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Hope You've Moved with my Blog on My Homepage

2011-11-09T08:56:00.002-06:00

Hope you haven't been missing all the wonderful stories on my blog which is now on my homepage. Drop by!

Ausjenny: The Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award

2011-06-23T23:15:00.001-05:00

Ausjenny: The Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award

I'll post more on my current blog on Sunday or soon!

This blog has moved

2011-01-21T10:24:00.002-06:00

In case you haven't noticed, I've moved my blog to the homepage of my website. Please drop by and click RSS feed so you don't miss any stories of strong women!

Also if you visit, http://booksbylyncote.com/SWBS/free-read
you'll see that I've begun archiving by chapter the free serialized novel I'm posting on my blog this year. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I post a new scene. Come watch as La Belle Christiane's story unfolds!"--Lyn

A New Year, A New Website and Blog

2011-01-10T09:46:00.003-06:00

I am going to leave this blog up for the time being. But I've moved my blog to the homepage of my website: www.BooksbyLynCote.com

Today I've posted the ending of Chapter One of La Belle Christiane. Hope you'll drop by and find out which man takes her as his bride.

I've made this change because of some technical issues but the theme of this blog, Strong Women, Brave Stories will continue the same.

Please drop by and subscribe to my new location!--Lyn

Once More with Feeling

2011-01-06T07:58:00.003-06:00

Can the beautiful daughter of a French courtesan find a love that will last forever?

Once more I'm suggesting chapter one, scene two of La Belle Christiane. Starting Monday, I'll be posting a scene or scenes of my first manuscript Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Hope you'll stop by and invite a friend!
Just click this link.
http://strongwomenbravestories.blogspot.com/2010/12/preview-of-labelle-christiane-part-two.html

Author Michelle Stimpson & the Strength of Surrender

2011-01-05T02:26:00.000-06:00

My guest today is author and speaker Michelle Stimpson. She shares about "The Strength to Surrender." Here's Michelle:

"I’m the oldest child and the oldest grandchild of a strong woman who was the oldest among her siblings. Given my genealogy, I was quite prone to making quick decisions and taking action. I called it “taking charge.” My husband called it “taking over.”

Generally, once I’d made up my mind about something that seemed pretty obvious to me, I’d jump in with both feet and get to swimmin’. I’d talk to God about my progression in a “Look, God, no hands!” kind of way. Needless to say, when I’d come to the end of myself and made a complete mess of things, I would go crying to God and He would rescue me for His namesake.

The main character in Last Temptation, Patricia “Peaches” Miller, happens to be on one of those self-appointed super-woman missions. (Wonder where I got that idea from?) Driven by guilt piled on top of guilt and regret, she quickly finds her life spiraling downhill in a series of compounding bad decisions.

God is certainly a present help in the time of trouble (Psalm 46:1). No matter what the circumstances, He has promised us that if we return to Him, He will return to us (James 4:8). I’ve found Him to be not only faithful to rescue us, but gracious about the rescue as well.

Perhaps even better, the Spirit of God can lead us and guide us around unnecessary drama, pain, and flat out foolishness if we’d simply consult Him before we go off on these wild goose chases. Can I get an amen?

Like Peaches, I’ve come to experience God’s strength in practical daily issues. A few weeks ago, I was peacefully writing in a corner of Panera restaurant when a man came into “my” area cursing and talking loudly on his cell phone. My first thought was to ask the man to lower his voice. But his conversation was so offensive, I wasn’t quite sure this guy was reasonable. My second thought was to move, but I already had my stuff strewn across the table. Now that I was out of Michelle-based options, I said a quick prayer and asked God to “do something.” Within just a few minutes, the man’s cell phone lost its signal. And within twenty minutes, he left without even unpacking his laptop.

No extra drama, no need for repentance, no ungodly display of Ruth’s oldest granddaughter. That’s the power of the Holy Spirit activated!

The truth is: no matter how smart or capable we think we are, the most perfect thing we’ll ever be able to do is surrender to God. It takes a strong, yet simple faith to realize that the sooner we come to the end of ourselves (assuming we have any power whatsoever), the more we’ll know His strength in every area of our lives. "--Michelle

Her latest book:

Will a dream come true push one woman to her limits?

Sensible single mother Patricia "Peaches" Miller isn't about to follow in her mama's footsteps and become dependent on a man--no, that would be too easy. But when she doesn't see eye to eye with the man she wants to marry, she knows that returning to a life of girls' nights out, retail therapy, and chocolate peanut clusters just won't do for her. Then Raphael, her son's father, steps back into the picture--and makes it clear that his attraction to Peaches is stronger than ever. There's just one problem. Raphael has already pledged his heart to another woman.

Peaches has been praying for a perfect family for a long time. Deep down she knows this can't be God's idea of an answer--but can you blame a girl for hoping? Now, as she battles with temptation, and with her faith, she's not sure which will win. . .

"Michelle Stimpson does a wonderful job of creating characters that are believable and loveable. The Divas of Damascus Road will make you laugh, cry and laugh some more." --Good Girl Book Club

Michelle Stimpson Bio

www.MichelleStimpson.com

Bestselling author Michelle Stimpson has penned several works, including Boaz Brown, Divas of Damascus Road, Breaking Bondage to Biscuits, The Good Stuff, Trouble In My Way, and her latest release, Last Temptation. She also publishes short stories through her educational publishing company. Michelle is a part-time language arts consultant and serves in the Creative Tyme Ministry at her home church, Oak Cliff Bible Fellowship. Michelle lives near Dallas with her husband, their two teenage children, and one crazy dog.

Thanks, Michelle, for sharing. I think you and I have a lot in common. I've had to learn to let matters go and depend on God. When I don't--bad.--Lyn

For more info:

Links:

Website - www.MichelleStimpson.com

Blog - www.Womengic.blogspot.com

Book Tuesday-Author Leann Harris & Second Chance Ranch

2011-01-04T02:26:00.003-06:00

My guest today is Author Leann Harris, whose book Second Chance Ranch, debuts this month! Here's Leann:

I want to thank Lyn for this opportunity to share. But I’d like to give the readers just a little different twist on a brave story. I’m going to let the heroine in my latest book, Second Chance Ranch, do the talking. Sometimes our characters are more articulate than we are.

Thanks, Leann, I appreciate it. My name is Sophie Powell and I grew up in New Mexico. After college, I joined the Army and became a medic and was sent to Iraq. When I went for training at Walter Reed midway through my deployment, I visited one of my ex-patients in the hospital. Jack lost his legs in a road-side explosion, but when I caught up with him, he was going riding at a stable outside D.C. in the Maryland countryside. Equine therapy is what it is called.

You should’ve seen Jack’s face as he settled into the saddle and rode around the ring on his mount. I saw hope and victory in his eyes. I remembered the despair in his eyes as I worked to stabilize him in the field and knew then what God wanted me to do with my life after the Army. Of course, I am a horsewoman. I love to ride and had a horse when I was a girl. God knew that I needed the healing that horses and helping others could bring to my heart. It brought my family back to me and it brought me the love of my life, Zachary McClure.

I want to say that God took the ashes of Zach’s and my lives and turned them into beauty. When both Zach and I thought our lives were useless and were in a fog, He showed us the path to take. And that path brought healing, joy, and love. I hope you’ll read our story.

I am humbled to serve the great men and women of our military. The courage it takes for a soldier to put his/her life together after being wounded is amazing. Our prayers should be with them and their families. . . Sophie Powell

Now, Sophie might be a character in my book, but her words are the truth, and our soldiers and their families need our prayers and thanks."--Leann

Barbara Harrison aka Leann Harris Bio
When Barbara was first introduced to her husband in college she knew she would never date the man. He was a graduate student getting a PhD in physics, and Barbara had purposely taken a second year of biology in high school to avoid taking physics. So much for first impressions. They have been married thirty-nine years and still approach life from very different angles. After graduating from the University of Texas at Austin, Barbara taught math and science to deaf high school students for a couple of years until the birth of her first child. When her youngest child started school, Barbara decided to fulfill a life-long dream and began writing. After both her children left home, she went back to teaching.

She is a former president of the Dallas Area Romance Writers and founding member. Barbara presently lives in Plano, Texas with her husband. Her thirteenth novel Second Chance Ranch. is a Jan ‘1 release

Visit her at her webpage www.leannharris.com or barbharrison.com
Another book for my TBR pile!--Lyn

Remember this?

2011-01-03T02:26:00.002-06:00

Friends,
I've been planning to share something with you for the past few months and have been preparing for it.

In 1980's, I began writing my first manuscript. I literally ran after my two toddlers with a clipboard in my hand and wrote whenever they paused. GRIN.

Anyway I wrote that story without knowing anything about the market. In fact, I told myself just to write the book and then I'd think about marketing it. The thought of that was overwhelming at that time.

It took me three years of writing to finish my first manuscript-1,000 handwritten pages. Whew!

I found out that while it garnered interest from agents and editors, it never found a publisher.

I think that's because there are "unwritten" rules for inspirational fiction and I didn't know them or follow them. I still think it's a good story and I've revised it and am revising and improving it once more. Also I don't want it to sit ignored on my shelf forever.

So I decided to post it here as a serially each week, starting in January. That's right.
I'll be posting my first manuscript here, a three scenes each week starting now.

This week, I plan to post the December previews for you. then beginning next week, I'll post 2-3 scenes a week, usually on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

So be sure to drop by! And tell your friends!

The title is LaBelle Christiane. The tag line is: Can the beautiful daughter of a French courtesan find a love that will last forever in early America?

Don't miss this gift to my readers. Here's the link to Chapter One Part 1
Tell your friends! The more the merrier!--Lyn

Book Review-Author Janet Tronstad & A Hero For Dry Creek

2010-12-29T09:15:00.002-06:00

A Hero For Dry Creek

FUN! FUN! FUN! This is the first Janet Tronstad "Dry Creek" series book I've read. It won't be my last! Who couldn't love a romance that starts with the heroine awakening to find Prince Charming standing outside her window in a tuxedo. And her window is on her family's Redfern Ranch in a tiny town of Dry Creek, Montana. I loved the heroine Nicki and the hero Garrett (who is a trucker when he's not Prince Charming). So many delightful touches, such as the old men sitting around the stove at the general store reading Women's World! FUN! FUN! FUN!

A Hero for Dry Creek is a 2003 Love Inspired. To find a current Janet Tronstad's delightful romantic Dry Creek comedies, try

Sugar Plums for Dry Creek and At Home in Dry Creek. To purchase, go to

http://www.eharlequin.com/storeitem.html?iid=22744

Last Chance to Win in 2010!

2010-12-27T02:26:00.000-06:00

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Her Healing Ways (Love Inspired Historical)

by Lyn Cote

Giveaway ends January 01, 2011.

See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.

Enter to win

Merry Christmas! A Little Light-Hearted You Tube for You!

2010-12-24T02:26:00.002-06:00

Here's a fun video, my Merry Christmas to you. I hope you all have a warm and cozy Christmas. Enjoy the old Christmas movies and sing a carol or three. Scroll down the right column to the blog list and see that I'm posting a part of the Christmas story at www.CraftieLadiesofRomance today.

I'm not going to blog the last week of December. We're having company and I have a book to turn in on Monday January 4th, 2011! See you in the New Year!

Author Patricia Hickman & A Hurricane Mom

2010-12-23T02:26:00.000-06:00

This is the final guest post from my friend best-selling author Patricia Hickman (At least, the last for this year!). Read her story and see if you have experienced what she did. I'll share some too at the end.

The Legacy of Hurricane Mom

By Patricia Hickman

www.PatriciaHickman.com

My caboose, my teenage son, and I experienced an emotional toxicity his last two years of high school. I was justifying the friction between us by saying that his testosterone was getting the best of him—and that was true. But God tapped me one day when I was grumbling about my son in prayer. He asked me to consider why I was so troubled. I knew why. First of all, I was afraid he’d make a poor choice at the precipice of adulthood that would take years to undo.

But secondly, and even more troubling to me, was my fear of turning into the raging mom that my sister and I had endured. My mother harbored a rage that simmered out of the sight of polite company. Her rage would waylay my sister and me verbally and physically. This unhealthy practice pumps adrenaline into the body, even providing a temporary high. It can cause a false sense of power. Living with my mother’s rage was like living with a hurricane. It swallowed up our relationship and any hope for mutual respect. I feared turning into her. The keyword, God showed me, was “afraid.” I knew that faith in Christ had taught me many things, but all of them were gained through my surrendering each of my behaviors to God who could reshape them. Parenting out of fear causes me to communicate fear-birthed harassment, or nagging. That plan had to be as foundational as my faith in Christ. It had to be based on biblical beliefs. The principle that came to me was my need for the patient endurance taught from the book of James. Next, this change in my response required planning.

The next morning on the way to school instead of nagging my son and then both of us losing our temper, I reworded what I wanted to say to him out of my beliefs instead of my fears. To do that, I had to know in advance what I believed. It changed the entire mood during the drive to school--and my tone. We were laughing and conversing rationally like two adults when he got out of the car and went into his school. By refocusing my platform and dousing a negative agenda, I killed the hurricane.

The hard part is doing that every day with my child, my husband, or the people I work alongside. That requires purposeful and specific prayer in conjunction with surrendering what I feel is right for what God expects—and that takes me back to reconciling myself to mutuality with God.

Mutuality with God is surrendering my inherited brand of storm trooper peacemaking for Christ’s desire that I follow his commands. When I do, then true peace reigns in me and over those for whom God has given me responsibility. More than training up my children to be great successes, I want my loved ones to look back on me with both respect and a fondness for the lessons we learned together. By embracing Christ’s transformational legacy for my family, I leave behind a legacy passed down generation-to-generation. That is the power of Christ working in me and my heirs.

“For you were called to freedom, brethren; only do not turn your freedom into an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another.” Gal. 5:13

Lyn here--My mother didn't harbor rage, but she married two men who were both alcoholics. I often say that living with an alcoholic is like living in a pressure cooker. The pressure and tension would build till the next explosion. But nothing was ever dealt with or resolves or confronted so there was never an end to it.

I have a calm life with a husband who wakes up in the morning telling jokes and singing silly songs. I LOVE THAT. And I thank God that He has enabled me not to pass that legacy onto the next generation.

Patricia, thanks again for sharing these four Thursdays. Your posts have blessed me. Do the rest of you agree???

If you'd like to read a Christmas story....

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here's the link. It's a touching story of an expectant mother emailing her husband overseas in the Mideast during Christmas. The 12 Days of Christmas in today's world.

http://craftieladiesofromance.blogspot.com/2010/12/twelve-days-of-christmas-part-one.html

This link takes you to the first part and then you can read from there. I'll be posting Christmas Eve on Friday!

Preview of LaBelle Christiane-part two

2010-12-21T02:26:00.000-06:00

LaBelle Christiane, preview, part two

"What is going on here?" a cool English voice sliced through the room. The clamor evaporated.

All eyes, including hers turned to the red-and-white uniformed captain. He was tall, slender, yet solidly built. His straight brown hair was pulled into a neat club at the back of his neck. Clear blue eyes shone against his tanned face. Christiane guessed that he was in his thirties about double her age. His regular features were set sternly toward the company. He didn't appear to be a man she'd like to cross.

From her Irish father, Christiane had learned much about English rule in Canada. Although the European population of Canada was still mostly French, the government had been British since the French and Indian War, a decade earlier. She surmised that here the British monitored the flow of furs down the river and watched Indian activity.

