May 2018 – Month in Review & Giveaway

There have been some wonderful stories that I’ve enjoyed reading this past month! Join me as we take a look back at the bookish fun we enjoyed in May. Be sure to enter the giveaway before you go!

Clicking on the link will take you to the blog post for that book, interview or reveal.

Books Reviewed:

TheBackcountryBrides  The Backcountry Brides Collection

TogetherForever Together Forever by Jody Hedlund

SecondImpressions  Second Impressions by Pepper Basham

TheCapturedBride  The Captured Bride by Michelle Greip

Edenbrook  Edenbrooke by Julianne Donaldson

TimelessLoveCollection  Timeless Love: Romantic stories that span the ages

AllForLove All for Love: Three Historical Romance Novellas

HerPlaceInTime  Her Place in Time by Stephenia H. McGee

EngravedOnTheHeart Engraved on the Heart by Tara Johnson

RambleAndRoar  Rable & Roar by Catie Cordero

BountyBeyondReason Bounty Beyond Reason by Kari Trumbo

 

 

Author Interview:

RachelFordham  Rachel Fordham

 

Excerpts:

IMG_0335  Give Me Thine Heart by Andrea Boeshar

img_0361 Facade by Pepper Basham

img_0370 Enchanting Nicholette by Dawn Crandall

 

Cover Reveal:

JaneByTheBook Jane by the Book by Pepper Basham

 

 

I have a full schedule of books I’m looking forward to sharing with you in June!

 

***** GIVEAWAY *****

I am giving away 1 (one) print copy of Engraved on the Heart by Tara Johnson. Due to shipping cost this giveaway is only open to those with U.S mailing addresses.

Please review the policies here. The giveaway will be open for one week. At the close of the giveaway period the winner will be contacted via email and announced on this page.

Return daily during the giveaway period to tweet for bonus entries using the Rafflecopter entry form.

 To Enter the Giveaway: 

1.)  Leave a blog post comment answering the following question:
“Have you read any of the books I reviewed this month? If so, did you have a favorite?”

2.) CLICK HERE to enter the Rafflecopter entry form.

***** GIVEAWAY ENDED *****

Winner: Robin W.

 

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Timeless Love: Romantic Stories that Span the Ages

Synopsis:

Give Me Thine Heart 1812 Andrea Boeshaar
Moira loathes the man she is set to marry. But when she meets Samuel Stryker, she soon guesses that he’s from the colonies. When she finds a deep secret, Sam must make the decision: kill her or take her with him.

This Freedom Journey 1833 Misty M. Beller
Adrien Lockman left France to finally live life on his own terms, but when he discovers a half-starved and half-frozen woman in the treacherous Canadian mountains, the truth soon becomes clear–the only way they’ll survive is together.

The Heart of Home 1865 Stephenia H. McGee
Opal Martin aspires to scrub the remnants of the War Between the States from her tattered life. When a nearly drowned soldier appears and asks if he can die on her porch, she must guard against the sudden revival of her heart’s hope for love. Tristan Stuart wants to escape the pain of war. He wakes up at a house that’s too much like home, with a woman determined to mend him he may discover a life worth fighting for. To save the last of what Opal holds dear, will he become the man she needs or let the troubled waters carry him away?

Enchanting Nicholette 1893 Dawn Crandall
Young, widowed, and newly out of mourning, Nicholette Everstone is an heiress yearning to be loved. Her parents had arranged for her to marry her loving late husband, but the marriage ended tragically on her wedding day. Returning to Boston after being away, she finds there’s someone new to her set of friends and family she can’t help but fall for. But when she learns of the danger and sacrifices this man takes on, will her heart be strong enough to keep her fears at bay?

Teach Me To Love 1899 Kari Trumbo
Izzy Lawson has taken her last abuse. When her husband dies, she rushes to Belle Fourche to stay with the only friend she has. The wall she’s worked so hard to build crumbles in the arms of a man so different from her husband. Conrad Oleson can’t read and it’s shamed him for longer than he can remember. As Izzy reveals her painful past, he can’t stay away. He’ll do about anything, to get closer. Including, teach her how to love.

