Release Day & Giveaway: An Hour Unspent

When Big Ben Joined the Skyline

When the design for A Name Unknown, book 1 in the Shadows Over England Series, was shown to me and I saw the spine for the first time, I was so excited to see the series logo they’d come up with. Big Ben’s clock tower.

shaouraav-shreshtha-428492-unsplashBig Ben says London. Which is what the designers were no doubt trying to invoke, as my family of thieves are firmly Londoners. But for me, it was more than that. Because in the third book of the series, An Hour Unspent, that iconic clock actually plays a role in the story.

For starters, a bit of naming. Most of us think of “Big Ben” as the clock, but it’s technically not. Big Ben is actually the bell. The clock is the Great Westminster Clock, though over the years the name Big Ben has come to be associated with the entire structure. So now that we’ve got that straight… 😉

The clock tower was designed by Augustus Pugin and completed in 1859. Pugin was an architect, one who is most remembered for redesigning the interior of Westminster Palace and the tower in question, which has become one of the most iconic symbols of England. Though he also designed the face of the clock, the mechanics of the thing he wisely handed over to someone else.

palace-of-westminster-1659289_1920But interestingly, the movement–the gears and weights that make a clockwork, and in this case, work with amazing reliability–was actually designed by two amateurs to the field. Edmund Denison, a lawyer, and mathematician George Airy. The construction was the only part undertaken by an actual clockmaker, Edward Dent.

The Great Clock’s inner workings are so precise that a penny sitting on the pendulum is all it takes to make slight alterations to the time. That one little coin will make an adjustment of nearly half a second a day. That doesn’t sound like much, but it allows for small incremental adjustments to keep the clock accurate year after year. The pendulum still has a stack of old coins on it, and the clock is still hand-wound three times a week.

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In my story, I gave the job of upkeep of the Great Clock to my heroine’s father, a clockmaker. This part is purely fictional, of course, but it would have been considered a great honor to be tasked with such a responsibility, and in my story that’s the proof of Cecil Manning’s proficiency in his trade, even though he’s by no means made himself rich.

That honor goes to another historical figure that my fictional Manning claims as a friend, who revolutionized the timekeeping world. But you’ll have to check out An Hour Unspent: Companion Guide to learn more about that…

An Hour UnspentAbout the Book

With Danger Creeping Ever Closer,
Do Their Dreams Still Matter?

Once London’s top thief, Barclay Pearce has turned his back on his life of crime and now uses his skills for a nation at war. But not until he rescues a clockmaker’s daughter from a mugging does he begin to wonder what his future might hold.

Evelina Manning has constantly fought for independence but she certainly never meant for it to inspire her fiancé to end the engagement and enlist in the army. When the intriguing man who saved her returns to the Manning residence to study clockwork repair with her father, she can’t help being interested. But she soon learns that nothing with Barclay Pearce is as simple as it seems.

As 1915 England plunges ever deeper into war, the work of an ingenious clockmaker may give England an unbeatable military edge—and Germany realizes it as well. Evelina’s father soon finds his whole family in danger—and it may just take a reformed thief to steal the time they need to escape it.

Series: Shadows Over England (Book 3)
Paperback: 416 pages
Publisher: Bethany House Publishers (September 4, 2018)
ISBN-13: 978-0764219283

About the Author

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Roseanna M. White is a bestselling, Christy Award-nominated author who has long claimed that words are the air she breathes. When not writing fiction, she’s homeschooling her two kids, editing, designing book covers, and pretending her house will clean itself. Roseanna is the author of a slew of historical novels that span several continents and thousands of years. Spies and war and mayhem always seem to find their way into her books…to offset her real life, which is blessedly ordinary. You can learn more about her and her stories at www.RoseannaMWhite.com.

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Book Spotlight – Magnolia Summer (Southern​ Seasons #1) by Melanie Dickerson

Melanie Dickerson is releasing a brand new series! A Southern Historical that is sure to be filled with charm and sass! This Historical Christian Romance is a little different from her Medieval Fairy Tales, but I am positive that fans of Melanie’s writing style will not be disappointed with this exciting new story! Magnolia Summer is scheduled for release to both print and e-copy early September 2018 and I am looking forward to reading it!

