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Saturday, January 30, 2021

#SaturdaySpotlight is on Kara O'Neal @KaraONealAuthor & The Editor's Kisses

Good Morning!

Wow. Can you believe we're at the end of January already? I guess time does really fly - whether you're having fun or not LOL!

Today's guest is no stranger to our blog so please welcome Kara O'Neal back with The Editor's Kisses, the latest release in her Pike's Run series....

I’m so excited to tell y’all about my latest release, The Editor’s Kisses! I really enjoyed writing this book because I got to delve into one of my favorite families from Pike’s Run – the Forrester’s – a family of 5 daughters. Yes, FIVE daughters.

Plus, we get a “true love’s kiss” moment. And I adore those so much! 

I had to do a lot of research for this book. I had to learn how to operate a printing press, which was quite interesting. I learned that the type – or letters – are contained in a case. Which is more like a cabinet of drawers than a briefcase. The capital letters were stored in the upper section, and non-capital in the lower section.

And this is how we began dubbing letters “upper case” and “lower case”. Isn’t that cool? I loved learning that!

Writing historicals can be a lot of work, but when you throw true love into the mix, the story comes alive! The Editor’s Kisses is a romance of heart and courage. Of risk-taking. Stephen and Constance take risks in love and in life. And they become better people for it…

A budding suffragette agrees to a fake courtship with the editor for a job…not love.

One kiss changes the whole game…

Constance Forrester is a suffragette determined to change society. When Stephen Dawson, her school chum, starts a newspaper, she asks Stephen to take a risk and employ her as a journalist.

Stephen immediately turns her down. But his interactions with Constance have made the town princess, Madeline Talbut, curious. Stephen has loved Madeline for years, and he concocts a plan: enter into a fake courtship with Constance, and in return, Constance can be a journalist for his newspaper.

It’s a chance Constance can't pass up. So what if she has to attend parties and withstand Stephen's heart-melting kisses? A suffragette must forge through barriers, but when Stephen changes the game, Constance finds herself the object of the editor's desire…


Setting: The Talbut Parlor

The Problem: An annoying parlor game

Madeline’s spinning of Constance was a little rough, but Stephen held his tongue. When their hostess let go, Constance fumbled for a moment before Stephen raised himself up and yanked her into his lap.

The shouts of excitement and delight that went around the room nearly deafened him. People playfully called out “cheater”, but Stephen didn’t care, especially when Constance whisked off her mask and looked immensely relieved to see he’d successfully caught her.

They headed to the closet without fuss. Constance almost looked as if she was dying to climb inside. She probably wanted to get the farce over with.

Once they were squeezed into the confining space, with their chests pressed together in a way Stephen had only fantasized about, she said, “Thank you. I don’t know what I would have done—”

He covered her mouth with his hand, having dislodged it from his side. Then he leaned near her ear. “They might be able to hear us,” he whispered.

She flinched.

He lowered his arm, and she let out a slow breath. He wished he could see her face. For more reasons than to satisfy his worry she was all right.

He did everything he could to ignore the touch of her body along his front. He tried not to remember how she looked, how her eyes lit up, how her expression sharpened when she was interested in something. Why had he watched her all night? 

But he knew. He knew very well. She was captivating. Intriguing. And so damned lovely.

Why was he having feelings for her? Wasn’t his love for Madeline strong enough to withstand attraction for another woman? But if it was, he would be in the closet with his hostess and not the lady he pretended to the world held his fancy.

He had to kiss her. He had to discover if this attachment was real. Besides, if he didn’t kiss her, everyone would wonder why. And for some strange reason, he needed every fellow out there to understand Constance Forrester was his. He closed his eyes and realized his attitude was no better than a caveman’s. But the need to possess and brand raced through him without pause, and he couldn’t fathom how to check it. Except to kiss her and get her out of his system once and for all.

“Constance,” he uttered. “I’m gonna kiss you.”

She flinched again.

“I won’t hurt you, I swear it. But if I don’t kiss you…they’ll all question us and our…attachment.” He was an ass. He was using their agreement to coax her into acquiescence, and while he knew it, and was ashamed of it, he continued. “It will only be for a second. I’ll just brush my lips with yours.”

In the darkness, he felt her slight nod against his chin. His heart pounded at her quiet surrender.

When she pulled back as far as the space would allow and lifted her head to his, heat slashed through him. He’d never needed a kiss as much as he needed hers.

 Madeline had kissed him. Once. Behind the schoolhouse when they were sixteen. And that moment hadn’t caused nearly the anticipation this one did.

He lowered his head and swallowed her gasp. It wasn’t a brush, even though he only set his lips on hers. It was a fire. A shot of whiskey that whipped through him and pooled in his gut. He deepened the connection, and she let him, sighing and sinking into him despite already being as close to him as he could get her.

