Spotlight & Excerpt: This Freedom Journey by Misty M. Beller

Get your fan’s ready! I have a special treat for you today! Misty M. Beller is sharing an excerpt from her new novella “This Freedom Journey”.  This wonderful story is currently part of the Timeless Love Collection.

This collection of 7 stories through the ages is available for pre-order for only .99c from March 21st to June 19th when the ebook releases. All proceeds go to the Live Strong Foundation

To learn more about the collection, be sure to see my cover reveal post (click here)

About the Author:

MistyMBellerMisty M. Beller writes romantic mountain stories, set on the 1800s frontier and woven with the truth of God’s love. For a limited time, you can get her bestselling novel, The Lady and the Mountain Man, FREE here: http://bit.ly/2gvrW1a

She was raised on a farm in South Carolina, so her Southern roots run deep. Growing up, her family was close, and they continue to keep that priority today. Her husband and daughters now add another dimension to her life, keeping her both grounded and crazy.

God has placed a desire in Misty’s heart to combine her love for Christian fiction and the simpler ranch life, writing historical novels that display God’s abundant love through the twists and turns in the lives of her characters.

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Excerpt:

The door opened and Mary stepped in, only her blue eyes and red cheeks showing between her scarf and hood. Her gaze swept to him as she entered the room, and her eyes widened. She pulled the scarf down to uncover her mouth. “What are you doing?”

He probably looked like he was climbing the wall, stretching up on his toes to keep the cord in place. “Can you hold this in place while I go outside and feed it through the opening above?” She likely wouldn’t be tall enough to reach the rope outside, so he’d need to do that part.

She shuffled forward, removing her gloves as she walked. “All right. As soon as I take these snowshoes off.”

She removed the frames in quicker time than he ever could, then slipped off her scarf and coat before stepping up behind him. “What do I do?”

“Hold this rope so I can reach it on the outside.” He shifted over so she could take his spot.

She moved in close—very close—to reach the rope. He held his breath, but it didn’t keep away the heady sense of her nearness. The touch of the wild that clung to her.

Her fingers brushed his hand as she took the cord. “I have it.” Her murmur sent a caress of warmth against his cheek.

He stepped off the hearth, more to still the rush of reaction roiling inside him than anything. And when he made it outside, the blast of icy air was just what he needed to cool his inner turmoil.

Good thing he hadn’t waited to hang this partition. A little separation from that woman might keep him from something he would regret. Did she feel the same way? How could she, still grieving the loss of her husband and babe?

Yet there were moments that he sensed something within her. A softening. Maybe even attraction.

But he couldn’t push her. If she wanted anything more than someone to help endure the winter, she’d have to take the next step. But who was he fooling? She’d made it clear, she didn’t even want that much.

Around the side of the cabin, he could see the rope protruding between the logs. Thankfully, the snow had drifted high against the wall, lifting him up enough that he could feed the cord back through the higher crack.

He worked a length of rope through, then called through the wall. “Can you reach the end now?”

“I have it.” Not even the logs between them could muffle the clear determination in her voice. Mary Standish wouldn’t be deterred once she set her mind to something.

He tromped back to the door, then stepped in.

Mary still stood on the hearth, but didn’t have to stretch nearly as far up, for she’d altered the set-up a bit. She’d turned the iron pot upside down on the hearth and now stood on it. Not a sturdy base when she stretched upward at an angle.

He strode forward, hands extended to catch her should the entire arrangement topple. “I can take it now.”

“I’m assuming you want this tied.” She started to knot the rope around the log.

“Yes, but I can do it. That pot will slide out from under you.” He touched her back to steady her.

Just in time, apparently, because her platform slid a bit, and she jerked.

He planted a foot beside the pot to keep it from moving farther and shifted his hands to grip her sides. “Really, Mary. I’ll do it. Just get down.” If she was hurt in this little project, he’d never forgive himself.

“There. All done.” She shifted again as she released the rope.

He had no idea if she could tie a knot that would hold, but he could fix that later, if necessary.

She turned and placed a hand on his shoulder while she peered down to place her feet. No sense in that though. He lifted her the same way he helped his mother down from a carriage.