This man was the authority here and the men acknowledged it. At the captain's arrival, the tension in the room seeped away. The men around her parted, giving way to the officer. Would this work in her favor or no?

"Mademoiselle, Captain John Eastham of His Majesty's Army, at your service," he said in precise French and removed his tri-corn hat and performed a formal bow.

Stunned by this sudden forgotten courtesy, Christiane managed to incline her head in his direction. She studied this stranger more. Why do you treat me like a lady, sir? Is it mockery? Yet his concerned expression showed no obvious scorn.

With all the aplomb she could muster, she replied to his courtesy with a deep curtsey with her hand gracefully holding her worn-out skirt. "I am Christiane . . . Marchon," she improvised in French, the language the captain had used. She was no Marchon.

The barman stepped forward, answering the captain in careful French, "This Indian has brought his daughter to find a husband for her, mon capitaine."

The Englishman studied her and then the gray-haired Indian, his aloof expression hiding all thought. "Mademoiselle Marchon, how do you come to have an Indian for a father?"

The simplicity and the incisiveness of the question gave Christiane pause. How much to tell? Straightening, she sensed that the captain's question had struck all the Frenchmen in the room similarly by their sudden intense concentration on her. Yes, why did a white girl belong to an Algonquin--the disgruntled faces of the men appeared to demand now.

Tension still choking her, she cleared her throat. "He found me alone in the forest and took me in." That is all you need to know. And what would you think if I answered you in English, sir?

"Why were you alone in the wilderness?" the captain continued.

"I was with my father, but he. . .died," she replied, omitting all the incriminating details about her treasonous father's flight from the British crown and his murder in Canada. The captain after all was English, not likely to view an Irishman with favor.

"Then this Indian did not kill your father?" The captain rested his hand on the sword hilt on his belt, a silent sign of his authority, a silent gesture of his readiness to defend…her?

The room stiffened with alert attention again. Christiane wondered why he'd asked this question. Then she realized that he was establishing her foster-father's right to seek a husband for her. "No, sir."

"I see," the Englishman said. "And he has provided for you as his daughter?"

She nodded and the men around her relaxed. That much had been done for her. And since she didn't speak any Algonquin, she had no clear idea of why he'd decided she must come here and be married to a white man.

The captain studied her further. "Mademoiselle, do you agree to this then? Do you wish to find a husband here?"

At this, the crowd's tension spiked again. How odd that she could feel their emotions swirling around her as if they were natural forces. It has been a long time, Captain, since I've been asked for my opinion about even the meanest matter.

Christiane repressed an instinctive denial. Of course, she did not want to marry a stranger. But did she have a choice? Could she face the wilderness alone with Canadian winter coming in mere months? Shaw-nee-awk-kee's declaration of her virginity had established her as a decent woman, but she would need a husband to keep this distinction. Otherwise, she'd be easy prey for any unprincipled man.

Christiane sighed. "I have no other choice. Shaw-nee-awk-kee no longer will take responsibility for me and I have no family to turn to. Yes, sir, I need to find a husband here." At her calm acceptance, the men relaxed their tense positions.

The captain scanned the men. "A show of hands please. Which of you, as yet unmarried, would be seriously interested and able to marry this young woman?" There was a slight hesitation and then a forest of hands sprang up. "That is what I feared. The question is how to decide fairly who will pay the bride price that I assume this Indian will require."

"We could bid for her," someone offered.

"I find that a distasteful solution," the Englishman replied crisply. "She is not an African slave." Again, he looked over the intense, but silent men. "Very well then," he spoke to her, "This will take thought. Mademoiselle, tonight you will sleep in the guardhouse under the King's protection. Tomorrow at noon I will make the announcement of how this interesting dilemma will be handled. All men interested, be in front of my door then. Mademoiselle, if you please, come with me." He offered her his arm.

Again, his formal courtesy prompted manners from her past. Christiane rested her hand but lightly on his sleeve, feeling the strength of his arm under her palm. As if at a garden party, she strolled beside the captain out of the dim and crowded room into the cooling night breeze. She let out her breath bit by bit. She'd won a reprieve, just a night long, but still a reprieve.

Walking beside him over the rough turf, she looked sideways at him. The tail of his dark hair swung back and forth over his broad shoulders. His back was ramrod straight and his eyes never glanced her way, the picture of the rigid, correct Englishman. But for once she was glad to have an Englishman in charge, especially one so efficient. Her nerves jittered as they reached the one-room guardhouse. Had it all been a ruse? Would the captain leave her here alone?

After exchanging salutes with the guard who stepped a few paces away, the captain paused in front of her. "I wish I had better accommodations for you."

The breeze brought his scent to her, some clean soap. She drew it in, savoring the remembered fragrance of spring flowers and heavy perfume. Being so close to this man, the first gentleman she'd encountered in a very long time made her hold herself tightly together. "Merci."

She kept her chin level. She had no cause to bow her head to this man. But he had been kind. "You have been more than gracious." She waited for his next move.

He bowed and turned to leave. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, alone and uncertain. Was she relieved or disappointed?

This is the end of the first half of Chapter One. I hope you'll drop by Thursday, January 6, 2011 for the rest of the chapter! Remember to let your friends know!

Book Monday Review-Author Susan Meissner & Lady in Waiting

2010-12-20T02:26:00.003-06:00

Lady in Waiting by Susan Meissner

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I had never read a Susan Meissner book but that was a mistake. This is a fantastic double story, intertwining the story of Lady Jane Grey and a modern woman in her middle years. The characterizations burst fresh and complex; the history sparkled with the shimmer of authenticity. I loved A Lady in Waiting!

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Author Patricia Hickman & Patience in God

2010-12-16T02:26:00.001-06:00

Here's another devotional by best-selling Author Patricia Hickman. I don't know about you but I have drawn comfort and strength from these. I'm grateful that Patricia has shared her wisdom and experiences with us.

Resting in Christ

By Patricia Hickman

Hebrews 3 has as its keyword, rest. Before we get a picture of a Sealy mattress, we first have to get a grasp of the meaning of Christ’s rest. To do that, we have to realize what Christ has done for us in advance.

When my father was very ill, my mother having already passed on, Dad asked me to step in acting as his power of attorney. He suffered his whole life with pulmonary disease and then acquired Alzheimer’s Disease in his final years. In the meantime, he had a relative who had designs on the money he had saved over the years. This person was mentally ill, a violent person who had gone to blows even with her own children. When I arrived in town, I found her selling off my mother’s belongings to neighbors to raise money. I had to work very wisely to get her out of my father’s house and to get him into assisted living care. Then Dad asked me to take him to his attorney where he finalized a will that would leave his estate to my sister and me. Until he signed on the dotted line, there was a great deal of tension and pressure on me. I knew this relative would return to try and gain access to my mother’s belongings and my father’s assets once I left town if I did not put in place safeguards. Because my father’s mental condition would soon deteriorate, he was vulnerable.

But once the will was in place and signed by Dad, I could relax. No amount of scheming or threatening would do this poor individual any good. Finally, I could rest. When he died, I could execute his last will and testament knowing that my sister and I were protected.

When Christ signed my redemption with his own blood, I accepted that new covenant and became God’s newly adopted daughter. My rest is now knowing that my covenant with God is irrevocable, when the testator, Christ, exercises my rights as heir in eternity.

What does that have to do with patience? Everything. All of the work I do, because of Him, for Him, to point others to Him is a long road of work. I have to be patient with myself, knowing that God is finishing a work in me. I have to be patient with His Body because people tend to grow slowly. I have to trust that God is working to finish His work, not to my satisfaction, but to His perfection. Here’s a good verse:

“Let patience have her perfect work, that you may be

perfect and complete lacking nothing.” James 1:4

As God works my imperfect life through the tapestry of His plan, I can rest knowing that I’m secure while abiding in it. That is a true source of patience. It is the ultimate rest for every believer.
www.patriciahickman.com

What do you think of the sentences I highlighted with green? Have you ever stopped to recall God's perspective in the midst of a problem or painful time?

Patricia, thanks for sharing your thoughts. And may God bless your words with power!

The Pirate Queen by Patricia Hickman

The Pirate Queen surprised me. The first few pages made me think I had stumbled into a Southern-style Danielle Steel novel. But then Patricia Hickman waved her author wand and swept me away into a story with layer upon layer of meaning, emotion and tension, a one-of-a-kind family drama. Tender, compelling, outstanding. A keeper."

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First Page-Her Healing Ways by Author Lyn Cote

2010-12-15T02:26:00.001-06:00

Here's the first page of my December Love Inspired Historical, Her Healing Ways, the final book in the "Gabriel Sisters" series.

Chapter One

Idaho Territory, Late September 1868

High on the board seat, Mercy Gabriel sat beside the wagon master on the lead Conestoga. The line of the supply train slowed, pulling into the mining town, Idaho Bend. Panicky-looking people raced toward it, with bags and valises in hand. What was happening here? Like a cold wet finger, alarm slid up Mercy's spine.

She reached down and urged her adopted daughter Indigo up onto the seat beside her away from the onrushing people. Though sixteen now, Indigo shrank against Mercy, her darker face tight with concern. “Don’t worry,” Mercy whispered as confidently as she could.

She looked down at a forceful man who had pushed his way to the front. He was without a coat, his shirt sleeves rolled up and his colorfully embroidered vest buttoned askew. From the flamboyant vest, she guessed he must be a gambler. What would he want with her?

Indeed, what would he want with her??? To read a longer excerpt, click here. To purchase, see right column. Just click and it's on its way!

Preview of LaBelle Christiane-part one

2010-12-14T02:26:00.002-06:00

The preview of LaBelle Christiane, my very first manuscript which has never been read publicly before. Let me know if it snares your interest.

Chapter One

British Canada, July 1774

In a birch bark canoe, Christiane, the Algonquin Shaw-nee-awk-kee who'd adopted her and his son glided down the Ottawa River. She was taking another journey that would change her life. In front and behind her came only the rhythmic dip and swish of paddles. In the cramped space between, she hugged her knees to herself and pressed her forehead against her tattered skirt.

She glanced sideways into the remorseless current, wishing for time, for control. But instead, the river, shimmering with molten sunlight, gave her glimmers of the past--candlelight on silver, soft lace against skin, frosting on the tip of the tongue. But she'd fled France with her father, here to Canada and then. . . . She thrust all thoughts of the past year aside. She had to face today. Tonight, I'll be some stranger's wife.

The thought brought fear, a rush of sensation—-as if the bottom of the canoe, her protection, parted and she was plunged into the cool water. She fought her way to the surface of this feeling, gasping for air, pushing down panic. She pressed her face harder against her knees. I will not shame myself. Never.

When they reached the trading post on the western shore, the bronze summer sun gleamed low through black tree trunks. The two Indians beached the canoe and without a glance backward, headed toward the crude fort.

Christiane took a deep breath, reciting a half-remembered prayer the nuns had taught her. She climbed out of the canoe and heard the squish of the wet sand under her worn-thin soles. Staring at the flimsy stockade of slender tree-trunks bound together, she staggered inside, stiff from hours of sitting.

After living a few months among the Indians, she was startled that--with their beards, knit caps, buckskin breeches and colorful plaid cotton shirts--white men now looked strange to her. As she passed by, the men stopped. Their heads turned and they nudged each other in the ribs. She heard soft appreciative exclamations in French, "La belle, la jeune fille." Many of them followed her, murmuring to each other. She ignored them, averting her eyes. That much her mother had taught her. But she hurried to close the gap between her and Shaw-nee-awk-kee.

The rough tavern door stood open to the muggy night air. "Stay here," Shaw-nee-awk-kee muttered to her at the doorway. Her heart thudding against her breastbone, she leaned back against the open door, only then noticing the cluster of men who'd followed her. Some of them passed on inside, their eyes averted. The bolder ones formed a semi-circle in front of her. A warm blush crept up to the roots of her hair.

She would never have willingly shown herself like this— unkempt and with stained and worn attire--to her own countrymen. She tried to conceal herself in the dusky shadows, pressing herself back against the rough-hewn logs. Avoiding their stares, she gazed inside the tavern.

Holding up two fingers, Shaw-nee-awk-kee ordered ale. The barman thumped two mugs of beer onto a raw oak slab. Both Indians took the draughts in one long swallow. After belching politely, Shaw-nee-awk-kee passed the bartender a coin and then announced in a patois of French and English, "I look for white homme. Man who want wife."

The barkeep looked puzzled. Catching the direction of the other men's glances, he stepped around the bar and gawked at her. "Blanc," he said.

"Oui, white daughter." Shaw-nee-awk-kee motioned for another round.

"Your daughter?" The barman asked, tapping the keg again.

"Oui, I find. I keep." Shaw-nee-awk-kee lifted his mug and paused. "You know man who want wife?"

"I don't know," the barman stammered. There was a heavy silence. Outside, one of the men standing around her took a step forward and lifted his hand toward her cheek. She jerked her head aside, warning him away with a look. He stepped back.

Then a spirited voice issued from the crowd inside, "What do you want for her?"

"You already have a wife, Jacques," the barkeep answered.

"Only a squaw. I could use another." There was laughter over this.

Christiane radiated white hot shame. Going to the highest bidder? Wasn't that what she'd tried to escape?

Then another man spoke up, "But this girl's white, Jacques, a Christian. It's all right to have two Indian wives, but…" He was stopped by a chorus of agreement.

There was another lull. Finally, a man of medium height came forward into the failing day light. "Let's see the girl. I have no wife," he said.

Christiane tried to see what he looked like but the fading daylight deepened the gloom moment by moment.

Shaw-nee-awk-kee called her. She looked up, wishing desperately that she could turn and run. Instead, she lifted her chin and forced herself to walk into the tavern. Inside, the odor of stale beer and warm bodies struck her, almost making her sick. But she bit her lower lip and walked to Shaw-nee-awk-kee.

Reaching out an arm's length, the Frenchman turned her chin toward the daylight to see her face better. He then placed his hands on her shoulders and rotated her in a slow circle. The concentration of the crowd was intense as intense as her embarrassment. Christiane wanted to scratch a maddening itch in the middle of her back. But gritting her teeth, she kept her hands at her sides.

"Is she a virgin, Indian?" the Frenchman asked.

Still flaming, Christiane took refuge in lowering her eyes.

The old Indian nodded, then asked, "What you offer?"

Before the first Frenchman could respond, another spoke up, "One moment, Paul. You're not the only one without a woman to winter with." This second man rose from an up-ended log he was sitting on and strode forward to face the first.

Soon three more suitors swarmed around Christiane. She shivered at the change around her. The sleepy atmosphere of the tavern had come alive with loud antagonism, rivalry. She cast around for a way to escape.

"What is going on here?" a cool English voice sliced through the room. The clamor evaporated.

All eyes, including hers turned to the red-and-white uniformed captain."

Next Tuesday drop by and read the rest of the scene. Remember to invite your friends. I'll begin posting this scene by scene the first week of January 2011!

Book Monday-Author Lyn Cote & Her Healing Ways

2010-12-13T02:26:00.001-06:00

Here's the cover my my Love Inspired Historical, the final book, Her Healing Ways, in my "Gabriel Sisters" series about three Quaker sisters. The tag line for the series is "In the wake of the Civil War, three women combat injustice and find true love."

I've always been fascinated by the Quakers, people who actually lived out their faith in their everyday life. I also admired that they spear-headed the crusades to end slavery and grant women equal rights with men. So I was happy when my editor greeted this series with enthusiasm.

