Good Morning and Welcome to the Final Saturday Spotlight of October 2026!
OMG I'm not even going to say again that I have no idea that time passes so quickly, especially this time of year.
But it does. So, without further ado, please welcome a brand-new-to-me-and-our-blog-author, Kim Janine Ligon, whose Brand is: Spinning Romance and Suspense into Happy-Ever-Afters with her book, Abby's Gift.
Hey Kim, Thanks for joining us. Please tell us more about Abby's Gift and Yourself!
I should explain that he was a practicing attorney in Illinois where the story takes place. I was devastated. I didn’t know how to fix the plot and keep Janet out of jail. I was so disappointed, I didn’t even try to work on it. Three days later my husband came to me and handed me a sheaf of handwritten notes. He had taken the plot and revamped it to retain three-quarters of what I had written but keep Janet out of jail. I still had a lot of work to do, but he’d given me the all-important starting point. Maybe that’s why we have made a good team all these years. We just celebrated the fifty-second anniversary of our first date.
Here's a peek into Abby's Gift...
Tagline: The best gifts are not wrapped.
Blurb: At age twenty-five, Janet Marshall returns to the small town where she lived as a foster child. There, she reconnects with childhood friends and has a job she enjoys. But something is missing. After Abby, Janet’s college roommate, calls to arrange a weekend visit, Janet soon discovers her old friend is frightened and running from something—or someone. Without warning, Abby is gone as suddenly as she appeared but leaves something for her trusted friend. Can Janet find it in her heart to reconstruct her life and embrace this gift?
Excerpt: Throughout the night, Janet tossed and turned, sat up, fluffed her pillow, then fell back into a nightmare riddled sleep. In the dark dream, Abby was screaming. Aurora was crying. A huge, dark-haired man was pummeling her friend. Swearing she was his, Kirby Castor was trying to kidnap the child. As if she were paralyzed, Janet stood by helplessly watching the drama unfold.
What was that sound?
Janet sat straight up in bed. A child was crying at the top of its lungs just like in her nightmare—only this wasn’t part of her dream. She was awake—almost. And the child continued to wail.
Where was Abby? Was she intentionally not calming Aurora down? Some kind of new parenting nonsense? How could she sleep through this racket or ignore the crying?
Janet got up and put on her robe and slippers, then walked into the living room. The little girl was standing up in the middle of the playpen, red-faced and screaming bloody murder, and pulling on the sides of the crib. The smell of urine and poop assaulted Janet’s nose. Why would Abby leave her daughter standing in her own waste? Where was she?
