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Saturday, May 30, 2020

#SaturdaySpotlight is on T.I. Lowe & Beach Haven!

Good Morning!

Welcome to the last Saturday Spotlight in May 2020. Today's guest visited with us last month and shared insight into the writing of her book. Today we get a sneak peek into the story itself....

Free-spirited Opal Gilbert seems to have everything she needs to keep living a happy life in Sunset Cove as she refurbishes vintage furniture to sell at her funky ocean-side boutique, Bless This Mess. Until Lincoln Cole, a new-to-town ex-Marine nursing deep wounds and harboring hurts he can’t seem to shake, wanders into her shop. Opal knows a person in need when she sees one and offers Lincoln a job in her workshop. But the brooding former soldier has no interest in Opal’s offer. Thanks but no thanks.

But then a hurricane strikes, damaging Bless This Mess. Feeling guilty for how he treated Opal, Lincoln decides to help her repair the store. And soon it becomes clear Opal wants to restore not only her business, but also help Lincoln find restoration. As much as Lincoln tries to keep her at arm’s length, Opal’s well-meaning meddling begins to heal his wounds . . . and capture his heart almost before he realizes it.

Weaving through a jungle of the most outlandish antiques he’d ever come across, Lincoln Cole was dumbfounded and intrigued all at once. Surrounded by unusually dressed pieces of furniture, he did a three-sixty and scratched at the scruff on his cheek. The scruff indicated he was more than a few days past needing a shave, but the rebellion that had taken root in him since the injury he sustained in Syria had overruled grooming protocol that morning. Waking up from the recurring nightmare often left him too raw to focus on such mundane things. At least he had managed a shower and a fresh change of clothes.

Whimsical feminine humming somehow found its way to him as he suppressed the limp wanting to reside in his left leg while hobbling another few steps forward. Although it was a sunny day in late September, his leg was telling him the pleasant weather wouldn’t last for very long.

Nothing good ever lasts long . . .

Lincoln huffed in frustration over his own thoughts and stood semi-hidden in a section of old desks. He cast his gaze upward and blinked a few times. Various tables and chairs were suspended from the ceiling. A few had been converted into light fixtures, while the rest of them looked like they were being held hostage by thick cables.

“Good morning,” a cheery voice came from behind him. “Welcome to Bless This Mess.”

Keeping his focus on the ceiling, Lincoln spoke the first thing to flicker through his mind. “Is that even safe?” He pointed to the pieces of furniture that appeared to be floating above their heads.

“Oh yes. Code inspectors have deemed my mess safe.”

The woman’s teasing voice finally had Lincoln turning in her direction. Peering at him from the other side of a wooden hutch that had been transformed into a bath vanity was a sprite of a woman with the wildest head of golden-red curls he’d ever seen. The tips were lighter as if the sun had reached down and stolen the color. She closely resembled the mosaic fairy he’d seen on the outside of the building.
Clearing his throat, he offered a curt “Good.”

A smile began to blossom across the lively woman’s face as she smoothed some kind of flowy blouse with her petite hand, causing a gaudy collection of bracelets to clang against one another.

Lincoln assessed her as he’d been trained to do in the military. He measured her no bigger than a minute and figured he could apprehend her with one hand tied behind his back, but he considered those big green eyes of hers and cataloged them as her secret weapon. They sparkled, but that wasn’t what set off the warning bells. No, those eyes were watching him way too closely and had already seen way more than they should. Assessment complete, he began to slowly back away.

“I have the perfect piece for you.” She held an index finger in the air, halting his attempted retreat. She skipped off in the opposite direction, sending the spirals of soft red-and-blonde hair into a dance. “I’m Opal, by the way,” she said quickly over her shoulder.

She disappeared from sight, but he could hear the banging and clattering from his two o’clock, giving away her location. “I didn’t come here for furniture.”

“Oh, that’s okay. This piece was meant for you, nonetheless, so I insist on you taking it.” Her grunts came from the back and sounded like she was struggling with something.

Sighing, Lincoln looked heavenward at the craziness on the ceiling one last time before walking through the maze to find her. He stopped cold in his tracks when he found her sitting on a soldier’s footlocker.

