#SaturdaySpotlight is on Valerie Massey Goree & Meet Me in the Yorkshire Dales!

Good Morning and Welcome to the first edition of Saturday Spotlight in May 2025. Can you believe this year is already almost half over? I guess the old adage, "time flies when you're having fun," really is true because I'm having a blast featuring authors, artists and books on this blog!

With that said, it is my pleasure to bring back into the spotlight, Valerie Massey Goree with her book, Meet Me In the Yorkshire Dales.

Welcome, Valerie, can you give us a little insight as to why you wrote Meet Me In the Yorkshire Dales?

Hi, Pam. Thanks for hosting me. Meet Me in the Yorkshire Dales is book two in the series: From England with Love and…Treachery.

These stories center around American characters who meet in England, have to deal with mayhem, overcome obstacles, and fall in love.

To describe the story behind book two, first, I need to explain why I wrote book one. 

Meet Me Where the Windrush Flows is set in the Cotswolds, England. I wanted to visit this picturesque area and decided to set a novel there. Initially, Windrush was a stand-alone book, but I enjoyed the research trip so much that I chose to explore other areas in England where I could set two more novels to form the series. 

Ta-da. That meant I had to travel to England again! 

I love setting stories in real places I’ve visited or where I've lived. That way, I can incorporate the atmosphere, the culture, the uniqueness of the area.

The Yorkshire Dales have always fascinated me. If you’ve watched the TV show “All Creatures Great and Small”, then you’ve seen the Dales. My friend and I spent two weeks in the villages featured in my story. While there, I took numerous photos of the scenery, the dry stone walls, the lush green fields, and the seventeenth-century cottages. I visited museums, questioned the locals, and read up on the history of the villages.

A trip to England is too expensive to only stay for two weeks, so…I needed to find a location where I could set book three. I chose the City of Bath and purposely planned a September visit when the Jane Austen Festival is scheduled. The title of book three is Meet Me In Bath at the Jane Austen Festival.

These are the only stories I’ve written so far that are tailored to the settings. The characters in the books are not related, but the common setting—England—ties them together. 

OH My Goodness, Valerie! How amazing! I went to England and the Jane Austen Festival in September of 2024 and it was an amazing trip! You can find out more about it in the archives on my travel blog, Bathroom Blues. Tell us more about Meet Me in the Yorkshire Dales...

Sure here's the blurb and an excerpt!

To inherit her grandfather’s estate, Roxanne Clarke has to prove the identity of her birth mother. Considering all the ancestry help online, that shouldn’t be a problem. However, the only clues Roxanne has are an old photograph and hints provided by a member of her grandfather’s household that her mother was born in Yorkshire.

Accompanied by her best friend, Avery, and Avery’s twin brother, Lucas, Roxanne travels to England. Their attempts to identify Roxanne’s mother send them from one village to another. To add to their frustration, a fellow Texan is following them, threatening them, trying to locate the woman first. 

Lucas has been in love with Roxanne since high school, but botched their relationship two years ago. While helping her find her mother, can he salvage their once-blossoming romance, build a new beginning, and keep her safe when the Texan’s actions intensify?

Excerpt from Chapter 1:

Fanning her face with a magazine did little to relieve the stuffiness in the waiting room. The indoor temperature almost matched the early June morning. Roxanne glanced across at the sofa by the window where a blonde with a movie star figure sat and said, “You’d think lawyers could afford air-conditioning.”

“I thought the same thing.” The woman gathered her shoulder-length curls into a ponytail and dabbed her nape with a tissue. “Did you by any chance receive a letter demanding your presence here today?”

“I did. It’s all a bit mysterious.” Roxanne adjusted the patch covering her left eye. “I don’t think I’m in trouble, and I know I don't have a wealthy aunt who’s named me in her will.” She’d fashioned her long hair into a twist secured with a claw clip to keep it off her neck and out of her eyes. The patch seemed to attract stray strands.

“Me neither.” The woman pointed to the ornate metal clock on the opposite wall. “Mr. Ogden’s running late. I—”

The inner door opened, and a tall, elderly woman emerged. “Mr. Ogden will see you now. Please come through.”

A sweet but pleasant floral scent surrounded the blonde as she walked past Roxanne and entered the office.

A middle-aged man in a gray suit stood beside an antique oak desk. “I’m Thomas Ogden, and I apologize for the warm room and for keeping you waiting. A technician is on his way. My office is much cooler. Please, have a seat.” He gestured to the two armchairs and sat in his desk chair. “Would either of you like something to drink? Coffee, water?”

