"Love Against the Autumn Sky: Willa Fredrick's Captivating Tale of Family, Love, and Redemption in the Utah Landscape." A decade after abandoning her Utah roots for a glamorous life in New York, artist Ava MacDaniel returns to open a gallery. Her seemingly perfect life takes an unexpected turn when reconciling with her estranged family becomes a condition for her dream. Meanwhile, Macy Paxton, still haunted by the disappearance of her soldier husband, navigates life on their Utah ranch. As Ava and Macy's worlds collide, secrets unravel, and unexpected connections emerge, leading to a poignant exploration of love and sisterhood. In her debut novel, Willa Fredrick crafts a mesmerizing narrative set against the autumn skies of Utah, where shattered pasts may hold the keys to a perfect future. Willa Fredrick debuts with a compelling narrative, seamlessly blending love, loss, and familial bonds against the backdrop of Utah's picturesque landscape. Her storytelling prowess captures the intricacies of human relationships with authenticity and grace. "Love Against the Autumn Sky" invites readers into a tapestry of emotions, where family ties, love, and redemption interweave against the breathtaking Utah landscape. Willa Fredrick's debut is a spellbinding journey that proves sometimes the most beautiful futures arise from the fractured pieces of our pasts. Perfect for those seeking a heartfelt exploration of love, loss, and the enduring strength of sisterhood in the midst of life's complexities. Willa Frederic is a pseudonym for Galadriel Stineman. In addition to writing novels, Galadriel is an award-winning TV and film actor, screenwriter, and acting teacher. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and two children. EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER ONE: Ava MacDaniel glanced out the rain-streaked window of the Escalade. Sure enough—twenty-nine blocks had blurred by in what felt like seconds. She had been so wrapped up in her pie charts and spreadsheets that they could have been in Africa instead of the Upper East Side and she wouldn’t have noticed. “Thanks, Andy,” she said to her driver, tucking the folder into her red Hermès handbag. She reached for the door handle and saw Andy’s smile tighten in the rearview mirror. Ava had made it clear she was perfectly capable of climbing out of a car on her own, but Andy was old-fashioned, and habits die hard. Ava stepped onto the wet sidewalk and smoothed her dress. . .Everything needed to be perfect today. The air felt unusually sticky for early autumn. She looked up and saw heavy clouds gathering and growing darker by the second. What was it people always said about New York? If you don’t like the weather, wait ten minutes. Good thing she was already at her building. As she hurried towards the massive revolving doors, she checked her bag once more: phone, files, binder, wallet. She still felt like she was missing something. Ava yelped and shuffled back as a motorcycle ripped down the narrow alley to her right, echoing its roaring exhaust up the skyscraper walls on either side. Someone shouted her name. She turned and saw Andy, his hand raised in her direction. “I’m sorry, what was that?” she called. “I said good luck, ma’am! I don’t know what you’re walking into today, but I can tell it’s important to you. You’re gonna be great.” Ava grinned, waving as he pulled away from the curb. Andy was right. She was going to be great. True, she was exhausted from staying up until four a.m. going over every sum and punctuation mark, but it was nothing a little under-eye concealer couldn’t handle. She checked her watch: ten minutes to spare. With her plan sketched out to the penny, this should be a piece of cake. Cake. Oh, no. The pastries! She had forgotten to ask Andy to stop on the way. She stuck out her hand, but she knew it was no use; she’d never get a cab at this hour. Ava twisted her long auburn hair into a topknot and tied the belt on her Burberry trench snugly around her waist. She glanced up once more and noticed that the clouds had knit together into a steely blanket that stretched across the whole sky. It was four blocks to Wrobleski’s Bakery... She’d better run.