Donna B Snow

After the Fire - Clare Revell

2012-02-16T22:08:00.045-05:00

Welcome back, Clare! How wonderful to see you again! Thanks Donna. It's lovely to be here again. And how nice to see you're still wrapping us up in intrigue and tension! LOL Hehe, had to do something with all the left over Christmas paper and I love wrapping up.

I love the way you bend and twist a suspense filled story until it finally gives way and relieves the reader of the burden of wondering...quite a mastermind you are. Thank you. :)

How do you come up with these plots? You must spend hours just planning all the twists and turns! Actually, they tend to write themselves. I start off with a basic idea and it goes from there. With After The Fire it started with a sheet of paper I found under the bed in my idea's folder. It was a list of items found in a box that my sister had been given for homework many years ago. I'd copied it out because I liked the premise of writing the story behind the box. Took a very long time to do it but this is the result

Have you always written suspense? You seem very good at it! Blushes. My rejection folder would say otherwise lol. I love crime drama and mysteries and romance. Writing the way I do combines all of them. But yeah, I find writing straight romance really hard. Even my first attempts when I was five, were rewrites of Little Red Riding Hood, where the hero saves the heroine from the villain. (still has those cos Dad kept all my school books.) The fun bit is giving the characters as much grief as possible, scattering a few dead bodies tastefully around, and still giving the reader the satisfying happily ever after they crave.

And I hear you have a new series to come. Is that inspirational romantic suspense, also? Yes, they are. They revolve around the poem Monday's Child, with the main character having the characteristics of the same line from the poem. I'm currently working the edits for Wednesday's Child. Wednesday's Child according to the nursery rhyme is full of woe. Liam is an alcoholic, ex-missionary, who's convinced God abandoned him and his wife on the mission field when they were attacked by terrorists. The book is his journey back to sobriety, faith, and maybe love.

Together with my editor Lisa and Nicola, we redid the rhyme to fit the series. Each line is essentially the tag for the book, giving a cryptic clue but nothing more.

Monday’s Child must hide for protection,
Tuesday’s Child tenders direction
Wednesday’s Child grieves for his soul
Thursday’s Child chases the whole
Fridays Child is a man obsessed
Saturday’s Child might be possessed
And Sunday’s Child on life’s seas is tossed
Awaiting the Lifeboat that rescues the lost.

Ooh, I love it! I can't wait till those start coming out! Well you've certainly given us something to look forward to! Thank you for stopping by! Thanks for having me here today :)

After the Fire:

Private investigator, Freddie Flynn, wants nothing to do with the man who left her fifteen years ago—or the God he abandoned her for—especially if reports of corruption within high ranking levels of the P.I. firm are true. She might have to accept him as the company V.P., but she doesn’t have to trust him. Jason Bryant knows his leaving to enter the ministry cut Freddie deep, but now he’s returned to Headley Cross and wants to make amends. But Freddie’s different—jaded, distant, distrustful—so what’s he to think when a file claims Freddie is the traitor who’s sabotaging the company? Thrown together on a case that could cost them everything, including their lives, Freddie and Jason must look beyond suspicion and innuendo to catch the real traitor before it’s too late…and maybe, just maybe, they’ll find the love they once shared by listening to the still small voice that comes after the fire.

Ooh, nothing like love spurned to harbor resentment and suspicion, and she's got it in spades - on both sides! Here's a little peek:

Excerpt:

Jason stood there with an amused look on his face. “Is there something wrong?”

“Yes,” she managed, struggling to control her emotions. “I don’t have a partner. I work alone. The boss knows that.”

“You’re really not very good at taking orders are you? Maybe you need to learn.”
Freddie snorted. “If I wanted to take orders, I’d have joined the military.” She broke off. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Jason frowned, his eyes hardening. “No, you shouldn’t have. You can’t always have things your own way. Tell me, what do you have against a partner, Ms. Flynn?”

“I prefer to depend on myself. If I work alone, I don’t have to trust anyone, and I don’t get hurt when they let me down or betray me.”

Something flashed in Jason’s eyes and a shaft of guilt pierced her. She brushed it aside. He deserved that one. Taking a deep breath she continued, using the professional tone he’d adopted. “What did you want to see me about, Mr. Bryant?”

“The boss wants to see you. I’ll wait here. We’ll talk when you get back.”

The last thing she wanted was for him to sit in her office, touching her things. A flash of his hands running along her CD’s, putting music on her stereo, and caressing her arms, ran unwanted through her mind. “I still have to brief Sadie on all my cases. I don’t know how long I’ll be. I can’t ask you to sit here and wait.”

“You didn’t ask. I said I’d wait here.” He looked at her, hands on his hips, standing his ground. “I wouldn’t keep the boss waiting, if I were you. He doesn’t like that.”

“I know that—”

He held up his hand to stop her from further comment. “Just go. We’ll discuss your attitude to your superiors on your return. Now run along, like a good little girl. Go on, run, scoot, skedaddle, adios, vamoose...”

“Yes, sir.”

Review:

After the Fire is full of attitude - I loved it! What a spunky lead character Freddie is! She is ever on guard of her already broken heart, trying to keep it from being broken again. And on top of that, to be suspected and not trusted by the person who still holds its pieces could be devastating.

Misjudging a person is never easy to apologize for - doing it twice can be downright devastating. Jason is a man's man who stands on ethics and morals and Godly principles. But he still hasn't learned one of the golden rules - not to judge others - because what you see isn't always what it appears to be.

Great characters, great story! I loved it!

Miracles - Joanie Hileman

2012-02-13T22:40:00.002-05:00

Wow, it's not often you get to see a husband and wife both in the top 100 books listed on Amazon at the same time!!!

As you probably know, I hosted Messages by John Michael Hileman last week, and today, I have Miracles by Joanie Hileman.

And wouldn't you know it, I couldn't even make it through the first story without crying. Nothing like a good miracle to bring on the tears. In this case an angel...and yes, I do believe in angels here on earth. And I definitely believe in miracles. I've seen/lived a few in my own lifetime.

I absolutely love Joanie's comment before she begins to share the stories:

"It took two years to get through to me, 'cause I'm not the smartest knife in the drawer, but eventually I realized God can use anyone to do anything, if only we are willing to take His hand and go where He leads. And right now, if you are holding a finished copy of Miracles in your hands, it's all God's work - because I'm not trained as a writer, and I never finish long projects."

Isn't that so typical? Have you ever heard/felt God nudge you to do something, and you just shrug it off and turn away? Well, when it's something He really wants, He doesn't let you rest. A call from God is a summons. This is something He wants YOU to do. Yeah, He could find someone else, but there's a reason He chose you. Joanie, I'm glad you answered the call. Just another miracle from God's hand, trusting that through you, He could do it.

I think we've all recognized a miracle or two in our own lives, but here, Joanie has compiled 32 stories of miracles that different people have experienced. And although all may not appear as miracles to everyone, to each person what is truly a miracle may be totally different.

I know in my own life there have been several life saving miracles that I literally saw the hand of God guide/cover/protect me. Come share in a few miracles from other people's lives - perhaps it will help you to see the miracles He performs in yours!

Blurb:

A dying child counts angels in her room. A teenage boy stuns doctors by recovering from a massive brain injury. A bubble of protection surrounds a man about to be hit by a car...These miraculous accounts and twenty-nine more are recorded in Miracles: 32 True Stories.

Review:

Miracles is a wonderful compilation of stories that have been shared with Ms. Hileman. Several of them touched me deeply, and many others brought a feeling of thanks for God's wonderful mercy in our lives. I think this is definitely a book worth reading, especially if you can't see what God does for you each and every day.

Samaritan - Robin Bayne

2012-02-09T22:30:00.024-05:00

Welcome back, Robin! Congratulations on your newest release! What a pleasure to read another of your stories and be able to share Samaritan on its first day! I'm beginning to think of you as the teacher of life's lessons through your wonderful stories - and obviously this is no exception.

Blurb:

Tim Gardner has worked hard to rebuild the family business after his older brother nearly destroyed it. He’s restored the clientele base and the restaurant's reputation. But if Rachel Martin can’t get her act together, she won’t fulfill his orders for the Gardner’s Gazebo signature dessert, a gold-leaf cheese cake, which also happens to be Rachel’s secret recipe. When Rachel Martin's partner abandons their bakery and catering business to study with the master chefs in Paris, she's left with nothing but bills and obligations-and no one in Portlandville seems able or willing to help her. No one except for Timothy Gardner, and she knows the handsome young man is only after one thing—her cheese cake. But as she gets to know him, during her time of need, she wonders if maybe there’s a little bit more in the mix. And as Tim gets to know Rachel, he finds himself wanting to be her Good Samaritan--permanently.

Excerpt:

Rachel’s spine straightened, and she squeezed the bridge of her nose before taking the envelope. Willing her hands not to tremble, she opened the unsealed flap and shook out two crisp sheets of folded paper. While Sandy waited, Rachel began to read silently.

My Dearest Rachelle,
I’m so sorry to depart so abruptly, but I’ve accepted a once-in-a-lifetime offer to study under France’s top pastry chef. What an opportunity! I had to leave immediately or risk losing the position, and I apologize for everything, but I must find my true calling. Enclosed is a letter for the bank, giving you full access to the company account. Say farewell to dear Sandra for me, and have a wonderful life using your incredible culinary talents. You’ve been a marvelous partner, but this is what I must do with my future.

Au Revoir, Davie.

Rachel lowered the page. The smell of baking bread permeated the small shop, which she usually loved. Now it seemed to gag her.

What about what she wanted? Had Davie even considered that? What about her future?

"What are you thinking?" Sandy asked, studying Rachel through narrowed eyes.

Rachel sighed, jiggled her knees and pinched her nose again. What was she thinking? She mentally calculated the cost of the new equipment she’d just ordered, the large supply of goods on their way and the catering jobs lined up for the next few weeks. Silently she gave Sandy the note and pushed her chair back from the table with a scrape of wood across wood.

She paced from the counter to the glass front door, running her hand across the clean, smooth surfaces. Her stomach remained down near her toes and now burned with the adrenalin of panic. What was she going to do without Davie? This was his business, his life—he’d hired her right out of high school because she could decorate a complex, three-tiered wedding cake like a pro. Everything else she knew about food preparation, booking jobs, and organizing parties had come from him—had been his area of expertise.

"So what now?" Sandy’s brows knit together in concern, her worried expression fortifying the pounding in Rachel’s temples.

"I’m not sure."

Review:

Caught up in the mess left by the owner of the company, Rachel has to find a way to make a go of it on her own. Dealing with one crisis after another she shows her strength of character and her willingness to do whatever she needs to because she is fully committed running the shop on her own.

Tim has a lot at stake too, and goes through some major internal battles between what's best for the restaurant, as well as what's right - and what's best for himself personally. Toss a bit of emotional attraction into the mix and sometimes it's hard to know what he should do.

What a wonderful story of learning to be independent and self-reliant - and then realizing there's more to life. Learning to lean on God and to trust others is a lot of work and it can get a bit confusing sometimes trying to figure out what's best for everyone.

Great job, Robin! I loved it!

Robin Bayne is the award-winning author of six novels and five novellas, along with a variety of short stories. She has contributed to collections including God’s Way for Teens, God’s Way for Fathers and Cup of Comfort Devotionals; and published articles in Writer’s Journal and Christian Communicator. She has given workshops at regional and online romance writing conferences and the Writer’s Digest World’s Largest Writing Workshop. She lives in Maryland with her husband of twenty-one years, and works a "day job" at a community savings bank. Robin recently compiled a book of devotionals for writers titled.

You can find out more about Robin at: www.robinbayne.com

Messages - John Michael Hileman

2012-02-08T07:49:00.002-05:00

Today I'm thrilled to have John Hileman here, the author of Messages.

I've got to tell you, this is one author I'll be watching for! Talk about a book that hooks you start to finish!

Please, John, more stories, please!

Blurb:

David Chance can see messages in the sea of words around him, messages that warn him of future events.

Words are everywhere-- on labels, magazines, sign posts, t-shirts-- everywhere. And as much as David Chance would like to hide from them, he can't. Words keep leaping off objects around him, forming messages in his mind. But how is this possible? Has his brain suddenly taken an evolutionary leap forward, or are the mysterious messages proof of divine intervention?

Driven to answer a question he'd long ago abandoned, and stalked by the killer he's trying to stop, David risks everything to follow the messages to a dirty bomb set to go off in the heart of Boston. But can he trust the author of the messages to protect him from a terrorist who seems to know his every move.

Excerpt:

It was a little after 1:30, and it was David’s odious job to meet with the lead producer and the on-line editor to work on a story for the 6:00 news block. David’s role was minor, write down the time-code marks as dictated by the producer, and log what he saw on the screen. It didn’t require a whole lot of concentration, so usually he found himself fending off waves of drowsiness. His creative mind was well suited for accomplishing large abstract tasks, but less than adequate at mundane repetition.

The editor cued the tape. The television monitor flickered and rolled and let off its familiar audio squeal. David logged the starting time-code as the producer began the pre-edit strategy, then leaned back in his chair, awaiting instructions.

He stared at the screen, then heaved a sigh and looked around. This is SO mind numbingly boring! Maybe I can find something to read. He scanned the room, and a notion struck him. His eyes drifted from a coffee mug which read, “Number One Producer,” to a sign on the wall, “Be All You Can Be,” to a monitor displaying the program logo, “In The Know.” From each source he drew a word and constructed a sentence. One Can Know. He smiled to himself; he hadn’t expected to come up with an actual working sentence.

Still bored, he made a second go. His eyes scanned the room and extracted words from the sea of text around him. Will from the Will & Grace poster, exit from the exit sign, needs from a posted letter to employees, and tape from a label indicating Reusable Tape Stock. The sentence solidified in his mind. Will exit needs tape.

The producer turned to David, interrupting his game. “Hey, Chance, could you go get me a tape from my desk. It’s marked...” He paused. “Know what, never mind. I’ll go. There’s something else I have to do anyway.” The producer stood and exited the booth, leaving David in stunned silence.

“What’s wrong with you?” asked the editor.

David offered a weak smile. “Ah––nothing, just something stupid.”

The editor shrugged and turned back to the video gear.

David sat motionless and stared. Did I just predict that? The incident replayed in his mind. I think I did! I predicted the future!

He shook his head. No. It was only a coincidence. It had to be.

David turned the little car down a side street and gunned the engine. Four more blocks and he would be on the Interstate, hopefully just ahead of rush hour traffic.

As he drove, the mysterious incident continued to nag at him. He wanted to dismiss the whole thing as nothing more than a fluke, but he just couldn’t reconcile the fact that the words had been there for him to string together, and his eyes were drawn straight to them. There was no premeditation. He wasn’t even trying to make a sentence. ––Still, it had to be a coincidence.