Roxanne and the blonde shook their heads.

“That will be all, Mrs. Edwards.”

The tall woman exited through a side door. 

The blonde settled on the chair closest to the desk and crossed her legs. The skirt of her maroon dress barely covered her thighs. 

For a fleeting moment, Roxanne wished she’d worn something more sophisticated than blue jeans and a coral pink shirt. A trivial thought for such a serious occasion. She perched on the edge of a coffee-colored leather armchair and cleared her throat. Enough dawdling. “Why are we here, Mr. Ogden?” 

“Straight to the point. I like that.” He smoothed the pages of a file on his desk. “Did you bring identification?”  

Roxanne set her passport on the desk, and the other woman produced a driver’s license. 

Ogden opened the passport and looked at Roxanne. “You are Roxanne Ruth Clarke?”

“Yes.”

The lawyer picked up the driver’s license. “You are Petra Christine Vandiver?”

“I am.” Her voice had taken on a silky quality.

“With that important task out of the way, I can tell you why you were invited—”

“Summoned, more like.” Roxanne bit her lip as he raised an eyebrow at her. “Sorry.” 

“Please, no more interruptions. You are here because one of you is the sole heir to your grandfather’s estate.” He leaned back and folded his arms, a smug expression crossed his oval face.

His statement swirled around the cool room and punched Roxanne in the gut. Seldom at a loss for words, she stammered, “Wh…what?” She stared at Ogden and then at Petra, who blinked rapidly and shifted in her chair.

“I know this is a big surprise for both of you, but I will explain.” The lawyer pointed to the file.

He sure was taking his sweet time. Roxanne stood and paced to the window. “I don’t think I should be here. I’m adopted and was always told I had no blood relatives.”

“Same here.” Now, Petra’s voice wobbled as if she were on the verge of tears. “I am curious, though.” 

“Miss Clarke, please sit down.”

She complied with his stern request.

“By the way, why are you wearing a patch?”

Ready to jump up and read the contents of Ogden’s folder herself, she glared at him.  “You’re interested in my physical appearance when my world has just turned upside-down?”

“Please indulge me.”

“I had surgery yesterday. A cornea transplant.”

“Why?”

As if it were any of his business.

“Please, Mr. Ogden.” Petra leaned forward, exposing more cleavage. “Get back to the will. Who is this man and how much…how big is his estate?”

“All in good time. It’s apparent neither of you knew you had a grandfather until today. You can wait a few more minutes. Now, Miss Clarke, do you know anything about your birth mother?”

His question knocked the wind out of her frustration. Roxanne swallowed. She’d been devastated by the answers her parents gave her when she’d asked. “No. The adoption was private and closed. I love my parents and they provided a wonderful, secure childhood, but it would be nice to…”

“How about you, Petra?”

She shrugged. “Nope.”

“I will now get to the nitty-gritty of your visit.”

Roxanne frowned. “Just a minute, Mr. Ogden. If Petra and I share a grandfather, does that make us cousins? If so, wouldn’t the eldest inherit?”

“Cool your jets, young lady. It’s not that simple.”

“Let the man explain.” Petra wrung her hands. “Don’t you want to know the details?” She uncrossed her legs and then crossed her ankles.

Roxanne glanced at her and could understand her desperation. “Please continue, Mr. Ogden.”

“I know your adoptions were closed. However, as adults, you can request information about your birth parents from the Central Adoption Registry.”

“I didn’t know that. Did you, Petra?”

“Nope.” 

“I have important information, but each of you must sign a permission form before I’ll share it with you. Interested?” Ogden’s eyebrows rose.

 Despite the cool room, adrenaline-heated blood coursed through Roxanne’s body. She placed a hand on her chest where she was sure a giant fist squeezed her heart. Did she want to know who her birth parents were? Or learn about her grandfather—apparently a wealthy person?

Petra examined her long, painted fingernails and said, “I am interested. Give me the form to sign.”

Before answering the lawyer, Roxanne would love to discuss the matter with her parents, who worked at a medical mission in Zimbabwe. Not because she needed their permission, but because she wanted them to be aware before she took this drastic step. Making on-the-spot decisions had never been a problem for her, especially in her career as a nurse practitioner. “Okay, I’ll sign the form, too.”

Ogden handed out two clipboards, each holding a sheet of paper and a pen. “Read the declaration thoroughly and then sign and date, please.”

