Cori Matheson has just lost the only man she has ever loved. With two small children and another on the way, Cori is left with a house she cannot afford; she places an ad in the local paper to rent out the attic room in her Franklin, Texas, home. But Cori has no idea that when her ad is answered, her life will change forever. College student Will Williams plans to spend his summer hiatus exploring the country, but when car problems strand him in Franklin, he has no choice but to find a temporary room to rent. Cori welcomes Will into her home while he waits for his car to be repaired, and they unwittingly ignite racial tension in their bigoted town—for Cori is white and Will is black. As a burning desire ignites the couple, the room becomes more than just a refuge for Will, who is anxious to begin his rite of passage into manhood. Meanwhile, Cori is about to discover that her vengeful ex-husband will stop at nothing to ruin her happiness.Room in the Attic is a poignant romantic tale that reaches across racial lines and limitless boundaries and teaches that through humility and unconditional love, nothing is ever impossible.
Vivian gives an overview of the book:
The reservation was only a short drive, and really within walking distance if you didn’t mind the scorching sun and dusty roads. By the time they reached it, Cori let her troubles go for the moment as she watched Will’s reaction to the reservation. His look of complete amazement said it all, as though he was unable to believe what he was seeing. It seemed as though time had gone on and forgotten about the reservation completely. The clay huts once inhabited by the Indians’ ancestors were still standing, with cinder block houses and trailers built all around them. The faces of the elders huddled in the sparse shade reflected the oppression of being restricted to the vast confinement of the desert. But that confinement seemed to have no effect on the children, who were out playing in the hot evening sun. Getting out of the car, Cori watched as Will took Rion from his seat and went to the trunk, retrieving his pad and charcoals from it. Realizing there was too much to capture in one setting, he knew he’d have to return to get the rest on another trip. Cori continued to watch him, interested, as he sat on the hood of the car. His hands seemingly drew everything that his eyes focused on as they roamed the reservation, taking in the scenery, never missing one detail. It amazed her how he could see the beauty that surrounded them, when all she could see was the dusty parched landscape, nothing that seemed worthy of transposing to paper. Nevertheless, it was just as he’d said, beauty was a perception that was in the eyes of the beholder. Seeing him at work, she realized that he was giving life to individuals and surroundings that’d died long before they knew they existed. Adding color to images that were too faded to see, shaping the imagery; his obvious talent gained her respect and she appreciated his art even more.
Vivian Moore has been writing for more than fourteen years. She resides in Chattanooga, Tennessee, with her four children, four grandchildren, and extended family. This is her first published novel.