“I found this on a junking trip last year.” Opal smoothed her tiny hand over the thick gray cushion that had been fitted on the top. It reminded Lincoln of a military-issue wool coat. “For some reason, I just knew it needed to be transformed into a bench seat. Possibly for an entry piece where someone can sit and remove or put on their shoes. Or maybe at the foot of a bed.” She swung her feet back and forth, looking like a little kid. Flip-flops peeked from the edges of her fraying bell-bottom jeans each time her legs swayed forward.

Not letting himself get caught in the confusing inquiry of where she found such an odd pair of jeans, Lincoln crossed his arms and regarded the piece suspiciously. “Why’d you make it so tall?” His eyes dropped to the thick wooden spindles she’d used for the legs. They were painted a neutral gray to coordinate with the creamy beige used on the trunk. It was obvious she’d put a lot of thought into the piece, even re-stenciling the ID number along the front side in the same gray as the legs.

“I had a feeling the owner would need the extra leg space. What are you, six-four?” She gave him a swift once-over.

Six-five. “Close enough.”

She smirked like she had a secret. “If you’re not here for furniture, then what are you here for?”
Lincoln moved his eyes away from the peculiar woman and swept them over the menagerie of furniture pieces while rubbing a hand through his long brown hair. Haircuts were another ritual he’d allowed to die several months ago, right along with his military career.

After giving her question some thought, Lincoln answered honestly, “I’m not sure.” He turned and began moving through the rows as quick as his achy leg would carry him.

“You forgot your bench!” Opal called from behind him. “And you didn’t even introduce yourself!”
Her petitions did nothing to slow his already-sluggish getaway. He didn’t stop until he was piled back into his Jeep and heading down the beachfront road.

“Smooth, Cole. Real smooth.” He groaned and released one tight-fisted pound against the steering wheel. Between the throb in his knee and the unsettling encounter with the store’s owner, all he wanted to do was go back to his beach cottage and hide from the feeling that he didn’t fit anywhere anymore. The doctors had done the best they could with his knee, putting enough hardware in his leg for him to be considered part cyborg, but no bolt or pin could put his destroyed life back together.

Tonya “T. I.” Lowe is a native of coastal South Carolina. She attended Coastal Carolina University and the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga, where she majored in psychology but excelled in creative writing. In 2014, Tonya independently published her first novel, Lulu’s Café, which quickly became a bestseller. Now the author of twelve published novels with hundreds of thousands of copies sold, she knows she’s just getting started and has many more stories to tell. She resides near Myrtle Beach with her family. Connect with her on her Author PageT.I. Lowe’s Website   Instagram   Twitter (@TiLowe) and Facebook  Get a copy of Beach Haven at Tyndale, Amazon OR wherever books are sold.

WONDERFUL excerpt Tonya! Thank you for sharing. Good luck and God's blessings with your new series.

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Until next time, take care and God bless.

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

#WednesdayWordswithFriends welcomes Idabelle Aylor!

Good Morning Friends!

Well, we've made it to the last week of May. Many states are beginning to open up for business - though I'd venture to say "as usual" is not the case and won't be for quite sometime, if ever. We've heard of several local businesses who are permanently closed due to the financial strain this virus has had on the economy. My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone who is personally affected in any way by Covid-19!

Enough about that though. Idabelle Aylor is brand new to our blog so please show her a huge, warm WELCOME and let's see what she has to say today.....

Image by JulieAnne van der Lek @ Pixabay
When I opened my personal Facebook account the other day it showed me a memory from six years ago. I don’t usually re-post those but this one, this one was special, so I had to save it. Just to get the ball rolling, have any of you ever had an attack rooster? Yep, that’s right, an attack rooster. Apparently, it’s not as uncommon as I first thought. But, for my family, it was a brand-new experience.

Let me start off by saying that this Rhode Island Red rooster was hand fed strawberries, apples, and whatever other fruit happened to be handy, from the time it was a chick until it was given to us by an acquaintance. OK, in our defense, we did hand feed him fruit from time to time but we needed him to be our hens’ rooster, their guardian, their protector! He had it made at our place, free range of all the acreage, hens, endless bugs, and that wasn’t even the least of it.

