The Furthest Parish From London

She knows how this ends. Emily Jones has lived in Skelwick her whole life. She knows the geese will need feeding and the fence in the lower field will need mending, and she knows how things go for a farmer's daughter with one good dress when it comes to matters of romance. She has too much sense to pretend otherwise. But when Deacon John James arrives in October of 1790, having come two hundred miles north from London with little more than the clothes on his back and a notebook full of secrets, and stands in that old stone church and preaches sermons that seem to find something in her she did not know was there, she is less certain.
She thinks this man could be her future. But he came to outrun his past, and he does not know yet that he has carried it with him. He thinks he is safe here, in the furthest parish he could find. A small village cannot keep a secret for long. A slow-burn period romance set on the Yorkshire moors. Tender, unhurried, and a kiss for the ages.