A note from Melanie Dickerson:

This is a story that I originally wrote over 10 years ago before any of my books had been accepted by a publisher. This one is a tad bit controversial, perhaps, and Southern historicals aren’t as popular as Amish romance, but whatever the reason, no publisher jumped at it. So when the Healer’s Apprentice was published, I focused on my Medieval fairy tales and put this story aside. But I never stopped thinking about it and the sequel, which was always rolling around in my head. In fact, I always hoped to write at least three books in this series. I hoped and planned to get it published someday, and I finally managed to eek out the time to revise and edit it and get it ready, and not I’m bringing it to you! My very first self-published book!

And now you might be wanting to know what the story is about! I always thought of it as my “Zoro story.” A hero who disguises himself and fights against the tyranny of an evil sheriff.

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The Official Summary:

MagnoliaSummerFrom New York Times Bestselling author Melanie Dickerson comes a story of love, heroism, and secrets so dangerous they could change this sleepy Southern town forever.

Truett’s hometown needed a doctor, so after finishing medical school, he returned to Bethel Springs. Fighting a secret war with a corrupt lawman wasn’t in his plans, but Sheriff Suggs thinks he’s above the law and can lynch anyone who crosses him. When Suggs threatens his childhood friend, Truett dons a cape and hood and rescues him—placing “the Hooded Horseman” in Sheriff Suggs’s crosshairs.

Celia Wilcox arrives in Bethel Springs, Alabama, in June of 1880. She’s come from Nashville to help her sister care for their younger siblings. She hopes only to be on the small farm for the summer, just until her mother recovers from the shock of Celia’s father’s death. She must return to Nashville to fulfill her dream of opening her own dress shop, especially now, to provide for her family.

The lovely Celia catches Truett’s eye, and he finds himself wanting to impress her. But she flatly refuses to flirt with him or to fall for his—if he does say so himself—considerable charm.

Celia’s growing attraction to the young Dr. Beverly terrifies her, and even if she could marry him, which she cannot, what will happen when Sheriff Suggs discovers Truett is the Hooded Horseman? Will Celia be able to prevent the sheriff from carrying out one last lynching?

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About the Author:

MelanieDickerson  Melanie Dickerson is the New York Times bestselling author whose two favorite time periods are Medieval, which she has combined with her love of fairy tales, and Regency England, which stems from her love of Jane Austen. She is a 2-time Christy Award finalist, a 2-time Maggie Award winner, winner of The National Reader’s Choice Award for 2010’s Best First Book, and winner of the 2012 Carol Award in Young Adult fiction. She earned her bachelor’s degree in special education from The University of Alabama and has taught children with special needs in Georgia and Tennessee, and English to adults in Germany and Ukraine. Now she spends her time writing, hanging out on facebook, and being with her husband, two daughters, and two guinea pigs near Huntsville, Alabama.

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The Last Summer by Brandy Bruce -Giveaway Tour with Singing Librarian Books

Synopsis:

TheLastSummerFor twenty-something Sara Witherspoon and her group of friends, a perfect Southern summer includes lake-house getaways, wedding planning, outdoor concerts, and a dash of romance. But for these seven friends who love each other like family, this year, summer rolls in with changes for everyone.

Sara’s longtime crush, Luke, has been her best friend for as long as she has been a part of the group. When Luke begins seriously dating another of their friends, Sara’s forced to deal with her hurt and jealousy, while outwardly try to support them both.

While Sara comes to terms with her own heart and her friends’ relationships, an unexpected handsome pilot from North Carolina and an old flame are thrown into the mix. Knowing her heart suddenly becomes much more complicated.

But as time unfolds and friendships begin to unravel, Sara and the others are presented with the reality of what a season of change does to old friendships and new love interests.

Does growing older mean growing apart?