So, we get him home and we’re all excited for our new addition to the family. Everything was great...until...it wasn’t anymore. No one is quite sure what went wrong in his little head, except maybe...puberty? Our son said maybe the rooster, Red was his name, was angry with us for not hand feeding him like he was accustomed to. Mmm, maybe. But, whatever it was that triggered him, it set him off good.

It started one day when I went out for a run. It was a nice morning and felt good to be out. I walked down our driveway toward the road and, before putting on my headphones, I heard quickly approaching footsteps from behind. Turning to see what was behind me, I saw Red, running full force on his little chicken legs, toward me. I thought he was coming to say ‘hi’ so I talked real nice to him. I quickly realized the error in my assumption as he flew at me, spurs readied. He got me really good a couple times before I picked up a stick and swung it at him. He left me alone then but wasn’t done terrorizing the family.

After a few weeks, when everyone had had a run in with the rooster, and the kids had learned to listen and beware, you could walk outside and see the sides of the driveway were littered with sticks, waiting to be used as protection against the rogue Rhode Island Red rooster named Red.

Of course, we all laugh at the memories of it now, but at the time, it was almost scary to hear those fast little chicken feet coming up behind you in such a frenzy. 

Idabelle Aylor is a small-town girl who has done big town things during her life. Since she was a girl, people watching and family stories have gotten her creative juices flowing like mad, and because of that she’s had stories brewing in her head, fighting to get out and down on paper, since she can remember. When she isn’t curled up on the couch, or porch swing, or in her little trailer named ‘Story’ writing her next greatest work of art, she’s hanging with her best friend/husband and her crazy kiddos.

Find her books by visiting her Amazon Author Page.

Wow...I know what you mean about being chased/attacked by a rooster, Idabelle! I remember the fear and pain myself.

Thanks for sharing your story with us. We wish you the BEST of luck and God's blessings with your writing.

Hope you enjoyed today's post friends. Don't forget to leave a comment - I'll be drawing for my monthly gift card giveaway next week!

Until next time take care and God bless.

Saturday, May 23, 2020

#SaturdaySpotlight is on D. V. Stone & Rock House Grill!

Good Morning from North Toledo Bend State Park!

Yep, while you're reading this I'm probably out fishing LOL. I'm not going to get all cocky though ;-) I'll just turn the spotlight on today's guest.

I introduced D. V. Stone to you last month as a new to me author and she shared inspiration and ideas with us on Wednesday Words with Friends. Today, we get a peek into her book, Rock House Grill published by The Wild Rose Press.

Take it away, D. V!

One man’s choices—One woman’s impact

Aden House, successful but driven chef and TV personality, refuses to slow down. His life implodes one night, damaging him both physically and emotionally. He's rescued by a woman he thinks of as his angel.

Shay McDowell has rebuilt her life after her divorce. She juggles volunteer EMT duties and her job, while dreaming of becoming a chef. She finds her way to Rock House Grill and back into the life of the man she helped save.

Can love be the ingredient needed to survive the many obstacles they face?

Excerpt: “Easy, you’re going to be okay.” A soft voice eased through the chaos around him. The owner of the voice grabbed his arms and held them in a firm but gentle grip. “I’m right here with you. You are not alone.” 

“Can hardly m-move.” His voice slurred. “C-can’t see anything.” 

“You’ve been in an accident. I’m an EMT with the ambulance squad,” the velvety voice calmly explained. “You can’t see well because we’re under a tarp. Hold still, okay?” 

“‘K.” A small light flickered at the edge of his vision. It shone into a bag next to him. Penlight. 

“You’re restrained to a board. It’s to keep your head from moving and causing more injury.” She continued to talk to him. The voice reached down somewhere inside him, calming and peaceful, so he focused on it. A glow from spotlights on the outside lit whatever covered them. The shadow gave the woman the appearance of a halo—like an angel.