It didn’t take long to do as requested, and they returned the forms to him.

“Thank you. I’ll sign as the witness and then have copies made for you.” He turned to the inner door and called, “Mrs. Edwards.”

A couple of seconds later, she entered the office. Ogden handed her the clipboards. “Copies, please.”

He set his elbows on the desk and tented his fingers. “Your grandfather is Howard Palmer. Have either of you heard of him?”

The name did flash in Roxanne’s memory for a second. “Um, didn’t he recently sell his cattle ranch?”

“Correct. He now lives north of San Antonio, and because of health issues, wants to locate his grandchild.” Ogden held up his hand when Roxanne opened her mouth. He continued, “Mr. Palmer had two children. His daughter died in childbirth thirty-some years ago, and Benton, his reprobate son, died in 2014. He led an erratic life. He was an addict, an alcoholic, and a womanizer. My father was Howard’s attorney for a long time, and when he retired, I took over the responsibility. We were fully aware of the ins and outs of the Palmer family. Benton had two children we know about.” Ogden glanced at Petra and Roxanne in turn. “Here comes the glitch. We recently discovered Benton married one of the women who produced a child; therefore, her offspring is the legitimate heir.”

The lawyer’s revelation hung in the air like gray smog. Roxanne’s father could be Benton Palmer. Absorbing the significant information Ogden shared, she massaged her left temple. “One of us is legitimate and the other isn’t? I didn’t think people cared about that these days.”

“Howard does.”

Petra curled her lip as she looked at Roxanne. “Let me see if I have this straight. She is my half-sister, and either her mother or my mother was married to Benton. But according to your earlier statement, you and Howard don’t know which one.”

“Correct.”

“How do you expect us to find out?” Roxanne asked.

~*~   ~*~  ~*~

WOW, wonderful excerpt. Tell us a little more about yourself and how we can find you and your books...

I grew up in the former British Colony of Rhodesia, now called Zimbabwe in Central Africa. After serving as missionaries in my home country of Zimbabwe and raising two children, My husband and I moved to Texas where I worked in the public school system for many years, focusing on students with special needs. Now, I reside on the beautiful Olympic Peninsula of Washington State. A member of ACFW, I've been honored to win their Genesis Award. Meet Me in the Yorkshire Dales is my eleventh title and is available for Kindle (FREE in KU!), Paperback and Audio. 

You can find more about me at my Website  (sign up to receive my newsletter!) and follow me on Bookbub, Goodreads & Facebook. 

All of my books are available at Amazon.

Thank You So Much for Visiting us Today, Valerie!

Friends, you can check out Valerie's previous visits HERE.

Meanwhile, exciting things are coming next week so be sure and drop by often.

Until next time, take care and God Bless.

PamT

#WednesdayWordswithFriends Welcomes Valerie Massey Goree

Good Morning from Bandera, TX!

I drove up Sunday (8/29) to visit the home of my heart and friends for a few days. Will head back to LA tomorrow morning but today,  please welcome Valerie Massey Goree back to our blog to share some insight to her new book, Justice at Dawn.

Thank you for hosting me, Pam. I decided to do something a bit different to promote my new release, Justice at Dawn. Instead of focusing on the characters and their present, here is a snapshot of their past. What brought them to this place in the story of their lives? How will their experiences influence their actions or decisions? 

Cooper Callahan:

I just returned to San Diego after a successful assignment to return a missing teenager to his anxious parents in Florida. Those outcomes are always gratifying, but I’ve had my share of failures, too. You see, I’ve been an agent with the International Retrieval Organization for fifteen years. We don’t always locate the missing person, or free the hostage, or keep the witness safe, but we always give one hundred percent to every case.

Over the years, I’ve fulfilled many roles in the organization. For the past five years I’ve been the chief training officer for recruits. Many rookies these days enter the program thinking they’re going to be the top dog in no time. It’s my job to teach them what an agent needs to know, but I also gauge whether or not they’ll make the cut. Being an effective agent is more than completing course work. Agents must have the inner strength to forge ahead with the assignment no matter what is happening around them or to them. They must be intuitive, trust their partners, and trust their instincts. I can’t teach them that. 

I’m sitting at my desk in the office, reading the application form from the newest recruit, a woman named Kitty Claire Briggs who has an appointment with me in fifteen minutes. She seems to have all the necessary prerequisites. The boss had slapped a sticky note on her application. Hold on to your cap. This rookie will surprise you. I wonder what he meant. Oh, well. I’ll soon find out.