Unconventional. Unafraid. Unwelcome.

A female physician with an adopted black daughter? The townsfolk of Idaho Bend will never accept Dr. Mercy Gabriel—even when faced with a deadly cholera epidemic. But all Mercy needs is one man willing to listen…and to trust.

Four years of war command turned Lon Mackey into a footloose gambler who can't abide attachments. Yet he can't help getting riled by the threats Mercy keeps receiving. Her trailblazing courage could reignite his faith and humanity. And his loyalty could make her dream—for the first time—of a family of her own….

And here's my family, a candid photo of my dh and daughter (whose birthday is on Pearl Harbor Day).

I also have a son who was born in December. His birthday is on the 16th. So every 9 days in December starting with my daughter's birthday, we celebrated a birthday: daughter's, son's and then Jesus's! I really enjoyed my "Christmas babies." When I sat up late in the night feeding them, I turned on the Christmas tree lights and music.

Do any of you have a December birthday in your family or maybe your have one? Did that create problems or special joys? PS-Don't forget the first Free Read of LaBelle Christiane is tomorrow!

Author Patricia Hickman & How to Handle Our Trying Times

2010-12-09T02:26:00.000-06:00

Here's my friend best-selling author Patricia Hickman again and what she thinks about what America is suffering now and how we can face...

These Trying Times

By Patricia Hickman

A reader who read the Millwood Hollow series asked me if I thought that America was going to go through another Depression. She also asked me if I thought God would protect his children from disaster if another Great Depression did come. The answer to whether or not we will see another Depression is not one that any of us can know until we’re in its throes. And who’s to say the U.S. hasn’t already entered a new dark chapter. But the second question is clearly answered when placed under the microscope of scripture.

I have to say that I’ve never suffered so much as when I surrendered all to Christ and followed him in full time service. I’ve never known so much disappointment, grief, and, at times, a strong sense of abandonment. While under the weight of loss and failure, there were those who would give us a “word from the Lord,” yet nothing changed. I watched my bank account dwindle and then stood paralyzed as our daughter was lost to eternity following what should have been a little fender bender. So if surrendering your will and your pocketbook to God brings you prosperity and blessings, I must have missed class on that day. One thing was clear, that I had a choice. I could choose to fear and cower or place my confidence in the One who seemed to have abandoned me.

Confidence and fear are two polar opposites. We only have to go as far as the apostle Paul to understand that the riches of faith are tied to earthly trials.

God specifically sent Paul into Philippi knowing that it would be at great cost to Paul, but of rich value to Christ’s higher purposes. Notice that the only “word from the Lord” is one that seemingly sent Paul into disaster. The Spirit of God blocked Paul from going into Asia and Bithynia. He sent Paul a vision of a man inviting him to bring the gospel into Macedonia. Confidence was filling Paul’s heart; but not in whether or not he’d find support to build a flourishing mega-church. His confidence was in trusting God to lead and he obeyed no matter what the cost. What followed would be considered a miserable failure by today’s standards of successful ministries. Paul arrived in Philippi to find only a small group of Jews praying at the city gate. There were not enough of them to form a synagogue. Paul then entered Philippi and wound up in jail.

It’s curious then that there is a book of the Bible called Philippians. Why would a church birthed of a failed leader make it on the blip of Church history in Paul’s epistles?

It is because that even in what should have been Paul’s deepest apology for having humiliated them all by winding up in prison that he pens these famous words from his cell:
”I thank my God in all my remembrance of you, always offering prayer with joy in my every prayer for you all, in view of your participation in the gospel from the first day until now.

For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.”

Paul continues to shower the Philippian believers with words of great love and affection for them and expressing his yearning to be with them. From a jail cell, he encourages them to pass on the love he has showered on them. Then he explains with great joy how he has shared his faith with the prison guards. He understood fully why God had sent him straight to jail, to show forth God’s love in the midst of disaster.

The events of Paul’s visit launched the church at Philippi. Paul’s confidence was not in the Roman treasury or the affluence of the city. The richness that resonates in Paul’s letter to Philippi comes from the Christ-empowered love that pours out of Paul. His genuine love for them returns to him as joy and that is his strength.

In looking back over our trial, those who we led to Christ and then equipped to serve him are the lives that shine back to us out of our dark season. The love God poured out on us was poured out on those whose path we crossed, and not by accident.

When we understand scripture, it becomes easy to tell the difference in these trying times in knowing what is false and what is true. Our confidence is in Christ and the love he pours through us so that it becomes a shower of love in our community. It returns to us as joy. So any economic downturn is a time for rejoicing as our neighbors can see the contrast in us while we all face the same hurdles. Our response, because of Christ in us, is love poured out on them.

There’s not a Depression in the world that can stop that love feast once it is enacted through trust in God. I’m confident of that.

“For the LORD will be your confidence And will keep your foot from being caught.” Prov. 3:26

That gives me hope, Patricia. We never walk alone.
How are you doing in these trying times? Is God providing?

http://www.patriciahickman.com

First Page-The Soldier's Mission by Author Lenora Worth

2010-12-08T02:26:00.000-06:00

The first page today is From The Soldier's Mission by Author Lenora Worth.

Chapter One

"She couldn’t get his voice out of her head.

Laura Walton thought about the man she’d come to the desert to find. The man everyone was worried about. The man who, a few weeks ago, had called the CHAIM hotline in the middle of the night.

“My father died in Vietnam,” the grainy, low voice said over the phone line. “My brother was wounded in Desert Storm. He’s in a wheelchair now. And I just got back from Afghanistan. Lost my whole unit. Lost everyone. I think I need to talk to somebody.”

Laura had been on call that night, volunteering to man the hotline that CHAIM held open for all of its operatives. But only one call had come to the Phoenix hotline on that still fall night. One call from a man who was suffering a tremendous amount of survivor’s guilt.

Laura understood this kind of guilt. She didn’t have survivor’s guilt, but her own guilt ate away at her just the same. She’d lost a patient recently. A young patient who’d taken his own life. She’d failed the teenager.

She didn’t want to fail Luke Martinez.

The soldier’s tormented words, spoken with such raw pain, had stayed with her long after the man had hung up.

Which he did, immediately after confessing that he needed to talk."

To read a longer excerpt, click here.
http://www.eharlequin.com/store.html?itemid=22733&cid=416

A Gift for You!

2010-12-07T02:26:00.000-06:00

Friends,
I've been planning to share something with you for the past few months and have been preparing for it.

In 1984, I began writing my first manuscript. I literally ran after my two toddlers with a clipboard in my hand and wrote whenever they paused. GRIN.

Anyway I wrote that story without knowing anything about the market. In fact, I told myself just to write the book and then I'd think about marketing it. The thought of that was overwhelming at that time.

It took me three years of writing to finish my first manuscript-1,000 handwritten pages. Whew!

I found out that while it garnered interest from agents and editors, it never found a publisher.

I think that's because there are "unwritten" rules for inspirational fiction and I didn't know them or follow them. I still think it's a good story and I've revised it and am revising and improving it once more. Also I don't want it to sit ignored on my shelf forever.

So I decided to post it here as a serially each week, starting in January. That's right.
I'll be posting my first manuscript here, a few scenes each week starting Thursday January 6, 2011.

On the next two Tuesdays, the 14th and 21st, I plan to post previews for you. So be sure to drop by! And tell your friends!

The titles is LaBelle Christiane. The tag line is: Can the beautiful daughter of a French courtesan find a love that will last forever in early America?

Does that catch your interest?

And the Winners Are!

2010-12-06T08:33:00.002-06:00

Last week I asked for people to nominate someone to receive a free autographed copy of my December book (see right column). I said two would be chosen. My dh has been way too busy to sit down and do the choosing so my friend did it. She chose Flossysmom and beemama.

I want to say that I read all the entries and I'm glad I didn't have to do the choosing. I would have been tempted to give one to each lady! If you are on GoodReads, I have posted another giveaway copy there. Also go to the right column and go down to the other blogs I follow and you'll see that I am on Christian Fiction Review today and will be giving away a book there too!

I'll be contacting Flossysmom and beemama and asking for the names and mailing addresses of the ladies they nominated. I will get the books out before Christmas--promise!

Thanks for reading and leaving comments. I love to hear what you have to say!

BTW, drop by tomorrow. I have plans for a gift to all my readers!

Author Patricia Hickman & How to Handle the Holidays When Grieving

2010-12-02T02:26:00.001-06:00

My guest today is best-selling Author Patricia Hickman, who lost her teen daughter. She will be sharing some of her thoughts and devotions today and on the next few Thursdays. If you have a friend who is grieving the loss of a loved one, you might want to direct her here. For comfort and to read how another person coped with loss. Here's Patricia.

Grief Recovery Through the Holidays

By Patricia Hickman

After the sudden loss of our daughter, Jessica, we were warned by other grieving parents of the “dreaded holiday season.” Our family had always enjoyed our Christmas fanaticism, the neighborhood lights competitions, and the many annual traditions we practiced. Having loss thrust on us suddenly, we had to reconstruct Christmas. The old traditions were too painful so it became evident that we were going to have to create a new normalcy for the holidays. Because it had always been our tradition to hang the old handmade tree ornaments made by our children over the years, pulling those precious keepsakes out for me as a mom was devastating. We discussed the issue with our sons and agreed that for at least a couple of years, we were going to keep the tree in temporary retirement.

Whether it is a tree or some other family heirloom that reminds you of the loved one you have lost, thinking of putting those types of triggers out of sight in advance of the holiday season could help to alleviate some of the stressors that may negatively affect your raw emotions.

However, that didn’t mean we were going to force our boys to sit around the house glum-faced. A friend passed along a timeshare that first Christmas so we visited an island in South Carolina, a new experience for us all that created a fresh memory. We were surprised at how a change of scenery lifted our hearts out of the doldrums. The condo came with a full kitchen and we all cooked something different and fun, but not laborious.

After several years, my holiday spirit did return, the ornaments were pulled out, and I was glad to return to our old Christmas traditions.

The best gift a grieving person can give to him/herself is permission--permission to change traditions, to create new normals, to kindly say “no” to social settings that place high expectations on you. The practice of reflecting and memorializing brings more comfort than you know. Personal memorials aid your recovery like a healing balm. Holding a candle lighting service in honor of your loved one can be a comfort and allow you to reflect positively about the one you are missing. Our youngest son and I collected miniature ornaments that we felt his sister would love. We found a miniature tree with battery operated lights. We decorated the little tree, took it to the cemetery, and gave it to our Jess for Christmas. We felt as though somehow she knew and was there with us. Just as we were leaving the cemetery, a soft winter rain let go and in the dim grayness, we could see Jess’s tree shining out. It was a reminder of the light of Christ that had always shown forth from her heart. That is the power of memory-on-purpose. Purposeful memories bring comfort.

The best thing you can do for yourself and your family is to be certain that you don’t fall into the denial patterns of trying to act like nothing has changed. Of course everything has changed from this time forth. By acknowledging that change, you fill that empty space with new memories and reflections; you grieve freely and positively.

“We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed and broken. We are perplexed, but we don’t give up and quit. We are hunted down, but God never abandons us. We get knocked down, but we get up again and keep going. Through suffering, these bodies of ours constantly share in the death of Jesus so that the life of Jesus may also be seen in our bodies.” 2 Cor. 4:8-10 NLT

Thanks, Patricia. I'm awed that you were able to face the grief and deal with it. I've seen families destroyed by the loss of a child. God bless you and your family.

Do any of you have any helpful hints about how to deal with loss at the holidays? Tell us your stories.

This is Patricia's latest book. Drop by http://patriciahickman.com/ for more info about her and her great books!

First Page-Facelift by Author Leanna Ellis

2010-12-01T04:26:00.000-06:00

First page of Facelift by Author Leanna Ellis:

"Once upon a time implies a fairy tale is about to unfold, something lush and grand and mythical, something with a happy ending. But the brothers Grimm had a twisted sense of humor and, as it turns out, “once upon a time” is actually literary gobbledygook for “impending doom.”

They weren’t called Grimm for nothing.

In tale after tale, “once upon a time” invariably precedes certain disaster. Just ask Snow White, Cinderella, or Sleeping Beauty. They’ll back me up on this. Those innocuous few words are the harbinger of cursing fairies, parental fatalities, and death marches into dark forests for the near perfect princesses. Not that I consider myself a fairy princess by any stretch of the warped imagination, or even remotely close to perfect, but like those fair, aforementioned ladies, my own story begins with “once upon a time.”

If I’d only been given a five-minute warning.

Blessings,

Leanna
Leanna Ellis
http://www.leannaellis.com
FACELIFT October 2010

Author Andrea Boeshaar & Why Strong Women Never Get Any Sympathy

2010-11-30T04:26:00.000-06:00

Strong women never get any sympathy. Ever notice that? Who do strong women go to when they feel like whining? Hey, it’s tough wearing the weight of the world on our shoulders. Maybe that’s what blogs are for.

Seriously, I never considered myself a strong woman, and yet family members and friends tell me I possess that quality. I’m someone they don’t have to worry about – which is good and bad, I guess. Good because I’m not a burden but bad because I get ignored when I do need a shoulder to cry on. And let’s be honest; we all need a shoulder from time to time.

Personally, I constantly remind myself to run to the Lord when I feel like crumbling like an old brick. Whenever I try to carry emotional loads, whether my own or others’, they’re too heavy to bear. If I try to share them with family members or friends, they’re blown away. I believe this is one way God keeps me dependent on Him.

And so it was with this paradox in mind that I set out to create Sarah, my main character in my story Uncertain Heart. I wanted to show her strength and determination while illustrating her weaknesses as well. Sarah longs to assert her independence and yet she’s completely dependent on others. The contradiction between self and her situation gets Sarah into all kinds of mishaps and forces her to search her heart and become the woman God wants her to be.

Uncertain Heart contains some amusing scenes which I believe readers will enjoy and yet the book’s theme of whether to marry for love or money is always a winsome one. It’s the second book in my Seasons of Redemption series from Realms Fiction."--Andrea

To discover more about this author, drop by

www.andreaboeshaar.com

Read my blog!

http://everythingwriterly.blogspot.com/

Is Andrea right? Do strong women ever get sympathy? I'm a strong woman and I know sometimes I need it!

Book Monday-Author Leanna Ellis & Facelift!

2010-11-29T04:26:00.000-06:00

FACELIFT
ISBN: 0805449892
B&H Publishing

A ‘can do’ kind of woman runs her own business, raises her teenage daughter, and takes care of her ex-mother-in-law after a botched facelift. But Kaye learns a facelift is more than skin deep. Joy is more than tacking on a happy face. It's relying on her sovereign God who has a plan for her life."

I've never been tempted to even think of a facelift in the distant future! However, I do like to take care of what God gave me. Do any of you have any beauty advice? Want to hear mine????--Lyn

About the author:
Winner of the National Readers Choice Award, Leanna Ellis writes women’s fiction and is known for her quirky characters and wacky plots as in her current novel, FACELIFT. But don’t let the quirkiness fool you, Ellis probes the heart and plucks at the heartstrings.

In 2011 FORSAKEN, the first of an Amish/vampire series, will debut. Now that is wacky!