   The Last Summer

About the Author:

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Brandy Bruce is a mom, a wife, a book editor, an author, and someone who really loves dessert. She’s the author of the award-winning novel The Last Summer, Looks Like Love, and The Romano Family Collection. Brandy, her husband, and their children make their home in Colorado.

 

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10 Behind-the-Scenes Facts

about The Last Summer’s Texas Setting

  1. The museum’s Pink-Floyd-laser-light-show date that Sara goes on was inspired by one of my first dates with my husband! He planned the whole date and we went to the Spaghetti Warehouse (which was also a place my parents went to when they were dating) and then the laser light show at the very same museum. Best. Date. Ever.
  2. Bodegas, the restaurant near the museum where Sara and her friend Wendy like to eat, is a real restaurant very near the Houston Museum of Natural Science.
  3. I wrote the scene about the gas station barbeque because there’s truly a gas station in Texas that serves amazing barbeque. (There are probably hundreds actually!) The food in Texas can’t be beat.
  4. Sara and her girlfriends go eat doughnuts at Shipley’s. Shipley’s is my favorite doughnut chain in Texas. I am still devastated that there are no Shipley’s in Colorado. For the longest time, no one I knew in Colorado had ever even heard of kolaches! What in the world. I grew up eating sausage kolaches and chocolate-iced doughnuts at Shipley’s Donuts, and every time I’m in Texas, finding a Shipley’s is a must.
  5. The Lake Shore Woods lake house was inspired by a real lake house out in East Texas. My best friend and I stayed there for a weekend years ago and I remember loving how woodsy and beautiful the area was, and thinking that I was going use that setting in a book too.
  6. Sara goes shopping in The Woodlands at a place called Market Street and it’s an area I love to go to whenever I’m back in town—lots of fun restaurants and shops and a movie theater.
  7. There’s a scene where the gang are all hanging out in Hermann hospital waiting room and one of the characters, Debra, brings in several sacks of Whataburger meals. Which is Texas to a T.
  8. I mention Dickens’ on the Strand at Christmastime in the book. This is a real festival in Galveston, Texas, held in late November/early December. It’s a Charles Dickens-esque Christmas celebration with people in costumes and a parade and carolers and street vendors. My grandmother was the one who first told me about it. She and her best girlfriends loved to go to Dickens’ on the Strand together.
  9. When describing Sara’s parents’ house in the affluent Willow Heights area, I mention the azalea bushes by the back deck. This stemmed from the trail of azaleas in Houston’s River Oaks section. It’s a beautiful area with stately homes and during azalea season, you can drive through and see what they call the trail of azaleas. My dad used to drive us through River Oaks when I was a little girl.
  10. As you can probably tell, I love Texas. I was born in Houston and lived there, then Conroe, Texas, and then Porter—both on the outskirts of the city—until I went away to college in Virginia. All of my extended family still live there and whenever I step off the plane and feel the humidity and heat of Texas—and see all the belt buckles and cowboy hats and T-shirts that say, “Most likely to Secede”—I know I’m home again. The places in the book that I didn’t create, such as the museum district and The Woodlands and San Jacinto, are all real places that I’ve touched and experienced. And from the sweet tea the girls drink to the tomato plants Addison grows, these little details come from real-life in Texas.

 

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They all exchanged looks around the table. I felt like they were having this private conversation and hoped the conclusion would be that they wanted me. Because there was something special about the people at this table. The way they kidded and joked and touched each other and moved like one breathing organism. The way they did seem like a family. Six people connected to each other. I wanted to be the seventh.

“I have a feeling, Sara Witherspoon,” Addison said, tilting her head to the side and studying me as though she could see all the way to my heart, “you belong too.”

I don’t know how she knew, but she did. Like I said, Addison is the leader. She’s the glue. Once she said those words, all tension melted away, and I was included. If Addison said I belonged, I did. She reminded me of Melanie Wilkes in Gone with the Wind. If Mrs. Wilkes was the cool-headed voice of reason that could settle the chaos around her, Addison was that same strong, trusted constant amid these six friends. Her word was law. And from that day forward, the six people around that table at Isabella’s became like six extensions of myself.