I open my desk drawer and remove a file where I keep a list of all the agents I’ve trained thus far. During the time I’ve been in charge of the program, I’ve updated the coursework and hands on training assignments. I’m proud of the improvements I implemented. I rock in my chair and think back to my rookie period. As a former small town sheriff with a college degree in criminal justice, I thought I was going to sail through the course and impress the shirts off those in charge. Not quite. I did have it easier than some, but I had a lot to learn too. 

Those early years were hard but fun. Until the accident. Since then, I’ve had to remind myself numerous times why I left the sheriff’s department to become an agent. Unique cases. Extensive resources. Superior technology.

I shift in my chair and check my watch. The recruit will be here any minute. Compose yourself, Cooper. If you’re going to ask her why she wants to work for IRO, remember your reasons for applying. 

After taking in a deep breath, I open her folder. A knock on my door. I stand and call, “Come in.”

KC:

Whew. I can’t believe I’m this nervous. Applying to be an agent with IRO was a risk for me. Sure, I want to help people in traumatic situations, but what if the bigwigs discover the real reason I applied? I’ll have to be extra careful during my training and later, if I make it. Who are you kidding, girl? Of course you’ll make it. Top of your class in any physical course you took. You hit the target every time you fire a gun. You’ve overcome so much in your short life. You’ll be an agent before you know it.

I’m parked outside the office building, and although I have an alarm set on my phone, I keep an eye on the dashboard clock. I sip my iced tea then set the bottle in the cup holder and check the vanity mirror. Why, I’m not sure. Habit I suppose. I don’t wear lipstick and my hair is, well, I’m bald. Shave my head every morning. My parents often ask me why I continue although I’m cancer free, and I have no ready answer except maybe in rebellion. Not toward them. Never. I love them as if they were my birthparents. I might be a rebel at heart, though. As a kid, I always wanted to do everything contrary to what was expected. Learn to cook. Nope. I chose to fix our bicycles with my brothers. Help Mother with her scrapbooks. Not when the boys were building a tree fort.

A bus rumbles by the parking lot. I look in the mirror again. Maybe I should dab on some lipstick. Or blush. My honey-toned skin is flawless, for which I’m grateful, but I need more color. I pinch my cheeks. Better. I wipe at a smudge of mascara under one eye. Gray eyes. Unusual for sure. Did my birthmother have gray eyes? I knew she was Caucasian, but that’s all. 

The feeling of abandonment is never far from my soul. I clutch the jacket over my heart and blow out a breath. If I become an agent, I will find out what happened to her.

The alarm beeps. Time to go. I climb out of my car and smooth my skirt. Shoulders back, I stride toward the office door. Watch out world, here comes the next IRO agent. 

Blurb:

Cooper Callahan has been an International Retrieval Organization operative for fifteen years. In all that time he has never worked with a trainee like Kitty Claire Briggs. Overflowing with energy, KC isn’t quiet long enough for him to think. But when the boss assigns them a training mission to follow Sadie, his wife, KC’s serious side emerges.

Sure, former stunt double, KC, wants to be an agent, but she also has an ulterior motive to be accepted by IRO—she wants access to their superior technology. Can she locate her quarry without Cooper finding out?

As Cooper shares the finer points of surveillance with KC, his waning faith is strengthened by her enthusiasm for the Lord and for the job. When the training exercise turns into a real abduction, will KC’s naiveté lead to death or to a successful conclusion to the case?   

American Christian Fiction Writers Genesis Award winner Valerie Massey Goree resides on the beautiful Olympic Peninsula of Washington State.

After serving as missionaries in her home country of Zimbabwe and raising two children, Glenn and Valerie moved to Texas. She worked in the public school system for many years, focusing on students with special needs. Now retired in Washington, Valerie spends her time writing, and spoiling her grandchildren. 

Valerie writes romantic suspense novels, and her tag line is: Stories of Passion and Intrigue. Her novels include: Deceive Me Once; Colors of Deceit; The Stolen Lives Trilogy, Weep in the Night; Day of Reckoning; and Justice at Dawn. Set in Australia, Forever Under Blue Skies, is now available from Amazon.

Valerie loves to hear from her readers so connect with her at her Website or on Facebook! Get your copy of Justice at Dawn from Amazon or Pelican Book Group. Check out Valerie's past visits HERE.

Wow, Valerie, looks like KC and Cooper have some serious decisions to make! I'm sure they made the right one. Good luck and God's blessings with your book.