Amazon Purchase Link:
http://www.amazon.com/Facelift-Novel-Leanna-Ellis/dp/0805449892/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1287421547&sr=8-4

Excerpt Link:
http://leannaellis.com/facelift.html

Author website and blog:

www.leannaellis.com
www.leannaellis.com/news/

Nominate someone for a free copy of my December book

2010-11-25T04:26:00.000-06:00

Today through Sunday the 28th, I'm asking for more nominees to win an autographed copy of my December book, Her Healing Ways. Please leave a comment with their first name, why you want to thank them, and your email address written thus:
l(dot)cote(at)juno(dot). OK?And here's some info about the book.--Lyn

First Page-Wyoming Lawman by Author Victoria Bylin

2010-11-24T04:26:00.000-06:00

FROM "WYOMING LAWMAN"

By Victoria Bylin

Chapter One

Cheyenne, Wyoming

October 1875

Pearl Oliver stepped out of the carriage in front of Dryer’s Hotel and glanced down the boardwalk in search of her cousin. Instead of spotting Carrie, she saw a little girl with hair as pale as her own. Loose and wisping around the child’s face, it glinted white in the sun. Pearl’s mother had told her daughter that a woman’s hair was her crowning glory. Pearl knew from experience it could also be a curse.

She turned back to the carriage intending to lift her son from her father’s arms. Before he could hand the baby to her, she heard an excited cry.

“Mama!”

Expecting to see another mother, she looked back at the little girl. What she saw stopped her heart. The child, with her pinafore flapping and a rag doll hooked in her elbow, was charging across the street. Behind her, Pearl saw a freight wagon about to make the turn. The girl hadn’t looked before stepping off the boardwalk, and the driver wouldn’t see her until he rounded the corner.

“Stop!” Pearl cried.

The girl ran faster . . ."

Wow, now that's a beginning that's hard to put down! I've never read any of Victoria's books but this one has caught my eye!

Have you tried any Love Inspired Historicals? Next month the line increases from 2 titles a month to FOUR! Here's the link to join the monthly book club
https://offers.eharlequin.com/index.asp?code=E7X7-

or call 1-800-873-8635
7am-11pm EST
You get 2 free books for trying the club for a month! (This might be a great Christmas present for someone.)-Lyn

For more info:

website: www.victoriabylin.com

facebook: http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100001287093699

amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Wyoming-Lawman-Love-Inspired-Historical/dp/0373828462/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1289882126&sr=1-1

Who are you thankful for? Would you like to win an autographed book for them?

2010-11-23T04:26:00.000-06:00

December is coming--in case you didn't know. GRIN When they start talking about the day after Thanksgiving as Black Friday, we know that Christmas is coming. (Or at least the retail side of the holiday.)

Her Healing Ways, the final book in my Gabriel Sisters series for Love Inspired Historical will be released the second week of December. And I want to give a few copies away!

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Now my question is--who would you like to give an autographed copy of Her Healing Ways to and why?

Please leave a comment either today or Friday through Sunday, Nov. 28th. And I'll enter all the names into a drawing. I'll send autographed copies of Her Healing Ways, one each to two different people whom two someones nominate. That means you can nominate more than one person but I'll be choosing one winner from two different people who leave comments. Hope that's as clear as turkey gravy!

So leave a comment with their first name and why you are nominating them.

Don't forget to leave your email address written thus: l(dot)cote(at)juno(dot)com. OK?

Author Donita K Paul & How a Strong Woman Handles Poisonous People

2010-11-22T04:26:00.000-06:00

My guest today is Author Donita K Paul who writes both fantasy and romance. Today's she talking about her latest romance, Two Tickets for the Christmas Ball. Here's Donita:

"The main character in this book is Cora Crowder. She has some very compelling needs to remain in control and an inclination to second guess herself. It is very important to her that she does things the correct way. She became a Christian in college and escaped her family life by moving far away.

I have encountered Christians who believe they are responsible for the spiritual health of their families and allow their families to diminish the fruit of the Spirit through criticism and manipulation. There comes a point when being a strong woman means being willing to walk away from people who are scoffers.

They will not listen to the Holy Spirit and have no interest in changing. They are content to continue in the current relationship even though it is poisonous. The strong woman realizes that the poison stifles her ability to serve the Lord, and the family is damaged by the poison as well. People who have the opportunity to hurt others suffer continually hardening of their hearts.

Knowing when to bail out and when to stay requires a lot of prayer. In the Bible we see times when Paul remained in a hostile city and got stoned. But there were times when he escaped over a wall in a basket. With relationships that are stagnant and harmful, it would be better to walk away. It would be better to pray for the people from a distance, and when a door opens, be willing minister without bitterness.

Cora struggled to make the decisions that would allow her to grow and also allow a more healthy relationship to develop with her non-believing family. Books have been written about tough love and setting boundaries. Cora is an example of a woman willing to do what it takes to live in God's will."--Donita

Donita, you are so right. Sometimes the hardest but best thing to do is walk away. A strong woman can't change those around her. But she can guard herself from those who want to destroy her and her witness. Thanks for sharing this with us!--Lyn

If you missed reading the first page of this book, click here.
For more info, visit
www.donitakpaul.com
www.dragonandturtle.com
http://donitakpaul.blogspot.com/ This one is the OLD Blog where she shares books by my fellow authors. Other Literary Dabblings.
http://awriterwritessometimes.blogspot.com/

Author Amy L Harden & If It's Not All About Me....

2010-11-18T04:26:00.000-06:00

The TRUTH about I AM…

God has been wooing me with simple TRUTHS all of my life.

He has blessed me greatly throughout, giving me a mother and father, a home circumstance that could be portrayed as quite “Beaver Cleaver”….a circumstance that this proud human almost lost through her selfishness, pride and resistance to the molding and refining fire the Almighty perpetually thrust her in. My stubbornness and resistance to God’s plan has not only frustrated my parents and siblings; my husband, children and friends…but the Father, Himself. I have visions of Him slapping his forehead, shaking His head in disbelief or dissatisfaction; and at times picking up a 2x4 with my name on it to smack me across the back of my head.

I am a stubborn child!

My Aunt Muriel read me a story when I was child called “Pando Nombus”; a story about a boy who didn’t use his common sense. He innocently went about his day trying his best, but not quite getting it right. After each failed task, his mother would reprimand him saying, “Pando Nombus, PANDO NOMBUS! Ain’t ya got the sense you born with?!” I believe God would say this over and over again to me…”Amy…AMY!! Ain’t you got the sense you were born with…” The only thing God would add is…”It’s not about YOU, dear one…It’s about ME!”

I am innocent and…sometimes…a naive child!

My confirmation scripture was: “And surely I am with you always, even unto the end of the age.” Matt 28: 20 (KJV)

When I was a teen my greatest FEAR was being alone or dying. I went through a period of time when I was scared to fall asleep at night. After several sleepless nights, my father handed me my Bible; telling me that the words would comfort and give strength…holding off the fear. He read the scripture in Matthew reassuring me that this is Christ’s eternal promise to all of us! I fell asleep that night…waking rested and knowing the TRUTH of Christ’s promise.

I have turned my back on the Father more than once during my life.

When in college, I was tempted and acted badly resulting in guilt and shame…the burden so heavy that I attempted to take my life. I am saved!

My first marriage, I was abused. I am saved!

I was told I would never have children. I am a mother of five.

I shook my fist at God when my father died. I am comforted.

I turned my back on my family and marriage resisting the changes in my mid-life season. I ran…escaped…squandered money and rolled with pigs. God pursued me…brought me home…

I am saved!

While lost and walking through the valley of shadow, God called me to help those who are also lost during these times. He revealed my purpose.

I am an undeserving child the Father continues to forgive. My strength and bravery is NOT my own…God is my strength…Christ is who makes me brave.

It is not about me…it is ALL about Him!

I humbly know the simple TRUTH…He blesses me with His presence always.

I am saved!

Note: I hope to reveal these lessons in all my blogs, web sites, forums and social networking and ultimately the characters in my novels when released. My characters and books, fiction or non-fiction are studies in how all humans need a relationship with the Father...that He is present even when we don’t acknowledge His presence....or even deny His existence.

Please go to http://womeninmlc.com to find my blogs, links to my forums and other mid-life blogs.

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AmyLHarden

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Amy-L-Harden/408518821256 http://www.facebook.com/pages/Women-in-MLC/120603961330116

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/shepherdess56

Thanks, Amy. I think in spirit, I may be your twin! Anybody else? --Lyn

First Page-Prairie Courtship by Author Dorothy Clark

2010-11-17T04:26:00.000-06:00

Independence, Missouri

April, 1841

“Break camp!”

That was not Josiah Blake's voice. Emma Allen turned in the direction of the barked order, stiffened at sight of an imposing figure atop a roan with distinctive spots on its hindquarters. So the autocratic Mr. Thatcher had returned to take command. She had hoped his absence since their arrival at Independence had meant he would not be leading the wagon train after all.

Brass buttons on the front of the once dark blue tunic that stretched across the ex-soldier’s shoulders gleamed dully in the early morning light. Pants of lighter blue fabric skimmed over his long legs and disappeared into the knee-high, black boots jammed into his stirrups. He rode forward, began to wend his way through the wagons scattered over the field.

Emma frowned and stepped out of sight at the back of the wagon. Mr. Thatcher did not need to wear the faded blue cavalry uniform to remind people he had been a military officer. It was in his bearing. And in the penetrating gaze of the bright blue eyes that peered out from beneath his broad-brimmed hat. Eyes that looked straight at a person, noticed everything about her—including a lace-trimmed silk gown that was inappropriate garb for an emigrant. Eyes that had unfairly impaled her on their spike of disapproval at that first meeting in St. Louis when he had simply assumed she was William’s wife and would be accompanying him on the journey to Oregon country—and judged her accordingly. Had the man bothered to ask, she would have informed him William was her brother and that she was not traveling with the train.

Not then.

But that was before everything in their lives had turned upside down."

Links:
dorothyjclark@hotmail.com
www.dorothyjclark.com

Author Jenness Walker & Tragedies--What to Do?

2010-11-16T04:26:00.000-06:00

My guest today is Author Jenness Walker who will share her co-author's tragedies (yes, not just one) and how she copes. Do you think she's right?

"The first time I handed my one-sheet outline for Bliss to an editor, the first comment I received was not on the story. Instead it was something like, “Your co-author really lived through a plane crash?” Yes. Into a soybean field in Santa Claus, GA. Not to mention surviving multiple accidents with cars (including falling out of one), having her house burn down, and finding the willpower to leave what was basically a cult, even if it might cost Tracy her relationship with some family members.

Part of being a strong woman, I believe, is taking the tragedies that come into your life and instead of despairing, allowing them to draw you closer to Christ. To lean on Him to find your strength. Tracy does that every day, while raising a special needs child, dealing with unfair criticism, and facing the many other trials that come her way. She also manages to find the humor in each circumstance. This quality in Tracy comes out in our work—humor, mixed in with learning more about God and finding Him during life’s journey, no matter where it may take you.

I’m honored to co-author with Tracy for so many reasons, a big one being that I have had the chance to get to know her better. Of course, it’s also handy to keep her around since I only need her bio to catch an editor’s attention."-- J

Do you agree with Jenness about what she believes about strength? Why do we have tragedies? Have you ever felt true despair?--Lyn

For more about Jenness and her books, drop by

www.tandjbooks.com

www.jennesswalker.com

www.jennesswalker.blogspot.com

Book Monday-Author Cindy Woodsmall & The Sound of Sleigh Bells

2010-11-15T11:15:00.000-06:00

Today's book is Author Cindy Woodsmall's reissue of The Sound of Sleigh Bells. Sounds like a lovely story!

The Sound of Sleigh Bells

Beth Hertzler works alongside her beloved Aunt Lizzy in their dry goods store, and serving as contact of sorts between Amish craftsmen and Englischers who want to sell the Plain people’s wares. But remorse and loneliness still echo in her heart everyday as she still wears the dark garb, indicating mourning of her fiancé. When she discovers a large, intricately carved scene of Amish children playing in the snow, something deep inside Beth’s soul responds and she wants to help the unknown artist find homes for his work–including Lizzy’s dry goods store. But she doesn’t know if her bishop will approve of the gorgeous carving or deem it idolatry.

Lizzy sees the changes in her niece when Beth shows her the woodworking, and after Lizzy hunts down Jonah, the artist, she is all the more determined that Beth meets this man with the hands that create healing art. But it’s not that simple–will Lizzy’s elaborate plan to reintroduce her niece to love work? Will Jonah be able to offer Beth the sleigh ride she’s always dreamed of and a second chance at real love–or just more heartbreak?

2010 Inspirational Readers Choice Contest winner
CBA and ECPA Bestseller

To read the first chapter and/or for purchasing info, go to http://www.cindywoodsmall.com/books/sound-of-sleigh-bells_excerpt.php

Bio ~

Cindy Woodsmall is a New York Times best-selling author whose connection with the Amish community has been featured on ABC Nightline and on the front page of the Wall Street Journal.

She is also a veteran homeschool mom who no longer holds that position. As her children progressed in age, her desire to write grew stronger. After working through reservations whether this desire was something she should pursue, she began her writing journey. Her husband was her staunchest supporter as she aimed for what seemed impossible.

To visit Cindy’s Web site, go to http://www.cindywoodsmall.com

For information on how to receive free bookmarks and autographed bookplates, go to http://www.cindywoodsmall.com/bookplates.php

Debut Author Nicole Zoltack & Women Knights-for real

2010-11-11T04:26:00.000-06:00

My guest author today is Nicole Zoltack, a very young woman to already be a published author! I met Nicole on GoodReads where I noticed her book which struck me as a perfect fit for my blog theme. Here's Nicole:

"Aislinn, the heroine in Woman of Honor, is a lot like Queen Esther. Queen Esther loved her people, the Jews. When an evil man plotted the death of her cousin and the rest of her people, Queen Esther asked the Lord for courage and sought an audience with her husband even though going before the king uninvited could mean death. The king did not kill her, listened to her, and spared her people. Esther was a woman of faith, of goodness, devotion and courage. In short, she was a woman of honor.

My heroine, Aislinn, is also a brave woman, ready to lay down her life for her kingdom. When her older brother, a knight, died, Aislinn wanted to step outside the norm of society and asked her king for a chance to take her brother’s place and to train as a knight. The king was struck by her unusual request and granted Aislinn a probationary period. Aislinn proved herself time and again. Aislinn is willing to give up everything for her kingdom – her childhood, her life, even her heart. When Aislinn petitions the king, she has history on her side, real history.

In the 1100s, females protected and guarded their small town in Spain from Moor attack. These brave women were knighted and a new order formed – the Order of the Hatchet. Called dames, these female knights were given many boons including precedence over men in assemblies and exemption from taxes. Aislinn mentions these women when she asks to become the first lady knight in the land.

I first learned about the Order of the Hatchet while doing research on female knights in the Middle Ages. The story of courageous women who fought seasoned warriors to defend their homeland struck a chord within me, and I knew I would one day write a story about a female knight, strong in mind, body, sword and faith. Woman of Honor is that story. Woman of Honor: Aislinn of Bairbhe dreams of becoming a lady knight to honor the death of her fallen brother. To her mother's horror, King Patrick grants Aislinn's wish and she begins her long years of training.

Despite the mockery of the other pages, and the disdain of Prince Caelan who also trains to be a knight, Aislinn commits herself to her dreams and embarks on a journey of self-discovery and bravery. Through the years, Aislinn and Caelan grow from sparring classmates to good friends. They both know that someday Caelan will marry for the sake of the kingdom, but even that cannot keep them from falling in love.

