"Ms.
Norato's attention to historic detail...will sweep you back in time and
keep you there through the whole book. There's adventure, kidnapping,
romance, and twists and turns that keep you guessing. All combine to
make a worthwhile story that I highly recommend." - MaryLu Tyndall,
author of Surrender the Dawn
An unsolved mystery separates ex-privateersman, Captain Brogan Talvis, from his lost son -- his only living relation. Shortly before her tragic demise, his wife abandoned their infant to strangers, refusing to reveal the child's whereabouts. Now, three years later, Brogan has discovered the boy at the home of shipbuilder's daughter Lorena Huntley.
Lorena guards a dark secret about her young charge. She finds herself falling for the heroic captain who has come to claim his newly-built ship, unaware that his motive for wooing her is to befriend the boy he plans on reclaiming as his own.
When Lorena is abducted, helplessly ship bound for England, the perfect opportunity for Brogan to reclaim his son unfolds. Yet he is haunted by thoughts of Lorena in her dire circumstance, forced to make a heartrending choice between fleeing with his child or rescuing the woman who has begun to capture his heart.

Reviews for Prize of My Heart:
"This wholesome,
exciting and thoroughly satisfying novel is a perfect escape. It filled
my mind with the sights and sounds of a harbor town, delicious food
and, happy family life, and then it returned me to my own world,
contented and enriched." - Tea Time with Annie Kate
"Rich language evokes such incredible images that I swear I can still smell the tangy scent of salt in the air!...Prize of My Heart is definitely a delight to read and not one that historical fans dare miss." - Best Reads (2010-2012)-Kav
"Her [Lisa's]
compelling prose and stirring scenes swept me away into this novel and I
found it hard to put down. This is a captivating story full of all the
elements to love in this genre...Prize of My Heart is a gem of a novel
and I look forward to more from this promising author." - Mocha with
Linda
"I don't
typically enjoy books in this particular genre, but Norato has made me a
believer! She writes with the perfect blend of romance wrapped in a
Christian worldview, suspense and nostalgia. Her story reads like a
beautifully written poem at times. The description she provides of both
the characters and scenery make you feel as if you are right there in
the story yourself." - Mother of Three
"Prize of My Heart
is a very heartwarming story set in the aftermath of The War of 1812. I
wasn't sure what to expect, but I've ended up with another new
favorite author. The characters were well thought about and created, and
as we follow their lives through the story we grow to love them as our
friends and family!" - SplashesOfJoy
"This is such a fun
book! Packed full of adventure with mystery and romance and plenty of
twists and turns, all the way to the end I was not sure what would
happen. I loved the characters that Lisa brings to life in this book,
people full of history and imperfection that make you feel for them in
their present situations." - Cornhusker Academy

Excerpt
Duxboro, Massachusetts, 1815
Captain Brogan Talvis rounded the stern of his newly-constructed, square-rigged ship, when from across the shipyard the sight of a young woman took him aback.
He’d ventured out for an early, private inspection—his first sight of the 880-ton merchantman—and what a beauty she was! Soon she would be christened the Yankee Heart. Until then, she rested complete and ready to be launched on a pair of stocks that sloped down the bank into the Bluefish River.
All he’d wanted was a few, solitary moments alone with his precious ship. An opportunity to reflect on all that had brought him to this seaside town on the south shore of Massachusetts and the mission that still lay ahead.
Brogan had fully expected the yard to be deserted at this early hour—only moments ago he’d caught his first glimmer of the sun behind a horizon of bay inlets and calm waters—but there, in the flat stretch of marshland beyond, among the tall, gently-swaying grass, sat the girl on a broad, flat rock.
He found it odd that she should be alone in such a place. Her legs were drawn up, spine curved in a long, slim arc with her forehead resting on her knees, her face concealed from view. Lengthy whorls of ginger brown hair escaped a white cotton kerchief knotted atop her head. She wore a checked, gingham dress the color of mustard seed relish and Boston brown bread. From beneath its ruffled hem, the toes of a pair of serviceable shoes pointed toward the river.
Brogan stepped forward, the soles of his black leather Hessians crackling over a clutter of wood chips—golden new chips scattered and heaped over faded, aged ones. A summer breeze stirred the air, hinting of salt and carrying the fragrances of fresh lumber and pine tar.
As he looked more closely, he noticed the girl’s muslin apron stained with spots of a deep berry red. A kitchen maid, no doubt, but what business had she, idling about a shipyard at this hour of the morning? Her presence annoyed him.
Why should he feel so drawn, so curious about her, when a matter of far weightier import occupied his head and heart?