Hope you enjoyed today's post, friends and that you'll check back weekly for more Wednesday Words with Friends and Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time take, please keep praying for my SE LA neighbors as well as neighboring states affected by Hurricane Ida.

THANKS & God Bless!

PamT

#WednesdayWordswithFriends welcomes Valerie Massey Goree

Good Morning!

According to the National Weather app, we're in for some cold, wet weather over the next few days - with the possibility of snow! Yeah, we get snow every now and again. I think the last time was 2017 so I know the kids are looking forward to that. Me? Not so much. Alas, we'll take what we get and pray for the safety of all those Cajun's out there who really don't know how to drive in snow or ice. 

I'll be glad when Winter is over. I know, I know, I'm wishing my life away. I AM trying to take things one-day-at-a-time though and do my best and let God handle everything else. 

I just don't like cold weather - especially when it's raining.

Enough about me though. Please welcome our guest Valerie Massey Goree back as she shares with us her writing journey.. Take it away, Valerie!

My Writing Journey

I know you’ve probably read many posts on this subject, however, my journey did not start off well. 

I grew up in the former British Colony of Rhodesia, now called Zimbabwe in Central Africa. We followed the British educational system, and many of our teachers were from England. Although I believe we received an excellent education, some of the teachers were straitlaced and well, cold. I distinctly remember the teacher we had for 7th grade English. After we wrote our essays, she’d have us stand in front of the class and read them out loud. Then, she would critique our work and allow students to add their pros or cons. 

At the time, I didn’t know that I had OCD tendencies. I followed instructions to the letter. I had no imagination outside of the assignment. My math work was immaculate, not always correct, but all my columns of numbers lined up perfectly. 

The essay topic for this class assignment was to write about things we collected, for instance coins from foreign counties. My older brother had just left home and had given me his stamp collection. As you might imagine, the tiny square or rectangular stamps lined up next to each other on their special pages indulged my ‘OCDness’. Well, whoop-de-doo. I had something to write about. So I planned my essay, and began writing. 

Mrs. Teacher—I remember what she looked like, but not her name—walked around the room and commented on what kids had written. One student received flowery compliments because she chose to write about two of her collections. I could do that. I collected many things that caught my OCD ‘eye’, items that met my desire for symmetry, or variations in color or size.

I completed my essay on my stamp collection, then added a few paragraphs about how I collected buttons and liked to sort them into colors, then line them up on the parquet flooring in my bedroom. I so wanted to receive compliments and couldn’t wait for Mrs. Teacher to hear my composition. 

I have no idea what she said about my stamp collection because all I remember are her harsh words about how silly it was for a thirteen-year-old to be playing with buttons!

As you can imagine, creative writing was not high on my list after that. In fact, I hated writing and dreaded every writing assignment that came my way, even in University. I only began to open up to putting words on paper when I was in my forties. 

My latest novel is a revised version of the first book I wrote, way back when word processors were the rage. Although Forever Under Blue Skies, set in Australia, is my sixth published novel, as you can imagine, it is very close to my heart. My maternal grandmother was born is Australia. I relied on details from my great-great-grandparents’ family tree for my story, even to using the town of Bendigo. Now, my family never lived on a sheep station, but that’s where the fiction part came in. 

What was life like on a sheep station in 1983? Follow Marlow’s journey to find out. 

Travel to Australia to solve a family mystery? Sure, Marlow could do that. But she didn’t take into consideration the vast outback, nor the owner of the sheep station. Widower, Jake Barclay, is everything her late husband was not—honorable, considerate, a pure gentleman. She came prepared with sunscreen, but hadn’t built a high enough screen around her heart. 

Jake was dubious about Marlow’s reason for visiting his station and thwarts her plan at every turn. Until he sees how she interacts with his vulnerable, young daughter. 

If they solve the coded message, can Marlow return to Texas, or will Jake offer her a forever home in the outback?

About Valerie: American Christian Fiction Writers Genesis Award winner Valerie Massey Goree resides with her husband on the beautiful Olympic Peninsula of Washington State.

After serving as missionaries in her home country of Zimbabwe and raising two children, Glenn and Valerie moved to Texas. She worked in the public school system for many years, focusing on students with special needs. Now retired in Washington, Valerie spends her time writing, and spoiling her grandchildren. 