Born in Brooklyn, D.V. Stone has moved around a bit and even lived for a time on a dairy farm in Minnesota before moving back east. Throughout her wandering, she always considered herself a Jersey Girl. She met and married the love of her life, Pete—a lifelong Jersey Man, and moved this time to Sussex County.  They live with Hali, a mixed breed from the local shelter and their cat Baby.

D.V.’s career path varied from working with the disabled to become a volunteer EMT, which in turn led to working in hospital emergency rooms and then in a women's state prison. After a few years, she took a break from medicine and became the owner of Heavenly Brew, a specialty coffee shop in Sparta NJ, and a small restaurant in Lafayette. Life handed some setbacks, and she ended up back in the medical field, but this time in a veterinary emergency hospital. 

During the poor economy, she was laid–off from a long-time position she cared about. Devastated, D.V. wondered what to do with her life. Finding comfort in her love of reading, she realized it was now time to follow her dream of writing. It's been a long road but worth every minute of it. Now a published author, she also works in a people medical office again.

Find out more about D. V. by visiting and connecting with her on  her  Website  Facebook   Twitter     Instagram    Pinterest     Bookbub      Goodreads    Amazon Author Page   Welcome to the Campfire Blog  and sign up for her Newsletter

“Thank you for taking the time to read about me. Each time you open the pages to one of my books, I hope you'll be swept away by the story and find encouragement in your own life, never to give up on hope.” ~ D.V. Stone

THANK YOU, D.V., for sharing your book with us today. We certainly wish you the best of luck and God's blessings with your writing career!

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Until next time, take care and God bless.

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

#WednesdayWordswithFriends Welcomes Alicia Dean @Alicia_Dean_ !!

Good Morning Friends and a Blessed Day to you ALL!

Tomorrow I'm heading out for a camping trip. We'd planned on going up to the lake in March/April until this Covid crap shut the parks down. They re-opened last week so off we go. Never fear though, Saturday Spotlight will still go on.

Today's guest has visited with us often in the past, so please welcome Alica Dean back as she shares some words with us on family relationships.....

This past weekend, I was in Grand Prairie, Texas visiting my daughter (Lacey) who moved there over a year ago. The weekend was extra special because my other daughter (Lana) and my son (Presley) were there as well. I rented an Airbnb, and my son stayed with me. My middle child, the one who lives in Texas, hung out with us all weekend. My eldest daughter was only there for the evening on Saturday.

Want to know what was so special about it? (Besides the fact that it rained all weekend, which is perfect weather in my opinion, and my children feel the same…yes, we are odd. LOL!) My oldest and youngest child have been estranged from my middle child, and we hadn’t all four been together in at least a few years. Lacey is an addict. She’s thirty-four, and we have been through hell as a family because of her struggle with addiction. Thank God, she is clean now. Has been for just over a year. It took some time for her brother and sister to come around. They were afraid to trust that she’d really changed. I can understand that. She’d manipulated us so many times before, and we ended up having our trust betrayed, over and over. As a mom, I could never turn my back on her. I tried to practice tough love from time to time, but I couldn’t really release her to the wilds and take a chance on her ending up dead in the streets. It was difficult, but I’m glad I hung in there. There was a time I thought I’d lost her, but she’s good now. All three of my kids are good now. I heard a saying a while back… 

“A mother is only as happy as her unhappiest child.” I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a truer statement.

If you’re going through something similar, don’t give up hope. But please don’t enable, either. I’m afraid I did my fair share of that, which likely only prolonged her drug usage. An addict or an alcoholic usually will not get help until they’ve reached rock bottom. It sounds like a cliché, but it’s so true. It takes literally having no other choice and them knowing they will die if they don’t get clean and sober. If you are going through this, I’m sorry. Stay strong and, if you believe in prayer, pray. There is always hope. This is a pic of my three children, but not from this weekend. I didn’t even think to take pictures, but I wish I had. I’ll be sure to take some next time. :-)

Alicia Dean began writing stories as a child. At age 10, she wrote her first ever romance (featuring a hero who looked just like Elvis Presley, and who shared the name of Elvis’ character in the movie, Tickle Me), and she still has the tattered, pencil-written copy. Alicia is from Moore, Oklahoma and now lives in Edmond. She has three grown children and a huge network of supportive friends and family. She writes mostly contemporary suspense and paranormal, but has also written in other genres, including a few vintage historicals. 

