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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled At Every Turn about Alyce, She's, BR>Caught with the genre: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction.
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conversations.value: She's off to the races!<BR> <BR>Caught up in a whirlwind of religious enthusiasm, Alyce Benson impetuously pledges three thousand dollars to mission work in Africa. Now she just has to find a way to get the money.<BR><BR>Alyce harbors a secret passion for speed and automobiles, and she's spent many an afternoon driving around the rustic track in the field behind her home. When she discovers that her father's company has sponsored a racing car that will compete in several upcoming events--races in which the driver will be paid and could win as much as five thousand dollars in prize money--she conspires with her father's mechanic, Webster, to train and compete.<BR><BR>But when her friends cast aspersions on Webster's past, she realizes she may have trusted the wrong person with her secret. Will Alyce come up with the money in time, or will she have to choose between her hasty promise and the man who holds a piece of her heart?<BR><BR>&quot;This heartwarming, story will find fans among readers of Lori Wick.&quot;-- Library Journal
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conversations.value: At Every Turn
  I ceased to notice the food I forked into my mouth. Instead, images of speeding motorcars and swirling smoke filled my head and quickened my pulse. "Who drove?"
  Father snorted and turned another page. "Doubt it. Eddie Rickenbacker's a natural. Guess the results will be in the paper today. "Really, Harry. Do you think it proper for a girl of her age and station to converse about such things? It's bad enough that you allow her to drive. And then keep us in this backwater town with no eligible men to court her. Must you fill her head with auto racing, as well?"
  I couldn't quell my grin. I felt sure merriment twinkled in my eyes, too. So I kept my gaze pinned on Father.
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conversations.value: At Every Turn
  I ceased to notice the food I forked into my mouth. Instead, images of speeding motorcars and swirling smoke filled my head and quickened my pulse. "Who drove?"
  Father snorted and turned another page. "Doubt it. Eddie Rickenbacker's a natural. Guess the results will be in the paper today. "
  She turned her irritation on Father. "Really, Harry. Do you think it proper for a girl of her age and station to converse about such things? It's bad enough that you allow her to drive. And then keep us in this backwater town with no eligible men to court her. Must you fill her head with auto racing, as well?"
  I couldn't quell my grin. I felt sure merriment twinkled in my eyes, too. So I kept my gaze pinned on Father.
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conversations.value: Swirling my shriveled fingers through the cooling water, I wondered again what Webster wasn't saying. Surely Father wouldn't hire him without references. Could a man be upstanding one moment and sinister the next? Perhaps he deceived everyone. Except Lawrence.
  I climbed from the tub and wrapped myself in a towel. I couldn't worry about Webster's past. Grandmother needed my attention. And I had to concentrate on the race. For now, I'd trust that I—and my mission funds—would be safe in God's hands, if not in Webster's.
  I slipped into my kimono and padded back to my bedroom. Halfway down the hall, I stopped. Lucinda. Likely she heard lots of things about people in Mr. Morgan's law office. Maybe she could reveal a bit of Webster's mystery.
  Lucinda and her children piled into my Packard on Thursday, and we motored to her home. Part of a home, actually. An old house divided into two dwellings. It sat on the opposite side of Langston from Mr. Morgan's office, close to Father's factory.
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conversations.value: My critique group, Leslie Wilson, and Mary DeMuth keep me chugging down the right path in writing and life. Thank you!
  I'm so grateful for my editor, Charlene, and all the others at Bethany House. Their suggestions always make the story stronger. And the art and marketing departments are an awesome force to have behind a girl. Thanks, y'all!
  Elizabeth, Aaron, and Nathan, I couldn't ask for more understanding and supportive kids. A special thank-you to Aaron for sharing his graduation month with my need to be with Alyce and finish her story.
  As always, my husband, Jeff, keeps me grounded and helps me soar. I couldn't do this without you. I love you.
  Anne Mateer has a passion for history and historical fiction, a passion that often rears its head during family vacations. Thankfully, her husband shares and indulges her love of the past. She and her husband live near Dallas, Texas, and are the parents of three young adults.
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conversations.value: Thank you!
  I'm so grateful for my editor, Charlene, and all the others at Bethany House. Their suggestions always make the story stronger. And the art and marketing departments are an awesome force to have behind a girl. Thanks, y'all!
  Elizabeth, Aaron, and Nathan, I couldn't ask for more understanding and supportive kids. A special thank-you to Aaron for sharing his graduation month with my need to be with Alyce and finish her story.
  As always, my husband, Jeff, keeps me grounded and helps me soar. I couldn't do this without you. I love you.
  Anne Mateer has a passion for history and historical fiction, a passion that often rears its head during family vacations. Thankfully, her husband shares and indulges her love of the past. She and her husband live near Dallas, Texas, and are the parents of three young adults.