He scanned the sea of words zipping by outside his window. They beckoned to him from road signs, marquees, window signs... There were plenty of potential sources for a test, perhaps he could give it another shot. After all, a couple of bona fide failures would set his mind at ease.

He looked left through the wiggling rivers of water on his window. “Your One Stop Shop.” And right, at an old barn board. “On Sale Now!” His mind pulled out the words Stop Now! He hit the brake, and the car went into a skid.

The driver in the Mustang behind him laid on the horn, swerved out around, and gunned his engine. David, unable to pull his eyes away, watched the vehicle tear off down the road. As it passed through a green light, an eighteen wheeler ran the red and plowed into the little car from the side. Metal buckled, and windows exploded as both vehicles slid left and disappeared behind a row of buildings.

David sat wide-eyed, gripping the steering wheel, unable to catch a full breath. His heart pounded in his ears, his thoughts a flurry of panic. With a trembling hand, he pushed the door open and stepped out onto the street. Car horns competed with car alarms, and off in the distance a siren wailed.

But to David, it was all a hollow drone.

5 Star Review

If I could make it more than five stars I would. What a fantastic story! The pace never slows down, just picks up speed all the way. And it's amazing how one little thing from the beginning is a huge tie into the end. Phenomenal! Very well done! He kept it all close to his chest and didn't give anything away until the end.

I was going to compare him to another inspirational suspense writer, but you can draw your own conclusions. John Michael Hileman can certainly stand out on his own!

Honestly, if you don't pick this one up, you're really missing out!

You can find more about John and his work at: http://www.christianfantasyauthor.com/

Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Messages-ebook/dp/B005ECT8DO/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1328705724&sr=1-1

Resurrected Love - K.M. Daughters

2012-02-01T23:30:00.003-05:00

K.M. Daughters is the award winning writing team of sisters, Pat Casiello and Kathie Clare. Their penname is dedicated to the memory of their parents: Kay and Mickey Lynch, the "K" and "M" in K.M. Daughters. "The Daughters" are wives, mothers, and grandmothers. Kathie lives in northern New Jersey and Pat lives in the Chicago suburbs. White Rose Publishing inspirational romance titles by K.M. Daughters include Jewel Of The Adriatic, Rose Of The Adriatic and the Gospa Journeys series. "Love heals..."

Welcome, ladies! I've just got to know, how on earth do you write a story together when you live so far apart?

Two critical ingredients are required for our team writing: American Airlines and email. We always brainstorm story lines, character development, and action sequences while we're together – usually walking on the Illinois Prairie Path (near Pat's home), on the sidewalks of Rutherford (our home town and Kathie's home) or along the Nags Head beach (Kathie's favorite vacation spot). We always sit still long enough to write a plot map or outline. We divide up writing responsibility for alternating chapters (such fun – even though we're a team we write all POV's), and then we each "go home", say a prayer and write.

And do you ever disagree on where a story is going? How would you resolve that?

We can't recall specific disagreements, so they must be minor. When we were little, however, frequent nosebleeds were involved…Pat's, Kathie wants to add. Since our brainstorming sessions last as long as they last, we're pretty certain about where we're heading with a story before we begin writing the first draft.

LOL You bully! Nosebleeds, huh? Shame on you!

Do you have certain parts of the writing and editing that each of you do, and does that ever vary?

We alternate chapter writing responsibility and edit each other's chapters as the first draft is created. Pat keeps the master manuscript and she line edits the entire manuscript, also, during the draft stage. Once we complete writing the first draft, Pat does another wholesale edit and then we get together for a read through – aloud. This gives us the opportunity to edit together. We rarely deviate from this process, although occasionally we'll write two sequential chapters, or flipflop responsibility if the characters talk to one of us more than the other at that point.

We're very different women in many ways – for instance, as writers, Kathie hears her characters most often and Pat clearly sees them. But we are extremely connected and similar in all the ways that matter to us. We share a strong faith in God and strive to perfect our relationship with Him in our daily lives. Our inspirational novels and novellas allow us to celebrate our shared love of God and venerate His love for all of us.

Well, what a pleasure it is to have you here. And I see you've brought along your lovely story Resurrected Love. I really enjoyed it and I'm oh so happy to share a little bit about it, with your permission of course...

Well, of course we don't mind...as long as you say something nice.

LOL Makes me think of Bambi and Thumper...if you ain't got nothin' nice to say...

But fortunately I have NOTHING BUT nice things to say about this story!

Blurb:

Jack and Beth Dunne travel separately to Valselo on a good-will pilgrimage to support a local orphanage. Jack uses philanthropy as an excuse to see Beth again after bitterness and grief separated them following the funeral of their five month old son three years ago. Forever soulmates, despite the seemingly impenetrable barriers they have erected between them, will they find the courage to forgive and fix their marriage? Or will they selflessly love enough to let each other go?

Excerpt:

"Mind if we sit for a minute?" Father Mark asked casually, as he turned his head towards the

seating arrangement in the forefront of the office. In a flash, the priest occupied one of the two Barcelona chairs.

Jack joined him reluctantly, the checkbook dangling from his hand.

"I’d like you to go on a trip with me," Father Mark said. ‚For now, I’ll just need one thousand, five hundred, ninety-nine dollars. That covers everything, including air fare."

"What?" Askance, Jack peered at him. "Father...my schedule...what’s the destination?"

"Croatia near the Adriatic. There’s an orphanage there in a village called Valselo, which translates roughly as sea valley. It’s a very special place, run by sisters who lovingly raise children to adulthood, rather than seeking adoptive parents for them. The area is too poor to offer a pool of prospective parents for these orphans, so foreign adoption is the only option. The Valselo visionaries founded the orphanage. They insist that these children should be raised in their culture, believing that foreign adoption would rob the country of its future. The orphanage needs a furnace...and that’s only the beginning."

Relief eased tense muscles and Jack relaxed against the soft leather. "I don’t have a single qualm about giving you any amount that would satisfy you, Father. I’d be glad to help right now. I don’t need to evaluate this place personally."

"Thank you, Jack. And I’ll gladly accept any donation you see fit. But I still want you to write that check and come with me. We leave Friday."

Jack knit his brows. "I’m sorry. But that’s impossible."

"Do you know that Beth works at St. Mary’s? She runs the business office for me."

A myriad of emotions coursed through him, shame foremost. "No...I..." How could he explain the wall of silence between them that had grown ever higher, and more impenetrable?

"This is Beth’s favorite charity, Jack. She pours all the money you send her into it and others like it. She’ll be among the members of the group I’m taking there."

My Beth. My love. The chasm in his heart widened. Guilt and grief winged inside him like swarms of angry insects. "Father, don’t make me talk about this."

A warm hand covered his. "I won’t. But trust me, Jack? Come on this pilgrimage."

"I haven’t spoken to Beth since the funeral. We’ve been separated for three years. She doesn’t want anything to do with me. We can’t get past this, Father." Tears stung the corners of his eyelids at the admission.

His gaze soft, Father Mark squeezed Jack’s hand. "Do you love your wife?"

Jack heaved his chest. "I adore her. But I can’t face her."

"Have I ever asked the impossible of you, Jack?"

"Not really." He grinned, despite the distress talking about Beth engendered. "But at the time, it felt like it."

"You can face her. And you should." FatherMark slipped his hand away and rose from his seat.

"Plus, I want you to bring that checkbook, son."

I love it!!!

Review *****

This is such a wonderful story! The beauty of Valselo, not just in the scenery, but in the people sharing this wonderful pilgrimage is amazing. And the hope and joy that seeps from the pages is something you don't find every day, just another one of His miracles, I think.

Pick up a copy, you won't regret it!

Mattie's Meltaways - Mattie and Tyler

2012-02-01T21:51:00.005-05:00

Oh, I'm so sad this is the last day of our visits, Mary! I can hardly imagine how you must feel with the series coming to an end. I have so enjoyed spending time with the whole cast of this series (not to mention enjoying a morning coffee and treat with you and them). Well, since this is the crown jewel I suppose we ought to get started.

"Morning ladies, I'm sorry but Tyler can't be here this morning. He was helping at a fire in the next town over for most of the night."

"Oh, I hope everyone's okay."

She nodded. "Yeah, they think it was kids smoking in an old barn. It's sad how little attention some parents pay to their kids. Oh well." Mattie pointed to the corner. "Your favorite table's ready and your waitress will be out in a minute."

I look to Mary for a second. "Really, you don't need to wait on us. We know you're all busy--"

"Just sit."

I raised my eyebrows and sat along with Mary. "Can tell she's the mama bear of the clan," I whispered.

"I heard that," she said without even turning around. She whispered something else but I missed it. Then a pint sized waitress stepped out from behind the counter carrying a tray of muffins. "Mattie said you like the blueberry ones best so she made some special for you."

"Oh, thank you sweetie. You must be Jess."

She nodded.

"Would you like to have one with us?"

Jess stared over her shoulder.

"You can have a piece, then you have to get ready for school," Mattie answered with a smile as she set the coffee cups down on the table and poured what smelled like heavenly hazelnut.

I glanced down at Jess as she climbed up on the chair. "Do you remember how your dad and Mattie met?"

Jess nodded and peeked at Mattie. "Um hmmm. Daddy saved Mattie and she made me a chocolate cake."

Mattie laughed. "Okay, let's not give away any more secrets. And it's time to get you to the bus."

She brushed her hands together over the plate then wiped her mouth with a napkin when she finished chewing. "Nice to meet you. Come back soon," she said with a wave as she stepped out the door holding Mattie's hand.

We both sighed. "Well, I guess that's it, Mary. It's been a pleasure getting together here at the bakery and meeting your special friends. I hope to see you again soon."

And I'm sure we will!

Here's the blurb to the last of the Sweet Treats Bakery stories:

Mattie Spencer has spent the last decade raising her three younger and grooming Sweet Treats Bakery into a thriving business. Over the years, she's watched her sisters grow into beautiful women and find the men of their dreams. Now it's her turn, but, at thirty-five, she feels too old to dream of a husband and children of her own. Tyler Jacobs, a firefighter in the small town of Mount Ridge, keeps busy raising his seven-year-old daughter. The death of his wife during three years ago still haunts him, but morning stops into Sweet Treats, along with a dose of conversation and a handful of Mattie's delicious mint meltaways, kindle a desire he thought was extinguished forever. Now Tyler has just one goal--to convince Mattie that love knows no age.

Excerpt:

“One muffin, or two this morning?”

“Make it two, both to go. I’m running a bit late. Jessie forgot her reading book at the house, and we had to rush back for it.” He pulled a paper napkin from the dispenser on the counter. “And then we realized Nibbles—”

“Jessie’s new hamster, right?”

“That’s right.” He rolled his eyes and grinned. “Well, Nibbles escaped from his cage, so we had to launch a search and rescue.”

Mattie laughed. “Was the mission successful?”

“Barely. Fluffy had him cornered in the laundry room.”

“Oh, no. Not the cat.”

“Yes, the cat.” Tyler loosened the zipper on his leather jacket and tugged the collar from his neck. “Anyway, after I calmed Jessie, she insisted on giving Nibbles a good talking to, then Fluffy, too, before we could leave again. Then we were a few blocks from the house when—”

“Let me guess…you realized you forgot the reading book, again.”

“Right.” He groaned and ran a hand across the crown of his head. “I think I have a few new gray hairs.”

“You look fine to me.” Better than fine. Mattie turned her attention to the display case. “But that was some way to start a morning. Sounds like you’ve earned your breakfast.”

“You can say that again.” He sighed and propped his elbows on the counter, leaning in. “And I’ve been looking forward to your apple-cinnamon muffins. Nothing better to quell my appetite.”

“Coming right up.” Mattie reached for a foam cup, poured a robust house blend. Her hands shook as Tyler trained his gaze on her, his deep brown eyes like rich, chocolate coins, and a bit of the cloudy brew splashed onto the hot burner, hissed and spat.

“You OK?” Tyler bolted around the counter and took the carafe from her. He set it back on the burner and reached for her hand. His long fingers grazed her palm, her wrist. “Did it burn you?”

“No. I’m fine.” She waited while he lifted her hand for a closer inspection. Her breath came in small gasps as his fingers gently skimmed hers.

“Well…it looks OK.” He nodded and let her fingers slip from his. “What’s got you so jittery this morning, Mat?”

“Nothing.” Mattie shrugged and brushed damp palms across her apron. The coffee hadn’t burned, but his touch sure had. She turned from his gaze and trembled as the rich brew filled the shop with the aroma of hazelnut and vanilla. With a quivering voice she diverted his attention to something—anything—else.

Review:

Oh, how sweet to watch the love of a father, wanting only what's best for his child- and it comes naturally to Mattie to be a bit of a mother figure to her, too. After all, she's had plenty of experience with it.

But her feelings aren't just for the child. When Tyler saves the bakery, he secures a place in her heart, a place she hadn't even realized was empty until he filled it.

Once again, Ms. Manners has done a wonderful job of drawing us in to the lives of this warm family. How wonderful to see them all finally settled, and how sad to see the end of this series. Thank you for sharing them with us! It's been very sweet!

Mary Manners is an award-winning author of inspirational romance who lives in the beautiful foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains of East Tennessee with her husband and teen-aged daughter. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America and Smoky Mountain Romance Writers.

During the school year, she teaches middle-schoolers reading and Algebra. In her free time, she likes to garden, take long walks with her husband, and read romance novels in a hammock beneath century-old shade trees.

Visit Mary at www.marymannersromance.com

Tessa's Teacakes - Tessa & Colin

2012-01-31T23:00:00.002-05:00

Hi Mary, this ever repeating countdown must be driving you crazy. How can you let go when they're brought up again and again. These people must seem like family to you!

Well, let's see if we can't spend some quality time with Tessa and Colin today.

The jangling of the bell overhead doesn't bother me so much now that I'm used to it. Several days here in the Sweet Treats Bakery has made me immune to sounds and much more sensitive to smells.

"Good morning, ladies. You're tables all set with today's coffee special and a few of Tessa's teacakes," Mattie said as she wiped her hands on the apron around her waist. "We have a bunch of orders to get ready for today so all of us are around..." She looked around. "...somewhere."

With a smile she gestured toward a table. "Have a seat. I'm sure Tessa will be out soon. I'm pretty sure she has a batch of teacakes about ready to come out."

Mattie stepped to one of the ovens, flipped on the light and peered through the glass. "Mmmhmm." She opened the door to the back room and yelled for Tessa. "Your visitor's are here."