Except she was nothing like his mother.

Mary gripped both of his shoulders, her blue eyes widening and her mouth forming a soft O as he lowered her. Such a beauty, this woman. Her heart-shaped face with its features perfectly proportioned. Those lips, slightly chapped by the wind. They suited her perfectly. A little roughed-up by the elements, but soft on the inside. And very much in need of kissing.

A stillness settled in the room, pulling his gaze up to her eyes.

They locked on his, a little wildness in them, as though she could read his thoughts. He shouldn’t have even been thinking about kissing her. Not after he’d just told himself outside he needed to give her time.

He swallowed, working to gather some moisture in his mouth to apologize. The last thing he wanted was to frighten her.

But then her gaze dipped to his mouth, throwing another log on the blaze he’d been trying to quiet within him. Fire and ice. He wanted more than anything to lower his mouth to hers. But he couldn’t. She had to take the first step.

As if she could read his mind, she reached up and raised her mouth to his.

Sweet honeysuckle and pepper. He’d been wrong about her kiss. She was softness, yes, but with fire infused in her touch. A fire that fed the flame inside him.

 

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StepheniaHMcGee&Timeless Spotlight & Excerpt: The Heart of Home by Stephenia H. McGee

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Spotlight & Excerpt: The Heart of Home by Stephenia H. McGee

I have a special treat for you today! Stephenia McGee is sharing an excerpt from her new novella “The Heart of Home”.  This delightful story is currently part of the Timeless Love Collection.

This collection of 7 stories through the ages is available for pre-order for only .99c from March 21st to June 19th when the ebook releases. All proceeds go to the Live Strong Foundation

To learn more about the collection, be sure to see my cover reveal post (click here)

About the Author:

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Stephenia H. McGee is a wife, mother of two very active little boys, author, and lover of all things historical. Stephenia currently lives in Mississippi with her husband and sons where she writes stories of faith, redemption and life steeped in the South

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Excerpt:

The dog looked up at him and whimpered, and then scampered forward, looking over its shoulder. Tristan gave a nod. He would come. Perhaps his body had been taken down by the river after all. The dog merely guided him home, to the place where he would see them all once more.

He tried to swallow, his throat dry despite all the water he’d swallowed. He placed one foot in front of the other, feeling far too wearisome to be free of the confines of flesh. But then, what would he know of such things? Perhaps this was just the way of it. The house grew larger upon his approach, beckoning him to the quiet rest that would rid him of this troubled world.

He took the steps gingerly, reverently putting his hand on the column. The windows didn’t look like he remembered them, and the river snaking through the rear yard wasn’t true, but he wouldn’t begrudge the changes in the vision. At least he had been granted a glimpse of home before his soul gave up its confinement. It was a far sight better than the churning waters of the Mississippi.

He sank onto the porch, and the dog settled by his side, snout resting on its paws. Tristan laid back, the faint sound of the door opening bringing peace. They would take him now, and he would drift away to where the streets were golden and pain did not rule. He’d lost sight of God during the swarms of battle, but as peace settled on his spirit, he knew God had not forgotten him.

Closing his eyes, Tristan waited for the bright light. Forgive me for forgetting you, and remember me instead as the boy who once trusted you with his heart.

“Who are you?”

The voice was smooth and soft, yet held more bite than an angel’s should have.

“Naught but a weary soldier ready to go home.”

A rustling of fabric and then the voice came closer. “Best you get on about that, then.”

Exhaustion pulled at him, tugging him toward the comforts of oblivion. He nodded, the pulse in his head beating a steady rhythm with his somnolent heart. He was trying to get on with it. Couldn’t the angel see that?

The sweet scent of honey tickled his nose and he sighed. Heaven would be a blessed reprieve from the fetid assault scores of wounded and unwashed men had waged on his senses.

The disgruntled voice softened and neared. “Um, are you all right, sir?”

He fought back a surge of irritation. Of course he wasn’t all right. Was a dying man supposed to be? “Will be, soon as this is done.”

“As soon as what’s done?”

