The Boarding House

The Boarding House

Sharon Sala

Language: English

Pages: 248

ISBN: 1611941334

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Ellie Wayne doesn't just live. She survives.

New York Times bestselling author Sharon Sala brings emotional intensity to an unforgettable story of survival, empowerment and raw courage.

Ellie Wayne has grown up in frightening circumstances, damaged by a sexually abusive father and mentally fragile mother. Scarred and still threatened by a father she hates and fears, Ellie believes her future holds nothing more than danger, shame and secrets . . . until the unspeakable happens, and Ellie is forced to choose. She can claim her life or continue to hide in the shadows.

One amazing man might be the miracle worker who can help Ellie see that she has the power to move on with her life, to hope for something more. If she can trust him.

Readers will cheer for this amazing woman as she struggles to leave victimhood behind.

Sharon Sala is a long time member of Romance Writers of America writing as Sharon Sala and Dinah McCall. She writes romantic suspense, Young Adult, and Women's Fiction. First published in 1991, she's a seven-time Rita finalist, winner of the Janet Dailey Award, four-time winner of the Career Achievement award from Rt Magazine, five time winner of the National Reader's Choice Award and five time winner of the Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence as well as the Bookseller Best Award. Her books are New York Times, Usa Today, Publisher's Weekly mass market best-sellers. Writing changed her life, her world, and her fate.

Look for her Young Adult paranormal mysteries, the The Lunatic Life series from Bell Bridge Books.

Visit Sharon at

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Wyatt. It was Sunday, and Ellie was in her bedroom in her silk panties and socks, waiting for Daddy to come dress her. She knew how to dress herself, but Daddy always made her wait. She kept digging her toe into the thick pile of the carpet, wishing she could dig a hole big enough to hide in. “You could dress yourself, you know,” Wyatt muttered. Ellie frowned. Wyatt had the adjoining bedroom and got to dress himself, but Ellie didn’t have that freedom, even though they ran back and forth

three thirty to six.” “He might be stopping by around six, if you want to hang around a little longer.” Ellie’s heart raced. This was a scary thing she was doing, but her life was scary. What was the difference? “I could do that,” she said. “I’ll tell him.” Then Ellie added. “Tell him I don’t want anything complicated, and it needs to be small enough that I can carry it home in my purse.” “Okay,” Tessa said. Now that the deal was done, they were both a little ill at ease. “Oops, another

shoulders—her gaze down at her feet instead of where she was going. He said a silent prayer for her and then smiled and extended his hand. “Good morning, Ellie. It’s always a blessing to see your sweet face.” Ellie clung to his hand like it was her lifeline, then got embarrassed and quickly turned loose. “Preacher Ray, did you pray for me?” “Why, yes I did, Ellie.” Her chin quivered slightly, and then she took a deep breath and looked up. “If you don’t mind, would you do it again, only

There were too many people. Daddy upped her pay and she stayed on.” Aaron listened to her rattle, just like Cinnamon used to do, but he knew it was Ellie. He couldn’t help watching for signs of panic, or the telltale picking of hangnails that was a sure sign she was keeping something back, but he saw none of it. “Do you have your finances in order?” She nodded. “I don’t suppose you knew it, but I inherited everything when Momma died. Daddy still had a job at Strobel Investments, but the

recommendation from Preacher Ray, her executor, and her banker, to get her into the fall semester at this late date, but when school at Baylor College began, Ellie Strobel was listed as a freshman. She’d dressed for the day as carefully as a bride would have dressed for her wedding, choosing just the right clothes and shoes—even the right backpack, with just a touch of pink. In honor of the free spirit within, she’d kept her funky haircut. When she finally found a parking space on campus, she

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