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  • Paperback: 336 pages
  • Publisher: WaterBrook Press (May 4, 2010)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 140007309X
  • ISBN-13: 978-1400073092
  • Product Dimensions: 5.4 x 0.7 x 8.3 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 8.8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 3.9 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (178 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #968,303 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

While home schooling her four kids, Kristen Heitzmann wrote her first novel. It became one of a five book historical series. Since then, she has written three more historical novels and eight contemporary romantic and psychological suspense novels including The Still of Night, nominated for the Colorado Book Award, The Tender Vine, a Christy Award finalist and Christy Award winning Secrets. She lives in Colorado with her husband Jim, sundry family members, and pets.

Follow Kristen online at www.KristenHeitzmann.com

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One
 
What therefore God hath joined together,
let not man put asunder.
—MARK 10:9, KING JAMES VERSION
 
Wrapped in a woolen throw, Jonah stared out through moon-silvered evergreen spires. He drew in the clean, sharp air of the rugged mountains, the piercing stars visible to an amazing depth, the sickle moon casting the clearing in stark relief. He had not expected
to sleep—didn’t dare with memories tugging so hard. He shut his eyes and let the night enclose him. The chilled tip of his nose stung as he breathed the piquant scents of wild grasses, earth, and pine, a heady overlay with a hint of moisture condensing in the cold and dark.
 
The beam above moaned with the motion of the porch swing, a rhythmic counterpart to the rushing creek out of sight in the dark except for flashes of white where water struck rock. He felt something brush against his hand and looked down. A white, powdery moth fluttered at the lighted face of his watch. The fluffy whoosh of an owl passed, a silent shadow in search of a small, beating heart.
 
His pulse made a low throb in his ears. He moved the breath in and out through his lungs, filling his senses easier than stilling the thoughts. Somewhere in the rocky crags a coyote yipped, one of the few predators that had enlarged its range in spite of human encroachment, a bold and canny cohabiter, bearing ever bolder offspring. A long howl sailed into the night, a territorial declaration, signaling roving males to stay away, any females to come hither. He pressed up from the swing and leaned on the rail, trying to get a bead on the coyote’s location. After a time, he turned and went inside.
 
Piper loved morning, the brightness, the cleanness of a new day. But morning started with the sunrise, not when the sky was still black and the room shivery. She burrowed her feet deeper beneath the down comforter, avoiding the inevitable for one more moment. It was too brief a moment. She crabbed her hand across the lace-covered bed stand and stopped the alarm on the cell phone before it could nag her. She would do her own nagging, as she had ever since she’d realized no one else intended to. Not that they didn’t care, just that she was on her own when it came to responsibility, reliability, accountability.
 
She groomed, and dressed without shedding the film of sleep. Just a few years ago she could have slept all day—if she’d let herself. She slipped on her jacket and turned up the collar, switched on the iPod in her pocket and inserted the ear buds. Enya’s “OnlyTime” accompanied her out the door.
 
The first gasp of cold air pierced her fog. She drew a flashlight from the other pocket and trudged behind the beam down the steep path, weaving through the pines. Even August nights lost the days’ warmth to the thin mountain atmosphere, which the sun would heat once again. Streaks of deep magenta broke through the black tree silhouettes, announcing dawn, but around her, darkness clung. Over the music, she detected the rushing of Kicking Horse Creek, which paralleled the main street through Old Town. Neither dark and muddy nor sluggish and green, the creek ran frothy white and clear down to the rocky bed.
 
She couldn’t see it from the path even if the sun were up, but its voice carried up the stony crags as she picked her way down the steepest stretch of the path. Her nostrils constricted. She slapped a hand to her mouth and nose to block a putrid scent carried on the sharp air. She swung her light, and the beam caught a furry mound of carnage. She hurried past, gagging. The path ended behind the Half Moon, but she continued on to the next door, unlocked the bakery, and let herself into Sarge’s kitchen. Soon, warm, yeasty aromas tinged with almond, vanilla, and cinnamon banished the dead animal stench in her nostrils. She had memorized the recipes the first week, easy enough as Sarge had served the same eight things since opening the bakery thirty years ago. After twenty years in army kitchens, he saw no need for variety in the mess. She hadn’t baked before, but  she’d taken to it, and with a little freedom, the slightest leeway, she might shine. But three weeks into the job, she had yet to sneak a variation by Sarge or convince him to feature anything not indelibly written on the dusty menu board.
 
She lifted and folded the dough over the plump, rum-soaked raisins, tucking them in like well-fed babies under a fluffy blanket, then put them to bed in the nice warm oven. Down for their nap, just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. Sweet little raisin rolls, just the way Sarge liked them.
 
She closed the oven, moved to the other end of the counter, and checked the measuring cup in which she had sprinkled yeast over warm water and whisked in sour cream and sugar. Cutting together flour, butter, and salt, she glanced quickly toward the door. No Sarge yet.
 