We were a circle. Within a month, Jason asked me to go out to dinner with him. Luke hadn’t shown any romantic interest in me, and there was Jason, with that thick, dark hair and playful personality and handful of tattoos on his olive skin—how could I say no? We started dating. A year after that, we

broke up. As much as I truly liked Jason and couldn’t help feeling attracted to him, I hadn’t fallen in love. I couldn’t picture us married and having babies. We were better as friends. I know Jason didn’t agree, but he and I both refused to let our break up damage the circle. Eventually, things between us returned to normal.

During my dating-Jason phase, Sam and Lily got married, which didn’t really change anything since they were already such a unit. I realized early on that Luke and Debra were never an item. I’d mistaken Debra’s warm and friendly demeanor and Luke’s tendency to be protective and kind as the traits

of a dating couple, but those endearing qualities of both of them extended to all of us. My crush on Luke diminished as Jason and I dated and then shifted to ‘just friends.’

Sort of.

And somewhere along the way, painfully, Luke and I became best friends.

 

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   The Last Summer

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Giveaway package includes the following: summer swag (beach towl, flip flops, sunglasses, bookmark, and candy) & winner’s choice of a print or e-copy of the book.

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Blog Hop & Giveaway – An Imperfect Promise by Kari Trumbo

an-imperfect-promiseSeries: Abiding Love
Genre: 
Christian, Historical, Romance
Publisher: Indie
Publication Date: April 27,  2018

Some promises aren’t meant to last a lifetime.

Gini would do just about anything to take care of the eleven orphans in her custody. She’s vowed to never marry, but that oath is pushed to the limits when John moves in next door. The new Nebraska rancher is a tad abrasive but willing to step in when the entire town has given up on her little orphanage. She’s prayed for help for so long, but are God’s plans even bigger than she can conceive?

There are some things a man can’t outrun.

John’s running from the love he left behind in Kansas. On a mission to help his sister, John takes over her ranch, which has seen its share of problems. Day after day, John fights against those trying to seize his land, but a more present danger lurks right next door, the sweet redheaded owner of the orphanage, who’s fast stealing his heart.

As the world closes in on him, John must protect his home from rustlers and his heart from getting trampled, once again. If he can’t, he just might lose them both.

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KariTrumboKari Trumbo is a co-author of the best-selling Cutter’s Creek continuity series as well as her personal series, The Seven Brides of South Dakota. She began her writing journey four years ago and has published over twenty titles through self-publishing. Prior to writing, she was a freelance developmental editor and beta reader.
Kari has a degree in Psychology and home schools her four children. She loves to learn new things and believes life should always be a learning environment. To continue her writing education, she is a part of the national Romance Writers of America and the American Christian Fiction Writers Association along with her local chapter, MN N.I.C.E.

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Author Interview

1. What are the top 5 books currently on your TBR pile?
I am so behind on my reading! Top 5 in no particular order are!
1) Full Steam Ahead by Karen Witemeyer
2) When Tides Turn by Sarah Sundin
3) The Innkeepers Daughter by Michelle Griep
4) Lady Jayne disappears by Joanna Davidson Politano
5) The Pirate Bride by Kathleen Y’Barbo

2. What does your writing process look like?  Specifically, what was it like for An Imperfect Promise?
To anyone looking in from the outside, my process is probably a mess, but this is just how my brain works the best. I always have 3 books going on at once and I juggle them throughout the day. In the morning, I’m doing rewrites before a book gets sent to the editor (and marketing my newest released titles). In the afternoon, I’m working on the edits of the next book I will release. In the evening, I’m writing the next book. It all flows really well. This is a full-time job for me and it’s rare that I don’t put in about 60 hours a week between writing, editing, marketing, and improving my craft.

3. What inspired the idea for An Imperfect Promise?
The whole story started with one man that I felt sorry for. I couldn’t just let him go. Poor John (the hero) was in love with Margot from one of my other series (To Love and Comfort) and he leaves to go help his sister. I was so sorry to see him go, even though he was not a particularly likeable character in the other book, and he’s not in the beginning of this book either. He had to be a grump, he’d just been betrayed. He’s angry and doesn’t trust women.