Tristan cracked an eye to examine the angel standing over him. Hair the color of warm coffee piled on top of her head, she stared at him with wide brown eyes from an oval face. He smiled. Just as beautiful as a heavenly creature should be. She leaned near and placed a cool hand on his brow, making a tsking sound as her fingers slid into what must be the matted mess of blood tangled in his hairline.

Pain spiked and he snagged her wrist, startled to find it all too solid in his grasp. His eyes flew wide. The woman should have struggled to get away, but she remained still, looking down at him with guarded eyes.

“Sir, you need tending.”

Tristan swallowed, trying to get his foggy thoughts to focus. Was he dreaming? Or perhaps he was actually drowning in the river and his mind merely conjured a more pleasant place to pass. He released her hand. “Just let me be.”

Scowling, she leaned closer. “You are on my porch.”

Tristan groaned, the throbbing in his head trying to convince him this was not the quiet escape back to Willowby he’d yearned for.

“Sir?” She shook his shoulder, sending another wave of pain through his head.

He released a low groan and closed his eyes. “Just let me be, woman, I beg of you.”

She scoffed. “I cannot. You are a drenched and delirious soldier still clothed in his grays and lying on my porch in a most pitiful state. I simply cannot let you be.”

Anger stirred in his chest, pushing out some of the cold from his veins. The dog at his side moved closer, its warm body suddenly reminding him he was oddly cold.

The woman tugged on his arm. “Come. I will take you in the house.”

Tristan opened his eyes once more, the waning light casting her features in an amber glow. Even still, he could see a mixture of trepidation and worry scattered across her face.

“No, thank you.”

“No?” Those flashing eyes grew wider.

He rolled to his side, and tried to find the numbing fog once more. Blackness crept in on his vision and he closed his eyes, longing to surrender to it. “Please, may I just die on your porch?”

The woman made a startled noise, and then everything faded into the abyss.

 

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IMG_0325 Spotlight & Exerpt: Teach Me to Love by Kari Trumbo

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Spotlight & Excerpt: Teach Me to Love by Kari Trumbo

Welcome reader friends, I have a special treat for you today! Kari Trumbo is sharing an excerpt from her new novella “Teach Me To Love”.  This wonderful story is currently part of the Timeless Love Collection.

This collection of 7 stories through the ages is available for pre-order for only .99c from March 21st to June 19th when the ebook releases. All proceeds go to the Live Strong Foundation

To learn more about the collection, be sure to see my cover reveal post (click here)

About the Author:

KariTrumboI am an author of Christian Historical Romance novels. My first series, Western Vows is comprised of a prequel Forsaking All Others, then To Honor and Cherish, For Richer or Poorer, and To Love and Comfort. The settings are Kansas and northern Minnesota/Canadian border. If you are a lover of historical romance, especially clean historical romance, please follow mynewsletter to be updated on what’s coming!

Kari Trumbo is one of four authors in the best-selling Cutter’s Creek series. She writes Christian Historical Romance and is a stay-at-home mom to four vibrant children. When she isn’t writing, or editing, she home schools her children and pretends to keep up with them. Kari loves reading, listening to contemporary Christian music, singing when no one’s listening, and curling up near the wood stove when winter hits. She makes her home in central Minnesota with her husband of almost twenty years, two daughters, two sons, three cats, and one hungry wood stove.

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Excerpt:

“You a teacher, then?” He ground out the words. How he disliked teachers, but this one seemed pretty harmless.

She hesitated. Her voice so quiet he had to strain to hear. “No, sir.”

“But, didn’t you say you were from the Normal School?” Why couldn’t the woman just answer and be done with it?

“I was, but I didn’t finish. I was married instead.”

He held his breath for a moment and waited until she looked back up at him. “If you’re married, where’s your husband?”

Her soft blue eyes turned hard, and cold, the little golden flecks at their center like fire from within. “I hope he’s in hell,” she whispered, her shoulders shuddered as she looked away.

The heat of shame crept up her neck and he got the distinct feeling that she was unused to speaking her mind. Which was so very different from every teacher he’d ever known. She didn’t say more.