He melted. He needed to move to the ground and cover her, press her down and make her his. He used his tongue, tasting her. She capitulated instantly and opened her mouth under his. He took what she allowed without hesitation as his free hand came up to grip her waist.

The damn closet was too small. His left hand was wedged between her side and the slender door. But though he couldn’t get his arms around her, he didn’t stop the kiss. It went on and on, stealing his breath, tightening his chest and making him doubt everything he’d ever known about his heart.

Rapid footsteps had him surging backward, and he knocked his head on the wall.

The door flew open, and cool air blasted his cheeks. He and Constance fell out of the space, their limbs tangling as they tried to right themselves.

Peals of laughter rung around them as Stephen reached out a hand to balance her. She latched on as if she didn’t want to let go, and his muscles vibrated with hope she had enjoyed the moment as he had.

It had taken less than a few seconds for him to realize kissing her had been the wrong thing to do. But also the most right, most perfect, most sound judgement he’d ever made in his life.

As those who’d crowded around the entrance to the kitchen went roaring with laughter back into the parlor, he gazed at Constance. And his world tilted.

Her flushed cheeks and bright eyes made his heart constrict with an emotion he was too afraid to name at the moment. But he knew what it was. He knew.

How in the devil had it happened? Was he a fool? A fickle man?

He swallowed. “Do you want to leave?”

And before his eyes, he witnessed a transformation that set his blood on fire. Determination changed her expression, and she lifted her chin.

“Certainly not. I’m quite all right, I assure you.” She gave a shake to her skirts. “We’ve a job to do, Stephen Dawson, and I’ll not let you down.”

She exited the kitchen with a swirl of satin, and he followed with less sure steps. She wouldn’t let him down, he knew it. But he feared he might disappoint her, for if she knew the direction of his thoughts, she would never forgive him. Constance Forrester had no time for any man. She had plans. Plans that didn’t include caring for the heart of the newspaper editor.

About KARA: Born and raised in Texas, I had to make the state the setting for my first series. From the food to the fun, like floating the rivers, it is the fire in my blood that inspires me. My family and friends take center stage in my books. My sisters and best friends are my heroines, and my husband created my favorite hero. Love and family are the point of my stories, and I seek to entertain, relieve stress, and inspire people. Books can take one on a journey that one can relive over and over. I am extremely grateful to those authors who did that very thing for me. I learned and I fell in love with their words and characters. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Find and Follow Kara at the following SM platforms....

Website –  www.karaoneal.com

Get your copy of The Editor's Kisses where all great E-books are sold and while you're at it, check out the other Pike's Run books.

This latest edition of the Pike's Run series sounds as lovely as the rest, Kara and we certainly wish you the best of luck and God's blessings with them.

Hope you enjoyed today's spotlight friends. Check back weekly for more great authors and books and be sure to visit on Wednesdays for Words from our Friends! I'll be participating in NN Light's Book Heaven's monthly giveaway all year (see sidebar). January's is almost over so enter today.

Until next time take care and God bless.

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

#WednesdayWordswithFriends welcomes DV Stone!

Good Morning!

Today's guest is no stranger to our blog so please welcome D. V. Stone back with some words about reading....

“I hate to read.”

Since I was little, books have been my favorite thing. My mom will tell you I never wrote in them or tore pictures. They were a treasure to me. When people say they don’t like to read, I believe they haven’t found the right books for them. At around 12 years old, my brother was one such. He said he hated reading. That it was so boring.

What’s a big sister to do? 

I saw what he had, books from school that were required reading. Tsk, some of those books had a lot of merits. I’d read some of them. I’ve also read books that bored me to tears but were the “must” read of the day. 

What’s a big sister to do?

Take it as a challenge. I thought about him. Who he was. What kind of television and movies he liked. So the book I chose for him had good vs. evil. Sort of a David and Goliath type of book. One with lots of conflicts. Interesting characters. Oh, and a dragon. Any ideas yet? 

Well, it’s been one of my inspirations books ever since I can remember. Have you been there and back again? Don’t let my questions dwarf your ideas. Can you see the answer through the Smaug? Ha, I bet you did.

Having trouble getting someone you love to read? I think you just have to find the right genre and type. Keep it simple. Keep it fun. So what if it’s a graphic novel. Some of those are great. 

My brother? He reads everything now. It was one tiny spark that lit a fire into his literary journey. 
Animals were what hooked me from the Pokey Little Puppy through Black Beauty and all the Misty books. Though I read and write across genres now, my heart still belongs in the Shire and on the island of Chincoteague. 

How about you? What spark lit yours?

The Agent Carter Series backstory

Several years ago, while enjoying a Christmas concert, my young nephew crawled over several laps to get to me. 

“Do you write books,” he asked.

I replied, “I do.”

“Then I want you to write one about me.” He propped his chin in his hand. “And I want to ride a motorcycle and have a long mustache.”


