Trying to pick up the pieces of a failed marriage, Cori Matheson stood to lose everything. Short of selling the house that had become the home for her and two small children, Cori knew she had to do something. Her only recourse was a roommate that would enable her to keep what she’d strived to maintain. Placing an ad in the local paper, she advertises the small attic room that was just added space. Answering the request was a college student Will Williams who‘s car stranded him in the small town of Franklin Texas divided by race and bigotry. Cori welcomes Will into her home that unwittingly ignites racial tension as well as a burning desire that unites them in a way Cori never could imagine.
Cori Matheson has just lost the only man she has
ever loved. With two small children and another
on the way, Cori is left with a house she cannot
afford; she places an ad in the local paper to
rent out the attic room in her Franklin, Texas,
home. But Cori has no idea that when her ad is
answered, her life will change forever.
College student Will Williams plans to spend his summer hiatus
exploring the country, but when car problems strand him in Franklin,
he has no choice but to find a temporary room to rent. Cori welcomes
Will into her home while he waits for his car to be repaired, and
they unwittingly ignite racial tension in their bigoted town—for
Cori is white and Will is black. As a burning desire ignites the
couple, the room becomes more than just a refuge for Will, who
is anxious to begin his rite of passage into manhood. Meanwhile,
Cori is about to discover that her vengeful ex-husband will stop at
nothing to ruin her happiness.
Room in the Attic is a poignant romantic tale that reaches across
racial lines and limitless boundaries and teaches that through
humility and unconditional love, nothing is ever impossible.
Excerpt
A connection had formed between Cori and Will … All day long, she’d
been unable to shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong, and
so she’d decided to go out to the reservation …
She was just on her way out the door when Satan’s handyman, Robert
Stanton, walked through it. He looked as though someone had worked him
over good, judging from the huge black eye that he sported. However, the
way he’d looked at her when she passed him made the hair on the back of
her neck rise, and she sensed that his sparring partner was Will.
Hurriedly, she directed her sons to the car, barely getting them in their seats
before she floored the gas pedal and rushed out to the reservation to fi nd
him, all the while hoping that he was all right … When she’d almost made
it to the old mud huts, she saw something lying in the road ...
Putting her hand to her racing heart, she willed it to slow down; praying
that the huddled mass on the ground was not Will. Leaving the boys in the
car, she rushed to the still form lying on the ground …
A young widow joins her aunt’s house-restoration project in the wilderness, determined to take a stand for independence, but two men have different plans for her—and so does God.