"Oh no, I forgot all about them. I've got to get two more batches done for The Ladies Auxiliary, plus..."

"I know. I know. It's okay. We're right on schedule. I know these ladies won't take too much time. They know we're busy." With a glance she made sure we were paying attention and both of us nodded.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming."

Like a whirlwind she swept through the door and stepped over to their table. "Thank you so much for coming, and for talking with all of us, but today is just really...hectic." She glanced back and took a step toward the stove. "Oh no, Mattie, get those out before they're too brown."

Mattie waved her back and took care of getting the trays out.

"Look, I'm not sure I can concentrate on very much--"

The bells over the door rang and in walked a large police officer. He glanced from Tessa to us and his smile turned serious. "You okay. Are these ladies bothering you?"

That brought a grin to Tessa's face. "Oh, cool it, officer." She brushed a hand to his shoulder. "This is Ms. Manners and her friend. I told you they were coming."

"Okay, so what's the problem?"

She waved a hand in the air. "We're just a little busy, here..."

"Really, I only have one question," I said with a shrug. "How did the two of you meet? I mean other than the old line about cops and their coffee and doughnuts..."

Colin's eyes twinkled. "Nothing wrong with a good cup of coffee to keep us alert."

Tessa glanced up at him with a twinkle of her own. "Nothing so tame as that. We met on opposite sides of crime scene tape, or whatever they call it, and he nearly arrested me."

He wrapped his arms around her. "I should have, too. You scared twenty years off me that day. Thank God you promised to spend the rest of them right here at my side."

Sigh. Nothing like a happy ending, or answered prayers...

Blurb:

Tessa, the youngest Spencer sister--and the most impulsive--rushes into the Mount Ridge crisis center bent on saving her brother-in-law. She's ready to handle Brent's abductor, with or without help. What she's not ready to handle is the effect policeman, Colin Phillips, has on her. Romance is the last thing on Tessa's mind. She longs for the adventure and fast-pace of New York City, not being tied to Mount Ridge and a man who insists she shouldn't be so impetuous. After all "independent spirit" is what Tessa does best!

Colin transferred from the police force in Atlanta in order to find closure after the brutal murder of his younger sister. He wants a nice, safe future, not one filled with caring and worrying about another impulsive woman. His sister was naïve and unpredictable, and while Colin is drawn to Tessa's spunk and vitality, her willingness to rush into danger scares him. No way could he cope with another devastating loss. His heart must remain closed where Tessa is concerned.

But God has His own plans...and His own way of changing hearts and cultivating love.

Excerpt:

“Mattie—Jason Sloane’s up there with Brent.” Tessa stepped forward and dipped beneath the caution tape. “Remember the threats Jason made last week when Brent tried to help his wife?”

“Yes.” Mattie paused as she approached the caution tape. Blue and red light washed over her. “But, Tessa, wait! You can’t just go in there.”

Undaunted, Tessa wiggled from Mattie’s grasp and pressed forward. Her heart pounded, and she shivered as the wind picked up and the spill of rain grew from a spit to a shower. The caution tape fluttered and danced in cadence to her nerves. Jason Sloane had fumed when Brent offered Jason’s wife the childcare job at the center, had said he wanted her home with their kids, not raising someone else’s. If Jason Sloane was up there, Brent was in danger. She couldn’t just stand there and wait for something to happen—for someone to help him. “Of course I can go in there…and I will.”

“Hold up there.” The cop holding back the line of spectators planted himself like a gigantic boulder, shoulders back, palms clasped tight at his waist. “Move back.” He thrust his head toward the tape. “Get behind it.”

“No.” Tessa sidestepped to dart around him, but, despite his size, he was just as agile and blocked her path. His gaze speared her as she crossed her arms and stretched to her full height. The rain made it difficult to see, and she wiped moisture from her eyes with the back of her hand. “Let me through.”

A flash of shock brightened his eyes as his jaw clenched. A burst of light revealed a shadow of stubble that covered his chin, and Tessa imagined he couldn’t be much older than she was. His hand clasp tightened and his shoulders flexed. The outline of a bulletproof vest beneath his navy blue shirt made Tessa’s heart stutter. For a fleeting moment, she felt as if she’d been swept up into the movie set of the latest blockbuster thriller. Things like this—cruisers on the lawn of the town square, cops in bulletproof vests—just didn’t happen in Mount Ridge.

“No one’s going into that center until we have the perimeter secured—not even me.” The cop took one giant step toward her, his gaze like daggers, and lifted the caution tape as he herded her toward it. “Now move back.”

Review:

Indeed, the family that bakes together, stays together. These sisters define what true family is - standing together and beside each other through thick and thin (and I don't just mean batter).

Tessa certainly seems to have met her match in Sergeant Colin Phillips as she jumps right in to protect her extended family. And in turn, he endeavors to protect her and her sister from jumping in harms way. Sparks fly between Colin and Tessa even as admiration and respect grows.

The empathy and love in this family is a blessing to all who come in contact with them, and a real treasure for all who read about them.

Grace's Gold - Grace and Brent

2012-01-30T22:45:00.001-05:00

Hi Mary! Thanks for having me back for Day 2 at Sweet Treats Bakery. I hear I'm going to get some of that famous gold cake today! Mmm mmm mmm I can't wait. But if I keep sampling the treats here I think I'll need a new wardrobe...

"Oh thanks, Kate." Mmm... the scent of pumpkin, cinnamon and nutmeg floated to my nose. "My favorite! I love pumpkin spice coffee."

She grinned and twirled away, glancing over her shoulder. "You'll love it even more with the gold cake." She winked then turned back around, set the coffee on the warmer and headed into the back room.

"Ah, Mary, I'm not sure, but I think they're sabotaging my New Year's Diet resolution."

She laughed. "Oh yeah, they have a way of doing that."

"Of doing what?" Grace asked as she set a tray covered with slices of golden cakein the center of the table, . The scent of lemon had my mouth watering.

"Tempting beyond human willpower. All of you girls do it!" Mary answered. "I don't know how you stay so trim and beautiful working here."

Brent broke off a corner of cake and popped it into his mouth then turned a chair around to sit astride it. "What's the question?" he asked with a grin.

I shook my head and laughed. "How can anyone spend any amount of time here and not end up as round as a pumpkin?"

Brent glanced at Grace and shared a look before turning back to us. "Heck, we hardly ever get to eat the stuff ourselves unless we're slaving over some project or other. None of us sits still long enough to let it settle." He laughed and popped another piece of cake in his mouth, his muscled arms flexing with the movement.

I noticed Mary fanning herself and had to hide a giggle behind my napkin.

"Before we take up too much of your time, I was just wondering if you would share a little about how you two got together."

Brent brushed his hands off and stood up. "That's easy. I was an idiot and I let her get away once." He took Grace's hand and helped her up, drawing her close to his side. "But I'm not dumb enough to make the same mistake twice," he said, his eyes never leaving her face. He leaned down for a heart stopping kiss then turned to us with a wink and headed for the door.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and I didn't dare meet Grace's look - until she chuckled. When I finally dared look there was nothing but laughter on her face.

"He never did know the kind of effect he has on the female species."

Oh, yeah...

Grace's Gold

Brent Peterson returns to Mount Ridge, Tennessee with a single goal-to win back Grace Spencer. He's loved her since kindergarten, and should have told her how he felt, but Dan Turner swooped in and stole Grace away before Brent had the chance. Now Grace is a widow with a young son, and while it's been three years since her husband's death, Brent isn't sure he should make his feelings known. When Brent comes around the family bakery, Grace longs to restore their friendship, but the thin gold wedding band on her finger-and memories of Dan-stand between them. Can Brent's gentle patience coax Grace to let go of her memories...and the ring, or is it time for Brent to move on alone, and leave Mount Ridge forever?

Excerpt:

Brent couldn’t pull his gaze from Grace as she spooned lemon‐scented batter into a greased bread
pan. Blonde hair spilled over her neck in a sassy blunt
cut that kissed her shoulders as she moved gracefully
between the counter and oven. Blue eyes sparkled in
sunlight that cascaded through the front window of the
bakery, but a hint of sadness lurked beneath.

Brent
knew she still thought of Dan, the husband she’d lost
in a construction accident three years ago—Adam’s
father.
And he aimed to change that. A pre‐dawn ride
through cool mountain air in the Cove had cleared
cobwebs from his head and strengthened his resolve.
As the sun had risen over the horizon to kiss a clearblue
morning sky, a need intensified that could no
longer be denied.

He wanted Grace.

He’d had a thing for her since the first day of kindergarten, when he saw her across the story circle.
Her blonde hair and blue eyes had captivated him,
even though he didn’t know what the odd tugging in
his belly meant at the time. And that “thing” had
roared into much, much more over the years they’d
spent hanging out together, swapping lunches and
swimming in the creek that bisected his horse farm. Theirs was an easy friendship that had grown into something deeper…at least for him.

He’d taken things slow during all the days they’d spent together roaming the pastures that fit together like giant puzzle pieces spanning the farm, assuming he had forever to make his feelings known. Their friendship grew strong as the roots of the old oak that stood as a sentinel behind his parents’ barn. But when Brent was with her, beside her—watching the sun glint off her huge blue eyes as she laughed at a little joke he shared—and he thought of taking it to the next level…of kissing her…his gut squeezed so tight he grew lightheaded and couldn’t seem to gather a breath.

As days eased into months, then years, Grace traded ball caps and pigtails for makeup and a sleek hairstyle, and something else—something wonderful—changed, also. The way she wrapped her arms around him, pressed a warm cheek against his neck while they rode one of his parents’ prized black racing mares through the Cove, told him she felt the same. Yet a little voice niggled…what if he pushed too hard—too fast? Would it ruin everything?

Then Dan Taylor moved to town the spring before their senior year. The star quarterback took one look at Grace and made no bones about what he wanted. He swooped in like a thief in the night and swept Grace away before Brent even had a chance to tell her how he felt. No more lazy summer rides through the Cove.

No more sparkling eyes and laughter.

The scrape of chair legs jarred him from the memory. He glanced up to find Grace staring at him.

Review:

This is one story worthy of a 5 cupcake review!

Oh my goodness, with a simple sweet lemon cake, Ms. Manners demonstrates the deep love from a mother to her child. Grace has traveled a hard road and is happy with the life of mother and baker extraordinaire. When Brent sneaks into her heart by showing his love for her little boy, Adam, her heart melts like the icing on her cakes.

This is such a sweet read! The agony Grace feels, over choices past and present, just makes you want to cry and cheer as this story unrolls.

Kate's Kisses - A visit with Kate and Logan

2012-01-29T23:00:00.004-05:00

Well, I'd like to welcome Mary Manners back and take another visit to the Sweet Treats Bakery as she ends this series. For those of you who haven't read any of them you really are missing a sweet treat. Just stop in each day this week and check them out. What a great little series this has been and I'll certainly miss this great family of characters!

"So, Mary, thanks for inviting me in to Sweet Treats to meet everyone! Hi Kate, Mattie...oh hey, Tessa, where's-"

"I'm here I'm here!" Grace announced as she let go of Adam's hand, her other hand leveling the cake she carried. Of course, Adam headed straight for the tray of cookies on the counter.

"Can I have one?" he asked with a smirk, batting his eyelashes.

Everyone laughed and Grace shook her head. "One." She raised her eyebrows. "You don't want another stomach ache."

His eyes went round and he shook his head. He carefully grabbed a napkin and one cookie then carried them to a small round table with crayons and papers on it.

Grace turned back to the group. "Where are the guys?"

Kate shrugged as she set some of her cherry kisses on the table. "Logan's due any minute."

Ms. Manners rose from the table. "I hope the rest of you don't mind, but we'd like a few words with Kate and Logan. After all, they did start all this."

"That's okay. We all have work to do anyway," Grace said as she stood and went behind the counter to grab an apron. "Let's get these orders ready before the crowd shows up."

The bell over the door rang and in stepped Mr. Tall, dark and handsome...and the way Kate's eyes lit up spoke volumes.

"Well, I know I can only take a few minutes of your time--"

Logan popped one of the chocolate covered cherries in his mouth and turned to Kate with a definite twinkle in his eye as he leaned over to kiss her. "Nope, they're still not as good as the real thing."

Ms. Manners fanned herself when Logan winked at us.

"So I here you want to ask us some questions?" he said as he sat next to Kate then lifted her off her chair onto his lap.

I took a quick sip of coffee to get my vocal chords working. "Yeah, I just wondered if you'd mind sharing the beginning of your story with us."

He smiled and glanced at Kate then back to me and Ms. Manners. "Well, that's not really very fun. You see, the beginning of the story had a very sad ending. Now the second half of the story is when it gets interesting."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, the first time around I--"

"We," Katie jumped in and wrapped his hand in hers. "We made some promises to each other when we were too young and we both got hurt." The heart melting look she turned on Logan was enough to set the place on fire. "But when he came back--"

"When I came back, I had to grovel--"

"You did not! You just--"

He turned to us and grinned. "I just had to convince her that this time we could get it right...and prove to her that I was home to stay." His hand brushed her hair back as he gazed into her eyes. "And that we both still loved each other."

I swallowed hard and Ms. Manners and I both stood to go. "Thank you so much for sharing some of your story with us. You are definitely blessed to have found each other again."

They both turned and smiled. "You don't even know the half of it!"

Blurb:

Following the tragic, sudden death of her parents, Kate Spencer broke off her engagement from high school sweetheart Logan Daniels, just weeks before their wedding. She chose, instead, to remain in Mount Ridge, Tennessee to raise her younger sisters and help keep the family together. Now, with her sisters grown, she spends her days at family-owned Sweet Treats Bakery, hiding a wounded heart in the sweet confections she creates. Logan Daniels left town when Kate broke his heart, but now he's come home to claim what he lost four years ago, and he won't stop until he gets what he came for...Kate's kisses.

Excerpt:

Kate smelled the clean scent of Logan. Soap mingled with aftershave so familiar that it hurt. He turned to her, his eyes like two smooth stones beneath a tumble of dark hair. “Hi, Katie.”

“You’re gone nearly four years, and that’s all you have to say?” Tears burned her eyes, and she wasn’t

sure whether she wanted to drench him in a pan of simmering chocolate or throw her arms around him

and smother him with kisses. No one had called her Katie in years. In fact, no one ever called her Katie…except him.

“Wh‐what do you want, Logan?”

His gaze held hers for the longest moment, and then he motioned to the tray of sweet cherry kisses

she’d just finished preparing. “I’ll take a couple of those...for starters.”

Review:

And he means it - that's just for starters!

So what's a girl to do when she's pursued by a determined man who's great at fixing things - including her broken heart!