Façade 1942 Pepper D. Basham
Olivia Rakes has excellent observations skills for facts and details, but stumbles through matters of the heart. When her brother goes missing in German-occupied France, Livy enlists her services with a group of search-and-rescue spies, who not only thrust her toward espionage, but…romance. Agent Christopher Dawson has avoided Livy since she broke his heart. When the search for his best friend brings them together, the heart takes on a mind of its own. In a world where war changes the rules of life and love, can they work together to complete their rescue mission before the enemy catches them?

Bookishly Ever After 2018 Sarah Monzon
It all started with a bet and a book.
Emory Blake is the ultimate bibliophile. She’d take curling up with a novel over a night on the town any day. But then her best friend, Tate Woodby, accuses her of living between the pages of her paperbacks instead of the real world, and he makes a bet that will force her to experience the adventures of her fictional friends…instead of just reading about them. With her face no longer buried in books, Emory must confront the pain of the past.

My Thoughts:

Travel through time beginning in 1812 to 2018, all from the comfort of your favorite reading chair! Come along for an adventure that you won’t soon forget! Each story is unique, yet they all share the common thread of love and strong heroines who boldly face the dangers of the unknown.

I loved every story in this collection! Two of the authors were brand new to me, and I have already been searching for more books to read from them! It isn’t often that you come across a collection like this where every story sparks your imagination and keeps you turning pages wanting more.

Something for everyone can be found in the pages of these stories! Love, Laughter, History, Romance, Mystery, Adventure, and most of all each story shines a light on God and the importance of His love.

I give this delightful collection of stories an enthusiastic 5-stars and would encourage you to snap up your copy today!

(I received an early reader copy of this collection for review. I am not required to write a positive review. My thoughts and options are my own. I have pre-ordered a copy of this collection for myself from Amazon.)

Bonus:

For the past several weeks I have been sharing excerpts from each of the stories in this collection. If you happen to have missed any of them you can click on the story titles above in the synopsis for the link to that excerpt.

 

About the Authors:

Seven fabulous authors have joined together to release a collection of love stories. You won’t want to miss out on this amazing collection! (note: clicking on the author’s name will take you to that author’s web page)

Andrea Boeshaar, Misty M. Beller, Stephenia H. MCGee, Dawn Crandall,
Kari Trumbo, Pepper D. Basham, Sarah Monzon

 

This collection of 7 stories through the ages. It 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

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.

Click on the title below to pre-order your copy today for only .99c!

Timeless Love Collection: Romantic Stories that Span the Ages

 

 

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.

Pre-Order your copy today!

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.

TimelessCollection

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

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: 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.”

Pre-Order your copy today!

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.

TimelessCollection

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

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.

Web Page // Goodreads // Twitter // Pinterest //

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.”

 

Pre-Order your copy today!

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.

TimelessCollection

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

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.

Web Page // Facebook // Twitter // Goodreads // Pinterest //

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.

 

Pre-Order your copy today!

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.

TimelessCollection

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

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

Web Page // Facebook // Twitter // Goodreads // Pinterest

 

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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Did you miss the excerpts that were shared earlier?  Not to worry, you can find them clicking on the titles below!

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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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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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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March 2018 – Month in Review

Here we are at the first day of April! There have been some wonderful stories that I’ve enjoyed reading this past month! Join me as we take a look back at the bookish fun we enjoyed in March.

Clicking on the link will take you to the blog post for that book, interview or reveal.

Books Reviewed:

The Innkeepers Daughter The Innkeeper’s Daughter

GraceRestored Grace Restored

AChanceAtForever  A Chance at Forever

ThreeWordsAndAKiss  Three Words and a Kiss

A Heart's Revolution  A Heart’s Revolution

A Most Noble Heir  A Most Noble Heir

FindingEvergreen  Finding Evergreen

Author Interview:

SarahSundin  Sarah Sundin

Cover Reveal:

TimelessCollection Timeless Love: Romantic stories that span the ages

 

I’d love to hear from you:

Have you read any of the books I reviewed this month? If so, did you have a favorite?
What book(s) are you looking forward to reading in April?

I have a full schedule of books I’m looking forward to sharing with you in April! I’ll leave you with one of my favorite quotes:

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