“The house is just up yonder. Lula and Barton live on their own place, but he leaves her at the house every day, so that’s where she’ll be.”

“Thank you, sir. You’ve been most kind.”

No, he hadn’t. He wasn’t fool enough to believe such nonsense and he had to clench his teeth from correcting her. While her dander had been up when he’d mentioned her Mr., she was generally fairly placid, and something about that bothered him. A woman wasn’t supposed to be. She was supposed to smile and bring warmth, noise, bring a man to smile even if he didn’t want to. This woman seemed to have forgotten how and deep inside, he couldn’t shake the question, why.

“I’ll take your horse to the barn and bring your saddle bag back up later.” He pulled to a stop and dismounted, flipping the rein over the saddle horn. Talon wouldn’t move anyway. He stepped around Mrs. Lawson’s horse, just as Mrs. Lawson raised up to dismount. She’d been riding astride and he’d just noticed her booted feet sticking out from her skirts as her eyes rolled back in her head and her body went limp. He groped for her waist and tugged her down towards him, so she didn’t fall under the horse’s hooves. Fool woman. Felt like she weighed less than a sack of oats. Why did women have to be so tiny? They never seemed to tire of telling men to eat, couldn’t they take a minute to listen to their own advice?

 

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Did you miss the excerpt from Bookishly Ever After?  Don’t worry, I’ve included a quick link below so you can find it!

img_0321 Spotlight & Excerpt: Bookishly Ever After by Sarah Monzon

Spotlight & Excerpt: Bookishly Ever After by Sarah Monzon

I have a special treat for you today! Sarah Monzon is sharing an excerpt from her new novella “Bookishly Ever After”.  This fun story is currently part of the Timeless Love Collection.

This collection of 7 stories through the ages is available for pre-order for only .99c from March 21st to June 19th when the ebook releases. All proceeds go to the Live Strong Foundation

To learn more about the collection, be sure to see my cover reveal post (click here)

About the Author:

SarahSarah Monzon is a Navy chaplain’s wife and a stay at home mom to the two cutest littles in the world. Playing pretend all day with them isn’t enough, she spends the evenings after their heads hit the pillow to create her own imaginary characters. When she isn’t in the world of make believe, she can be found in the pine forests of western Washington taking care of her family, fostering friendships, and enjoying all the adventures each day brings.

Her debut novel, The Isaac Project, skyrocketed to Amazon bestseller status while her Sophomore book,Finders Keepers, has finaled in contests such as the Inspy Awards and received a 4 star review from Romantic Times.

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Excerpt:

He turned to me, his shoulder sinking into the plush back of my microfiber couch. “Why don’t we shake things up tonight? I’ll call some friends, and we can do one of the tours around the city.” He eyed the small pond of M&M’s I cradled in my hand. “We could even do the chocolate tour.”

I pointed to my shirt again. “Sorry. I’m booked.”

“It’s one night, Emory. You can come out for one night. Your books will still be here waiting for you when you get back.”

A group of people I didn’t know touring around a crowded city. I’d have to make small talk. I didn’t do small talk. Not because I found it superficial. I just…couldn’t. Literally. People asked me a question. I answered. Was it my fault the answer only consisted of one word? But then the conversational ball was in my court. Let the awkward silence ensue as I mentally scrounged for another topic. It was painful.

“I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer.”

Tate’s face kind of did a little convulsing thing. The muscle along his cheek twitched, and his eyes spasmed. He licked his lips. Swallowed. Looked away. Looked back.

I should have become suspicious when the confidence returned to his demeanor. When he raised that blasted brow above his right eye in challenge. “I bet you can’t do it.”

“Excuse me?”

“I bet you can’t do it. You read all these great stories about heroes and heroines who do all sorts of things while you’re safely tucked inside your apartment. You live vicariously through them, but that’s not living, Em. You envision yourself as the characters you read, relating to them on different levels, maybe even sometimes wishing you were more like them.”

The defense on my tongue felt flat, unbelievable even to me.

“I bet you can’t take yourself down from this literary tower you’ve built around yourself and actually do the things your characters do. Experience life. Experience the people around you.”