Then, I had to think of the perfect (imperfect) heroine for him. Someone who had also been hurt. A friend of mine and I were talking about promises one day and how people don’t treat them as importantly as they should. People toss around the word promise like they toss around the word love and it’s lost some of its meaning. That conversation lead to the creation of the Gini characters and what her deep turmoil could be.

4. What did you as an author take away from writing An Imperfect Promise?
So very much. I actually re-wrote this story more than three times. It was originally written to be a novella, then I found areas that needed deepening. It then became a short novel and I intended to submit it to Love Inspired Historicals. I found out while it was in editing that Love Inspired Historicals would not be taking any more westers. At that point, I knew the book didn’t need to be held back by a word count and my editor and I fleshed out everything. Now, it is a full length novel, and I’m more pleased with it than I was at any other point in its many stages of life.

5. What is your current WIP?  What can you share with us about it?
I’m currently working on the sequel to the first book of my Brides of Belle Fourche series. The first book is in the Timeless Love Charity Collection, but only for a limited time. I have the preorder up, but the novella itself is still in production. It’s called What the Heart Holds.

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A door behind him swung open, then closed with a soft click. “Might I help you find something?” asked a soft voice from behind him. He jumped at the intrusion and the woman’s proximity, slamming his head on the open cabinet door. He flung it closed, swallowing the harsh words that came too easy these days. Who in blazes could that be? White stars danced in front of his face, obscuring his vision. The brighter they flared, the more his head screamed at him. He blinked the bright flashes and moisture from his eyes to reveal a young woman. Her hair was either the brightest red he’d ever seen, or the glow around her meant she was an angel. She stood maybe five foot, short for a full-grown woman. He felt as cumbersome as a giant next to her. She paused by the door, a small basket clutched close. Now that the stars were clearing, he could make out her pleasant smile and pale-green eyes framed by a mass of curly red hair, smothered by a great yellow bonnet he’d mistaken for a halo. He wanted to smile back, if only the pain in his head would let him. The subtle tightening in his chest brought back thoughts of Margot, the woman he’d left back in Kansas, with dark hair and blue eyes. Remembering her would get him nowhere but angry, and he turned from the girl, scrubbing a hand across his face to erase both images. No sense living in the past. A man wasn’t a measure of what he carried with him, but he’d learned from it. “I don’t think that’ll help.” She stepped farther into the room and he glanced at her as a smile flickered across her face. She laid a gentle hand on his arm. Too gentle. He pulled away. He wasn’t there for kindness. He was there to work, and to forget. “Would you like a cool rag? I could get one for you. You might get a bump on your head.” Her voice was soft and coaxing, like she was speaking to a wary child, not a grown man. He pinched the bridge of his nose and used the motion to wipe the water collecting there. “I can get a rag all on my own.” His tone was more abrupt than he’d meant, and when she stepped back from him with hurt in her eyes, he cleared his throat and tried again. “Who are you, and what’cha doing in my kitchen?” He pressed his palm to his forehead against the pain, praying the little angel would get what she needed and move on. If she asked where Martha was, he’d be in an awkward place, since she hadn’t shown herself yet. Her smile faltered. “Your kitchen? Oh, you must be Martha’s brother. I didn’t realize you’d arrived. She’s been waiting for you for so long. I’m Gini. Martha lets me trade eggs for milk.” She set the basket on the counter and held out her hand to him. He stared at her for a minute while he found his voice. The girl certainly wasn’t afraid to face a stranger. He reached for her hand, small inside his own. He’d never thought of himself as peculiarly large, but she made him feel so. Her hand was soft, though calloused with work, and she took it back as quickly as she’d offered it. A nervous smile bloomed and fell from her face. “John. I’m John. Do you need me to get the milk for you?” He should just slug himself. Could he sound any more daft? Was he imagining that slight smile or just seeing what he wanted to? She took the eggs out of her basket and placed them in an empty one on the counter. “No thank you. I’m rather capable at this point, I’ve been doing it for a few months now. I’ve got to finish here and get back to the children.” She turned but tossed another small smile at him over her shoulder. “It was good to meet you”—she hesitated, and her face tinged a pretty pink—“John. Welcome to Nebraska.”