The threat of war with the Speicans is a constant threat, and one that grows more frightening as she and Caelan train toward their eventual knighthood. Aislinn has committed herself to serving Arnhem, and has promised herself as King's Champion when Caelan claims the throne. She is willing to give up everything... her childhood, her life, even her heart for Arnhem. No matter the pain it brings."--Nicole

Thanks, Nicole. Your book sounds like a winner and I wish you every success!--Lyn

Nicole’s website: http://www.NicoleZoltack.com

Nicole’s blog: http://NicoleZoltack.blogspot.com

Nicole’s author page at Desert Breeze: http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-template/NicoleZoltack/Page.bok

Woman of Honor page at Desert Breeze http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-58/%3Ci%3EKingdom-of-Arnhem-Book/Detail.bo k

First Page-Oxygen by Authors Randy Ingermanson & John Robinson

2010-11-10T04:26:00.000-06:00

OXYGEN by Authors Randy Ingermanson & John Robinson features a very strong woman as the lead character, Valkerie Jansen, who has the opportunity to be the "first man on Mars" -- if she can survive the trip.

Chapter One

Valkerie woke up screaming. A viper bat clung to her face with fishhook claws, smothering her with its thin, leathery body. She tore at her face, but the creature had dug in too deep. She could already feel its venom burning into her lungs, constricting her chest in a long, convulsive cough. Struggling for control, she traced the contours of her face with tingling fingertips. Slowly, the clinging creature melted into her skin, fading back into the world of dreams.

The nightmare gradually faded, giving way to a new, more gripping terror. Valkerie was wide awake now. There was no such thing as a viper bat. But she still couldn't breathe.

Valkerie flung herself from the camping cot and thudded to the floor. She lay on her back, gasping for breath. She was hyperventilating, but the burning in her lungs grew worse. An acrid stench filled the cabin-the smell of sulfur dioxide-SO2.

"Oh no." The volcano was venting. "Oh God, please ..." Valkerie rolled over and fought her way up onto her hands and knees. Dim red light filtered in through the cabin window, illuminating a large duffel bag in the middle of the room. She crawled slowly toward the bag, struggling through the coughs that wracked her body.

"Please, God." Squeezing her eyes shut against the pain in her cramping muscles, Valkerie inched forward until she felt the heavy canvas. She dug underneath a metallic thermal suit and pressed her breather to her face. Her lungs choked shut at the rush of acidic gas. Idiot! She flung the mask across the room. Gina-Marie had warned her about the filter, but Valkerie had insisted it would be good for one more trip.

Her mind raced. If Mount Trident was venting, the whole valley could be filled with sulfur dioxide. She had to get out of there. Fast.
I'm attaching a photo of me and my coauthor John Olson and the cover art for OXYGEN.

Randy's web site is at
http://www.ingermanson.com

John's web site is at:
http://www.litany.com

Randy's web site about writing fiction is at:
http://www.AdvancedFictionWriting.com

And
http://www.AdvancedFictionWriting.com/blog

Bloggers Who Answered my 6 ?'s in August

2010-11-09T04:26:00.000-06:00

Back in August, I asked 6 questions about why people read blogs, what they do with the books they might win on blogs, etc. (The rose is for each of the bloggers who left comments.)

Several bloggers shared their ideas and I'd like to reciprocate by posting their blogs in my Blogroll and also introducing them today.

1-First is Hannah who often posts comments on my blog. Thanks, Hannah!
"Project Journal" blog

Description
Hi! Just the ramblings of a college freshman about books, movies, and life! Thanks for visiting! Happy reading!

http://hcprojectjournal.blogspot.com

Hannah, I found your blog too dark to read easily. Please lighten up the text!

2-Next Janet with her JKW Art Blog

Description: God, family, and friends are most important. Starting a new life alone is difficult. Wild art dolls are a new challenge that I look forward to. I enjoy the retirement stage meeting new people and volunteering/sewing for abused children and veterans.

http://jkwart.blogspot.com

Janet, I had never heard of Cloth Doll Artistry and your use as a mission or benevolence to others. So wonderful and unique! WOW!

3-Next is Jenny from the Missouri Ozarks, United States and her My Buckling Bookshelf Blog.

Jenny participates in the Christian Fiction Blog Alliance
These are reviewers who receive Christian novels and blog about them.

So want some good recommendations of what to read next, drop by

http://mybucklingbookshelf.blogspot.com/

4-Our final blog for today (I've got about 10 more to share soon!)
AusJenny, a fun lady I met first on GoodReads as part of the Love Inspired Historical Group there. You might want to join us. We have a wide-ranging discussion from Dancing with the Stars to book giveaways to prayer requests.

Jenny who is from Australia also participates in the Christian Fiction Blog Alliance, but posts reviews that bear her own particular take on each book.

So drop by
Come Meet Aus Jenny--she's fun and very real!
http://ausjenny.blogspot.com

These are the rest of the blogs that I will be visiting and discussing soon!

http://www.bluerosesheart.blogspot.com
http://cindywoolard.blogspot.com
http://blog.clark-stone.net
http://seekerville.blogspot.com
http://www.darkglassponderings.blogspot.com
http://casablancaauthors.blogspot.com
http://wordplay-kmweiland.blogspot.com/
http://leesmithwriting.blogspot.com/
http://wwwbackyardhermit.blogspot.com/
http://marthasbookshelf.blogspot.com/
http://michellevsblog.blogspot.com/

More about these later this month!--Lyn

Book Monday-Author Roxanne Rustand & Winter Reunion

2010-11-08T04:26:00.000-06:00

First of all, the winner of LaShaunda's generous gift of Internet promotion on Shades of Romance goes to Mary Connealy! Congratulations, Mary!

And the Sormag Goodie Bag goes to reader, April (tarenn98[at]yahoo[dot]com). (She didn't post but I chose her from readers from the past month who left a comment.)

A word to the wise, sometimes I don't mention that those who leave a comment may win a prize but that is always a possibility!

Thanks again to LaShaunda for sharing the story of her strong mother and for LaShaunda's gracious gifts. I hope you'll all visit http://sormag.blogspot.com/

Now to our Book for this Monday--
Winter Reunion by Author Roxanne Rustand!

Winter Reunion
Roxanne Rustand
Love Inspired Nov 2010
Miniseries: Aspen Creek Crossroads

Blurb: When wounded marine Devlin Sloane comes back to Aspen Creek, he's surprised by his late mother's will. His new business partner for the next six months is Beth Carrigan. His ex-wife. This might prove Dev's most difficult mission yet. He's never stopped loving the sweet bookstore owner, but his military career broke them apart.

Now, as Beth and Dev work together helping others get a new start on life, Dev hopes that he can break down the walls between them. And explore the possibilities of a new life and love together.

A bit about Author Roxanne Rustand!

2010 Winner– WisRWA Write Touch Reader’s Award –FINAL EXPOSURE, Inspirational category

2010 Finalist– Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Inspirational Romantic Suspense & Mystery –FINAL EXPOSURE

2010 RT Bookclub Magazine Reviewer’s Choice Nominee for Best Steeple Hill Love Inspired Suspense of 2010: END GAME (winner to be announced April, 2011)

To learn more about Roxanne and her books, drop by

http://roxannerustand.com/

Publisher LaShaunda Hoffman & How She Learned to Be Strong

2010-11-04T04:26:00.000-05:00

Publisher LaShaunda Hoffman caught my attention several years ago when I read about her website, Shades of Romance, in the Writer's Digest magazine. Her website was one of the top ones on the Net and remains that. I've gotten to know LaShaunda via email and she inspires me with her energy and commitment. Here's LaShaunda:

"When I think of strong women, I think of my mother, Brenda J. Turner. She lost her mother at the age of nine. I believe that’s what made her the kind of mother she is today. She always wanted a mother, so she took all those feelings and became the mother she wanted.

She instilled in her three daughters a commitment to family, a hard work ethic, and to give back. She taught me to be strong even when my world is falling apart. When she was diagnosed with Lupus, she didn’t withdraw into herself. She kept going. She once told me if she stayed in bed every time she didn’t feel good, she’d never get out of the bed.

She is one who believes in dreams. She gave me my first typewriter at sixteen, when I decided to be a bestselling writer. She’s my biggest encourager even when 27 years later it hasn’t happen. She says God has a plan and I believe her.

My mother now battles diabetes. It keeps her from doing a lot of things she use to do, because she has dialysis three times a week. However she stays positive and is grateful the Lord keeps her here. I too am grateful for each day I have with her and for the example she sets in being a good strong woman.

I would like to thank Lyn for featuring me here today. She has been such a loyal supporter of SORMAG and I so appreciate her. To one of her lucky readers who is an author I would like to offer a book promo. Leave a comment about how your mother inspired you and be entered in a drawing to receive this:

BOOK INTRO - Eblast

Includes:

Cover

book blurb

author bio

1 chapter excerpt

website link

link to amazon.com

About LaShaunda:

In the real world, LaShaunda C. Hoffman is a happily married mother of three. She works for the government and is a Navy vet. In her fantasy life she loves, she is the publisher of Shades Of Romance Magazine - SORMAG. An award winning online magazine for readers and writers of multi-cultural literature. She is a contributor for the anthology, How I Met My Sweetheart. She is currently on the path to publication, working on a Christian romance and hunting for a literary agent.

Catch her online: SORMAG - http://sormag.blogspot.com, See Ya On The Net, her personal blog - http://lashaunda.blogspot.com

LaShaunda C. Hoffman - http://sormag.blogspot.com

SORMAG Publisher

Need help with your book promotion?
http://sormag.com/advertise.htm

I hope you'll drop by and check out Sormag. I'm sure you'll find some new books and authors there!--Lyn

First Page-A Circle of Blessings" by Author Deborah Raney

2010-11-03T04:26:00.000-05:00

On Monday, I featured A Prairie Christmas Collection and here is an

Excerpt from "A Circle of Blessings"

by Deborah Raney

Chapter One

"Dakota Territory 1871

Stella Bradford hurried across the campus of St. Bartholomew's Academy, a stack of textbooks in arm and a bulging drawstring bag looped over one shoulder. The petticoat beneath her long-sleeved cotton dress clung to her legs, and with her free hand, she dabbed beads of moisture from her brow with a crumpled handkerchief. One should not have to perspire in October! If she didn't hurry, she was going to be late for class, and it would be the second time this week. She was having enough trouble with this infernal English grammar class as it was. It certainly wouldn't help matters to be late again.

The tower clock in the center of the campus quadrangle began to chime the hour, and Stella lifted her skirts above her ankles and broke into a very unladylike trot. She rounded the ivy-draped corner of Andrews Hall at top speed but was halted in her tracks when she bumped headlong into a broad masculine chest. The only thing that kept her from stumbling to the brick walk beneath her feet, was the strong pair of hands that reached out to grab her by the shoulders.

"Whoa, Miss! Watch where you're going there." The voice was as deep as the brown eyes that looked down into hers.

"Oh, p-pardon me," she stuttered, "but I'm about to be late for class." She took a step backward, out of the man's grasp.

The last chime of the carillon clock died away on the still autumn air, and Stella gave a little gasp of dismay.

"It looks to me as though you are late," the gentleman told her. "And at the reckless speed you were going, I'd venture to say you would have arrived so out of breath that you might as well not have bothered going at all."

"Please," she pled impatiently. "Let me pass. I simply can't miss this class again."

"Oh, I see," he said, a rather wicked gleam in his eyes. "So, you make a habit of tardiness? And let me guess––you are not exactly a candidate for honors in this particular class?"

She stamped her foot and took another step backward. Of all the impudent–– She did not have time for this."

For more information, visit http://www.deborahraney.com

Author Carolyne Aarsen & Silent Strength

2010-11-02T04:26:00.000-05:00

My guest today is Author Carolyne Aarsen, a longtime Love Inspired author and friend. She has chosen to write about the "silent strength" her mother demonstrated. Here's Carolyne:

"I like writing about coming home to faith, community and love. And one of my favourite moments to put down on paper, is that time in the book when the heroine has to make a decision. And often a sacrifice that can portray a strength of character that she never had before. One of my inspirations for this moment is my own mother. For many years she took care of my father who suffered from rheumatoid arthritis. As he lost mobility my mother bathed him, dressed, him and got him ready for the day. And when the day was over, she helped him get ready for bed. All of these things she did without any of us fully understanding the burden she carried. Because she never, ever said anything about it to us.

She never complained. After all, she told us later, this was her beloved husband who had done so much for her when he was physically able. When my father was hospitalized for so many years, she faithfully went, every day, to visit him and spend time with him. And often shave him, bathe him and clean up his room. Being the neat freak she was, she would sometimes even wash the floor! For my mother, that sacrifice was never a moment in the story, but a life-long commitment. An example to us, her children, of how love is expressed without words and an example of silent and faithful strength."--Carolyne

Here is Carolyne's latest Love Inspired romance.

"Rancher Kip Cosgrove promised his dying brother he'd take care of his motherless young twins. So when the boys' estranged aunt shows up on the Cosgrove doorstep with a will and the law on her side, Kip digs in his boot heels. Nicole Williams is wonderful with the boys, but Kip is just as much their kin as she is. And until legal issues are settled, she'll have to abide by his rules. Which means visiting the twins at the ranch. Seeing how much he loves the boys. How much they love him. And maybe…staying forever."

If you'd like to read an excerpt or purchase this book, drop by
http://www.eharlequin.com/store.html?cid=236

Website for Carolyne Aarsen

www.carolyneaarsen.com

Hope you'll give Carolyne a try!--Lyn

Book Monday-Author Deborah Raney & A Prairie Christmas Collection

2010-11-01T04:26:00.000-05:00

A Prairie Christmas Collection

from Barbour Books

by Tracie Peterson, Deborah Raney, Tracey Bateman

and other favorite Christian authors

Settling the vast open prairies, weathering winter storms, and finding joy to celebrate during Christmas epitomizes the pioneer experience. In a unique collection of nine Christmas romances, Barbour Publishing brings readers A Prairie Christmas Collection where they can relive a prairie Christmas with all its challenge and delights as penned by multi-published authors, including Tracie Peterson and Deborah Raney. Featuring deckled-edge pages and a foil-stamped cover with fold-under flaps, the collection makes an ideal gift for the romance reader.

In this holiday romance collection, the warmth of Christmas will radiate new love from the high plains of Minnesota and Dakota Territory, across the rolling hills of Nebraska, Iowa, and Illinois, and down into the flats of Kansas. Filled with inspiration and faith, each story will become a treasure to be enjoyed again each year. Along with Peterson and Raney, other contributing authors include Tracey Bateman, Pamela Griffin, JoAnn A. Grote, Maryn Langer, Darlene Mindrup, Janet Spaeth and Jill Stengl.

For more information see Deborah Raney's website at www.deborahraney.com.

Available in bookstores everywhere, or order online at CBD.com, amazon.com or other bookstores online.

What's a Work for Hire Novel?

2010-10-28T04:26:00.000-05:00

My guest today is Author DeAnna Julie Dodson who is going to share her experience with writing a work for hire novel. Here's DeAnna:

WRITING THE WORK-FOR-HIRE NOVEL

After a long hiatus following the publication of my medieval trilogy, In Honor Bound, By Love Redeemed and To Grace Surrendered, I was thrilled to be given the opportunity to write the fourth book in the Annie’s Attic Mystery series, Letters in the Attic, released by DRG Network in September.

How did I find out about the opportunity?