Other than reading and writing, her passions are Elvis Presley, MLB, NFL (she usually works in a mention of one or all three into her stories) and watching (and rewatching) her favorite televisions shows like Ozark, The Walking Dead, Dexter, Justified, Sons of Anarchy, Haven, Vampire Diaries, and The Originals. Some of her favorite authors are Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Stephen King, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and Jonathan Kellerman…to name a few.

Find Alicia Here:

Email: Alicia@AliciaDean.com
Twitter: @Alicia_Dean_
Instagram: AliciaDeanAuthor

Alicia's latest release, Precarious, part of the Martini Club 4 1940's series, along with the other books in this series - Pampered by Kathy L Wheeler, Perilous by Amanda McCabe and Priceless by Krysta Scott can be purchased at Amazon.

SO happy everyone got to spend that quality time together, Alicia! Hope you enjoyed today's post, friends and that you'll check back weekly for Wednesday Words with Friends and Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time take care and be blessed.

Saturday, May 16, 2020

#SaturdaySpotlight is on Andrea Boeshaar & Too Deep for Words!

Good Morning!

It is a soggy one here in SW Louisiana as we brace for a couple more days of rain.  Our state is easing into re-opening and everyone has to stay inside due to weather. UGH.Alas that's how it normally goes this time of year as hurricane season barrels down upon us. Anyway, enough about that.

Today's guest has visited before, Andrea Boeshaar has shared Words with us and been in our Spotlight so please welcome her back with book 2 in her Shenandoah Valley Saga.

Carrie Ann Collier has been a newlywed for nineteen blissful days—as blissful as life can be in the midst of the War Between the States. But all too soon her happiness is shattered when her beloved husband goes missing in battle.

Lost in sorrow, Carrie doesn’t know where to turn. People close to her insist she’s a widow. No one believes her claims that Peyton is alive—no one except her sister Margaret. Together, she and Margaret embark on a dangerous journey to Richmond, posing as two single women on their way to visit to their cousin’s home. They procure the necessary passes and obtain an escort. While in Richmond, Carrie hopes for some answers. She feels certain that Peyton was taken prisoner and resides in rat-infested Libby Prison.

After arriving in Richmond, Carrie is reacquainted with Lieutenant Colonel Elijah Kent, her husband’s best friend, despite their political differences. Eli is also the executor of Peyton’s estate. He promises to aid in Carrie’s search. However, when he turns up nothing. Eli manages to convince her that Peyton was killed in the battle in Middletown. He was there, and even wounded by the same cannon fire that took Peyton’s life.

At long last, Carrie accepts the fact that Peyton is in the hands of the Lord Jesus Christ.

As the weeks pass, Carrie and Margaret settle into life in Richmond with their cousin and his wife. Due to her cousin’s prodding, Carrie and Eli are thrown together time and again. She finds herself falling for Eli and she’s torn in two, being a recent widow and now developing strong feelings for Eli. Truth be told, she’d spent more time with Eli than with Peyton.

Then just when she thought her shattered heart might be on the mend, her cover as a single woman is revealed by the jealous daughter of a friend. Carrie and Margaret could be hanged as spies. With Eli’s help, they flee the Confederate Capitol.

Once safely on Union soil, Carrie learns three pieces of news that will change her life forever!