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Spotlight & Excerpt: Enchanting Nicholette by Dawn Crandall

Welcome reader friends, I have a special treat for you today! Dawn Crandall is sharing an excerpt from her new novella “Enchanting Nicholette”.  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

Dawn Crandall’s debut Gilded Age Victorian romance, “The Hesitant Heiress,” was a 2015 ACFW Carol award finalist in the debut category and received the 2015 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence, the 2015 Write Touch Reader’s Choice Award and the 2015 Romancing the Novel Reader’s Choice Award. Her follow-up novel, “The Bound Heart,” received the 2016 Laurel Award from Clash of the Titles. Dawn earned a BA in Christian Education from Taylor University. She’s been balancing books and babies lately as her two sons were both born as the four books of her Everstone Chronicles series were being released from Whitaker House from 2014 to 2016. Dawn lives with her husband and two young sons on a hobby farm in her hometown in northeast Indiana.

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Excerpt:

“I will tell you more about that if you’d like….” He pushed off the tree and took a few steps in my direction. “But you need to know: that knowledge comes with a hefty price.”

I backed up a bit and found myself standing against the stone wall of the bridge. “I’m not that interested then,” I lied.

“I didn’t say what I wanted specifically.”

“I can tell what you want, Mr. Hawthorne.” My gaze willingly scanned his face as he continued to draw nearer, and I had to admit, if he meant to kiss me, I wasn’t nearly as disagreeable to the notion as I should have been. In fact, I was shocked by how much merit the idea had. Suddenly, I was unable to keep my mind off the clear image of all of him pressed to all of me against that wall, hidden away in the leaf-and-stone alcove, right there in the middle of Riverway Park.

When he reached me, he stood about a foot away and placed his left hand against the wall above my shoulder. “It would seem you have quite the knack for reading my intentions, Mrs. Everstone…but I can assure you, they are much more complicated than what you’re thinking at the moment.”

“Oh, you’ve been quite clear about those intentions from the beginning of our acquaintance, Mr. Hawthorne.”

“I can tell you’re scared.” He leaned over me a bit, dropping his gaze to my lips. “I want you to trust me.”

Did he mean to imply my fear concerning his willingness to put himself in danger for the sake of others, or how scared I was to give in to everything I couldn’t help but feel for him? Or were the two matters so intricately involved that conquering my fear of the one could dissolve the power of the other?

“Put your guard down,” he whispered. “Let me in.”

His words hammered at my heart…and if it weren’t for everything we’d just discussed at length, I would have gladly done what he asked. If only he weren’t involved in such dangerous ventures, I could let myself fall in love with him. Quite easily.

“I can’t,” I said, gazing into his eyes, giving away entirely too much. But as I was already well aware, it wasn’t a secret I liked him much more than I ought.

“That’s a fair answer, I suppose.” He touched his pointer finger to my bottom lip. “You simply can’t…right now. Which is understandable.”

I ducked away from the wall and walked past the tree he’d been standing against earlier. Turning, when I felt I was a safe-enough distance from him and his ability to make me want to do highly inappropriate things, I found him still leaning with his left hand against the wall, just as he’d been when I’d practically let him kiss me. Only now he looked over his shoulder, the look in his eyes, inscrutable.

“I must thank you for clarifying the details about what you do for the police, Mr. Hawthorne.” Though I didn’t have the first clue what I was going to do with the information I’d been given. I already felt that what little defense I’d had at the beginning of the outing was now toppled to the ground merely by being near him and hearing everything he’d had to say.

Letting out a long breath, Mr. Hawthorne took his hand from the wall and gathered his hat from the bench. “Well, we’d better get back to our walk. Vance and Violet should be back soon.”

