Improbable Solution

Maybe Whiterock began with the accumulation of people in the narrow little valley, and maybe not. Or was it the collection of graves on the hillside, graves carved out of chalk too contaminated to be mined? Perhaps there was something peculiar in the bright, clear water of Hackberry Creek. Or was Whiterock something else, something sleeping deep in the earth and waiting to be awakened? Gus Loring wasn't worrying about anything but forgetting the past when he came to Whiterock, Oregon. He certainly didn't expect to find a woman who needed him. And when Sally Carruthers started looking beyond her own problems, she didn't plan on finding a man who could make her forget them. So why did the future suddenly look brighter, when nothing had really changed? Or had it?

About the Author

Judith B. Glad was one of those fortunate children to be raised by someone who believed in magic. A great aunt, with whom she lived until she was almost seven, filled her imagination with stories of adventure and derring-do and magic, never letting her know which was fact and which was fiction. With a childhood like that, is it any wonder she grew up wanting to create worlds in which the good guys--male and female--always win, where right always prevails, and where love is the most important force in the universe? Sidetracked by reality, Judith started a family, followed a couple of careers, went back to school, and ended up as a botanical consultant. Eventually the kids all left the nest and she cut back on the consulting, leaving her with time to work on those worlds. Of course there were all those places she'd always wanted to visit, those books crying to be read, and those hobbies waiting to be sampled. Now she divides her time among them all, and finds her days far busier than ever. Judith and her husband live in Portland, Oregon, where flowers bloom every month of the year and snow usually stays on the mountains where it belongs. It's a great place to write, because the rainy season lasts for eight months--a perfect excuse to stay indoors and tell stories. Judith has four children, all grown, two granddaughters and a grandson, and a husband who supposedly retired a couple of years ago, but still spends a lot of time building gadgets and inventing interesting little gizmos. He also reads her books and does floors-and no, he’s not for rent or sale!

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