Carrie crossed the foyer and entered the study where Aunt Ruth was engaged in polite conversation with the general over the lovely October weather.
            However, as soon as Carrie closed the door, the commander’s placid expression vanished. “Please sit, ladies. We have much to discuss.”
            The general reclaimed his seat and Aunt Ruth took the matching leather armchair. Carrie selected the small side chair, moving it into the circle of three. Collecting her skirts in shaking fingers, she seated herself in proper fashion.
            “First, I will address Mrs. Collier’s message.” General Sheridan’s eyes were midnight black and he spoke from behind a thick, curling beard. “You have my word, Major Tucker will be punished for neglecting his duties.”
            “Sir”—Carrie clasped her hands tightly—“it goes far beyond neglect.”
            She’s right, General.” Aunt Ruth relayed the sordid account of the young Confederate who lost both legs to amputation—when one of them was perfectly good.
            “That is a disgrace!” Sheridan slammed his right fished into his left palm. “The Union army has no use for officers of such ill caliber. Why, General Ramseur was wounded yesterday and he was brought behind our lines and cared for at Belle Grove. The surgeons did everything in their power to save his life.”
            “Is General Ramseur dead?” At Sheridan’s slight nod, Carrie’s heart sank. Stephen Dodson Ramseur, “Dod” to his friends, was a hero in the Shenandoah Valley. Living in Confederate Woodstock, she had heard all the tales of his daring. “What a shame.” She caught Aunt Ruth’s troubled regard. “But it’s good to know that the Union doctors threated a Confederate general to the best of their abilities. We cannot say the same about Major Tucker.”
            “He will suffer the consequences of his actions. Believe me.” The general’s additional promise was enough for Carrie. An ounce of tension left her shoulders. “And now some hard news, I’m afraid.” Sheridan’s dark eyes rested on Carrie and she held her breath. “Mrs. Collier, your husband and his men were heroes during yesterday’s battle. They bought the Union army time to regroup from what began as a devastating rout. Once we re-formed our lines, we had little trouble overpowering the enemy.”
            “And Peyton?” Carrie whispered, fearing the worst. Her eyes clouded with unshed tears.
“He’s missing, Mrs. Collier, and presumed dead.”

Andrea Kuhn Boeshaar is a Wisconsin author of over 40 books with ONE MILLION COPIES SOLD! The three components in all of her stories are faith, family, and forever relationships. She also blogs and writes devotionals and magazine articles with the hope of encouraging readers wherever they are in their spiritual journeys.

Find out more by connecting with Andrea on her Website and Facebook. Be sure to check out Discover the Story where Andrea interviews authors about the story behind their books. Find Andrea's books on Amazon.

Now for a special note from Andrea.....

Dear Readers,

Thank you for stopping in for this week’s Saturday Spotlight. I’m pleased to announce that the long-awaited third book in my Shenandoah Valley Series will be released on July 6th – my husband’s birthday. You can preorder it now! Simply log on to Amazon.com and search for “There Is A Season.” You may have to put in my last name as well. While the book is in pre-order status, the price is $0.99!!!! After July 6th, the price goes up to $4.99 for the e-book and $9.99 for the paperback. 

Thank you for your support. I love my readers!

Hope you enjoyed today's post and that you'll check back each week for Wednesday Words with Friends and Saturday Spotlight.

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Until next time, take care and God bless.

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

#WednesdayWordswithFriends welcomes LoRee Peery!

Good Morning!

Even though I may be hosting a guest each week, I try to say a few words about what's going on in my life at the time also. On Saturday, I mentioned I was at my son's house since TX had opened the LA borders. Well, our state is entering phase 1 of reopening but to tell you the truth, I'm not overly anxious to be around crowds just yet. I am looking forward to camping though (the State and National parks/campgrounds have been closed - which never made sense to me - they could have easily monitored them - but that's a whole other post LOL!)

ANYWAY, as our country begins to ease up on Covid19 restrictions, I pray you'll continue to be safe and take care of yourself and your loved ones!

Enough about that... Our guest today has visited often over the years but it has been a while so please give LoRee Peery a huge shout-out: WELCOME LoRee!

Often the question, “What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?” comes up during a Q and A interview.

My quirk changes with each story. Every single time, I overuse a phrase or specific word during the course of a writing project. What’s interesting is that it’s usually a different word or phrase than I’ve redundantly used before.

Writers have a list of what we call weasel words, often a form of the passive “to be.” Mine have been going to, just, instead, sure, such. In the case of Repurposed, the word was looked, which happens to be a verb.

I just sigh once I see what I’ve used over and over. In my recently finished Christmas novella, I discovered that I used “it” way too much, so I went through the story and plugged in the nouns the pronoun represented.