This is a definite winner. Great story! You don’t want to miss it!

Night of the Cossack

2012-01-26T23:00:00.002-05:00

I'd like to welcome a new author friend to my blog. Introducing Tom Blubaugh and Night of the Cossack. This is a bit of a shift from my normal, but I know some of you really enjoy historical time periods. And this one is certainly exciting! What an adventure!

Night of the Cossack is a compelling adventure by Tom Blubaugh about a teenager who is forced to grow up quickly. The main character, Nathan Hertzfield faces many life or death situations during his saga.

Join Nathan on his exhilarating journey through parts of Russia and Europe during the early 1900's. Don't miss the adventure and suspense in the riveting story, Night of the Cossack.

Excerpt:

The Cossack untied his own horse. He mounted, his pistol aimed at Nathan. “We have some distance to cover. Circle around the barn. We’ll ride through the woods to the north of the village then turn east to the road going toward the mountains. Ride slow, I don’t want to draw anyone’s attention. I’ll be right behind you with my pistol pointed at your horse. If you try anything, I’ll shoot him.”

For several minutes they rode through the trees. The firelight flickered on the trees, casting weird shadows all around. Nathan looked from side to side straining to see a friend, someone who might be able to help. It was eerie. The only movement were women mourning over their dead. On the north side of the village, Nathan turned his horse east. They came to the road.

The Cossack nudged his horse beside Nathan’s. Without warning, he tossed Nathan’s rifle into the air. Nathan snatched it with his left hand and held Aza’s reins in the other.

“Good reflexes.” The Cossack smiled. “You and your horse make a good team.”

Nathan looked away. He acts as if this is a game.

Review:

Walking with Nathan as he goes through some very dramatic changes is awe inspiring. Sharing in the journey as he becomes a man and learns about true faith is enlightening. What a wonderful coming of age story this is.

Kudos to Tom Blubaugh for writing a story that is not only tasteful and entertaining, but a feast of historical and geographical information.

Great story!

About the Author:

Tom Blubaugh is a freelance writer living in Southwest Missouri with Barbara, his wife. They have six children and fourteen grandchildren. Tom has written non-fiction most of his adult life, but has recently written a historical fiction titled Night of the Cossack, published by Bound by Faith Publishers. This is Tom’s first novel. He co-wrote a devotional journal in 2009 for Barbour Publishing titled The Great Adventure. His other writings include articles for a denominational magazine and an insurance publication. He also self-published a book, Behind the Scenes of the Bus Ministry in 1974.

Tom started writing poetry at the age of fourteen. His vision of turning them into lyrics for rock and roll songs for popular artists didn’t develop. He considers writing to be a God-given talent and feels led to develop it. His first novel was published at his age of 69. Tom says it’s never too late. He is now writing a sequel.

Tom Blubaugh, Author of Night of the Cossack--Read the first chapter get a signed copy by ordering here. FREE shipping in USA. Published by Bound by Faith Publishers.

You can find Tom at: http://tomyblu.com/

Breathless - Kathryn Bain

2012-01-16T08:09:00.000-05:00

Hello Kathryn! Thanks for stopping by to visit my little corner of the web. I enjoyed your story, Breathless, so much, I just have to share it! But first, we'd like to get to know you and your writing a little better.

Is this your first book published? And if so, are there any others in progress? (I'm really hoping there's more to come...soon. LOL) This is my first published book. I have a novella due to come out in March. It's humorous women's fiction. Also, I just signed the contract for Catch Your Breath, the sequel to Breathless. Ooh, wonderful!

Is it difficult to write mystery/suspense? (It's certainly beyond me.) I find it pretty easy because I have a sinister mind. (Mwaahaahaa She laughs a deep menacing laugh.)

Do you do a lot of plotting and laying out the story or does it all fall into place as you write? I usually come up with a bunch of ideas and put them in paragraph form. It gives me a guide. If I'm writing suspense/mystery, I don't know who the killer is until I'm about six chapter into the book. That's amazing!

Is this story based on anything in particular? or just an idea from His hand to you? Toby Keith's song "God Love Her" was the inspiration for my book Breathless. I loved the idea of a Bible on a motorcycle.

Well, let me give a little blurb to my readers so they'll know what it's all about.

Lydia Frederickson is afraid to answer her telephone. Widowed and alone, she only wants to get through another anniversary of her husband’s death without falling to pieces, but a stalker isn’t making that goal easy. The disturbing calls are becoming increasingly personal and threatening, and everyone who knows her is suspect. The only person she knows isn’t making the calls is her new ponytailed, tattooed—and breathtakingly handsome— minister, Matthew Winters. Former-narcotics-agent-turned-minister Matthew Winters knows he’s not what the town expected in their new pastor, but he’s up for the challenge. What he doesn’t expect is the sudden attraction he feels for parishioner Lydia Frederickson. When he discovers she’s the victim of a stalker, he feels God’s intervention has led him—both a cop and a preacher—to her. Matthew knows he’s falling for the beautiful widow, but a secret from his past may undermine their future.

Doesn't that just make you want to dig in and start reading??? Well, if that's not enough, here's an excerpt to tempt you even more...

The police finally left and neighbors returned to their own lives. Only Lydia Frederickson remained. Discomfort crawled into her. Why did she call over such a trivial thing as a prank phone call? But when the voice described what she was wearing, she allowed her fear to rule. She pulled her knees to her chest as she sat in the plush chair next to the window. Lydia couldn’t get his unsettling words from his mind.

“I want you. I need you,” he’d taunted, his breathing loud and quick. “I can feel you near me in that pretty pink gown. Soft, silky, so nice to touch. I bet you’re nice to touch, too.”

The last two evenings, it had only been dead air. Tonight he said disturbing things.

She glanced at the notepad. “Phone with caller ID, also feature that blocks calls without identifying numbers,” it read. Deputy Green had made the suggestions, telling her it might end the calls. She prayed he was right.

Her queen-sized bed welcomed her as she coiled into the safety of the blankets. The house had an eerie silence she hadn’t noticed before. She longed for Justin’s reassurance as she scooted closer to the center. Her hand jutted out to reach for him, but the pillow on the other side lay bare. As empty and lonely as when her husband died almost two years ago. Sadness overwhelmed her as she fought to hold the tears in. She missed the comfort and safety of him next to her.

Review:

Ms. Bain sure knows how to keep a reader in suspense...and knows how to tug at the heart, too! From the start of the story, the author keeps you on the edge of your seat, as scared and worried about Lydia as the heroine is for herself. This story is also full of unexpected lessons in human nature and all its weaknesses. Not judging is so hard when we believe that what we see is all there is. This is a great story full of heart and wisdom. I loved it!

Kathryn can be found at www.kathrynjbain.com

Happy New Year!

2012-01-04T21:32:00.004-05:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR - And here's to new beginnings!

Due to computer problems (yes, they're fixed now), being burned out from that December blitz (reviewing a story a day - that was just insane!), and just downright laziness after the holidays, I haven't been around much to spotlight my own or anyone else's work. I look forward to bringing you lots of new stories in the coming months by some of our dear friends, as well as several new authors I've come to know. So for now, here's a peek at my own story. I know some of you have seen and read it and I would love it if you would pipe in!

Do you believe in second chances—I mean giving them to the ones who really hurt you...the ones you truly love.

What did God say to Peter when he asked, “How oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? Till seven times?”

Jesus saith unto him, “I say not unto thee, until seven times: but, until seventy times seven.” Matt 18:21-22

No, it’s not in our power to forgive that perfectly, infinitely, the way our Father does, but forgiveness is the answer. Without forgiveness, there is no love. Without love, there is no life.

So, I believe in giving second chances —and that’s what Daffodils is all about. Don't we all hope for a chance at a new start at the beginning of each year? Well, God is certainly the author of new beginnings.

Margaret Ellington and Lukas North have a history to resolve. He's determined to reclaim the love he threw away ten years earlier. She’s afraid to let her heart be broken again.

When the past repeats itself, can there be a different outcome?

Excerpt:

I’m so sorry, Peter. A tear splashed onto the carpet. Margaret took a deep breath, wiped her cheek, and stepped into what had been Peter’s sickroom. She walked to the window seat and stared out into the backyard, arms clutched around her middle. There would be no sound of children playing, no sitting on the glider growing old together. She put a hand on the window. If only I could have loved you more—

“Any more, Megs?” Lukas’ footsteps grew louder as he came down the hall.

She wiped away another tear as it dribbled down her cheek.

“Oh, hey, there you are.” He hesitated in the doorway, resting a hand on the frame. He lowered his voice. “You OK?”

She chewed on her bottom lip and nodded, afraid that if he came near her she would collapse in those arms; arms she knew were strong enough to hold her up. Arms she had missed for years. She hated herself for wanting to feel them wrap around her again.

A glimmer of a smile creased his lips, as if sharing her pain. She remembered other smiles, other glances across different rooms. She sighed and looked back outside.

After ten years, the memory of Lukas disappearing from her life still haunted her. She had worn his engagement ring through the last half of their senior year. Then a month before their wedding day, he left. No goodbye, just a letter—as if that was enough. Then poof. He was gone.

She gave the ring to her mother and never saw it again.

The pain of lost love still lingered. It was best left in the past, but she had never figured out how to let it go. God knew she tried.

The contradiction tore at her heart. Losing Lukas hurt worse than anything else in her life, but the love never died. If only she could have loved Peter with that same fervor, instead of the half‐hearted love she had given him. Oh, she had tried, but it wasn’t the same.

Margaret took a deep breath. Her gaze lingered on the backyard for a long moment. Straightening her shoulders, she led the way down the hall, stepping silently past Lukas.

I hope you enjoyed this little peek at Daffodils!

Ugh...computers

2011-12-27T21:16:00.003-05:00

I'm semi-out of commission for a few days as my desk top gets updated (nasty malware infection)...so I beg your patience. Sorry to have missed posting today! I promise a new story soon though, for all those new kindles and nooks, and amazon cards...I have quite a line-up coming...

Donna

Christmas story winners

2011-12-26T13:18:00.003-05:00

Thank you to all of you who stopped by during my story a day extravaganza - and boy, was it a busy time! What a whirlwind tour of stories! I hope you all enjoyed the glimpses you got!

There were quite a few with multiple comments, and thank you for all of those! Nothing bolsters a writer more than knowing their story sounds good to someone!

I'm sorry I'm a couple days late - I've had computer problems again, but I just didn't want you to think I forgot about the prizes!

The winners are:

Saving Christmas - Kendra

Goodbye Noelle - Karen Malena

and the big winner of their story of choice goes to...DORA HIERS!!!

Once again, thank you all for popping in!

A Child is Born

2011-12-24T22:00:00.002-05:00

For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6

I thank God for the precious gift He sent to us. For without Him there would be no hope, no reason for living. Let us be a light unto others as He has given His light unto us.

God bless you all, Merry Christmas!

Prophecy

2011-12-24T15:25:00.000-05:00

A prophecy given, a prophecy fulfilled...

"Therefore the LORD Himself will give you a sign: Behold, a virgin will be with child and bear a son, and she will call His name Immanuel. (Isaiah 7:14)

Now it came about in those days that a decree went out from Caesar Augustus, that a census be taken of all the inhabited earth. This was the first census taken while Quirinius was governor of Syria. (Luke 2:1-2)

And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the city of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and family of David, in order to register, along with Mary, who was engaged to him, and was with child.... And she gave birth to her first-born son; and she wrapped Him in cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
And in the same region there were some shepherds staying out in the fields, and keeping watch over their flock by night. And an angel of the Lord suddenly stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them; and they were terribly frightened. And the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of a great joy which shall be for all the people; for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord."... And it came about when the angels had gone away from them into heaven, that the shepherds began saying to one another, "Let us go straight to Bethlehem then, and see this thing that has happened which the Lord has made known to us." (Luke 2:4-15)

May your Christmas Eve be blessed as we await the celebration of the birth of our Lord.

Day 17 - Christmas Awakenings

2011-12-22T22:24:00.005-05:00

Christmas Awakenings is a compilation of four short, uplifting and

Inspiring Christmas stories.

A Star Bright Christmas

A young family can’t be late with their mortgage payment again. So two days before Christmas, at the onset of a blizzard, he goes to town leaving his wife and two young sons alone to endure a blackout on the 24^th of December. Will he make it back in time for Christmas?

Christmas Promises

When a young newlywed soldier recently returned from Iraq tells his young wife he has to work Christmas Day she goes ballistic. He had promised her they would never have to spend another holiday alone. When she wakes one morning she finds his things removed from the apartment as well as all the furniture and fixtures not the ones they had picked out together. She cries herself to sleep on the ‘new’ couch and wakes up to discover the true meaning of spending the holiday together.

Christmas Salvation

A widower and a younger woman get to know each other better but not until after he accepts the concept that ‘life goes by in a flash and you don’t want to miss anything’.

A Palm Tree for Christmas

A young family travels from the northeastern United States to the hot sweltering south for a better way of life. Sunny days, sandy beaches, and summer heat. Their dreams are squashed when neither can find jobs and their surplus of money from the sale of their house is down to their last pennies. Until Christmas Eve

Review:

If you're looking for short, quick reads, you'll certainly find that in this little collection of Christmas stories. Not your standard Christmas stories, but each has a message of hope, of learning to make the best of what we have, and to love and cherish the ones we share it with.

Thank you for that message, Lorelei.

Merry Christmas!

You can find more about Lorelei at: WWW.loreleiconfer.com or www.loreleiconfer.blogspot.com

Day 16 - Christmas Pearl

2011-12-21T22:13:00.004-05:00

CHRISTMAS STORY EXTRAVAGANZA - Day 16
Every weekday (Monday through Friday) for the month of December I will spotlight a story here on my blog. Yes, this is 17 days of Christmas book browsing. And on Christmas Eve I will announce the lucky winner (at least two that I know of right now). The person who leaves the most comments throughout the month will receive their choice of any one of the books spotlighted. That's from me. Other prizes are being offered by the individual authors.

Ooh, isn't that just beautiful! Yup, won best cover, too! And the story is just as beautiful as the cover!

Welcome, Robin! Thank you so much for stopping by today! I just finished your story and I couldn't wait to share it. Hope you don't mind!

Blurb:

Joe Gardner never expected to see Elizabeth again, not after the part she'd played in ruining his life. Refusing to believe she now shares his faith, Joe tosses aside her efforts to apologize. But when they are forced to work together in the midst of the Christmas season, Joe has to face the truth about Elizabeth, and himself.

Excerpt:

Joseph Gardner stared out at the clear night sky, wondering how the lawn had grown so frosty it down-right sparkled. It was still early after all, he thought, leaning against the wood railing of the Gazebo Café’s front porch, hoping it held. His family gathered inside, laughing and planning the upcoming holiday season.

