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Passing through Perfect

Passing through Perfect

Series: Wyattsville Series, Book 3
Publisher: Bent Pine Publishing
ISBN: 9780996080347
FROM A USA TODAY AUTHOR OF WOMEN’S FICTION BEST SELLERS COMES A FAMILY SAGA RIFE WITH THE INJUSTICES OF THE SOUTH AND RICH WITH THE COMPASSION OF STRANGERS... MIDWEST BOOK REVIEW SAYS SOUTHERN FICTION AT IT’S BEST.
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FROM A USA TODAY AUTHOR OF WOMEN’S FICTION BEST SELLERS COMES A FAMILY SAGA RIFE WITH THE INJUSTICES OF THE SOUTH AND RICH WITH THE COMPASSION OF STRANGERS… MIDWEST BOOK REVIEW SAYS SOUTHERN FICTION AT IT’S BEST.

It’s 1946. WW2 war is over. Millions of American soldiers are coming home and Benjamin Church is one of them. After four years of being away he thought things in Alabama would have changed, but they haven’t. Grinder’s Corner is as it’s always been—a hardscrabble burp in the road. It’s not much, but it’s home.

In this inspirational romance, Benjamin attends a harvest festival in Twin Pines where he catches sight of Delia. Before their first dance ends, he knows for certain she’s the one. They fall madly in love; happily, impatiently, imprudently, in love. It doesn’t matter that her daddy is staunchly opposed to the thought of his daughter marrying a cotton farmer, never mind a poor one.

It’s true Benjamin has little to offer; he’s a sharecropper who will spend his whole life sweating and slaving to do little more than put food on the table. But that’s how things are in Alabama. Benjamin is better off than most; he has a wife, a boy he adores, and a house that doesn’t leak rain. Yes, Benjamin considers himself a lucky man until the fateful night that changes everything.

Literary Awards for Passing through Perfect
Royal Palm literary Award Finalist
INDIE Next Generation Award Competition Finalist
International Book Awards (IBA) Finalist
USA Book Awards Finalist
Reader’s Favorite Gold Medal in Southern Fiction
#1 Best Literary Fiction 2015 by Authors on the Air

Praise for Passing through Perfect

Well-written and engaging, readers will welcome back characters from previous Wyattsville books. – Kirkus Reviews

This is Southern fiction at its best: spiritually infused, warm, and family-oriented – an atmosphere which permeates every chapter with descriptions firmly routed in family tradition and the South. – Midwest Book Review, Donovan’s Shelf

I have a new favorite writer!

Just like reading John Steinbeck’s, East of Eden, or Harper Lee’s, To Kill A Mockingbird, this story is a tale of epic proportions!

It’s about Benjamin. Benjamin has such a life, but it’s full of perseverance, and an admirable one in the end. Or rather, his life wasn’t admirable, Benjamin himself was.

I got choked up so many times throughout this book. There were even a couple times I had to put the Kindle down and come back later. It was a couple of tough moments to read. I couldn’t imagine if it was someones’ life, and having to live it. Oh no.

And see, that’s the thing. That magic thing. Bette Lee Crosby creates characters and stories that feel so real, so alive, that you can’t help but become emotionally invested.
I hadn’t read anything of hers before, and yes, this is book 3 in a series. It is very easily read as a standalone. I didn’t feel I missed a thing. I can’t wait to read more from her too. I’m hooked! – Freda’s Voice

This is definitely a book I would recommend to others; in fact I’ve already told a friend that she absolutely MUST read Passing through Perfect. Whether you’ve read the other books in the Wyattsville Series or not, you’ll find yourself drawn in and enjoying every turn of the page with this fabulous book. Thank you to Bette Lee Crosby for sharing her storytelling time and talents. – WOW! Women on Writing

I connected with the characters in this story and rooted for them as they went through their trials and struggles. The story focuses on Benjamin Church a poor farmer who falls in love with the beautiful Delia. It chronicles the struggles they encounter as they face bigotry and discrimination from some along with friendship and acceptance from others. It is a heartwarming tale that shows both the good and bad found in mankind.

I wouldn’t have picked this title up on my own. I have been interacting with the author for quite sometime and she finally convinced me I would enjoy this novel if I would just give it a chance. She was right. – I Am A Reader Not A Writer

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P is for Passing through Perfect

Benjamin and Isaac stood, but when Sheriff Haledon sat he motioned for them to take a seat in the chairs facing his desk. “I’m assuming you want to talk to me about this Luke Garrett thing,” he said. “But I’ve already read Deputy Moran’s report, and I don’t see that there’s much more we can do.”

“I ain’t trying to be disrespectful ,” Benjamin said, “but Deputy Moran ain’t saying the whole story.” He told how he’d seen the whitewall tire when the truck passed him on Cross Corner Road, then followed Luke Garrett home and peered through the window to see the bearded man.

“And that’s the God’s honest truth,” Benjamin swore.

“Well, Deputy Moran’s report says Luke Garrett’s truck has four black tires, and the man doesn’t have facial hair of any sort.”

“I gotta believe somebody warned him.”

“Benjamin, I’m hoping you aren’t saying Deputy Moran would do a thing like that. I know he has no love of colored folks, but he’s a sworn officer of the law.”

The sheriff’s words landed with a thud. They had the sound of finality, something impossible to argue against.

“I ain’t blaming Mister Moran,” Benjamin said, “but somebody surely did—”

“Who?” the sheriff replied. “Who else knew? Did you mention this to anyone other than Deputy Moran?”

“Unh-unh.” Benjamin shook his head.

“Then it’s just your word against his.”

“It ain’t just my word,” Benjamin pleaded. “A man what’s got a beard, then don’t got a beard. Somebody’s got to seen—”

The sheriff shook his head. “It’s not gonna happen, Benjamin. Luke Garrett’s trashy as they come, but he’s a white man with friends. He’ll lie, and they’ll swear to it.”

“But if somebody seen—”

“Even if they did,” the sheriff said, “there’s no way to prove when Luke shaved it off. It could have been last week, it could have been a month ago.”

Benjamin just sat there, the muscles of his face hard as cement.

“I seen the man what run us down,” Isaac volunteered.

“I know ,” the sheriff nodded, “but it was dark at night, and your description was only that the truck had a whitewall tire and the driver was bearded. Did you see anything else that might help us?”

Isaac looked down at his feet and shook his head sorrowfully.

For nearly a minute the room was silent; then the sheriff spoke.

“I hope you can see the problem I’ve got here, Benjamin. I’m not saying which is right or wrong , but in the best interest of all concerned I’ve got to accept Deputy Moran’s word. If I was to charge Moran with covering up a crime based on nothing but your word, there’d be an uprising in Bakerstown such as we’ve never seen.”

Benjamin listened, expressionless and stoic.

“But it ain’t right,” Isaac said. “He run down my mama.”

The sheriff gave a sad nod. “Maybe he did and maybe he didn’t. Unless we can prove something…” He let his voice trail off; the thought was something no one wanted to hear.

Benjamin stood to leave, but Sheriff Haledon rose from his chair and came around the desk. He put his hand on Benjamin’s shoulder. “What’s done is done,” he said. “Nothing you do is gonna bring Delia back. Maybe this isn’t fair, but it’s the way life is. The best thing for you to do now is take care of your boy.”

Still somewhat expressionless, Benjamin turned and looked into the sheriff’s face; the expression he saw was sincere and honest.

“Thank you, sir,” he said, then reached for the door.

Although Benjamin never heard it, Sheriff Haledon said, “I wish you well, Benjamin, God knows I do.”

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