My gaze snagged on The Huntress, and I grabbed it, thrust it between us as my evidence. “Of course I can’t do the things these characters do. I’m not a bounty hunter, and I don’t plan to have guns shoved in my face.” And the trigger pulled? Man I needed to get back to the scene to see if Amelia was shot or if she’d somehow disarmed the perp.

Tate settled back, the seam of his shirtsleeve riding up over the curve of his tricep as he pinched the book between us and returned it to the table. “That isn’t the only book you’re reading.” Not a question. He knew me too well. Probably knew about the novel in my purse that I read on the bus during my commute to and from work and the one on my nightstand that I read right before bed.

Fine. “You think you’re so smart, but you didn’t bet me anything. You issued a dare. And I’m not twelve.” Although the annoying desire to prove him wrong pooled in my chest. Blast. Well, if he wanted to challenge me, needle me, try to psychoanalyze me to the point he thought he knew me better than I knew myself, I could play that game too. “A bet is when two people put something on the table.”

He leaned forward, victory already in his eyes. “I’m not the one hiding.”

Neither was I. Reading wasn’t a hiding place, it was an escape. A place to decompress, to wrestle with issues in real life, a means to cope. But he was wrong on another thing. He was hiding. “I bet you can’t send out a demo tape.” For as long as I’d known him, he’d done open mic, karaoke, and live performances in restaurants. Never once had he ever sent a demo to an agent or recording studio.

His confidence drained out of him like I’d pulled the plug, but then just as quickly he thrust out his hand. “Deal. Each week you’ll tell me what book your reading and something about it. Setting or the character’s occupation or an adventure they went on, and I’ll set something up for the weekend. For every outing, I’ll let you pick the studio or agent to send a demo to. Deal?”

I placed my hand in his, and we shook.

If only I’d known what I was getting myself into.

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A Rock Creek Christmas Collection by: Linda Brooks Davis

A Rock Creek Christmas” Newly released in a companion collection! Two novellas in one: A Christmas to Remember and A Christmas Measure of Love. In the 1908 novella, A Christmas to Remember, readers peek into Ella’s and Andrew’s life in their cottage on the banks of Rock Creek. Three years into their marriage, Ella’s life is about to be transformed … again.

In the 1910 novella, A Christmas Measure of Love, Lily returns to life along Rock Creek for her first Christmas as a grown woman. But she’s in for a Yuletide surprise she hasn’t reckoned on.

Don’t miss the book that started it all!

The Calling of Ella McFarland

TheCallingofEllaElla McFarland’s dream is a teaching position at Worthington School for Girls. But scandal clouds her family name and may limit her to a life of grueling farm labor in the Indian Territory. Her fate lies in the hands of the Worthington board, and there happens to be one strikingly handsome man with a vote. Will they overlook the illegitimate son recently borne by her sister, Viola?

1905 brings hope of Oklahoma statehood and the woman’s suffrage debate is raging, forcing Ella to make decisions about her faith, family, and aspirations. When she comes to the rescue of a young, abused sharecropper’s daughter, her calling begins to take shape in ways she never imagined. Education is Ella’s passion, but a new love is budding in her heart. Can she find God’s will amidst the tumultuous storm that surrounds her?

A story of family and faith in 1905 Indian Territory prior to Oklahoma statehood, a time when women’s voices were silenced in public and often stifled at home.

About the Author:

LindaBrooksDavis  Reared on a farm in South Texas, Linda earned Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees from Abilene Christian University and Houston Baptist University. She devoted 40 years to students with special needs and reared a daughter and son who are now veterinarians practicing together.

Linda was introduced to the world of publishing in 2007 by winning an essay contest that resulted in the Christian Writers Guild’s Writing for the Soul Conference. Subsequently, Gospel Publishing House featured her article “The Choice” in their quarterly publication, LIVE. The article revealed the agonizing choice physicians presented her daughter in her at-risk triplet pregnancy. Linda published articles in two other collections of stories about God’s grace.

THE CALLING OF ELLA MCFARLAND, a romantic historical written from a Christian worldview, was the winning entry in the 2014 Jerry Jenkins Operation First Novel contest and won ACFW’s 2016 Carol Award.