He, however, felt like grinding his boots against the brick walkway in a quick getaway. If the holidays never arrived this year, that would be fine with him.

The front door squeaked behind him, his cousin Daniel had come out to check on him, no doubt.

Joe sighed, and rolled his shoulder muscles to ease the tension. “I’m about ready to take off.”

Silence. A truck passed on the road in front of the café, and Joe inhaled diesel exhaust. Even in a small town, trucks held a presence. Behind it, a white car turned into the drive and headed for them.

“Latecomer?” Joe asked, pushing his hat off his forehead.

“Guess so.” Daniel moved out onto the porch. “Looks like Liza’s Camry.”

The car stopped and a blonde woman got out, carrying a purse and what looked like a basket.

“Hey, it is Liza,” Daniel said, waving the woman over. He turned to Joe. “This is someone you should really meet. Single, an attorney. Good looking—and a Christian.”

The blonde reached the porch and stepped up, her heeled boots clicking on the wooden planks. Joe watched, appreciating her slim figure and long hair. There was something familiar about her. As she neared he inhaled a whiff of some sweet perfume, again, something he’d smelled before.

Daniel kissed her cheek and relieved her of the basket. “Glad you came!” He gestured toward Joe. “This is my cousin Joe.”

Their gazes locked. His heart thudded. Joe saw the silver flecks in her blue eyes glint when she recognized him. Probably ice crystals.

Her smiled faded. Shoulders rigid, she took a step back. “You’re Daniel’s cousin?”

After a few beats Joe nodded. “Elizabeth,” he said, wondering why he’d never heard her called by a nickname before. From the corner of his eye he saw Daniel staring at him, his arms folded across his chest.

“Mr. Gardner.”

Joe could hear the frost forming in the yard as they stood there.

“Well,” Daniel said, “why don’t you both come in for dessert?”

A few more seconds clicked by in the evening air.

“I was just leaving.” Joe kept his gazed locked on her.

“Sure, I’d love to,” Elizabeth said, stepping forward and flashing an almost defiant glance at Joe.

She hadn’t forgotten what went down, and that was OK because he hadn’t either. He felt a tug in his gut and almost wished he’d talked to her back then, cleared the air. OK, he’d change his mind and stay a while. Just to make Daniel happy. Yeah, that was it.

“Then again what’s the rush?” Joe forced a grin he didn’t feel.

Daniel held the door, and they both moved into the light spilling from the Café. Watching Elizabeth’s hair shine under the lobby chandelier, he wondered what she was thinking about him. When she disappeared into the crowd, he noticed Daniel studying him. Great, now he had to worry about Daniel too, which was interrupting his ability to think of something appropriate to say to Elizabeth. Of course, she might just avoid him for the rest of the evening, but that was OK. He deserved it.

Review:

What a great story! The tension between Joe and Liza is so thick that it's a wonder they even get beyond "Hello". But still, the pain can't extinguish the attraction between them, or the respect that develops as they get to know each other.

I love the way Joe hides behind his anger until it's so thin he can't use it as a shield anymore. And boy oh boy does Ms. Bayne know how to throw a wrench in the works! Just when it looks like they're over the past and ready to move forward...nope, I won't give it away. But you really ought to check it out!

Great story!

For more about Robin Bayne, you can find her at: www.robinbayne.com

Day 15 - White Christmas

2011-12-20T22:38:00.006-05:00

CHRISTMAS STORY EXTRAVAGANZA - Day 15
Every weekday (Monday through Friday) for the month of December I will spotlight a story here on my blog. Yes, this is 17 days of Christmas book browsing. And on Christmas Eve I will announce the lucky winner (at least two that I know of right now). The person who leaves the most comments throughout the month will receive their choice of any one of the books spotlighted. That's from me. Other prizes are being offered by the individual authors.

Welcome, Tanya, what a great story! And yup, you guessed it. It's part of the Holiday Extravaganza at Pelican Books, or it can be bought separately. What a great collection of stories http://www.pelicanbookgroup.com/ec/extravaganza-bundle

But let's look at White Christmas, shall we?

Blurb:

After his very public break-up from his fiancé, Chad Fletcher is convinced that a healthy marriage and his rising political career won’t mix, and Christmas at his Aunt Nell’s home in White, Arizona is a great way to start fresh. Political watch dog, Tessa Conway, plans to spend her vacation enjoying her grandparents’ ranch before they must sell it, so she is not pleased with Grandma Sophie and Aunt Nell’s efforts to throw her and Chad together. Chad begins to believe Tessa may be the perfect antidote to his unhealthy relationships of the past, but when he decides to take support from a company with questionable ethics, his perfect bubble is burst. Fearing Chad is not the Godly man she believed him to be, Tessa ends their budding romance. Will Chad find the strength and courage to do what’s right even if it costs him his career?

Excerpt:

Now he remembered her. She always wore her hair tied back in a bun and secured with combs. She’d been so business-like, so informed and capable. Her curls and her embarrassment over the nickname made her human and real.

“Your secret is safe with me,” he said, laughter still in his tone. “I won’t remind you or rub it in. Especially after all the nice things you said about my work. I want to keep you on my side. In fact, I’m thinking of asking you to be my campaign manager.”

Suddenly, the laughter left her eyes and she gazed up in all seriousness. “Will there be a campaign? Is that why you refused another term in the assembly so you can run for Senator Rizzi’s seat when he retires next year?”

Chad caught his breath, wondering how he’d let that happen. He never spoke out of turn or let information slip. But they’d been talking like old friends and it just happened. What was it about this young woman that made him so comfortable? Before he could gather his thoughts and come up with a reason, she held up her hand.

“Don’t answer that,” she said, closing her eyes. “I’m sorry I even asked it. That’s none of my business and I don’t know why I said it. I--I just feel like I know you.”

Chad smiled, thinking how her words echoed his feelings. “We do. We’ve even worked together.”

Tessa opened her eyes and stared at him. A slow, sweet smile spread over her lips and made her blue eyes sparkle. He thought it just might be the prettiest smile he’d ever seen.

That’s when the alarm bells started going off.

Suddenly, he noticed that it had gotten dark and Aunt Nell still hadn’t shown up. He looked around. “Well, it was nice talking to you.”

He stopped short of saying Tessa. The name had taken on new meaning for him…untamed strawberry curls and a sweet smile. Now, it sounded far too personal.

“My aunt’s waiting for me, so I’d better get back,” he said rather shortly.

She nodded. “My grandmother’s waiting, too.”

Her tone sounded disappointed and those blue eyes that had sparkled all night lost some of their shimmer. She gestured across the street. He turned and saw Aunt Nell sitting on a park bench. Beside her was another little white-haired lady. They both smiled and waved.

“Wait a minute,” he said beneath his breath. “You’re not-”

He turned back around.

Tessa smiled and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Sophie’s granddaughter.”

Review:

I just love it! This is such a fun story!

I love the match-making grandmas and their sweet, conniving minds. "'That’s all we ever wanted,
for you two to see what good friends you could be.'" Hmmm, yeah, I believe her, don't you?

And the mutual admiration that Chad and Tess have for each other is a great sign of a match made in heaven, not just by granny's. But neither of them is watching the signs. They're both too busy denying the attraction and dodging the granny plans.

Another thing I loved about this story is the way Ms. Stowe paints her scenes. I felt like I was watching through a window! She certainly knows how to bring a scene to life. This is just a beautiful story all around!

For more about Tanya Stowe you can find her at: TanyaStowe.com,
www.creativewritingforces.blogspot.com

Day 14 - Hidden Paths

2011-12-19T23:00:00.004-05:00

CHRISTMAS STORY EXTRAVAGANZA - Day 14
Every weekday (Monday through Friday) for the month of December I will spotlight a story here on my blog. Yes, this is 17 days of Christmas book browsing. And on Christmas Eve I will announce the lucky winner (at least two that I know of right now). The person who leaves the most comments throughout the month will receive their choice of any one of the books spotlighted. That's from me. Other prizes are being offered by the individual authors.

Today, JoAnn is back with another lovely story! Hidden Secrets, her second Young Adult story definitely seems like one that could touch many hearts. I asked what led her to write this story and...well, I'll let her tell you.

I have to chuckle a bit at the irony of the situation. You see, that's the perfect title for my own personal journey that the Lord has been guiding me through.

Although I have other books in circulation, this was the very first story I ever drafted fifteen years ago. I started writing on a whim. Don't ask me why. In fact, have you ever watched Night at the Museum? The first time we saw that movie I cracked up. I am so like that museum director. Some days it seems as if I can't put a complete thought -- let alone sentence -- together to save my life. Couple that with dyslexia and grammar and spelling that would make any English major cringe and... yup, that's me. Yet, here I find myself, walking down the path that once seemed so elusive and hidden to me.

Quite a few years after I wrote this book, I went to a writer's retreat. I prayed and prayed that God would show me what He wanted me to do and give me direction. I knew writing was something I enjoyed but was this what God wanted me to do? I struggled with that, and to be honest, still do on occasion.

I walked away from that weekend with as many questions as I arrived with. I was so discouraged. Didn't God hear me? I wanted to follow His will for my life, yet felt like He was far away and unwilling to give me the direction I so desperately craved.

He had heard my prayers, yet I was too close to the situation to see that He had been, was, and still is guiding me. I stand amazed as I think about this now... God has led me to friends who had a passion for the craft of writing and the gift of encouragement. I've been blessed with a family who supports my writing endeavors, and I've learned a ton of stuff along the way... I could go on, but I'm sure you get the gist.

What I've come to realize is I don't need to have everything figured out. I serve an awesome God who knows what's best for me. Sometimes I may not particularly care for what needs to be done. The road may seem long and hard and the mountains too big to scale. Yet, God loves me too much to let me settle for the easy road where I would forget where true strength is found.

Perhaps like me, you have been struggling with direction in your own life. I would like to challenge you to place your hand (and your life) in God's hands and allow Him to plot your course. You might find yourself in for a crazy ride -- on a path, like Julie, that you would have never imagined.

Blessings ~

JoAnn

Amazing! Thank you JoAnn. Let's share your story...
It's hard for us to let go and let God. But when it's our plan vs. His, it's time to let go!

JoAnn

Blurb:

Julie Hemmingway, a recent college graduate, is preparing to leave for the mission field. When she meets Adam Jacobs, her well-organized plans begin to go awry. Will she fight to hold onto her own agenda, or open her heart to a new – yet, Hidden Path?

Staying in Vermont on the family farm wasn’t what JULIE HEMMINGWAY had envisioned for her life. After all, she had just spent two years at the community college in preparation to join a mission agency to use her nursing skills overseas. However, those plans quickly change when her father suffers a massive heart attack and dies. Out of necessity, she stays at home to help her mom manage the farm.

To help make ends meet, Julie accepts a new job at a construction company where many unexpected things happen, including working with the handsome, ADAM JACOBS. Will Julie learn that she can trust in God and the path He has planned for her life – even when it looks totally different than what she expected?

Excerpt

Julie Hemmingway's thoughts centered on one thing – and one thing only -- the letter which arrived yesterday. Her dreams were coming true at last. She hummed a little Christmas tune and pushed her cart to the return rack. Scooping up her bags, Julie turned to walk out of the grocery store. But the next thing she knew, her face was planted against a wool sweater and a coat's zipper. The paper bag filled with groceries crushed against her midsection with a sickening crunch. Thankfully, with a firm grip, she somehow managed to hold onto the second bag. She stood stunned for a moment. Please tell me I didn't just run into the person behind me.

"Are you okay?" His warm bass voice vibrated through his chest and beat against her cheek.

So much for that wish.

Julie wrapped her arm tighter around the bag resting between them to prevent it from plummeting to the floor and pushed herself back.

The guy gently gripped her forearms to steady her. "I'm sorry. I should have been paying closer attention to where I was going." He pointed with his thumb toward the colored lights twinkling merrily in the window. "I was looking at those decorations. They are amazing."

Julie let her gaze travel up until she met blue eyes. The second bag, which had managed to escape the fiasco, slipped out of her grasp. She looked down in horror at the mess on the floor. "Oh man, looks like I just did some decorating of my own -- but not the pretty nor festive kind." She groaned, "I think that bag had my eggs."

"If that's the case, they're now scrambled." He took the bag, with lettuce spewing over the side, away from her and stepped back to assess the damage. "Or at least, sunny-side up."

Julie grinned at his quick wit as she kicked loose coffee beans off the top of her shoe.

With a crooked smile, he introduced himself. "I'm Adam." Before Julie could tell him her name, he plucked a piece of lettuce draped over her sleeve like a scarf. "I must say, these lovely, um -- accessories -- don't do your beautiful coat justice."

Review:

What a great story - and so true of how we serve God! How often do we serve Him by doing something we think He wants without seeking Him in prayer first? Usually it's only to find out it's OUR choice, not what He wants.

Julie finds that through prayer and listening for God's will that she can find the peace and comfort in knowing what God's will really is for her. But she still has doubts that her prayers are heard, that she's really following His will.

And Adam has a lot to more to learn than he lets on. As they help each other in different ways it's amazing how God teaches them both the lessons they need to draw closer to Him - as well as God's plan for the two of them.

It's amazing to see how God works in the lives of these two - just like He works in the background of our lives.

JoAnn Carter lives in Vermont with her wonderful husband of 18 years, four children and Ginger, the best dog in the world. She enjoys being with her family & friends, writing, reading, and cooking. You can check her out at:
http://home.comcast.net/~jo.glenncarter/site

Day 13 - Christmas with Miss Austen

2011-12-18T23:10:00.005-05:00

CHRISTMAS STORY EXTRAVAGANZA - Day 13
Every weekday (Monday through Friday) for the month of December I will spotlight a story here on my blog. Yes, this is 17 days of Christmas book browsing. And on Christmas Eve I will announce the lucky winner (at least two that I know of right now). The person who leaves the most comments throughout the month will receive their choice of any one of the books spotlighted. That's from me. Other prizes are being offered by the individual authors.

Well, Ms. Briggs, I'm sure I've caught you by surprise since even I wasn't sure what story I was going to spotlight today. I must admit, this little romance intrigued me from the start with it's old world flair and mysterious pinings, so I thought I would take a moment to share it with some friends. So without further ado, here's a glimpse of Christmas with Miss Austen.

Blurb:

Julia Allen is a waitress by day, painter by night, and…a famous 1800s authoress on weekends?