DRG contacted my agent for the names of some authors who might be interested in writing work-for-hire novels for them. I was one of the writers they eventually selected. Though this particular series was new to me at the time, I was very familiar with DRG because I love needlework, and they are a major publisher of pattern books and magazines. They sell related notions and supplies as well. Since their main character, Annie, is a crafter, it was a perfect fit for me.

How is writing a work-for-hire different from regular royalty-paying submissions?

A work-for-hire book is written within certain specific guidelines at the request of the publishers. In general, once the author has satisfactorily completed the requested work and turned it over to the publishers, he receives the agreed-upon payment and his rights to the work end. The work becomes the sole property of the publishers to do with as they please. The author does not receive any additional royalties or payments.

What is it like to write a work for hire novel?

After I agreed to accept this assignment, the first thing I did was read the first three books in the series. It is extremely important to know the story world and know the characters inside and out. Obviously, all work-for-hire writing doesn’t involve series, but it’s vital to know what the publisher wants and adhere to their requirements.

Keeping Annie’s earlier adventures firmly in mind, my next task was to figure out where to go from there. DRG gave me just one intriguing premise: Finding some letters from a childhood friend, Annie decides to see what this friend is up to now, but nobody knows anything about her. With that start, I could go in any direction. Is her friend alive or dead? Do people really not know what happened to her, or are they just not saying? What kind of trouble will Annie get into trying to find out?

I had to keep in close contact with my editor on the project to make sure what I had in mind was what DRG had in mind for their book and for their series. And, unlike any other book I’ve written, I had to turn it in one third at a time. This was an extra hurdle for me since I don’t usually write chronologically, but I met my deadlines (often ahead of time) and feel that I strengthened my writing muscles by meeting that challenge.

Why did I decide to write a work for hire novel?

Even though I didn’t have as much creative freedom as I do with books I create completely on my own, I very much enjoyed working with DRG. It was a challenge to write a book in four months when it usually takes me a year and a half or more. And it was nice, after such a long time between books, to finally have something new out. I was very happy to have the opportunity to get my name back into circulation."--DeAnna

Here's DeAnna's book and a few links in case you want to read more about her and her book!--Lyn

DeAnna's website is http://www.deannajuliedodson.com

Her blog is http://www.deannajuliedodson.com/blog/

First Page-2 Tickets to the Christmas Ball by Donita K Paul

2010-10-27T04:26:00.000-05:00

Chapter One

"Christmas. Cora had been trying to catch it for four years. She scurried down the sidewalk, thankful that streetlights and brightly-lit storefronts counteracted the gloom of early nightfall. Somewhere, sometime, she’d get a hold of how to celebrate Christmas. Maybe even tonight.

With snowflakes sticking to her black coat, Christmas lights blinking around shop windows, and incessant bells jingling, Cora should have felt some holiday cheer.

And she did.

Really.

Just not much.

At least, she was on a Christmas errand this very minute. One present for a member of the family. Shouldn’t that count for a bit of credit in the Christmas spirit department?

Cora planned out her Christmas gift-giving in a reasonable manner. The execution of her purchasing schedule gave her a great deal of satisfaction. Tonight’s quest was a book for Uncle Eric—something about knights and castles, swordfights, shining armor, and all that.

One or two gifts purchased each week from Labor Day until December fifteenth, and her obligations were discharged efficiently, economically, and without the excruciating last minute frenzy that descended upon other people . . . like her three sisters, her mother, her grandmother, her aunts."

For more info, visit
www.donitakpaul.com
www.dragonandturtle.com
http://donitakpaul.blogspot.com/ This one is the OLD Blog where she shares books by my fellow authors. Other Literary Dabblings.
http://awriterwritessometimes.blogspot.com/

Author Jill Elizabeth Nelson & Smalltown Lies

2010-10-26T07:19:00.000-05:00

Do you live in a small town? Author Jill Elizabeth Nelson writes about small town lies. Do you think this story could happen in your town?

Secrets Buried Deep!

Evidence from a decades-old murder is the last thing Nicole Keller-Mattson expected to find in her grandmother’s back yard, but the finger-pointing and accusations leveled at her family came as no surprise. Everyone in Ellington is eager to blame the Kellers—but after an attack leaves Nicole’s grandmother in a coma, only Nicole can clear the family name. With the assistance of police chief Rich Hendricks, she stands a chance of solving the mystery . . . if she’s willing to accept Rich’s help. Nicole lost her policeman husband in the line of duty—getting close to another cop is too painful. But keeping her distance could be deadly.

WORDS FROM THE AUTHOR ABOUT LEGACY OF LIES:
I’ve always been fascinated by social dynamics in a small town. Having lived in rural communities all my life, I’m intimately familiar with the unique politics involved. Crafting a story about the shadow cast over a town by its founding family came readily to me. I was particularly interested to explore the affect past sins and secrets can have on a tight-knit community and how the illusion of power is always trumped by the immutable laws of God. We do reap what we sow, no matter how grand and invincible we imagine ourselves to be.

The scripture I used at the front of the book was Psalm 37: 10 – 11 from the NIV version of the Bible: A little while and the wicked will be no more; Though you look for them, they will not be found. But the meek will inherit the land and enjoy great peace. I comfort myself with these words quite often when I see the injustices in the world.

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0373444087/jillelizabeth-20"target="new">CLICK HERE TO BUY THE BOOK NOW!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Jill Elizabeth Nelson writes what she likes to read—tales of adventure seasoned with romance, humor, and faith, earning her the tagline: Endless Adventure, Timeless Truth. She was delightfully astonished this year to receive the prestigious Carol Award in the Short Contemporary Suspense category for her 2009 release, Evidence of Murder. Jill speaks regularly at conferences, writer’s groups, library associations, and civic and church groups. When teaching classes for writers, she thrills to bring the Ahah! moment to her students as they make a new skill their own. Jill and her husband live in rural Minnesota where they raised four children and are currently enjoying their first grandchild. Visit Jill on the web at http://www.jillelizabethnelson.com for book giveaways, excerpts, and information.

I lived most of my lives in cities over 90,000 population. Now I live in a small town. I don't think I'm really experiencing small town life since I didn't raise my children here or hold a job here. Do you think that makes a difference?

Book Monday Review-Author Charlene Baumbich & Divine Appointments

2010-10-25T04:26:00.000-05:00

Divine Appointments: A Novel by Charlene Baumbich

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

If you're looking for something different to read, Divine Appointments fits the bill! The heroine is not a young "thing" but a more mature woman who has spent her life in solitary achievement. However, God has more in mind for her.

I endorsed this book and here's my endorsement. "This book intrigued me from the first page. A delightful, unique heroine and a story well told with twists and turns and layers peeled back. Insightful. Don't miss it!"

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Jeff Gerke, A Man Who Loves His Wife

2010-10-21T04:26:00.000-05:00

My guest today is Jeff Gerke, author, editor, publisher, and man who loves his wife. Here's Jeff:

"My wife has been my biggest support through all the crazy things I've done during our marriage. She worked full-time as a teacher so I could go to seminary full-time and graduate more quickly. Then when I announced I thought God was leading me not into ministry but to write fiction, she was my first fan.

When I moved her hither and yon across the country--we've now lived in all four time zones in the Continental U.S.--she was there beside me. She was there when I lost the occasional job and when my novels failed to achieve sales success.

And when I launched my own small Christian publishing company, she was not only cheering me on but helping me do it. She took more of the load of raising our children when I was writing my fiction craft book for Writers Digest.

At every step of our journey, she has been my strongest supporter. And all of this is without mentioning the 26 hours of labor she went through to deliver our first child. Or the grief we went through when we suffered a miscarriage. Or the shock we endured upon learning that our son was autistic.

She has suffered physically, as well. She endured a painful injection in her knee so she could walk the Great Wall of China--and the steps of Zhengzhou--to adopt our little girl in 2009. She's got near-herniated discs in her neck and cysts on her thyroid. She's lost both her parents to cancer and has had to move away from all her family and old friends.

And yet she still gets up every morning and fights the good fight. She cares for our toddler and does homework with our son and attends our oldest daughter's marching band competitions in the cold and rain. She cooks, cleans, shops--loves, cares, and perseveres.

She's a strong woman, a heroine in her own right, and I don't know where I'd be without her."--Jeff Gerke

Jeff has also just had his first book by Writers Digest published

First Page-Mistletoe Prayers by Author Marta Perry

2010-10-20T04:26:00.000-05:00

MISTLETOE PRAYERS

A BODINE FAMILY CHRISTMAS

Chapter One

Lt. Travis McCall had never had what most people would call a merry Christmas, and it was the last thing he wanted this year. The glossy door of the Southern colonial house bore a huge Christmas wreath, and the sight was nearly enough to make turn tail.

Almost, but not quite. He’d promised his buddy, and he never went back on his word.

The moment’s hesitation proved just enough. A discordant bray pierced the air of the quiet Charleston suburb. He glanced toward the driveway which swept around the house and blinked. A horse trailer had been pulled there, its ramp down. On the ramp, all four feet planted firmly, stood a small gray donkey.

A lead rope disappeared into the back of the trailer. Someone, out of Travis’s sight in the trailer, was apparently trying to pull the donkey in. Just as plainly the donkey didn’t intend to go anywhere. Travis had loaded horses and cattle enough times as a kid to know the signs.

Even as he thought it, the animal jerked back. In a minute it would be free, running into traffic as likely as not. He’d have to go give that idiot a hand.

A few quick strides took him across the lawn. Just as he reached the ramp the donkey reared, yanking the lead rope. A slight figure hurtled out of the back of the trailer, stumbled on the ramp, and barreled into Travis.

He grasped it, mind registering several things at once. This was not a teenage boy, as his first startled glimpse had made him think. And the donkey, managing to free himself, bolted.

For more info, visit
www.martaperry.com
www.booksbymartaperry.blogspot.com
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And there are more to come:

MISTLETOE PRAYERS: A BODINE FAMILY CHRISTMAS, novella, Love Inspired, Nov., 2010
MURDER IN PLAIN SIGHT, Amish suspense, HQN Books, Dec., 2010
SARAH'S GIFT, Pleasant Valley Amish Book 4, Berkley Books, March, 2011
VANISH IN PLAIN SIGHT, Amish suspense book 2, HQN Books, June, 2011

Author Leann Harris & Faith of the Heart

2010-10-19T04:26:00.000-05:00

My guest today is Author Leann Harris who writes Love Inspired Suspense romances. Her next one is coming out in January 2011--which may sound a long way off. But it isn't! Here's Leann:

"It’s amazing the people God puts into our lives. I was blessed with a daughter who has been a strength and joy. She was such a determined child that all I could do was channel that energy into the correct path. She was one of those children on the first day of 1^st grade that didn’t cling to mom’s side, but she walked into the classroom, found the teacher, and asked if she needed any help.

I also tried very hard to discourage her from becoming a teacher, which I was, but she told me it was her life and butt out. But it was that strong determination that I believe saved my life.

I suffered a brain aneurism at the age of 45. A vessel in my brain burst, and I bled into my brain. That happened late in September. I had picked up our speaker for the local RWA chapter meeting at the airport, we had breakfast, and then went to the meeting. A suddenly and terrible headache hit me, and I ended up in the bathroom, throwing up. I was taken to the hospital and in there for months. If it could go wrong, it did.

One dark night, the doctors called my family into the waiting room and told them I had less than a fifty/fifty chance of making it through the night. It was more like 30/70 chances, not in my favor. My parents lost it and my husband was devastated. My daughter (19 at the time) refused to accept the verdict. She prayed and asked God not to take me. She needed her mother. Her faith was not shaken and she believed. That is a faith of the heart. I think she also carried the rest of the family through that dark time.

I’m truly awed at the power of prayer, and I think it was her faith that God honored."--Leann

Thanks, Leann. Tell us a little about your January 2011 book, Second Chance Ranch.
Zachary McClure lost his leg while serving in Iraq. When he came home his dreams were shattered and faith shaken. Ex-army medic, Sophie Powell, knows how a horse can heal the wounded part of a soldier’s body and spirit. As Zach and Sophie work together, they find the faith in God they lost and the love they denied years ago. But is love enough to heal their wounded hearts?

I have a tender place in my heart for disabled veterans. My own dad lost an arm and a lung in France in WWII. But it didn't stop him in any way. And evidently God had plans for you to write for Him!"--Lyn

Drop by Leann's website for more info:
www.leannharris.com,

You Tube --The Chilean Miners

2010-10-17T04:26:00.000-05:00

Author Randy Ingermanson & The 1st Woman on Mars!

2010-10-14T04:26:00.000-05:00

A writer who has taught me quite a bit about writing and about websites and Internet Marketing is Author Randy Ingermanson. Today he's going to share the strength of his heroine, Valkerie, the first woman on Mars in his (and co-author John Robinson) ebook reissue of their Christy Award winning sci-fi, OXYGEN. Here's Randy:

"OXYGEN features a very strong woman as the lead character, Valkerie Jansen, who has the opportunity to be the "first man on Mars" -- if she can survive the trip.
Valkerie is cool under pressure and is able to think clearly when everybody else is going nuts. In OXYGEN, she shows this strength on a voyage to Mars when an explosion causes most of the air in her ship to leak out into space while two of her comrades are doing a spacewalk. She does an unscheduled spacewalk, hauls in one of her friends who's unconscious, and puts an emergency patch in place to save what little air remains in the ship.

Where does Valkerie get her strength? From two places. First, her faith in God helps her to not fear death, because death is not the end. Second, Valkerie has a strong relationship with her father, and she wants to act in a way that'll make him proud of her.

In OXYGEN, both of those sources of strength receive a severe trial. It's easy to act heroically in moments of high danger, but it's not so easy to continue to act heroically when those moments stretch out for days, weeks, or months -- and you have time to reflect on the fact that you are probably going to die very soon. When that happens, Valkerie is forced to ask whether her faith is real . . . or just an act."--Randy

BTW, Randy has a PhD from Berkley in physics (I think!) so the science is all factual not made up.

Drop by
http://www.ingermanson.com

And also co-Author John Robinson's website:
http://www.litany.com

Randy's web site about writing fiction is at:
http://www.AdvancedFictionWriting.com

Randy has written a great book called Writing Fiction for Dummies and is known for his "Snowflake" characterization plan which he gives away free on his Advanced Fiction Writing website. He also has a free ezine for fiction writers which is AMAZING!--Lyn

First Page-Reinventing Rachel by Author Alison Strobel

2010-10-13T04:26:00.000-05:00

Reinventing Rachel

By Alison Strobel

Chapter 1

Rachel Westing pulled into the parking lot of Beach Cities Church and finished the last sip of Ethiopian Harrar she’d been nursing. The exotic coffee had required a half hour detour up the coast, but she’d needed a break from the seminary application she had been working on that morning before frustration made her head explode. The traffic on Beach Boulevard had given her plenty of time to think, but she was no clearer on the essay she still needed to write. Rare coffee usually sparked her creativity, but as she left the cool cocoon of her car for the SoCal May heat, she resigned herself to the fact that she was no closer to starting her paper than she’d been over an hour ago.

The worship team was polishing their set in the sanctuary when Rachel arrived. Despite feeling like a raincloud of consternation followed her, she sang along with the leader as he came to the chorus. The love of God is greater far, Than tongue or pen can ever tell… Upon hearing the words, warmth spread through her, and the cloud began to dissipate. The concept of God’s love would never cease to amaze her.