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 A Rock Creek Christmas Collection (2 Novellas in 1)

Book Spotlight: Season of Hope & Season of Deception by Sara Jane Jacobs

If you are looking for a new Christian Contemporary series to read, you may like to check out Seasons book 1 & 2 by Sara Jane Jacobs. I have not yet read this series, but it does sound interesting.

Season of Hope (The Seasons #1)

SeasonOfHopeWhen Amanda Jarvis prays that a special friend will move into the vacant house near her isolated mountain home, she isn’t upset when God sends a boy instead of a girl. But Amanda’s not the only one receiving unexpected answers to her prayers. After fleeing with his mother from an abusive father, Tyler Armstrong finds much-needed love and acceptance with Amanda’s family over the next ten years.

As high school graduation nears, Tyler is shocked when one carefree afternoon with Amanda churns up an inner turmoil he would have never imagined; he’s crushing on his best friend. And for the first time in his life he’s hiding a secret from Amanda. Convinced the timing is all wrong, Tyler pushes his feelings aside as he and Amanda prepare for the future. He will soon begin training to pursue his dream of becoming a Navy Seal, while Amanda makes plans to spend the summer in Manhattan with her aunt and then return home to the community college.

When Amanda’s summer job catapults her into a modeling career, she readily accepts the much-needed distraction. Tyler’s impending deployment is turning her world upside down. Along with the fact that she’s falling for her best friend. And, for the first time in her relationship with Tyler, she’s hiding a secret, too.

Phoebe Garrison, Amanda’s controlling aunt, is thrilled when she is given the power to act on behalf of her underage niece. Bored with her Fortune 500 advertising agency, becoming Amanda’s manager is just what she’s been looking for to rekindle her aspirations. But as Tyler becomes aware of Phoebe’s obsession to push Amanda into supermodel status, tensions rise. As the three of them become entangled in a mass of concealed ambition and desire, each will make decisions that will send ripples of turbulence across their futures.

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Season of Deception (The Seasons #2)

SeasonOfDeceptionPhoebe Garrison will stop at nothing to steer her niece, Amanda Jarvis, away from the newly discovered affections of her childhood friend, Tyler Armstrong, His Navy SEAL career path is a far cry from the high-society lifestyle Phoebe envisions for Amanda. And when billionaire J.E. Bridwell tries to protect Amanda from her aunt’s controlling nature, Phoebe doesn’t miss the opportunity to use his interference to her advantage. She comes up with a plan that is sure to break Amanda’s devotion to Tyler, sending her right into a future with one of the world’s wealthiest bachelors and giving Amanda the kind of life Phoebe feels that she deserves.

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About the Author:

SarahJaneJacobsI began writing as a hobby while raising my two children. In 2015, I dusted off my stories and my dreams to see if I could turn my hobby into a career. My first story, Season of Hope, was inspired by summer vacations which always included a trip to Franklin, North Carolina, to visit family and explore The Smoky Mountains. When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time with family and most anything that involves

being outdoors, especially camping and hiking. I currently live along the Emerald Coast of Florida and never complain about the hot, humid summers, because that’s exactly how I like them!      

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Book Spotlight – God’s Daughter by: Heather Day Gilbert

Celebrate #LeifEriksonDay the month of October with a #FREE, highly-acclaimed historical novel that has Leif in it! GOD’S DAUGHTER is free for a limited time!#Vikings

“The life of Vikings in North America is energetically described, and the entire cast of characters feel fresh and vivid, including Leif Ericson and Gudrid’s father-in-law Eric the Red… a remarkably assured tale, well-recommended.” ~ Historical Novel Society Reviews, May 2014

 

God's Daughter

One Viking woman. One God. One legendary journey to the New World.

In the tenth century, when pagan holy women rule the Viking lands, Gudrid turns her back on her training as a seeress to embrace Christianity. Clinging to her faith, she joins her husband, Finn, on a voyage to North America.

But even as Gudrid faces down murderous crewmen, raging sickness, and hostile natives, she realizes her greatest enemy is herself–and the secrets she hides might just tear her marriage apart.