Uh oh. “It was” popped up in Repurposed. (Thank you, extra pair of eyes!) What was? Sigh. How passive is that?

I try to remember to pray, but often I jump right in where I left off the day before and realize later what those nuisance words are. Other eyes on my work are vital because different things jump out to different people. Still, I’ll find words in the galleys or a finished project that were overused. It’s easy to sit in my study chair and feel embarrassed. But writers need humility. We keep learning as we persevere.

BIO: Nebraska country girl LoRee Peery writes fiction that hopefully appeals to adult readers who enjoy stories written from a Christian perspective, focusing on the romance. These include novels and novellas for women and men in the Contemporary, Romance, Historical, Time Travel, and Mystery/Suspense categories. She writes of redeeming grace with a sense of place. Her Frivolities Series and the book based on her father’s unsolved homicide, Touches of Time, are available on Amazon. She is who she is by the grace of God: Christian, country girl, wife, mother, grandmother and great-, sister, friend, and author. Connect with LoRee through these links: www.loreepeery.com



Find her publications at Pelican http://tinyurl.com/kwz9enk

And Amazon https://www.amazon.com/LoRee-Peery/e/B004UAGL2W/ref

Repurposed can be found at Amazon. Check out this great blurb!

Talia Ashby is a perfectionistic data analyst who, on occasion, sees her “fat” self when she looks in the mirror. As a svelte former obese girl, she reunites with her secret teen crush, now a pastor in the church she attends.

Cooper Valiant is dazzled upon meeting a high school friend he doesn’t immediately recognize due to her drastic weight loss. Since his sister had an eating disorder, he’d often felt empathy toward Talia as classmates teased and bullied her. In his pastorate position, he asks her to help girls in the youth group come to grips with body-image.

While working with the girls, Talia's recollections of youthful hurts stir up past insecurities. She must reassess her spiritual journey, and what bothers her in the present.

Added to the mix are her reawakened emotions toward the man who once came to her rescue. Will their joint journey include a personal relationship?

THANKS LoRee for sharing with us today. We certainly wish you the best of luck and God's blessings with your new book!

Hope you enjoyed today'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.

Saturday, May 9, 2020

#SaturdaySpotlight is on Andy Zach & Secret Supers AudioBook!

Good Morning from Nacogdoches, TX!

Yep, I drove up on Thursday to visit my son after TX opened the borders on or about May 1st. Since I hadn't seen him since Christmas and Thursday (7th) was his birthday and tomorrow is Mother's Day, we figured this was a good weekend to visit.

On Wednesday I hosted my first audiobook tour and I've scheduled them further apart through the next few months, but this time you're getting two in the same week LOL!

Please welcome, Andy Zach and Secret Supers on tour through.....

Plugging you into the audio community since 2016.
Sign up as a tour host here.

Author: Andy Zach

Narrator: Luke Castle

Length: 3 hours 3 minutes

Publisher: Jule Inc.

Released: Jan. 6, 2020

Genre: Middle Grade; Science Fiction

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

#WednesdayWordswithFriends welcomes Pete Harrison

Good Morning and Welcome,

Well, I just don't know what to say today except ... WOW we're in May already! This crazy Covid-19 crap is still wreaking havoc on many lives but I've decided (actually decided a long time ago) that I'm going to do my best to stay safe and obey restrictions but I refuse to live in fear. I understand the fears of many and I'm not passing judgement on anyone, this is my choice. My thoughts and prayers are with our front-line and other essential workers, our communities, states, nation and leaders.

Today is the first of (hopefully) many Audio Book Tours to come brought to us by Audio Book Worm Promotions. Ever since ABW set up my amazing tour with Tempered Hearts and Dreams, I realized I had yet to host audio books on my blog! That's changed now as I've signed up to be a host for ABW so please welcome Pete Harrison to our blog with his audio-book, The Girl from Whitfield Hall......

Audiobook Blog Tour: The Girl from Whitfield Hall by Pete Harrison

Author: Pete Harrison

Narrator: Christine Rendel

Length: 5 hours 14 minutes

Publisher: Pete Harrison

Released: Nov. 14, 2019

Genre: Mystery

Saturday, May 2, 2020

#SaturdaySpotlight is on Robert Herold & The Eidola Project!