She combined the ingredients to make a coarse dough that when properly rolled and folded should bake into lovely light croissants—not something Sarge could envision. The back door banged. He came in, hung his red plaid coat on the hook, and turned his head like a vulture’s on the end of his question-mark spine. She did hurt for him. The photo
in the front of the store showed a strong, military physique. It couldn’t be easy to curl up like a lemon rind in the sun.
 
“Good morning, Sarge.”
 
“Humph.” His sunken eyes peered down his long bulbous nose. Lucky he had rank or his moniker might have been Beak. Or Gonzo. Sarge fit, although he didn’t look capable of any spit-flecked rants today. Lately his pain had been bad enough to reduce the rages to sarcastic skirmishes of parleyed insults she could swear he enjoyed. She’d even imagined
a glimmer of relief, once or twice, that she was there.
 
“Are those the currant scones?”
 
“Already baking. The rolls too.”
 
He toddled toward her, hands bent at his chest like a bald eaglet just
out of the egg. He scowled. “What is it this time?”
 
She checked her surprise. “Gruyère and sun-dried tomato croissants.”
 
 “Not in my store.” He pushed through the swinging door to the front. She stared after him. Progress. He’d asked what she was making, not accused her of stealing the ingredients.
 
Breathing the honey scent of beeswax, Tia lowered the candles into the clear amber liquid, curbing her natural impatience. Any pause or jerk would leave a flaw each ensuing dip would reinforce. She worked hard to keep her hand steady. Dipping tapers had trained her in self-control better than any scolding instructor.
 
She raised the wooden bar looped with six double wicks. As soon as the air touched the wax, it paled to ocher. She fitted the bar onto the side braces to cool the tapers before lowering them again, each plunge having the potential to reclaim with greedy heat what solidity the cool air had bestowed. The life metaphor struck her again. The destructive power of pain; the strength of endurance. She would give them all they needed to stand strong, even though their fate was to burn away, the glow and aroma of their passing a benediction.
 
A knock brought her out of her thoughts, and she wended through the dim shop where little by little she had replaced the former knickknacks with candles, scented oils, and hand-thrown melting pots. She looked around, satisfied that nothing she saw was made in China. “Just a sec,” she called through the door, tangling with the keys since she hadn’t opened yet.
 
“Try this.” Piper raised the drooping croissant. Tia bit into the buttery, melted-cheesy pastry, savoring a chewy tang of sun-dried tomatoes and fresh basil. She leaned her shoulder to the doorjamb and sighed. Not all Piper’s creations worked, but this one…“Mmm.”
 
“You like it?”
 
“Oh yeah.”
 
“You’re not just encouraging me because you hope I’ll get better if I keep trying?”
 
“No, it’s really—”
 
Piper snatched the croissant out of her hands, turned the bitten end around in the parchment, and held it out to someone else. “Try something new?”
 
Tia leaned out far enough to see the person approaching. Lanky in jeans, mountain boots, and brown leather jacket bearing the police department emblem, he looked as ragged as a night spent with Johnny Walker, though she didn’t smell it on him, had not, in fact, for years. Even so, every muscle in her hardened—a visceral reflex as automatic as breathing.
 
He said, “Excuse me?”
 
His features were edged, and in an instant she realized what day it was.
 
“The croissant.” Piper flashed her sunny smile.
 
“Oh. No. Thanks.”
 
“One bite,” Piper cajoled, a hypnotic maneuver she had mastered.
 
“And your honest opinion.”
 
He took a bite and chewed slowly, the muscles rippling along his jaw.
“What are the red things?”
 
“Sun-dried tomatoes.” Piper bit her lower lip.
 
“Taste a little fishy.”
 
“The gods speak,” Tia muttered.
 
“Fishy?”
 
“They’re not fishy, Piper.” Tia folded her arms. “A little tangy maybe.”
 
His gaze flicked over, weighing, measuring her. He must have been doing something in his official capacity, but she didn't care what. Sometimes they went weeks without crossing paths, but every time the encounter arced between them like a chemical adhesion, the two parts of epoxy that ...

More About the Author

Kristen Heitzmann is the bestselling author of contemporary romantic suspense, psychological suspense, and historical novels, including Christy Award winners Secrets and The Breath of Dawn, and finalists Indivisible and The Tender Vine. An artist and mountain hiker, Kristen lives in Colorado with her husband, Jim, and extended family.

Customer Reviews

Heitzmann always does a wonderful job with character development.
M. LaPointe
In my opinion there are simply too many characters and too much going back and forth from one person's "back story" to the next.
Books and Chocolate
I highly recommend this book if you like a good, clean, suspenseful novel.
Miriam from Wheels Have Eyes

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13 of 13 people found the following review helpful By tmtrvlr on May 13, 2010
Format: Paperback
Indivisible is a psychological drama with interesting characters and edgy plot. Each of the main characters has a past from which they are trying to break free. Kristen Heitzmann's superb writing handles several different plot lines without confusing or cluttering the story.

