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The winter of 2014 has been harsh here in Kentucky, but ...

Rebecca has finished researching and outlining the next three book series of Kentucky Girls Books. It's set in the cave region of Kentucky during the 1920s when Mammoth Cave and other caves first became popular as tourist sites. The central character is 12-year-old Torry who is trying to make her family's cave as popular as Mammoth Cave.

Kentucky Girls Books feature brave, young Kentucky girls facing realistic problems in historic settings.

 
Visiting the Kentucky Book Fair
Our stories of girls from long ago are meant to inspire today's Kentucky girls to take women’s issues to heart and seek their own rightful place in the world.
cover of Road    Our first Kentucky Girls Books adventure is Road to Pleasant Hill.
   On page 32 in that book you'll read ...
 
         Betsy had barely closed her eyes when she heard a breathy, hacking noise coming from one of the nearby beds. It sounded deep and raspy, like the way Tad coughed when he had the croup as a baby.
         Betsy looked over at Grace. From the rise and fall of the blankets, and the deep sighs coming from beneath them, she could tell Grace was sound asleep. There it was again, a bit muffled, but definitely a cough. It must be coming from Ruth, Betsy thought. Ruth was the only other person in the room.
         Peeking over the covers, Betsy adjusted her eyes to the moonlight that bathed the room. With Ruth’s bed right next to hers, Betsy could easily watch a thin, white arm snake from beneath the blankets and reach under the mattress. The arm pulled out what looked like a small twig of dried leaves.
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