Rachel exchanged waves with fellow volunteers as they caught each other’s eyes, basking in the familiarity and security she always felt when she entered the building. After setting her Bible in her usual spot, she headed back out to the foyer where the associate pastor’s wife was preparing the refreshments table with coffee and cookies."

What readers are saying about Reinventing Rachel:

For every reader who has doubted God through troubled times, this book is for you.

~ Rene Gutteridge, author of Listen and Never the Bride

I lent this book to a friend—and she called it a life-altering story. Way to go, Alison!

~ Melody Carlson, author of The Four Lindas and 86 Bloomberg Place

What the book is about:

God let Rachel Westing down. For twenty-six years she’s done everything by the book; she figures He should have her back. But then she learns her fiancé is cheating on her. Her parents are getting a divorce. And her Christian mentor has a pill addiction. Where is God in all this? Nowhere, as far as Rachel can see. Wounded, bitter, and with a shattered faith, she quits her job and goes across the country to live with Daphne—her childhood best friend whose soul Rachel once thought she was meant to save.

Confident, successful, fun-loving Daphne sets about helping Rachel reinvent herself, and for a while it’s exciting. But when another tragedy shakes Rachel to the core, what little bit of self-possession she has left begins to unravel. A true-to-life story that will draw you in and keep you biting your nails until the end.

Drop by http://www.alisonstrobel.com/ for more about Alison and her books!--Lyn

Author Patricia Hickman & Her Most Desperate Hour

2010-10-12T04:26:00.000-05:00

The Power of Solitude

By Patricia Hickman

After the loss of our daughter, everything inside of me shifted never to return to the same shape again. I had loved noise and activity and being around crowds of people. Suddenly, my tolerance for clamor evaporated. I had to find time alone. The first time I went away on a retreat to practice spiritual solitude my goal was not to be needed by anyone. But what awaited me was a surprise.

The first day I knelt in a quiet room overlooking a rose garden. I was acquainted with practicing God’s presence, seeking God in a waiting posture, not asking for anything. So I did that until the silence became nearly deafening. Restlessness set in. I paced. After two days of solitude, I moved out to the rose gardens where I journaled. By the third day, though, I was finally beginning to relax and become accustomed to the silence. That is when I first noticed God speaking to me. Had he been doing that all along?

Next God showed me the condition of my own soul. Realize women are already innately racked with guilt. But when God examined me, I sensed a benevolent soul hovering over me, guiding me to understand why I stumble or why I keep taking the same hills. It was a necessary examination. Next came the realization of those whom I had wounded. The latter part of that confessional practice—recognizing those I’ve wounded--had eluded me most of the time because I lived in a continual clamor. So as I began to repent, a deep sense of sorrow followed.

From that time on, I began to find creative ways to practice solitude in God’s presence. When I left behind the noise of everyday life, I realized God has been talking to me when I thought he had fallen cruelly silent. But the noisy place where I lived prevented me from hearing him. I realized that when I’m home and allowing my life to spin out of the busyness of activities, I can easily adopt pseudo-spirituality. I justify my actions, anger, judgmental attitudes if I measure my life by the life of other flawed humans. But when I seek him in solitude, then I no longer have others around me as my measuring stick, just the measure of my own sin-sick life against the radiance of Christ.

In the past, I would breathe a quick prayer in the morning, rattle off a generic “forgive me of all my sins,” and then hit the day, guns-a-blazing. But what I learned through this new practice of solitude was my own need to offer up everything to God for his examination. The more I practiced it, the more I found myself inviting his examination of me throughout the day. And that is when I discovered an amazing lightness of being I had not known in all of my striving—a condition the Bible calls God’s “perfect peace.” In my most desperate hour, I finally understood what scripture means by God’s “gentle whisper.”

"The Lord said, 'Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.' Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper … " (1 Kings 19: 11-13) --Patricia

Thanks for sharing so candidly, Patricia. Perfect peace is attractive to us all in this hasty, bizzy world. Your "guns-ablazing" definitely matches my style. I don't often seek God in silence. You've given me something to consider. Thanks.

And here's the cover of Patricia's latest book. I gave it 5 stars when I reviewed it on GoodReads, not something I do very often.--Lyn

Now a couple of important links with the chance of winning a prize!

http://www.patriciahickman.com

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Patricia-Hickman/34010447810?ref=ts

And by visiting either of these web addresses, bloggers may register for my Pirate Queen Treasure Trove with the grand prize of a 3G Kindle, an e-book version of The Pirate Queen, and 9 other great prizes.

Book Monday-Author Sandra Byrd & Don't Kiss Him Goodbye! & More

2010-10-11T04:26:00.000-05:00

Book Monday has two books today! Book 3 and 4 of Author Sandra Byrd's

London Confidential Series--

Byrd's ability to provide a fun story that incorporates biblical truth will help teens relate to this new series. Readers will identify with the struggle to fit in while staying true to one's convictions.

Romantic Times, 4 star review

Book Three, Don't Kiss Him Goodbye, finds Savvy, now established in her quirky British village, working hard to get an article with her own byline published. When an attractive and mysterious boy asks her for help with his school work, Savvy is slowly pulled into his circle and soon finds out that the wrong set of friends—boys and girls—can influence her own behavior. Following her own advice to cut ties with a charming bad boy would mean abandoning her dearest wishes, and it just doesn't seem as wrong as it feels. Is it? Read on for surprise twists throughout the book!

In a shocking turn of events, all writers for the Wexburg Academy Times will cast their votes for next year's editor—and it looks like Savvy's vote will be the tie breaker! In Book Four, Flirting With Disaster, Savvy must choose between a nasty-girl-turned-nice, with a sudden interest in letting Savvy get what she wants, and the prickly Hazelle, who promises nothing at all. Savvy then finds herself wrapped up in a new, seemingly innocent but potentially dangerous activity. It's all at risk in this book: her position on the paper, the boy she likes, the ministry she wants to go well. At a critical moment, Savvy must figure out how to rely on God rather than luck and to overcome temptation before it is too late.

London Confidential is a new series for tweens and teens where British fashion, friendships, and guys collide as an all-American teen girl learns to love life and live out her faith.

Please visit Sandra online at http://www.sandrabyrd.com/ The books can be purchased at amazon.com through her website or at other fine online or local bookstores near you. If they're not stocked, just ask!

London Confidential Books 1 and 2 were featured in Focus on the Family's Thriving Family Magazine ... click here:

http://www.focusonthefamily.com/parenting/protecting_your_family/book-reviews/a/asking-for-trouble.aspx

About the Author:

After earning her first rejection at the age of thirteen, bestselling author Sandra Byrd went on to publish three dozen books including her widely-acclaimed adult fiction debut, Let Them Eat Cake, and her recent 4-book young adult fiction series, London Confidential.

A former textbook acquisitions editor, Sandra is also an accomplished non-fiction writer and author. Her articles have appeared in numerous publications such as Radiant, Focus on the Family's Clubhouse Magazine, Christian Parenting Today, Pockets, Decision, and Guideposts. During the past seven years, Sandra has mentored hundreds of students through the Christian Writer's Guild.

Sandra resides in Seattle, Washington with her husband Michael, a chaplain, their two teenagers, and a circus dog named Brie.

Author Cara Putman & The All-Expense Paid Vacation to the World's Largest Kitty Litter Box

2010-10-07T04:26:00.000-05:00

My guest today is Author Cara Putman. Here's Cara:

"My Mom – A Woman of Strength

I’ve always admired my mom. She homeschooled us kids as soon as it was legal – in the days when it was still very weird. She has always poured Christ’s love into others through homeschool groups, crisis pregnancy centers, church ministries and so much more.

But in 1990, I saw her strength in a whole new light. In August, my dad and his National Guard unit were at their two-week summer training when Iraq invaded Kuwait. At that time, I wondered if he’d even get to come home before being shipped overseas. He did.

It wasn’t until Thanksgiving week that his unit got called to active status. On three days notice, Mom went from a busy woman helping with our restaurants, homeschooling, community involvement, and more to a woman who’s husband was shipping to a war zone. Her support system was gone, and unlike when he served in Vietnam, she was left with four children and all her responsibilities plus much of the load Dad had borne for our stores.

That Christmas I got a stack of boxes from the nicest store at the Mall because Mom didn’t have time to shop in a dozen places like she usually would. My Dad’s unit shipped home in April – just in time for Easter. I barely recognized the man with the tan and mustache.

That six months was a challenge for each of us. Phone calls were so rare. Email barely existed. And regular letters were what we had to rely on for most of our communications. I remember making jokes about Dad’s all-expense paid vacation to the kitty liter box of the world in an effort to keep from crying when people would ask about him.

We all cope in different ways. But that period gave me a great respect for all the military families that are left behind when their loved one deploys. And it also revealed just how strong my Mom is."--Cara Putman

Here's Cara's latest book. What a fantastic cover!

Hollywood 1942. When attorney Audra Schaeffer's sister disappears, Audra flies to Hollywood to find her but instead must identify her body. Determined to bring the killer to justice, Audra takes a job with the second Hollywood Victory Caravan. Together with Robert Garfield and other stars, she crisscrosses the southern United States in a campaign to sell war bonds. When two other women are found dead on the train, Audra knows the deaths are tied to that of her sister. Could the killer be the man with whom she's falling in love?

About the Author

Stars in the Night is CARA PUTMAN's ninth novel and tenth book. An attorney and sometimes lecturer at a Big Ten University, Cara lives in Indiana with her husband and three children. http://www.caraputman.com

First Page-Masquerade by Author Nancy Moser

2010-10-06T04:26:00.000-05:00

Masquerade by Nancy Moser

Chapter One

Dornby Manor

Wiltshire, England

Early autumn 1886

“I’ve told you, Father, I won’t marry him.”

Thomas Gleason held a matchstick to the bowl of his pipe and puffed repeatedly, luring the tobacco to ignite. “It’s a good match, daughter. Everyone has heard of the Tremaines, even here in England.”

Heard of their money, perhaps . . .

Lottie remembered the whispered rumors about the Tremaines. She knew her parents hated gossip—or pretended to for propriety’s sake—but now was not the time for her to be timid. “Some say the Tremaines are nouveau riche. The elder Mr. Tremaine is but one generation away from those who peddled their goods on the streets of New York City.”

Her father pointed his pipe at her. “Perhaps. But Tremaine’s Dry Goods has grown to encompass a five-story building within an entire city block.”

Mother shook her head and said beneath her breath, “A glorified shopkeeper.”

Father shot her a glance.

Mother nodded to the maid, Dora, to pour the tea. “We are the ones doing the Tremaines the favor. You are Sir Thomas Gleason,” she said. “The Gleasons have ties to Richard the Second. Our name is listed in Debrett’s.”

A puff of smoke billowed in front of Father’s face. “Now, now, Hester. By seeking a goodly match for our daughter, we’re not negating our own roots. It’s a blessing the Tremaines have shown interest in our Charlotte, especially since they’ve never met any of us. And considering . . . ”

Lottie interrupted. “You act as if meeting me might cause them to change their minds. I may not be a ravishing beauty, Father, but I’ve been complimented many times regarding my appearance.”

“No, no,” her father said. “Don’t take offense. You’re a lovely girl. I was merely pointing out the odd circumstances of . . . our situation.”

Hester coughed and put her ever-present handkerchief to her mouth.

Lottie tried unsuccessfully to squelch her annoyance at her mother’s cough. Hack, hack, hack. Perhaps if Mother spent more time outside, walking the grounds of their Wiltshire estate, her health would improve. But Mother prided herself on indoor pursuits, namely her needlepoint chair cushions. Best in the county, she bragged. Lottie didn’t care for such nonsense. To go to so much work only to have someone sit upon it was absurd.

As was this conversation.

Lottie set her teacup down, rose from her chair, and moved to the windows that overlooked the front lawn. “I don’t see why we have to talk about this now.” Or ever. “It’s my birthday and my friends will be arriving for my party soon and . . . ” She turned to her mother directly. “Speaking of my party, why aren’t you bustling about? A dozen of my friends will arrive in just a few hours, yet if I didn’t know better, I’d think the party was next Tuesday rather than today.”

Do You Rember these 3 Questions?

2010-10-05T04:26:00.000-05:00

1-Why do Authors and Publishers give away books on blogs?
2-Have you won a book on a blog?
3-If you did, what did you do with that book?

Project Journal's reply summed up and added a little zest to the replies I received.

Her reply: "I think they give away books one) for publicity, let's be honest. Giving away free books is an easy way to catch new readers and keep old followers! Two) Along the same lines, it keeps people interested in your blog a lot of times I think. Three) I think it shows a lot about your character. Lol! I know that's not necessarily true or anything, but I personally think that it's really nice to do the giveaways! There's a couple answers :- )"

I appreciated the comment that giving away books was a nice thing to do! I do like giving gifts.

Another common reply to # 3) came from JKW: "I pass books on to friends - keep them going."

That's also good to hear. Do you know what the most common and strongest reason for a person to pick up and read a book by an author she/he hasn't read before is?
Word of mouth--that means that people telling people is what sells books!

Ellen Too replied to 3. with "Read it then put it on my special keeper shelf." That's so wonderful, Ellen! Thanks. Every author hopes she will write books that people will deem "Keepers"--those books that remain with us and are reread. (I'm always so happy when I DON'T see my books at garage sales and Goodwill!)

Aus Jenny wrote-"The ones that are signed to me I have kept but often have shared them. Others are or will end up in the Church library or if its a must keep in my library to share. I also normally will post a review on my blog and other places."

Now that's what I often do with books I read. I give them either to our smalltown (1 room) library or to our church library.

And the final sentence of of AusJenny's reply--She posts reviews of the books she received.

That's one of the main reasons that authors and publishers give away books. We hope that if you like the book:
A- you will post a review of it on your blog OR
B- you will post a review of it on Amazon.com or Christianbook.com or BN.com

A few other commenters said that they do post reviews of books. And you know you don't have to get fancy with reviews, click a rank and say what you liked.

I know I appreciate a reader who does this. My September book has no reviews up yet on any sites. (HINT-HINT) GRIN.

Anyway, I'm not done with this recap of those questions I asked in September. Soon I'm going to start visiting the blogs that the people who left comments recommended.

BTW, if you drop by the Craftie Ladies blog, you'll read what a special day this is for me!

Book Monday-Author Trish Perry & The Perfect Blend

2010-10-04T08:33:00.000-05:00

A little about The Perfect Blend by Author Trish Perry. Here's Trish:

"Steph Vandergrift left everything to elope with Middleburg attorney Rick Manfred, who then stood her up at the altar. Too embarrassed to return home, Steph hopes to earn enough to get by until she can decide what to do next. Tea Shop owner Milly Jewel hires her and appreciates the extra help at the tea shop. Also appreciative of Steph is Kendall James, one of the kindest, most eligible bachelors in the area. But by the time Steph feels able to consider dating again, her run-away fiancé returns and tries to win her back. Steph is wary, but she and Rick always blended so well. Christie Burnham, the frank-talking equestrian from whom Steph rents a room, and her frillier sister Liz become fast friends and confidantes to Steph. Between the two sisters, there isn't much any man is going to pull over on Middleburg's newest bachelorette and tea shop employee.