Moonlighting as Jane Austen for a historical open house is a strange hobby for a contemporary artist, but Julia loves the role–until she falls asleep and gets locked inside after all the visitors are gone! Rushing home from the dark, historical mansion, she collides with a stranger in the snowy park, and discovers later her shortcut cost her the rare copy of Austen’s Northanger Abbey borrowed from a friend’s treasured collection.

Book historian Eliot Weston thinks he imagined the Regency-era figure, but the book he finds in her wake proves otherwise. The first edition of Jane Austen’s novel is authentic and incredibly rare, but he fails to find any trace of its owner. Reminders of the unusual encounter keep popping up, however, like the pretty modern artist eager to buy an identical volume. Coincidence? Or Divine intervention making it clear this is anything but an ordinary Christmas for these two hearts?

Doesn't that just sound wonderfully different? I love the hint of "Old World" flair!

Excerpt:

The cool wind ruffled Julia’s curled hair beneath her bonnet, as she pulled the door shut firmly, listening to make sure the newly-turned lock caught. She crossed her fingers that it would be safe enough until tomorrow’s volunteers arrived. She gathered her skirts, hurried down the steps, and towards home.

The other downtown buildings and shops were illuminated by old-fashioned street lamps, the posts already festooned in holly boughs and red ribbons for the Christmas season. Paper snowflakes and stars dangled from business awnings, while an impressive, hand-carved wooden nativity served as the town square’s centerpiece.

Her rented house was only five minutes away, but she would reach it faster if she cut across Delaford Park. Wrapping her costume closely around her, she stepped over the low fence line and waded through the thin layer of snow towards the main path. The city park seemed a little less welcoming in the after-dark hours. Dear Lord, please don’t let any muggers be lying in wait, she prayed, her pulse quickening with the pace of the winter breeze.

Slipping beneath the sprawling branches of an old sycamore, Julia hopped over the snowdrift onto the main path. She gasped as a tall, masculine figure appeared head-on in the gloom, his features obscured by the shadows as his body collided with hers.

"Excuse me." An apologetic male voice said as a hand reached out to steady her. But she was already past him, casting a fleeting glance over her shoulder as she hurried along.

Her heart slammed against her chest as she breathed. Just keep walking. Her ears caught the sound of his voice again, but the words were lost on the wind. Should she have stopped? Going on was rude, perhaps, but her nerves shrank from facing a stranger in such a lonely spot. Not to mention explaining why she was roaming the streets of twenty-first century Delaford dressed like a character from Pride and Prejudice.

Review:

This is one of those stories that’s a crossover from bygone days to contemporary (without time travel). I can well imagine lovers of historical titles would enjoy this as much as contemporary fans (of which I am one).

Julia Allen is a women of many talents and interests. Waitress by day, artist by night, and historical actress on weekends, what a combination! But somehow, this strange mix suits her as we get to know Julia with all her quirky leanings and insecurities. What an interesting character to delve into! Thank goodness most of the story is through her eyes! I probably never would have figured out what was going on otherwise!

And poor Doctor Weston, trying his best to do what’s right, and being misunderstood because of it. They'll make the perfect mismatched pair if they can ever get on the same page!

Loved the story!

8 more days...

2011-12-17T14:12:00.005-05:00

Behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that I will raise unto David a righteous Branch, and a King shall reign and prosper, and shall execute judgement and justice in the earth. Jer 23:5

With Christmas Day approaching fast, I can't help but consider the promises God has made to us. Above, the promise of the King to come (who already has). And later in the book of Acts 1:10-11 And while they looked steadfastly toward heaven as He went up, behold, two men stood by them in white apparel; which also said, Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven? This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven. Rev 1:7 Behold, he cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see him, and they also which pierced him; and all kindreds of the earth shall wail because of him. Even so, Amen.

Are you ready for the day He returns. Is your heart right with God? What better season than this to be certain that your name is on that eternal roll for heaven and that your heart is clean in His eyes.

Wishing you many blessings as the day approaches when we celebrate our Savior's birth. May this season be filled with peace, joy, and love as our families come together. And let us remember that we are celebrating the birth of our Lord.

Day 12 - Goodbye Noel

2011-12-15T23:00:00.001-05:00

CHRISTMAS STORY EXTRAVAGANZA - Day 12
Every weekday (Monday through Friday) for the month of December I will spotlight a story here on my blog. Yes, this is 17 days of Christmas book browsing. And on Christmas Eve I will announce the lucky winner (at least two that I know of right now). The person who leaves the most comments throughout the month will receive their choice of any one of the books spotlighted. That's from me. Other prizes are being offered by the individual authors.

Today I'd like to welcome, Nike Chillemi, known as a Crime Fictionista. Let's see why.

Blurb

Pediatric nurse, Katrina Lenart, grew up strong willed and independent minded, while sharing her mother's flair for high fashion. When the police chief gives her an orphaned baby to care for, her maternal instincts take over and she's willing to fight anyone who might not have the infant's best interests at heart, even the man she's growing to love. After an attempt is made to kidnap the baby, she and the resolute village detective team up and do some sleuthing, undercover as well as at a fancy ball.

Detective Ian Daltry is a widower with a child and is not interested in a new love. Hunting a killer who stops at nothing has placed him in the position where he must protect a beautiful young woman he's drawn to. Is there's something he's overlooked in analyzing the case? Will he find out what that is before this ruthless murderer kills someone he loves?

Excerpt

"This is outrageous." Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest. She hated the tone of her voice, but this baby wasn't a ping-pong ball to be batted back and forth as the detective moved forward with his murder case.

He ignored her and continued addressing her mother.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." He removed his fedora. "Chief Ferguson has already made the necessary phone calls and arrangements have been made. I must take Leslie Janos Bauer with me to the home of his aunt in Bay Shore. The chief would prefer your daughter come along in an official capacity as a nurse. It's up to her, but I have to take the baby."

Momma's face flushed beet-red, a sure sign she'd become enraged. "This is not good for him… this hustle from place to place."

"With all due respect, ma'am, a child belongs with his family, if at all possible." The detective took a step toward Katrina. "Now, will you please fetch the baby." It wasn't a request.

Katrina made sure she stood tall. "Yes, I'll get Leslie." She clenched her fists at her side and jutted her chin. "This is disgraceful. You are using this infant to solve your murder case. Perhaps your own tragic life experience clouds your judgment?"

His mouth fell open and he took a step back.

"If you have it within your heart, give me one minute. I'll get him ready and get my coat and boots on." Without giving him a chance to reply, Katrina turned and stormed up the stairs.

Leslie lay sleeping in the baby-doll cradle Poppa had made for her when she was a little girl. Poppa had that kind of talent. He could make anything. In her heart she knew, he'd figured it would be her baby's bassinet. At least now, it had a real purpose. She ran a finger over the hand carved leaves in the headboard.

"Milachku, time to wake up." She took the infant into her arms inhaling the smell of baby, sweeter than the most expensive imported perfume.

Leslie yawned and she snuggled her nose in the soft folds of skin between his head and shoulder, kissing his neck. He cooed, so safe in her arms.

She brought him to her heart, holding him, rocking him and spoke softly to her reflection in the mirror above her bureau. "Fat chance I'll ever walk down the aisle or have a family of my own with the man shortage since the war." Something deep in the core of her female-self rebelled, a throbbing turbulence, from which deep hunger erupted.

She stroked Leslie's cheek and made a funny face. The softness of his skin melted her heart.

He smiled at her and kicked.

"I'm so sorry. I promised I'd protect you and I can't." She forced a smile and made clucking noises.

He grabbed her hair and yanked.

"Ouch." She laughed, removing strands of her hair from his little fist.

A tear escaped and ran down the side of her cheek. "I can do this." She lifted her chin, sucked in a long breath, wrapped Leslie in a heavy quilt, and picked up his tote bag.

Review

All I can say is WOW. I can see how Ms. Chillemi got her nickname of the Crime Fictionista. She sure does know how to build a story - and a crime plot. The whole time the detective is interviewing people, I felt like I was right there with him, listening for nuances in answers, watching the unconscious body language of nerves or fear. But through it all, she doesn't give a thing away. Yeah, you hear his thoughts, but they're just that - pieces that he's trying to put together in some way that makes sense.

And the way she describes Katrina's family and home life gives the story such a warm rich texture. Again she made me feel like I was right there in the kitchen eating dinner with them, or sitting by the fire.

Oh, and the love you feel from these strangers for this baby is amazing. Truly, this is the way every child should be loved!

And then the romance begins.

Well, I'm beginning to think I can't say enough good things about this story. It's heartwarming, gut wrenching, edge of your seat intriguing, and just plain sweet all rolled into one. Check it out for yourself, it's a wonderful read!

For more about Nike, visit her at: http://nikechillemi.wordpress.com/

Day 11 - A Texas Christmas Mystery

2011-12-14T21:35:00.001-05:00

CHRISTMAS STORY EXTRAVAGANZA - Day 11
Every weekday (Monday through Friday) for the month of December I will spotlight a story here on my blog. Yes, this is 17 days of Christmas book browsing. And on Christmas Eve I will announce the lucky winner (at least two that I know of right now). The person who leaves the most comments throughout the month will receive their choice of any one of the books spotlighted. That's from me. Other prizes are being offered by the individual authors.

Welcome, Anne! When I spotted your little mystery among the Christmas jewels in the Pelican Book Group Holiday Extravaganza Bundle http://www.pelicanbookgroup.com/ec/extravaganza-bundle , I of course had to invite you over! So, thanks for coming. I'd love to do an interview, but for this month it's all about the books - and everyone loves a good Christmas story - and this certainly is one!

Blurb:

A lady Coastguardsman searches for a killer. An oil rig troubleshooter accused of murder races to clear his name. The murderer strives to silence them both. As Amber Meredith seeks to arrest Derrick Darbonne, sparks fly. She needs to solve her first case. But the handsome Cajun suspect makes her heart race and her toes tingle. Derrick has worked all his life for his high-paying, adventurous job. When his past threatens his future, will he endanger the woman he loves?

Excerpt:

“Someone wants us to find the murderer as much as we want to find him.” Amber blew out a breath.

“This is the ninth time this week our Marine Environmental Response unit has been called out to check on reported violations and unreported accidents.”

“Yep.” Stan nodded. “Some anonymous caller wants us to find something on this rig.”

“So, I’ll look for any environmental issues and you check out anything that seems suspicious in regard to the young man’s murder.” Amber put a finger to her lips. “But be cautious, the murderer might still be aboard.”

“Yes, ma’am. And you stay alert.”

“Right.” Amber straightened her cover over her short hair, and stiffened her shoulders. She wouldn’t flub her first mission, even if she were only assisting the Commander. She had to help find the murderer. Her commander wanted her to use these environmental issues to give Stan an opportunity to nose around the rig. She had to prolong her investigation long enough to give him time to search the rig’s bunkroom and interview three of the men.

The elevator doors slid open. A tall, muscular man faced her, back to the sun, face in silhouette.

Amber stepped out, grabbed a breath of fresh salt air, turned her chin up to the sunshine and the cries of seagulls, and then looked directly into the gaze of—her tenant.

“Derrick?” She hadn’t expected to meet him so soon.

Review:

Although you know from the start that Derrick is innocent, Amber doesn’t– and she’s the one he has to convince. It’s obvious from the insider perspective we have that Derrick is being set up, but by who, and why is a mystery to us all, and the author keeps that pretty well hidden

Derrick and Amber are priceless as they dance around each other, neither willing to make the first move. His shyness is so endearing! You just want to step in and nudge him along. And her misinterpretation of him is classic. Amber’s single minded focus on her future is praiseworthy, but pretty confining. Seems like she doesn’t know herself as well as she thinks! What a great cast of characters Ms. Greene has created.

The pacing of the story is wonderful as she cranks the tension higher and higher. Kept me turning the pages!

For more about Anne Greene you can finder her at: http://www.annegreeneauthor.com/

Day 10 - Christmas in Coyote County

2011-12-13T22:55:00.004-05:00

CHRISTMAS STORY EXTRAVAGANZA - Day 10
Every weekday (Monday through Friday) for the month of December I will spotlight a story here on my blog. Yes, this is 17 days of Christmas book browsing. And on Christmas Eve I will announce the lucky winner (at least two that I know of right now). The person who leaves the most comments throughout the month will receive their choice of any one of the books spotlighted. That's from me. Other prizes are being offered by the individual authors.

Oops, I forgot to let the author know I was spotlighting this cute, little story. So I'm sending a big howdy out to Mary Briggs as we take a peek at Christmas in Coyote County. I hope she can stop by...

Blurb:

In Coyote County, Christmas means festive lights, the town parade, hot coffee and cinnamon rolls...not creatures from another planet.

While a glowing green Peeping Tom with two antennae is a little hard to buy, Libby Hawkins doesn’t believe her former school teacher suffers from either dementia or a runaway imagination. There’s a logical explanation, and she intends to discover it before the older woman is placed in a nursing home.

After a twelve year absence, Sheriff Jackson Carter returns to Coyote County to clear his father’s name. He never expected to be waylaid in his quest by alien sightings, and it doesn’t help that stubborn Libby Hawkins--his former girlfriend--is determined to meddle in the investigation.

He hurt Libby when he left town after his father’s death, but it was for her protection. Now Libby’s stumbled on something dangerous. Can he keep her from harm this time? He doesn’t know, but one thing is certain: Christmas in Coyote County has never been so interesting.

Excerpt:

The bright yellow headlights revealed Maddie standing on the front porch of the ranch house, her skinny white legs bare under the old blue robe she had wrapped around her tiny figure. She cradled a shotgun in her arms.

Libby took a deep breath and touched her forehead to the steering wheel. Thank you, Lord. Just seeing her standing there was a wonderful sight. She switched off the truck and grabbed the rifle. Just in case.
She stopped at the bottom of the steps. “What happened? Are you all right?”

Maddie ignored her questions. “Hurry up and get on the porch! It might still be around.”

Libby’s hair prickled on the back of her neck as she stepped up. “What might still be around?”

Maddie shook her head. “I’m not sure what it is. All I know is I scared it real good.”

“Did someone try to break into your house?” A police siren keened in the distance. At least the law would be here in a minute.

“I don’t know if it intended on coming in or not. It was looking in my kitchen window right there when I saw it.”

The siren drew closer. Libby glanced at the window, then down at the floor of the porch. They were standing in pieces of the window pane. “Maddie, you’re barefooted! You’re going to cut yourself to pieces. You stand right there while I get something to sweep up this mess.”

She returned with a broom and an old pair of house shoes that had been inside the door. “Put these on,” she shouted over the sirens. A truck turned into the driveway. From its dashboard, red and blue flashed like strobe lights in disco fashion across the white siding of the house. The sirens stopped and an officer exited the truck. He aimed a flashlight at the porch.

