate soldier First Lieutenant Marshall Kent. a

A freedom such as heaven intended

Despite her royal heritage, Alice is the third generation of women in her family to be enslaved — and the last if she has any say in it. The only thing standing between her and freedom is a certain Confederate soldier, First Lieutenant Marshall Kent. Follow Alice and Marshall’s story as mistrust turns to trust and a sense of admiration turns to something more as they navigate life during the last year of the Civil War.

Genre: FICTION / African American / Christian

Language: English

Keywords: Civil War, Slavery, Underground Railroad, African American

Word Count: 62580

Sales info:

This book ranked in the top 125 on Amazon in the following three categories: Black & African American Christian Fiction, Black & African American Historical Fiction, Historical Christian Romance.

Sample text:

The chances of fleeing became slimmer once they made their way through the patch of eastern white pines. Coming to an abrupt halt, the man immediately encircled her with his arms, trapping her against the trunk of a tree.

“Is that really necessary, First Lieutenant?” she demanded, squirming to put space between herself and the soldier.

“I’d say it is, miss,” he said, drawing closer. “This actually serves two purposes.” A grin came to his face, revealing teeth that were just as straight and white as her own. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his visage.

 “It will prevent you from fleeing. And, should anyone happen upon us, they will assume that we’re star-crossed lovers sneaking out from under your father’s watchful eyes for a tryst.”

A gasp escaped from Alice’s lips. And it wasn’t a feigned one either. How dare he! If she’d been able to get a hand free, she’d have slapped him across the face for his impudence.

“Well, I’ve never…” Her voice trailed off when he moved in ever closer.

“I’m not so sure of that, Miss… what did you say your name was again?”

“Rose,” she spat out, trying to recall if a white lie was considered a venial sin.

“Ah, yes, Miss Rose. It’s a lovely surname and by chance, the ideal topic to begin our little tete-a-tete.”

Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

Translation in progress. Translated by Mawuli Awuku
Already translated. Translated by Juliana Lira
Translation in progress. Translated by Gloria Diaz

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