Novels include: Deceive Me Once; Colors of Deceit; The Stolen Lives Trilogy, Weep in the Night; Day of Reckoning; and Justice at Dawn, to be released soon. Valerie’s latest novel Forever Under Blue Skies, is now available from Amazon.

Valerie loves to hear from her readers.

Visit Valerie’s website to learn more about her books: www.valeriegoreeauthor.com and connect with her on FaceBook. Check out her last post HERE. Get your copy of Forever Under Blue Skies at Amazon.

What a journey, Valerie! Thank you for sharing. We wish you the best of luck and God's blessings with your new book.

Hope you enjoyed Valerie's post, friends and that you'll check back weekly for Wednesday Words with Friends and Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time, take care and God Bless.

PamT

#SaturdaySpotlight is on Valerie Massey Goree & Day of Reckoning!

Good Morning!

It's another soggy day in SW Louisiana. We've seen very little sunlight this past week and for many, this kind of weather affects their mood. I'm one of those people. I try to do everything in my power to alleviate the sour attitude that accompanies gloomy weather. One of my favorite ways to boost my mood is dancing and I did quite a bit of that last night!

Today's guest is new to the blog but not new to me. Valerie Massey Gorree is a fellow Pelican Book Group author and is sharing her brand new release with us today so please give her a huge, warm WELCOME!

 International Retrieval Organization Agent Lela Ortiz is assigned the kidnapping case of businessman, Chuck Davenport. When her boss allows Jay Vashon, Chuck’s brother-in-law to assist, Lela accepts the help with reservations, especially when Jay prays at the most inopportune times.

Jay would do anything to help bring Chuck home, even work with feisty Agent Ortiz. As Jay and Lela decipher clues Chuck sends to his son with special needs, they are forced to work in close proximity.

Can Jay break through the barrier Lela has constructed around her heart? Will Lela be able to overcome her distrust of men and God?

And Chuck? Can the pair locate him before the ransom deadline?

Excerpt: 

Two hours crouched behind a reeking dumpster on a dead-end San Diego street must be the worst possible way to spend a balmy Saturday night. Private Investigator, Agent Lela Ortiz stretched, and massaged her taut neck muscles.

Heavy-metal music pumped out of the open living room windows of the suspect’s house. When would the rowdy party end?

The raid they’d been working on for more than a week had to go down tonight, or the life of a nineteen-year-old girl with a severe medical condition could be lost forever. If they didn’t rescue her now, she would surely end up bruised, broken. Perhaps dead. The tight burn scars on Lela’s torso pinched as if they had a mind of their own. At a minimum, dead inside. Like Lela.

She stood and slowed her breathing, a Tae Kwon Do technique she’d perfected in recent years. Patience was not one of her virtues, but the exercise lowered her stress level.

According to the last check of her watch, another half-hour crept by before the partygoers stumbled down the front steps of the aged house scheduled for demolition in the morning. In the darkness, Lela pressed her back against the warped clapboard siding of the residence. Peeling paint flaked off in her hand.

She counted the people as they staggered down the street or crawled into vehicles. Four. Five. Six.

Where was the last one? From the shadows, she peeked around the corner and almost collided with number seven. Flattening herself against the wall, she reached for her holster.

Drunk, or high, the burly man squinted at her. The streetlight strobed across his whiskered face. His brow wrinkled and he stepped closer, sucking in a deep draw from his cigarette.

A gust of wind swirled smoke in Lela’s face. The pungent odor roiled her insides, raking up bitter memories. No! She refused to visit the past.

“Why you hiding here?” A puff of alcohol-laced air sprayed out with his slurred words.

American Christian Fiction Writers Genesis Award winner Valerie Massey Goree resides with her husband on the beautiful Olympic Peninsula of Washington State.

After serving as missionaries in her home country of Zimbabwe and raising two children, Glenn and Valerie moved to Texas. She worked in the public school system for many years, focusing on students with special needs. Now retired, Valerie spends her time writing, and spoiling her grandchildren.

Novels include: Deceive Me Once; Colors of Deceit; Weep in the Night; and stand-alone sequel Day of Reckoning.

Valerie loves to hear from her readers. Connect with her on her Website or Facebook. Get your copy of Day of Reckoning at Pelican Book Group, Amazon or Barnes and Noble!

Wow, Valerie, thanks for sharing! We certainly wish you the best of luck and God's blessings with your new release.

Thanks for stopping by friends. Be sure to leave a comment if you want to be entered into my monthly gift card giveaway and stop by each week for Wednesday Words with Friends and another Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time, take care and God bless.
PamT