Good Morning and Welcome!

Lot's of states are lifting their stay-home orders but still strongly encouraging continued precautions (wearing masks, social distancing, washing hands often, etc). Although I'm ready for things to get back to normal, I believe we'll have a whole new idea of what that means to us individually, as residents in our towns, cities, states and as a nation as a whole. Whether you're fed up or scared silly, please be smart and be safe!

Today's guest was brand new to me and our blog last month when he shared some words with us, but before I spotlight Robert Herold and his book I'd like to announce the monthly gift card giveaway winner for April.....(drum roll please).......

Kara O'Neal! 

Now without much further ado, please welcome Robert Herold back with a peek into his novel, The Eidola Project....

The Eidola Project is recruiting. Dare to join them?

It's 1885 and a drunk and rage-filled Nigel Pickford breaks up a phony medium's séance. A strange twist of fate soon finds him part of a team investigating the afterlife.

The Eidola Project is an intrepid group of explorers dedicated to bringing the light of science to that which has been feared, misunderstood, and often manipulated by charlatans. They are a psychology professor, his assistant, an African-American physicist, a sideshow medium, and now a derelict, each possessing unique strengths and weaknesses.

Called to the brooding Hutchinson Estate to investigate rumored hauntings, they encounter deadly supernatural forces and a young woman driven to the brink of madness.
Will any of them survive?

Sarah retrieved the lamp and twisted the peg. The outhouse door swung open on its own, and she gasped.

“Momma?” Sarah asked as she held out her lantern. No. A ruined version of Molly stood in the doorway.

Before her disappearance, people often commented on the sixteen-year-old’s beauty, but in the last twenty-eight days birds pecked out her pretty blue eyes, and maggots now swam in the sockets. Molly’s head hung to the left at an odd angle. Her skin looked mottled with patches of gray, blue, and black. A beetle crawled out of Molly’s half-opened mouth and darted back in.

Sarah’s heart leaped to her throat, and she jumped back. She lost her footing, fell onto the outhouse seat, and dropped the lantern to the floor. She bent to retrieve it; thankful the glass globe did not break. Sarah looked up and saw an empty doorway.

Impossible, she told herself. Must’ve dozed off, had a nightmare, and woke up when I dropped the lamp. Her heart still pounded in her chest, and Sarah took a deep breath to calm herself.

Holding the lamp before her once more, she crept out…

Oh my goodness, Robert...I knew your book was horror but .... SHUDDER.... LOL!

If you love horror novels, friends, The Eidola Project is published by The Wild Rose Press and can be purchased at Amazon and B&N. Watch the book trailer HERE (if you dare LOL!)

The supernatural always had the allure of forbidden fruit, ever since Robert Herold’s mother refused to allow him, as a boy, to watch creature features on late night TV. She caved in. (Well, not literally.)

As a child, fresh snow provided him the opportunity to walk out onto neighbors’ lawns halfway and then make paw prints with his fingers as far as he could stretch. He would retrace the paw and boot prints, then fetch the neighbor kids and point out that someone turned into a werewolf on their front lawn. (They were skeptical.)

He has pursued many interests over the years (among them being a history teacher and a musician), but the supernatural always called to him. You could say he was haunted. Finally, following the siren’s call, he wrote The Eidola Project, based on a germ of an idea he had as a teenager.

Ultimately, he hopes the book gives you the creeps, and he means that in the best way possible.

Robert is Paranormal Romance Guild's 2019 Reader's Choice 2nd place Winner and a contributor to the charity anthology Australia Burns volume 3. All three volumes are the product of authors, editors and our publisher donating their efforts for the victims of the wildfires in Australia. All profits will go the Australian Red Cross. Volume three contains SF, paranormal, and horror stories!

Find out more and connect with Robert through his Website, on Facebook and/or Twitter.

Hope you enjoyed the sneak peek into Robert's book folks. Be sure to leave a comment and enter into my monthly gift card giveaway!

Until next time, take care, be safe and God bless.