This is not a light Christian read, but if you like thrillers, crime or psychological dramas you will be pleased with Indivisible. Reading the short parts of the book about the animal cruelty is difficult, but the book is balanced with a wonderful side plot about a timid semi-wild animal and its bonding with a human.

I highly recommend Indivisible for readers not afraid of the thriller/crime genre. You won't find the coarse language or steamy scenes that usually go along with that genre, but you will find an exciting plot with flawed people, redemption, and forgiveness. The main characters are either people of faith or those just learning what that means.
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9 of 9 people found the following review helpful By Bookreporter on June 4, 2010
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I am going to urge you in the strongest possible terms to buy and read INDIVISIBLE by Kristen Heitzmann. Heitzmann's name might be unfamiliar to you, although she has written two historical series and eight contemporary romantic suspense novels, including the award-winning SECRETS. This current book is a true reflection of the breadth and depth of her talent. Heitzmann's work in general is informed by a Christian spirituality, and INDIVISIBLE is no exception. What she accordingly accomplishes here could be classified as rare and remarkable. Without resorting to graphic language, explicit sex, or violent mayhem, she creates scenes that are softly sensual and tension-filled, wrapped within a character-driven and ultimately uplifting mystery.

The driving theme of INDIVISIBLE is forgiveness, not only of others but of oneself. Jonah Westfall is the second-generation police chief of Redford, Colorado, a small mountain town that is inwardly tranquil but that pulsates with hidden secrets both old and recent. Westfall is a recovering alcoholic who continues to harbor guilt over a past act that keeps him from Tia Manning, the only woman he has ever truly loved, a woman who has erected barriers of her own against Westfall. As is quickly made clear, Westfall is considered by women to be extremely attractive, and they make no secret of it to him. Yet he only has eyes for Manning, who harbors a shame of her own for an act that has ostracized her from her family. Both are slowly drawn back into the world.

For Westfall, his guide is Jay, who aided him in his first painful steps into recovery and beyond. Manning is drawn by the seemingly naïve Piper, a young woman who rents a room from Manning and who befriends her.
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9 of 9 people found the following review helpful By Molly on May 13, 2010
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Three words: Oh. My. Goodness. Where have I been hiding to not have read Kristin Heitzmann's work before? I have heard nothing but highest praises for Kristin's work and was anxious to read one of her books, so when the opportunity arose to review this book, I jumped on the chance! I was NOT disappointed!

Kristin's words drew my mind in immediately. I felt a strong connection with all of the characters. The skill in which Heitzmann writes with is astonishing. The plot, characters, and events transformed into life before me. Amongst the thrilling suspense and romance that Heitzmann uses there is clean Christian values woven in, making this a breathtaking thriller!

I'm not going to say that this was a "light" read.....it's infact the opposite, with emotional twists and edge-of-your seat thrills...but it is an easy read. One that I read in one night. Is this a book that I would recommend with 5 stars? Absolutely! Is this an author I would read books by again? Most definitely! So please....give Kristin Heitzmann's Indivisible a try! It's an adventure you don't want to miss!
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8 of 8 people found the following review helpful By Jennifer S. Brandes on May 13, 2010
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This was the first book by Kristen Heitzmann I've ever read. But it will not be my last. I love a good mystery novel and this had a little of everything in it. Not only that but the author is a fellow home school mom!!

I got this book and read it in one day. She does such a good job at making you feel a part of the story. From all the characters to the small town. She also keeps you on your toes...I loved how the stories went back and forth. Keeps you..the reader...thinking! I will not say anymore because with a book this good it is hard for me to not give away all the good parts.

I'm going to be looking for more books from this author. Thank you Waterbrook Multnomah for giving me a copy of this book for review.
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful By S. Nichols on August 31, 2010
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I had read previous reviews of this book before purchasing it: some said it was too gruesome, too religious, not religious enough....I wanted to find out for myself, because I like Heitzmann's other books. So, to clarify, there is some gruesomeness in this book, definitely. And perhaps knowing it would be there ahead of time helped me 'skim' those parts. I wouldn't say this book is overly religious by any standard. And yes, the word 'hell' is in the book twice as a curse word. So I can see where those critics are coming from. However, the story is very well-written, interesting, suspenseful, and, it has a good wrap-up at the end. That's something you can usually count on in a Heitzmann novel..I like how she doesn't leave you hanging at the end (at least in the stand-alone books).
I really liked the characters in this book. They were realistic, identifiable, and well-developed. Piper, Sarge, Sue Donelly, the supporting characters to Tia and Jonah, were very much a part of the overall story, and I felt like I knew a lot about them all. Miles,Liz, and Lucy, the more mysterious characters, you find out more at the very end. One reviewer said that Heitzmann was not good at writing suspense, that she just left out big chunks of info that you wouldn't find out for pages later. I think that actually is a characteristic of suspense. We come in on multiple characters' stories right as they all converge, and we piece together the information we are given as the story unfolds. Anyone who hasn't read the whole book probably shouldn't be reviewing it, because they missed the ending, the wrap up, the POINT if you will.
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