“Is everything OK, Miss Thompson?”

Jackson? Please, please don’t let it be Jackson. “Fine. She’s fine,” Libby answered. If she’d known he was going to show up, she’d have taken time to dress. Or maybe stayed at home. What was the sheriff doing on duty at two a.m.?

There was a long pause. “Libby? Is that you?”

She took a deep breath. “Yes. I came up to check on Maddie. Are you just going to stand out there in the shadows?”

Review:

Can you imagine the heart pumping fear of being awakened by a shotgun blast? And would you have the nerve to jump in a vehicle and rush toward that sound to help someone?

Well, that’s just what Libby does. She jumps out of bed and rushes to find out what’s happening, uncaring of her own safety, her concern is all for her elderly neighbor who lives alone. And Ms. Briggs makes it seem like it’s the most natural thing for someone to do - makes us believe that we would do the same thing under those circumstances.

The fact that it brings Libby into contact with a past she would much rather forget is beyond her control.

This story is full of little twists and turns. What wonderful characters Ms. Briggs introduces us to, and the story line is great, too.

A very sweet story – I loved it!

Day 9 - Nickels

2011-12-12T23:00:00.008-05:00

CHRISTMAS STORY EXTRAVAGANZA - Day 9
Every weekday (Monday through Friday) for the month of December I will spotlight a story here on my blog. Yes, this is 17 days of Christmas book browsing. And on Christmas Eve I will announce the lucky winner (at least two that I know of right now). The person who leaves the most comments throughout the month will receive their choice of any one of the books spotlighted. That's from me. Other prizes are being offered by the individual authors.

Today we have Nickels by Karen Baney, yup, another great story!

Back Cover:

Niki Turner has finally arrived. Her career as a Software Engineer is soaring—she has just been offered the company’s most sought after account, Helitronics. Life would be perfect, if she could stop her roommate from playing matchmaker.

Then Kyle Jacobs mysteriously re-enters her life. As painful memories resurface, his presence turns her life upside down and threatens to waylay her career. She must find a way to work with him—after all, he’s the helicopter flight consultant for the new flight control system she’s coding.

Can she forget the past and see him as the new man he has become? Or will her resentment keep her from finding what she has always been searching for?

Excerpt:

Coffee, granola bar, purse, phone, laptop. All items accounted for. She set everything in its place in her car then punched the button to lift the garage door.

Her first stop of the morning was Elite‘s office. Brian asked her to meet him there to go over a few things before the meeting with Helitronics at ten. As was his custom, he would personally attend the first meeting before handing over the project to his people.

She pulled into her usual parking space, turned off the car, and loaded her items up to the second floor office. Brian was there waiting. She dropped her items in a nearby cube, before joining him in his office.
"Here‘s the rundown of the project," he said. "We‘re programming the aviation systems for the latest model helicopter for the Air Force Combat Search and Rescue units. You know CSAR?"

Niki held back a sigh. Of course she knew. After four years on a military base and going to school with lifetime military brats, she felt quite comfortable with military lingo.

"Helitronics has hired a former pilot as the flight consultant on the project. That‘s the good news. The bad news is that we are inheriting some pretty terrible code."

Niki nodded as she took notes on her laptop.

"Seems the previous firm, while supplying engineers with the proper clearance, failed to choose qualified ones. They were scheduled to have the code loaded into the simulators by the end of this month. From what Russell tells me, they are not even close. So, Helitronics fired the other firm and set new deadlines, though they are still pretty tight.

"The project manager is from Helitronics. You and the team will be reporting to him. You‘ve got Doug and Jake again. And Scott. I think you worked with him for that medical client."

She nodded again.

Brian looked down at his watch. "This morning‘s the meet-and-greet. Then we jump in with both feet this afternoon. Any questions?"

After she asked several questions about the condition of the code, programming language, and projected deadlines, Brian suggested they head over to Helitronics. She grabbed her things and followed him to his car.

The drive from Elite‘s office only took ten minutes. Unfortunately, going through security took nearly fifteen minutes. They examined her phone, her laptop, her lip gloss—everything. She forgot what a daily ordeal working for DoD clients presented. But it was worth it.

Finally, with two minutes to spare, Brian and Niki were led back to the conference room. Russell handled the introductions since he knew everyone from both Elite and Helitronics.

"Todd Graham," Russell said, "allow me to introduce Niki Turner. She‘s our technical lead. I believe you know Brian Forbes."

Turning to Niki, Russell added, "Todd is the Project Manager."

She extended her hand towards the tall thin man who looked as if a slight breeze might knock him over. Todd shook her hand, but not before scrutinizing her with his dark brown eyes. Something about the look put her on edge.

"So, Niki, is it?" he said with a touch of suspicion. "How old are you?"

If this was her first client, she might have retreated into a corner—at least mentally. But it wasn‘t. By now she was used to being asked her age, no matter how inappropriate. It still irked her. No one ever asked Russell‘s age, and he was only two years older than her.

"Todd, a pleasure to meet you. I‘m sure you will find my skills are ready for any challenge you throw my way."

Brian‘s quick nod told her she performed perfectly.

Russell cleared his throat, drawing everyone‘s attention. "And this is Alan Mitchel. He‘s the business analyst who has worked on the specs for this project from the beginning. I think you‘ll find his experience on the project helpful."

Niki shook Alan‘s hand, noting his light touch. He seemed a bit nervous, or maybe it was his wire framed glasses that gave her that impression. He was the same height as her. She placed his age somewhere in his mid-thirties.

"Alan," she said repeating his name softly. That little trick helped her more times than she cared to admit. She could be good at remembering names when she wanted to.

When they all took their seats, she thought there was one introduction missing—the helicopter pilot. She looked around the room again. Nope. Todd and Alan were the only people from Helitronics. Perhaps, they would meet him later.

As the meeting neared the twenty minute mark, the door opened behind Niki.

"Sorry, I‘m late," a male voice said. "I guess security still hasn‘t figured out how to deal with my shrapnel. I keep hoping one of these days they‘ll figure it out."

Niki, back still towards the door, tensed at the sound of his light laughter. She knew that laugh—heard it far too many times for her own taste. And it brought back some pretty bad memories.

Turning slowly like the end of a merry-go-round ride, her stomach knotted into a rock hard ball. Kyle Jacobs was the pilot.

Review:

What a great personification of a lost soul searching for God, but after all she’s lost, Niki’s floundering is totally understandable. That’s what makes this such a wonderful story – she’s so real – but so broken. Ms. Baney does a great job of bringing her characters to life – making them multi dimensional.

Niki certainly has earned her way in a market dominated by men. She knows her own strengths – and weaknesses - and knows the meaning of teamwork, too. What she doesn’t know is how to have a healthy relationship, how to let go of her fear of losing the ones she loves so that she can live a fulfilling life. Her past losses will dominate every moment of her existence unless she opens her heart and learns to live again.

Kyle wants to help her get beyond the past, wants to show her how much he has changed. What a journey this author leads us through as we watch Niki learn some hard lessons about life and love.

Marvelous story! Well done!

You can find more on Karen Baney at: http://www.karenbaney.com/

Day 8 - The Visionary

2011-12-11T00:00:00.006-05:00

CHRISTMAS STORY EXTRAVAGANZA - Day 8
Every weekday (Monday through Friday) for the month of December I will spotlight a story here on my blog. Yes, this is 17 days of Christmas book browsing. And on Christmas Eve I will announce the lucky winner (at least two that I know of right now). The person who leaves the most comments throughout the month will receive their choice of any one of the books spotlighted. That's from me. Other prizes are being offered by the individual authors.

Today I'm here to welcome a good friend of mine, Pam Thibodeaux, with her latest book release, The Visionary.

Welcome, Pam. Thank you for having me here today and for hosting me during my month-long blog tour for The Visionary.

You must be very excited with this latest release. I personally think this is your best yet (and I think I've read them all). I know you've been working on this one for awhile. Was it difficulty with the story, or with finding the right publisher? To be honest, Donna the difficulty lay in finding the right publisher. This book was written in 2003 and contracted in 2008 by an ‘up and coming’ publisher but never materialized. In 2009, I signed with an agent and again, we went nowhere. Then in July 2010 Five Star Expressions sent me a contract. Used to the process with small publishers, I must say this 16 month wait has been nearly unbearable LOL! Alas….good things come to those who wait. I trust the Lord has had this project in HIS more-than-capable hands and impeccable timing.

What lead you down the path to this idea? Oh Lord, what a question! When I first wrote The Visionary in a 5-subject notebook (where most of my stuff began way back when) I had in mind a sweet romance featuring m/f twins and their love interests. When I first typed the novel, I thought, “this is my light romance!” which was a great relief after some of my other work which dealt with subjects like domestic violence, grief and betrayal. However, one day I sent off the first 3 chapters to a friend and her response was, “these twins are awful close, you need to be careful.” Of course that made me wonder Why? What happened to them or between them to make them so close (I couldn’t seem to tone down their intense feelings for one another). Then one day I walked out of my office one day into the living room where my husband sat watching a popular talk show. In a heart-wrenching scene the young man on the show apologized to his sisters because he couldn’t stop the abuse they suffered at the hands of their father. I swear, every drop of blood drained from my body and I began to argue with God…. No! Not that! Anything but that! I can’t write this! I have no experience in this! I’m not qualified as a minister or therapist! God….PLEASE….no. Three days of wavering, three days of arguing, three days of not being able to sit down and write a single word and God finally confronted me with…. “Who are you writing for anyway?” I capitulated and wrote the entire story in 4 months during the busiest time of year for a bookkeeper/tax preparer.

Are you working on anything else right now that we can look forward to? Yes! My short story, Lori’s Redemption is under consideration with White Rose Publishing. My WF novel, Circles of Fate is being edited for submission and I have numerous other projects in the works.

It's been so nice chatting with you. Care to share a little bit about your story? I'd love to! Here's the blurb and an excerpt - enjoy!

Blurb:

A Visionary is someone who sees into the future; Taylor Forrestier sees into the past but only as it pertains to her work. Hailed by her peers as “a visionary with an instinct for beauty and an eye for the unique” Taylor is undoubtedly a brilliant architect and gifted designer. But she and twin brother Trevor, share more than a successful business. The two share a childhood wrought with lies and deceit and the kind of abuse that’s disgustingly prevalent in today’s society. Can the love of God and the awesome healing power of His grace and mercy free the twins from their past and open their hearts to the good plan and the future He has for their lives? Find out in…The Visionary ~ Where the awesome power of God’s love heals the most wounded of souls.

Excerpt:

Taylor thrashed about and fought the fear clamoring in her throat. Panic stole her breath. The monster held her while Trevor grappled with a gun. She struggled and kicked, but the monster held her fast. She had to get away. She had to stop him! She begged and pleaded, but the monster just laughed. His gnarled, horrid sound sent shivers of terror through her soul. A blast of gunshot, a flash of lightning, and the scream tore free from her throat and echoed through the room. The door burst open and strong arms encircled her. Gentle hands stroked and soothed, a soft voice caressed, tender words flowed over her. Taylor buried her face in Alex’s shoulder while he cradled her against his chest and rocked.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” she murmured. A pulse hammered against her skin, a tremble shimmered down her spine. She pushed herself closer, found safety and comfort in his embrace. Alex tightened his arms around her, smoothed her hair.

“It’s okay. That’s why I’m here and exactly why I didn’t want to leave you alone tonight.”

Award-winning author, Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a Lifetime Member of Bayou Writers Group. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!”™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”

Pamela S Thibodeaux

"Inspirational with an Edge!" (tm)

http://pamelathibodeaux.com

http://pamswildroseblog.blogspot.com

DonnaB.Snow's Review

This was one story I didn't want to put down. I fell in love with Trevor and Taylor right from the start. The love between this brother and sister drips from the pages as they look out for each other, sharing their heartaches - then learning to let go.

But still, Trevor's overprotectiveness is no match for Alex's fast-growing feelings for Taylor. I couldn't help but root for Alex. I could feel the attraction between them, that instant attraction when two souls connect. The patience he shows as he gets to know her and understand all she's been through can only come from God.

I loved the detail of Taylor's interior designs also. The warmth of the description, colors and textures, made me feel like I was there. So beautiful!

And then the additional romance between Trevor and Pam is just icing on the cake.

The Visionary is a Christian romance unlike any other I've read. I think Ms. Thibodeaux is a visionary herself.

...on the tree...

2011-12-10T11:20:00.008-05:00

Behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that I will raise unto David a righteous Branch, and a King shall reign and prosper, and shall execute judgement and justice in the earth. Jer 23:5

The real joy of Christmas is that God fulfills all His promises and did send His Son, the Prince of Peace who one day will reign in all His glory.

Day 7 - Savanna's Gift

2011-12-08T23:00:00.001-05:00

CHRISTMAS STORY EXTRAVAGANZA - Day 7
Every weekday (Monday through Friday) for the month of December I will spotlight a story here on my blog. Yes, this is 17 days of Christmas book browsing. And on Christmas Eve I will announce the lucky winner (at least two that I know of right now). The person who leaves the most comments throughout the month will receive their choice of any one of the books spotlighted. That's from me. Other prizes are being offered by the individual authors.

Welcome, Camille, and thanks for stopping by with Savanna's Gift!

Blurb:

When Savanna gets a second chance at the love of her life, will her dream that once divided them get in the way?

Forced to return to the ski lodge where she once worked, Savanna Holt is reminded of one special Christmas and how ambition led her to make the worst mistake of her life: leaving Luke Nelson. Stunned to discover Luke never left, but worked his way up from lift operator to manager, Savanna sees the opportunity as a gift from God. She’s determined to win Luke back. But Luke wants no reminders of his past hurt, or a relationship with the woman who put ambition before love. Can Savanna convince Luke she’s changed and her interest isn't because of his position? And when her dream job beckons, will she sacrifice her dream for a second chance at love?

Excerpt:

Heat from the fire warmed Savanna’s cheeks as she recognized the spot where, four years ago, she had
curled close to Luke’s hammering heart and promised to be his wife under the glow of a similar twinkling
Christmas tree.

Her cheeks burned at the memory of his lips touching hers, gently at first, and then claiming
her mouth, stealing her breath—

Mylie clutched Savanna’s hand. “This is the beautifulest Christmas I’ve ever seen!”

“Thank you,” a deep voice said.

Savanna turned. A broad‐shouldered man in a dark green polo and slacks had crouched to Mylie’s
level to ask if she’d gotten a cookie yet. His calm, quiet voice sent tremors through Savanna, raising goose
bumps along her arms.

No. It couldn’t be.

Smiling, the man straightened and faced Savanna. In the dim glow from the lights, he looked like—

No. It was a trick of the lighting. An overdose from all that daydreaming. It was—

Luke.