Almost five centuries before Columbus, Viking women sailed to North America with their husbands. God’s Daughter, Book One in the Vikings of the New World Saga, offers an expansive yet intimate look into the world of Gudrid Thorbjarnardottir–daughter-in-law of Eirik the Red, and the first documented European woman to have a child in North America.

This novel is based heavily on the Icelandic Sagas.

About the Author:

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HEATHER DAY GILBERT, a Grace Award winner and bestselling author, writes novels that capture life in all its messy, bittersweet, hope-filled glory. Born and raised in the West Virginia mountains, generational story-telling runs in her blood. Heather writes Viking historicals and Appalachian mystery/suspense. Publisher’s Weekly gave Heather’s Viking historical Forest Child a starred review, saying it is “an engaging story depicting timeless human struggles with faith, love, loyalty, and leadership.” Find out more on heatherdaygilbert.com.

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Book Spotlight & Excerpt: The Case of the Clobbered Cad

Today, I’m spotlighting a newly released book “The Case of the Clobbered Cad” by Debra E. Marvin. This cozy mystery set in 1956 Edinburgh, Scotland is sure to keep you on your toes. Get cozy and enjoy reading about the book, you won’t want to miss the exclusive  excerpt. Be sure to come back in October, when I will be on tour with Singing Librarian and sharing my full review with you.

TheCaseOfTheClobberedCadInspired by the famous Girl Detective, the members of the Olentangy Heights Girls’ Detective Society, affectionately known as the Nosy Parkers, spent their formative years studying criminology, codes, and capers. Unfortunately, opportunities to put their unique skills to work were thin on the ground in the post-war boom of their little corner of suburbia and they eventually grew up to pursue more sensible careers. Until…

Heather Munro’s youthful devotion to The Girl Detective led to a passion for digging around in history. Now pursuing her Master’s Degree in Celtic Studies, Heather must balance exploring Edinburgh with her determination to excel in her all–male classes at the University. Unfortunately, on her first night working in the Archives room, she discovers the dead body of a visiting professor, the same would-be lothario she’d hoped never to see again.

As clues come to light, it’s clear someone hopes to frame Heather for the murder. Besides her quirky landlady, whom can she trust? How can she clear her name? The police and the American Consul have plenty of suspects, but only two seem to have both motive and opportunity: Heather and the quiet Scottish historian she longs to trust.

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 Excerpt:

Tuesday morning crept in on foggy feet.

Heather paused in Mrs. K’s front doorway, poking through the coins in her change purse, hoping she had the right amount for the bus. As she reached behind her for the doorknob, a movement caught her eye. At the end of the short walkway, past the gate, two men in dark overcoats stood next to a black limousine—the largest car she’d seen since arriving.

Being alone in the house or walking alone to the bus had never bothered her before because she was careful. And she stayed out of trouble, murder inquiries not withstanding. At that moment, every instinct screamed that those men were up to no good. Forcing herself to stay calm, she stepped back inside and shut the door, even though slamming it was her preference. With the locks fixed, she peered out the sidelight window, hoping they’d left. No such luck. They were watching her.
No, not just watching. One of them opened the gate on their way to the house. The flesh along Heather’s spine tingled. Mrs. Kintyre had gone for a cuppa with her friend on the next street. In the Hitchcock movies, the heroine would scream. But Heather was just a history major having a bad week, and there was no one around to hear her.

She’d had enough drama for the week, thank-you-very-much, and, full of empty bravado, swung the door wide. “Who are you?”

 

About the Author:

DebraMarvinDebra E. Marvin tries not to run too far from real life but the imagination born out of being an only child has a powerful draw. Besides, the voices in her head tend to agree with all the sensible things she says. She’d like to live a wee bit closer to her grandchildren, but is thankful that God is in control, that He chooses to bless us despite ourselves and that He has a sense of humor.

Other than writing light-hearted romances and gritty gothics, she has rather normal obsessions such as fabric, peanut butter, vacations, British dramas, and whatever mystery series she’s currently stuck on.

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 The Case of the Clobbered Cad (A Nosy Parkers Mystery)