A little about Trish: Award-winning novelist Trish Perry has written The Perfect Blend (2010), Sunset Beach (2009), Beach Dreams (2008), Too Good to Be True (2007), and The Guy I’m Not Dating (2006), all for Harvest House Publishers. Her monthly column, “Real Life is Stranger,” appeared in Christian Fiction Online Magazine during its inaugural year. She was editor of Ink and the Spirit, the newsletter of Washington D.C.’s Capital Christian Writers organization (CCW), for seven years. Before her novels, Perry published numerous short stories, essays, devotionals, and poetry in Christian and general market media. She will release several new books in 2011. Perry holds a B.A. in Psychology, was a 1980s stockbroker, and held positions at the Securities and Exchange Commission and in several Washington law firms. She serves on the Board of Directors of CCW and is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and Romance Writers of America. She invites you to visit her at www.trishperry.com"

Author Donita K Paul & The Vanishing Sculptor

2010-09-30T04:26:00.000-05:00

My guest today is Donita K Paul, an author who writes amazing fantasy, not an easy thing to do!
Here's Donita:
"The heroine in the first two books of the Chiril Chronicles is Tipper Schope. In her early twenties, she has been in charge of a massive household for the many years following her father's disappearance. In her mind, she has not done a great job. At the time of the first scene, she has been reduced to selling her noted father's artwork in order to pay the bills. Her home is a deteriorating mansion. They have two servants left from the full staff. Her mother's mental health and stability has broken down. The failure of the mansion has caused hardship among those who depended on her father and this establishment. Tipper feels the weight of all the responsibility.

I see strong women face two types of situations those they chose and those that are thrust upon them. I know a young lady who worked hard to put herself through college to become an RN. She showed tremendous strength and determination to meet her goal, one she had chosen herself. But this same young lady had an abusive parent, an alcoholic spouse, and a relative with a debilitating disease. Obviously these burdens were not ones she chose. With each new obstacle that came her way, she continued on the path she knew God had ordained. And not only that, but she remained a cheerful, optimistic person. As a great mom, she has drilled into her kids, “Attitude is everything.”

The character in The Vanishing Sculptor is also challenged by adversity. Unfortunately, three of the statues she sold to acquire money for expenses, turned out to be the cornerstone of the world she lives in. With the statues separated, the countryside has bizarre eruptions that destroy property and life.

As in real life, with each new challenge, Tipper grows to meet the difficulty. That stretching to do the next thing, the thing we think is just beyond our ability, makes us grow stronger. Tipper's character deepens as she handles what I (the author) throw at her. And she also gains a perspective of herself that eliminates the false guilt. I think false guilt weighs us down more than the reality we face. Tipper does reach a happy ending, but the reader is aware that it is not happily ever after, because the road we travel will not smooth out and be bump-free until we reach Heaven. That's okay. We have the hope!"--Donita K Paul

For more about Donita and her books, drop by:

www.donitakpaul.com

www.dragonandturtle.com

http://donitakpaul.blogspot.com/ This one is the OLD Blog where I get a chance to share books by my fellow authors. Other Literary Dabblings.

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First Page-Queen of Hearts by Author K Dawn Byrd

2010-09-29T04:26:00.000-05:00

Chapter One

of Queen of Hearts by K Dawn Byrd

Daphne Dean traced the red hearts on the bottom of the calling card as a sense of foreboding rolled over her. She shrugged it off, hoping that there would be minimal danger in working stateside as a spy for the Office of Strategic Services. Her grandmother had been a spy during World War I and a good one at that. Daphne hoped to live up to her grandmother's reputation. Just thinking about carrying on the tradition excited her and made her feel closer to the woman she'd loved so much and who had died two years ago.

The letter that came with the calling cards stated that from there on out, she'd be known as the Queen of Hearts. She sighed and tossed a pencil on her desk. She hated her code name and considered it ill fitting for a woman who'd been in love only once in the past twenty-five years.

An image of Kenneth's handsome face invaded her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to cry. She thought of him every day, but never with such intense sadness. God, when will it be my turn? All my friends back home are married.

Daphne reprimanded herself with a quick thought. Now was not the time for self-pity. Not when thousands of women were sick with worry while their precious husbands, boyfriends, or sons resided in some terror-filled foxhole overseas.

She closed the box and tossed the cards into the worn brown satchel with her camera and supplies. She'd give anything to have the men home even if it meant handing over the keys to her office, the small room that enveloped her in a warm cocoon at the start of each day. Daphne reminded herself often that she'd likely have to give up her career as a newspaper reporter and trade in the dream that had been as important to her as the air she breathed. As much as she loved it, she'd gladly swap it for a husband, a couple of kids and a house with a white picket fence.

The phone jingled and she reached for it, studying the contrast of pale pink nail polish against the black receiver. "Hello. Daphne Dean."

"This is Code Red of Twelve-Seven."

She sat up straight, desperately trying to recall her conversation with Tom. He'd said that Twelve-Seven was the code for December 7, the day the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor and it was the name of her group of O.S.S. operatives. "Go ahead."

"Listen carefully." His voice was deep and ominous, hinting of danger and intrigue. He cleared his throat. "Write this message down and then destroy the note. You'll type it on your calling card and deliver it to the club at eight o'clock tonight. The message is 'Emergency meeting Eight o'clock tomorrow morning. The usual place'. Now, read it back to me."

She finished scribbling and read it back to him, her voice trembling with anticipation.

"That's right, doll. A courier will be there in a few minutes with your attire for the evening. You'll be approached at the club by a woman in a red. Her code name is Scarlet. She's S.O.E. They're British Secret Intelligence. Give her the note and make sure no one sees you."

"When you say the club, do you mean the private club for officers?"

"That's the one, babe."

"How will I get in? As a member of the press?"

"No. You'll be undercover. Your ID will be in the box with your clothing. Your name for all Twelve-Seven assignments will be Rose Hart. Show your ID at the door. Got it?"

"Sure." She choked on the word.

"Don't let us down," said the stranger. The line clicked and went dead.

For more:

K.Dawn Byrd, Author
Queen of Hearts (April 2010) & Killing Time (August 2010)
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First Page-Petra by Author T L Higley

2010-09-28T04:26:00.000-05:00

Here's the first page of Petra by Author T L Higley.

Chapter 1

The streets of Rome lay barren and empty, sucked dry by the colossal Flavian Amphitheatre that had swallowed seventy-five thousand Roman citizens in a single gulp, and would hold each one captive until they had enjoyed the horrors that Julian now raced to prevent.

More time. He needed more time. Already the crowd inside the four-story rim of stone cheered for the first event.

Julian’s sandals smacked the black basalt road that led toward the amphitheatre. The blistering Roman sun pounded the moisture from his skin and left him panting. He had run most of way, since an old servant in Vita’s house had pointed a gnarled finger toward the east, toward the Forum, toward the arena of death.

Eighty arches ringed the outside of the theatre on each of its first three stories. The bottom arches provided access to the public, and the second story’s niches held statues of the gods and emperors, who now looked down on Julian as he sprinted across the large travertine slabs that paved the arena’s edge.

He ran toward one of the four main entrances and fumbled for the tessera, the stone tile he wore around his neck. The designatores at the entrance would insist on examining it, to see the sector, row and seat to which he was assigned.

Indeed, the usher at this entrance was full of his own importance, and held a palm to Julian’s oncoming rush as though he could stop him with only the force of his arm.

“Too long in your bed this morning, eh?” His smug smile took in Julian’s hastily-wrapped toga and sweat-dampened hair.

Julian thrust the tessera before the man’s eyes. “Here, here, look at it.”

Still the amused smile. The usher opened his mouth to speak again.

“Look at it!”

Daunted, the man let his eyes travel over the tile, then took a tiny breath and stepped back. His grin faded to a look of regret over his own impudence, and he bowed his head. As if that were not enough, he bowed at the waist and extended a hand to invite Julian to enter.

Julian did not wait for an apology. He pushed past the usher and under the vaulted entrance, then straight through the arena’s outer corridor and up a ramp that led to the cavea, the wedge-shaped sections of marble seats. This main entrance led directly to the central boxes reserved for the elite.

He exploded from the dimly lit ramp onto the terrace. The morning sun slashed across half the seats, the height of the amphitheatre leaving the other half in shade. The red canvas velarium, the awning used to shade the spectators, would be raised before it got much hotter, but for now, thousands of bleached togas on white marble blinded the eye and the smell of the masses assaulted the nose.

Julian crossed the terrace in two strides, slammed against the waist-high wall that separated him from the arena, and saw a figure dash at him from the shadows.

His mother’s hands were on his arms in an instant. “Julian, what are you doing?” Her words were frantic, as clipped and terror-filled as his every movement.

“They have Vita, Mother!”

From Petra by T L Higley www.TLHigley.com

The Seven Wonder Novels

Question: Do you enjoy reading stories set in ancient times? Why or why not?

Book Monday-Author DeAnna Julie Dodson & Letters in the Attic

2010-09-26T23:13:00.000-05:00

Blurb for Letters in the Attic by Author DeAnna Julie Dodson!

"Up in her grandmother’s attic in Stony Point, Maine, Annie Dawson finds a stack of old letters from her childhood friend Susan Morris. Annie remembers Susan fondly and would like to get back in touch, but nobody seems to know what’s become of her. Her friends at The Hook and Needle Club aren’t much help either. All they remember is that Susan left town more than twenty years ago to marry a very wealthy man, but none of them is quite sure who he was. And Annie can find no record of any marriage.
The more Annie searches, the more she begins to wonder if something has happened to Susan. Something bad."

To read a review and excerpt drop by http://www.deannajuliedodson.com/letters.php

About DeAnna Julie Dodson

DeAnna Julie Dodson is the author of In Honor Bound, By Love Redeemed and To Grace Surrendered, a trilogy of medieval romances, and Letters in the Attic, a contemporary mystery in the Annie’s Attic series. She is currently working on The Drew Farthering Mysteries, a new series of books set in 1930s England. A graduate of the University of Texas at Dallas, she currently lives in North Texas with four spoiled cats and, when not writing, enjoys quilting, cross stitch and NHL hockey.

Interview:

Tell us about your latest book.

I’m very excited about the release of Letters in the Attic, an Annie’s Attic Mystery. Letters is the fourth book in this new series about Annie Dawson, a widow from Texas who goes up to clean out and sell her late grandmother’s Victorian house in Maine only to find a whole attic full of intriguing and sometimes mysterious objects. The series particularly interested me because Annie and her friends are all needleworkers – knitters, crocheters, quilters, cross-stitchers – and I’ve been interested in needlework for as long as I can remember.

Letters in the Attic came out this summer from DRG.

What's your favorite part of the story?

I think I enjoyed writing Officer Roy Hamilton the most. I actually didn’t think much about him at first. He was meant to be a very minor character who was there just to take fingerprints. Soon, though, he let me know that that was not going to be enough for him. He put on his mirrored sunglasses and sauntered up to me and said he just knew I had something more important for him to do. And darned if he wasn’t right!

What do you hope your readers will get out of the story?

I think the most important thing is that there is freedom in truth. Hiding from it only weighs you down and keeps you prisoner. Facing the truth breaks those chains and breaks the hold of those who would use the fear of that truth against you. Once it’s in the light of day, whatever it is you’re hiding from, it loses its power.

Tell us a little about your writing. Is there any one thing or reference you keep handy when writing? Anything you kept around for this particular book?

Of course, the greatest reference tool these days is the internet. It’s made research so much easier, though you do have to be careful of which sources you trust. Still, I like to have some actual reference books handy when I’m writing. I especially like The Well-Tempered Sentence by Karen Elizabeth Gordon and Eats, Shoots and Leaves by Lynne Truss for solving those thorny grammar and usage questions. They’re both extremely practical while appealing to my sometimes-off-the-wall sense of humor.

For Letters in the Attic, of course, my best friend was the packet of series information the publisher gave me so my book would mesh with the others in the series. Since writing this kind of book was new to me, this packet was really a life saver.

Who do you rely on for help when writing?

Writing can be a very lonely and isolated job. And the worst part of it is that, once you’ve written something, you can never see it the way a new reader will see it. Obviously, you know what you meant to say when you wrote it, but does it really say that? Really? You just have to have a pre-reader look it over, someone who will speak the truth in love and tell you honestly what works and what doesn’t.

I met author Robin Hardy (The Chataine’s Guardian and many, many more) when I took a “Writing Christian Fiction” class at the local community college. At that point, I didn’t imagine I would ever actually be published. She was so gracious and so kind to this very green wannabe writer. She actually read through my 250,000-word manuscript (the one that became In Honor Bound) and showed me how to improve it and, more importantly, how I could cut it down to a manageable length. Now, years later, she’s still my first and best pre-reader and a terrific friend. She catches inconsistencies and stupid mistakes and tells me when something just falls flat. I would so much rather hear it from her than from my editor or, worst of all, from my readers. I’m so blessed to know her!

Aside from writing, what takes up most of your time?

I’m addicted to cross-stitch and quilting. I have just a ton of projects yet to be done because I want to do everything. That’s one of the reasons I have enjoyed working on this series so much. I can relate to the ladies in the Annie’s Attic Mysteries who love to make beautiful things by hand.

What advice would you give to an unpublished writer?

I suppose there are writing prodigies out there, people who can just sit down and write perfection from word one, but I’ve never met anyone like that. The only way I know to succeed in writing is to write. And write. And write. And read a lot. And write more. I’ve heard it said that it takes about ten thousand hours to really master the craft of writing. Shortcuts don’t work. Put in your time. There’s really no other way to end up with a product that will make you proud.

But while you’re putting in your time, don’t get discouraged. Really learning to write is a long, arduous process. It’s usually a thankless job. Lots of people say they want to write. Very few stick with it long enough to actually become writers. Writing is a lonely business. It can be a very discouraging one. But if it’s something God has called you to do, there is nothing else as satisfying. Stay the course. Learn your craft. Write the book that’s on your heart. God will use it where He sees fit.

Website: http://www.deannajuliedodson.com

Blog: http://www.deannajuliedodson.com/blog/

Purchase Letters in the Attic: http://www.anniesmysteries.com

Sounds great, DeAnna!

Book Review-Author Roxanne Rustand's Final Exposure

2010-09-23T11:50:00.000-05:00

Final Exposure by Roxanne Rustand

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I just finished Roxanne Rustand's Final Exposure, a Love Inspired Suspense novel. I loved her characters. It's the classic story of a wounded hero, a caring heroine and a little boy lost. Oh, and toss in a big white puppy! On the other side of the coin, a mystery from the past and red herrings abound in this story of romantic suspense that will keep you reading and pay off with a big surprise at the end!

Roxanne's Website is www.RoxanneRustand.com and on the lower right you can see her All Creatures blog.
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First Page-Shelter of Hope by Author Lyn Cote!

2010-09-22T04:26:00.000-05:00

Today's first page is from my own September release, Shelter of Hope.

Out of the clear blue August morning, danger barreled onto New Friends Street--without warning. Glancing over his shoulder, Marc Chambers saw the cement truck take the corner a little fast. At the same moment, he glimpsed a boy running toward the street. Not looking.

Stop!

The cement truck brakes squealed like a trapped animal. Marc raced for the kid. Scooped him up. The wheels of the cement just feet away jumped, skipped—trying to stop in time.

People were screaming. Marc wrapped himself around the small body. Threw himself into a roll…

I can't stop in time. The horrible wrenching sound of metal chewing into metal churned through his flesh like the grinding of some vicious machine. His heart pounded in his ears--

"Marc," a familiar voice came through the din in Marc's head. "Marc, it's all right. You and the boy are safe. The truck missed you both."

Marc blinked. His mind repeated his grandmother's words, tried to grasp them and hold them. What had just happened to him?

---So did that catch your interest?