“Yes, I suppose they will,” I replied.

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Timeless Love Collection: Romantic Stories that Span the Ages

Note: This is a limited time collection, only available for two weeks after the release date(6/19 – 7/3/18). After that all the novella’s will release in paperback from their respective publishers.

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DID YOU MISS THE EXCERPTS THAT WERE SHARED EARLIER?  NOT TO WORRY, YOU CAN FIND THEM CLICKING ON THE TITLES BELOW!

img_0361 Facade by Pepper Basham

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IMG_0329 Spotlight & Excerpt: This Freedom Journey by Misty Beller

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

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

img_0321 Spotlight & Excerpt: Bookishly Ever After by Sarah Monzon

 

Spotlight & Excerpt: Facade by Pepper Basham

Welcome reader friends, I have a special treat for you today! Pepper Basham is sharing an excerpt from her new novella “Facade”.  This exciting 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

pepperbarnsmile As a native of the Blue Ridge Mountains, Pepper Basham enjoys sprinkling her Appalachian into her fiction writing.

She is an award-winning author of contemporary and historical romance, mom of five, speech-language pathologist, and a lover of Jesus and chocolate. She resides in Asheville, North Carolina with her family.

You can connect with Pepper over at her group blog, The Writer’s Alley, her website,Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, or Twitter

 

Excerpt:

A sweet internal tremor accompanied each time he said her name. She frowned at its unwelcome violation to her cool-headedness, but her heart welcomed the sensation. She’d missed him. There was something incredibly attractive about a man who engaged in such excellent arguments. Yes, she missed this, their tête-a-têtes. She almost smiled. There were too few men up to the task of a good verbal sparring.

“The Government Code and Cypher School sought you to join their elite team of code breakers at Bletchley, but you refused.”

“Regretfully declined would be a better way to word it. Besides, I am not well-suited to the mathematical component of that task. Languages? Linguistics? Observation? Yes. But numbers, no.”

“And you also refused a request from the Special Operations Executive.”

“I have no interest in using my womanly wiles to ascertain how prepared male spies are for the temptations of the field. As I’m certain you know, with your extended knowledge of me.” She waved a hand toward herself. “I’ve already been branded a spinster by my mother, which is in part due to my charming personality.” She swallowed a laugh at his glare of utter doubt. “The other part I blame wholly on the weak constitution of most men to appreciate a confident woman and their evident inability to engage in fidelity. When the cat’s away…you understand.”

“You have a very low opinion of most men.”

“The way of the world would prove me right, don’t you think? Let us not forget, my darling fiancé lasted only one month before his heart was swayed by another.”

Christopher’s expression took a turn she couldn’t decipher, but it somehow beckoned her nearer. “And he broke you heart?”

She laughed. “Goodness, no. The only man in my life who broke my heart was you.”

A shot of air escaped his open mouth. “Me?”

Her gaze lifted to his, a river of uncertainty stealing the fire of her accusations. Could he truly be surprised by her declaration? “How…how could you just leave? After all our years together? Nothing but a card at Christmas and birthdays? Wasn’t our friendship worth more than that? Clearly I underestimated the mutual attachment.”

He stared at her, tension fading from his face by slow degrees. Something akin to regret dawned in those cerulean eyes. “I…I shouldn’t have left that way. It was irresponsible and unkind.”

“Indeed.” She took a step back from him. “A little late for clarity, isn’t it, Christopher. Three years late.”

“You really had no idea.” He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Yet you think me clever enough to engage in espionage?”

“It’s different, Livy. Worlds different. But I was wrong. I reacted blindly from my anger and disappoint–”

Your disappointment?” She closed in, the sting of pain pushing past her logic. “We’d been friends…” She shrugged, recalling their consistent arguments and intense discussions over books they’d read and philosophies they didn’t share. “Or at least friendly antagonists who’d developed a relationship over habitual time and conversations. You were a…a fixture.”

An unfriendly laugh accompanied a shake of his head. “A fixture? Yes, that would be a very clear definition. How engaging you make friendship sound, my dear Livy.”