Review:

This is THE PERFECT Christmas story! A lot of heartache, a little angst, lots of love and forgiveness.

From the scents of Christmas in the lobby, to the decorations in the lounge – she describes this Christmas wonderland so well, from holiday treats to a warm, glowing fire – you’ll feel like you’re there.

Out of the kindness of her heart, Savanna does her friend a favor, exposing herself to facing some heartbreaking memories. Only it’s not just memories. She comes face to face with her past. Tension oozes off the pages so thick that you can feel her nervousness and regrets. And pain just pours off of Luke as he tries to deal with seeing her again.

This story moves you gently through a gamut of emotions so real they could be your own.

What a gift this story is!

Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5cJlr7KmSk&feature=youtu.be

Camille Eide writes contemporary Christian romance and romantic women’s fiction. She lives in Oregon with her husband and is mom to three brilliant college-age kids. She’s grateful for the amazing grace of God, and either in spite of or thanks to that grace, she has a PhD in Learning Stuff the Hard Way. She’s also a church secretary, a bassist, and a passably devoted fan of classic rock, muscle cars, and Jane Austen.

For more about Camille, go to: www.camilleeide.com

Day 6 - Peril

2011-12-07T22:09:00.005-05:00

CHRISTMAS STORY EXTRAVAGANZA - Day 6
Every weekday (Monday through Friday) for the month of December I will spotlight a story here on my blog. Yes, this is 17 days of Christmas book browsing. And on Christmas Eve I will announce the lucky winner (at least two that I know of right now). The person who leaves the most comments throughout the month will receive their choice of any one of the books spotlighted. That's from me. Other prizes are being offered by the individual authors.

Welcome, Suzanne Hartmann! Wow! Great story - thanks for stopping by and sharing a bit with us!

Blurb:

Lady Anne, a top operative of the OJL, the American government’s most clandestine intelligence organization, is paid to be paranoid, and she’s good at her job. So good, in fact, that she singlehandedly stops an assassination attempt at the White House. When newspapers splash her photo over the front page for saving King Ahmad—a Muslim recently converted to the Christian faith—not only is her cover in jeopardy, but the secrets of her enhanced strength and the entire agency. Then she’s given another assignment—to escort King Ahmad to a NASCAR track....

Stuart Jackson, age 33 and at the peak of his career as the reigning Cup Champion of NASCAR, has everything anyone could want—fame, fortune, success. But after he’s nearly blown up by a bomb at the White House, his achievements lose their allure. Nor can he forget the mysterious Lady Anne.

Excerpt:

“I must admit that my reaction to the assignment of a woman to guard me was not worthy of a Christian.”

A warning flag raised in her mind, but she nodded politely. If the vestiges of his Islamic upbringing and its view of women as weaker than men both physically and mentally still colored his opinions, would it cause any problems if Husam-Jabbar fulfilled its promise to attack the king sometime today?

“The way you carried out your duty, however, set aside any remaining doubt. I had been told that you were the best, but when I first met you this morning, you were hardly what I expected.”

“I rarely am.” She looked him directly in the eyes, something Muslim women are not allowed to do. A test to see if his opinion of women had truly changed as much as he seemed to think.

If her boldness bothered him, he didn’t allow it to show. “If you do not mind my saying so, you have a delightful accent. I detect a hint of British and a bit of French. Are you, perhaps, from Monaco?”

Her arm froze midair. She lowered the cracker in her hand to the plate. “I am sorry, Your Majesty. The people in your foreign department must not have told you...”

“Did not tell me what?”

His confusion seemed genuine. Perhaps he truly hadn’t been told. “Due to the clandestine nature of my job, my personal life must remain private. This was agreed to when I accepted the assignment.” Silently, she willed him not to make this an issue. “My refusal is simply a rule I must follow for my own safety.”

A frown darkened the king’s face. “It is my safety at issue. A week has not passed since my conversion without an attempt on my life. Do you not think I have a right to know more about the person in whose hands I place my life?”

Time to derail his line of thought. “Have you prayed for your safety?”

The king blinked. “Of course.”

“Do you trust the Lord to provide for you?”

A hint of anger darkened the king’s eyes. “Yes, but—”

“Then you need to trust Him. He has provided.”

Review:

Fast paced and a real page turner!

First, all the subterfuge surrounding Lady Anne, add to that the assassination attempts on King Ahmad, the first Muslim leader turned Christian, then toss in a champion NASCAR driver that can't stop thinking about the mystery woman. The mix is as hot as the track their racing on. And a race it is as Lady Anne becomes a target on the run.

Great characters, wonderful plot - toss in a little heartache, a little romance, and stir well. What a great ride this story is!

To celebrate the release of this debut novel, Suzanne's having

a KINDLE give away at her blog http://fasttrackthrillers.blogspot.com/
Stop by for your chance!

PERIL: A Fast Track Thriller (Available from OakTara )
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BOOK TRAILER for PERIL

Day 5 - Nick and Noelle

2011-12-06T21:12:00.006-05:00

CHRISTMAS STORY EXTRAVAGANZA - Day 5
Every weekday (Monday through Friday) for the month of December I will spotlight a story here on my blog. Yes, this is 17 days of Christmas book browsing. And on Christmas Eve I will announce the lucky winner (at least two that I know of right now). The person who leaves the most comments throughout the month will receive their choice of any one of the books spotlighted. That's from me. Other prizes are being offered by the individual authors.

Welcome Kara Lynn! Sorry to spring this on you at the last minute (no, she had no idea I was going to spotlight her story LOL), but when I read the blurb, and then the excerpt, I was hooked. It sounded like a great story!!!

So here's another Christmas story to add to your wish list - and boy is it a fun one!

Blurb:

“What I want,” the pastor stated “is for you two to learn how to get along. Separately you both have much to offer the church. Together – you’re a disaster waiting to happen.”

Nick and Noelle have been in competition against each other from their Christmas day births to their present adulthood. After their rivalry causes chaos at a youth group event, Pastor Thorn assigns Nick and Noelle the task of decorating the church for Christmas. Can Nick and Noelle cooperate?

Will they end up killing each other – or maybe kissing each other?

Excerpt:

Nick leaned forward, resting a hand on the counter on either side of her. “Did it ever occur to you,” he growled, his face inches from hers, “that we’d have no problem getting along if you weren’t so stubborn.”

Noelle folded her arms across her chest. “Did it ever occur to you that you might be the stubborn one?”

"I'm trying to be nice."

"Well try harder."

He refused to back up and knew she couldn't as the counter was behind her. "Have lunch with me."

"What?"

"That's what I came in to talk to you about. I wanted to take you to lunch to talk about decorating the church for Christmas."

"Lunch?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Wherever you like."

Noelle placed her hands on his chest and pushed. He didn't move.

"What's your answer?”

"I didn't know I was being given a choice."

"You are. What's your answer?"

"Really, Ni—"

"And if 'really Nick' comes out of your mouth one more time today I'll..." He stared at her mouth. She was close enough to silence with a kiss. He was suddenly aware of her palms, still flattened across his chest. For several heartbeats he stood there, incredibly attuned to her nearness, her warmth, the smell of her shampoo.

Had he lost his mind? Abruptly, he backed away.

Review:

Oh, this story is priceless. From childhood rivalry to adult attraction, the sparks surely fly! With the task set before them – by their pastor - to learn to get along, Nick and Noelle have no choice but to face what’s between them. And it isn’t all competitiveness and not liking each other that’s the problem. Feelings strong enough to set off sparks this bright can only lead to something lasting and deep. Watching them discover their relationship is outright fun as they weave in and around each other.

I love the way Ms. Russell writes. What a wonderful touch of humor she adds to this heartwarming story. This is definitely a Christmas keeper!

Tessa's Teacakes

2011-12-05T21:42:00.003-05:00

CHRISTMAS STORY EXTRAVAGANZA - Day 4
Every weekday (Monday through Friday) for the month of December I will spotlight a story here on my blog. Yes, this is 17 days of Christmas book browsing. And on Christmas Eve I will announce the lucky winner (at least two that I know of right now). The person who leaves the most comments throughout the month will receive their choice of any one of the books spotlighted. That's from me. Other prizes are being offered by the individual authors.

Well here's the next treat in my December lineup! Welcome, Mary Manners! I decided we all needed something a little sweet today, so I hope the shop is ready for a lot of new customers to pop by!

So here's a little nibble of this wonderful story...

Blurb:

Tessa, the youngest Spencer sister--and the most impulsive--rushes into the Mount Ridge crisis center bent on saving her brother-in-law. She's ready to handle Brent's abductor, with or without help. What she's not ready to handle is the effect policeman, Colin Phillips, has on her. Romance is the last thing on Tessa's mind. She longs for the adventure and fast-pace of New York City, not being tied to Mount Ridge and a man who insists she shouldn't be so impetuous. After all "independent spirit" is what Tessa does best! Colin transferred from the police force in Atlanta in order to find closure after the brutal murder of his younger sister. He wants a nice, safe future, not one filled with caring and worrying about another impulsive woman. His sister was naïve and unpredictable, and while Colin is drawn to Tessa's spunk and vitality, her willingness to rush into danger scares him. No way could he cope with another devastating loss. His heart must remain closed where Tessa is concerned. But God has His own plans...and His own way of changing hearts and cultivating love.

Excerpt:

“Mattie—Jason Sloane’s up there with Brent.” Tessa stepped forward and dipped beneath the caution tape. “Remember the threats Jason made last week when Brent tried to help his wife?”

“Yes.” Mattie paused as she approached the caution tape. Blue and red light washed over her. “But, Tessa, wait! You can’t just go in there.”

A shout from the building echoed across the lawn, and Tessa’s head snapped up to see Jason Sloane leaning from the window of Brent’s office. He shouted into the storm, his voice slurred. She gasped.

Mattie’s shoulder brushed Tessa’s. “Tessa, do as he says.”

“Brent’s in trouble and Grace is sure to find out soon, if she doesn’t already know what’s going on. I can’t stand the thought of her so worried.” Tessa spun to face her sister. The dank odor of rain and decaying leaves filled her nose, and a rivulet of water drizzled down her back. “You can just stand around out here if you want, but I’m going to help him.”

“You’re not going anywhere but there.” The officer jabbed a finger toward the crowd. “Now move back and let me do my job.”

5 star Review:

Indeed, the family that bakes together, stays together. These sisters define what true family is - standing together and beside each other through thick and thin (and I don't just mean batter).

Tessa certainly seems to have met her match in Sergeant Colin Phillips as she jumps right in to protect her extended family. And in turn, he endeavours to protect her and her sister from jumping in harms way. Sparks fly between Colin and Tessa even as admiration and respect grows.

The empathy and love in this family is a blessing to all those who come in contact with them, especially Colin.

How about you? Come on in to the Sweet Treat stories and see what I mean!

Christmas - Gold, Frankincense and Murder

2011-12-04T23:00:00.001-05:00

CHRISTMAS STORY EXTRAVAGANZA - Day 3
Every weekday (Monday through Friday) for the month of December I will spotlight a story here on my blog. Yes, this is 17 days of Christmas book browsing. And on Christmas Eve I will announce the lucky winner (at least two that I know of right now). The person who leaves the most comments throughout the month will receive their choice of any one of the books spotlighted. That's from me. Other prizes are being offered by the individual authors.

Welcome, Barbara and thank you for joining me this Christmas season. I really enjoyed your story, but I especially love the heroine's name. Matter of fact, the first time someone said it in the story, I actually wanted to look around and see who was talking to me. LOL

Blurb:

High school geometry teacher, Donna Russell likes her life well-ordered and logical, even if it is a tad solitary at times. But when a charming co-worker at the local food bank disappears just before Christmas, Donna is left with more questions than solutions.

After the missing man's neighbor, muscle-bound EMT Sam Holton, volunteers as Donna's crime-fighting sidekick, sparks fly between them. Donna wonders if Sam can be trusted, or if he's trying to throw an unknown into her calculations—and her life.

And when police recover a body from the icy Niagara River, Donna is faced with the most frustrating equation of all: can murder plus mayhem ever equal romance?

Excerpt:

The next time the bell above the door jangled, a petite blonde pranced in. She wore a form-fitting coat and dainty blue fuzzy earmuffs. “Whew! It’s cold out there!” At least she appeared blonde. I had doubts. She spotted me behind the counter and her shoulders sagged.

“Good morning,” I said, as she leaned in to sign the client sheet, giving me the perfect vantage from which to examine her roots. I was right.

I handed her one bag, and she headed straight to the canned fruit section. I glanced at the name on the sheet. Daphne. Of course, she is.

“We just got in some peaches, Daphne,” I called out after her.

“I see them. Thanks.” She tossed a few cans into her bag. “Hey, what happened to the guy who’s normally here?”

“Neal? I don’t know. He’s AWOL.”

“Hmm.” She turned to our meager selection of protein and snagged two cans of tuna. Odd. I would have pegged her as a vegetarian. She must have seen me looking at the cans. “For my cat,” she said. “Anyway, I’m a little concerned about Neal. He didn’t say anything to me about going anywhere. Maybe he’s sick or something.” She ran a hand through her hair. Static held one strand straight up. I considered telling her, but I enjoyed it too much.

It’s not that I had anything against petite, blonde vegetarians in particular. But throughout my life, I’d watched many of my male friends fall head-over-heels for that particular species, only to be dumped for a new flirtation. And then old pal Donna, the gangly brunette with pale blue-gray eyes hidden behind thicker and thicker glasses and no flirtation skills whatsoever, was always right there to help—with the heartbreak and their math homework. At least until the next cute blonde batted her eyelashes. But that was high school. And college. And grad school. Okay, maybe I did have a problem with petite, blonde vegetarians.

Review:

Ms. Early shares a wonderful sense of humor in her writing. as well as a genuine sense of curiosity that just oozes from Ms. Russell, the heroine of the story.

Hmmm, an absent co-worker, a math teacher who can’t make things add up, and a hunk of a neighbor who’s too good to be true…

I’d forgotten how much I enjoy a good mystery. Ms. Early did a very nice job of not giving away whodunit. Matter of fact, I had no idea at all until the last pages (although I suppose a better sleuth than I might have seen clues that I missed). Some of her ideas certainly sounded possible to me!

A very cute and clever story! I really enjoyed it!

The Reason for the Season

2011-12-03T16:12:00.004-05:00

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God.
John 1:1

So at the beginning of this holy season, let us all remember that Jesus IS the reason for the season.

It's not a "holiday" season, but a HOLY-day season. The gift of God's Son - the gift of God's forgiveness is what I celebrate.

What about you?