“So, you would call it friendship then, would you?” She shot him a glare. “Well, your employment of friendship leaves as much to be desired as my definition.”

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IMG_0335 Give Me Thine Heart by Andrea Boeshaar

IMG_0329 Spotlight & Excerpt: This Freedom Journey by Misty Beller

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

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

img_0321 Spotlight & Excerpt: Bookishly Ever After by Sarah Monzon

 

 

Spotlight & Excerpt: Give Me Thine Heart by Andrea Boeshaar

I have a special treat for you today! Andrea Boeshaar is sharing an excerpt from her new novella “Give Me Thine Heart”.  This fabulous 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:

AndreaBAndrea Kuhn Boeshaar has been married for more than 30 years. She and her husband, Daniel, have three adult sons, daughters-in-law, and two precious grandchildren. Andrea’s educational background includes the University of Wisconsin – Milwaukee, where she studied in English, and Alverno College where she studied in Professional Communications and Business Management.

Andrea has been writing stories and poems since she was a little girl; however, it wasn’t until 1984 that she started submitting her work for publication. Eight years after that, she was convicted about writing for the Christian market. She read books in her genre (Inspirational Romance & Women’s Fiction), studied the market, and worked hard to hone her craft.

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Excerpt:

Sam digested the information and downed his rum, before setting aside the glass. He took his place near the entrance once more. He would take his leave shortly, but not too soon to arouse suspicion. He’d learned that General Ross must be stopped and the U. S. Capitol reinforced and he’d do his best to get that piece of information, as well as others, to President Madison in time.

However, he had to be on that ship tonight before it set sail for America.

Sam glanced across the way and stood to his full height, every nerve drawn tight, sending prickles of warning down the back of his neck. There, in the receiving parlor where all the smokers had shed their tailcoats was Miss Kingsly—

And in her hands lay Sam’s black diary, containing news that was not for her eyes!

He slipped from the room and crossed the large foyer. As he approached, she looked up and smiled when she saw him.  Her smoky-gray eyes held only a welcome, no fear or guilt from being caught snooping.

“What have you got there, Miss Kingsly?”

She glanced to the black book in her long, slender hands. “I don’t know. I found it on the floor.” She leafed through it. “Evidently it fell out of someone’s coat pocket.”

“So you took it upon yourself to read it?” Sam couldn’t keep the edge from his tone. Most likely she intended to run to her fiancé with what she learned.

“I read a few pages only to find out the book’s owner, is all.” Miss Kingsly tipped her head and strands of her straw-colored hair slipped from its pins. They fanned her cheek. “Does it belong to you?”

In reply, Sam held out his hand.

“I thought maybe it did.” She handed it over.

Sam bent to collect his tailcoat. From the way it lay in the pile, he could see how his diary had slipped from its hold. Perhaps Miss Kingsly had found it on the floor, but now she put him in a precarious position and he couldn’t take the chance of being discovered. Not now.

“Blast it all!” he snarled.

“Excuse me?”

Sam pulled on his coat and sheathed his diary. He buttoned it up the front, his gaze never wavering from her lovely face.

“I assure you, Mr. White, much of what I read made no sense and that which I did understand I shall keep it to myself. You have my word.”

Her promise meant nothing to him at this moment. In one swooping motion, he took hold of the knife he kept hidden inside his left boot and slapped his palm over her mouth to prevent a scream. “Miss Kingsly, I’m afraid I must kill you.”

 

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IMG_0329 Spotlight & Excerpt: This Freedom Journey by Misty Beller

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

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

img_0321 Spotlight & Excerpt: Bookishly Ever After by Sarah Monzon

 

 

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

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

img_0321 Spotlight & Excerpt: Bookishly Ever After by Sarah Monzon

 

 

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:

Steph

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

img_0321 Spotlight & Excerpt: Bookishly Ever After by Sarah Monzon

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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img_0321 Spotlight & Excerpt: Bookishly Ever After by Sarah Monzon