I never thought about being a writer of mid-grade books, but here we are at my second release. I hope you enjoy reading about Agent Carter and his cohorts. If you sign up for my newsletter, you can get the link to download the first Agent Sam Carter, The Mystery At Branch Lake

Join the gang in the second Agent Sam Carter series. Sam’s camping vacation is canceled. Strange happenings at the High Pointe Tower are going to take all his wits and skill to save the world from its latest threat. The convergence of the Dragon Aurora and volcanic eruption tears a hole between the dimensions trapping a paranormal creature on earth side. But as usual, nothing is as it first appears.

Available at AMAZON.

D. V. Stone is a multi-genre author, both traditional and independently published. A weekly blog host of Welcome to the Campfire and A Peek Through the Window. She reviews books and shares her favorites in a monthly newsletter.

D. V. is a full-time employee in a medical office, wife to an amazing husband, mother to one son, and not your average grandma to three beautiful grands. A woman of faith, she trusts and believes in God.

When not behind the wheel of my camper, 2Hoots—a 41 foot long 13.2 feet high 5th Wheel, she tools around Northern New Jersey in her white Camaro named Snowball. Her greatest pleasures are spending time outside with friends and family, cooking over the open fire, owls, and reading.

Hali, her rescue dog, always reminds everyone, “Woof, woof.” Which is loosely translated. Support your local animal rescue.


You can find out more about D. V. by following her on Social Media


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Rainbow Sprinkles

After the storm come the rainbows.

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Rock House Grill

One man’s choices. One woman’s Impact

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Felice, Shield-Mates of Dar

One foolish thought. One brutal act. Instead of a peaceful alliance––war.



Agent Sam Carter and the Mystery at Branch Lake

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Agent Sam Carter and the Mystery At High Pointe Tower

A Mid-grade paranormal

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Contributing Author

Australia Burns


I've loved to read as far back as I can remember, Donna! Thanks for sharing your story and your new book with us. We certainly wish you the best of luck and God's blessings.


Saturday, January 23, 2021

#SaturdaySpotlight is on Michelle Russell and Her Name is Hope!

Good Morning!

Today's guest is brand new to our blog and a brand new author so please welcome Michelle Russell with her book, Her Name is Hope....

My name is Michelle Russell and I currently live in Lake Charles, LA. I’m originally from a small rural community in Mississippi where money is scarce but love and family are abundant. 

 Writing has always been a passion of mine but never an option. Being a single mother, my time was spent working two and three jobs at a time, while trying to raise my three children. Writing was something I did in secret as my “release”. I never even considered it as my calling until recently. My children are now grown and for the first time in my life I have found this precious thing called ‘time’. I still work full-time and have a very busy schedule, but I have found that my passion for writing was still with me. One night I was sitting on my sofa channel surfing and finding nothing but numbing garbage on the television. The television shows were all either crime dramas, pure filth, or shows geared toward convincing us that its ok to sin as long as it suits yours or someone else’s agenda. This was unacceptable. I didn’t want to see or hear anything else that was advocating and glorifying sin. It was then a story came into my mind. I believe it was God telling me that it was up to me to create what it was I was searching for. It was so obvious that what I was looking for was what was already inside me. So I grabbed my laptop and just started writing. 

The story was about a young woman who had an abortion simply because having a child would have hindered her aspirations of success. However, she had waited too late for a conventional abortion and sought out a doctor who would perform a late term abortion. She found such a doctor. However, unbeknownst to her the abortion wasn’t successful. An assistant working in the clinic, Mia, finds the child in a trash bin with the remains of the other aborted babies. She had no money, no real family, and no real means of supporting this child, but she didn’t care. Mia had also been a discarded child and she would do everything to help this baby. She took the child and raised her as her own. Many years later the child would find her biological mother, but not in the way you might think. This reunion was a matter of life and death. The two are reunited and their lives are changed forever.

“Looking at Hope, she finally sees why. It is in that moment,  Myrtis’s words come back to her, All things work together for good to them that love God. Mia now knows that she had to be in all those places and go through all the horrible things in order for her to be standing where she is. Seeing Hope on that stage and the world listening to her story.

God was preparing her for her calling. He was placing her where she needed to be in order to save Hope. God needed her to send a message that would burn into the hearts of the world and make them see. He needed her to help save the world”

You can find and follow me by email at: monasmoments@gmail.com OR Message me on Facebook “Melinda Michelle Russell”

Get your copy of Her Name is Hope at AMAZON!

This sounds like an amazing story, Michelle! Good luck and God's blessings with it.


Wednesday, January 20, 2021

#WednesdayWordswithFriends - A Message from Me....

Good Morning Friends and Welcome!

If you listen to all of the voices vying for your attention we are either in the best of times, or the worst of times. But, how much of the 'best' or 'worst' is of our own making? In my years of spiritual seeking and (hopefully) growth, one thing I've learned is that we, as spiritual beings have more power than we know. Or, perhaps we're afraid of the power we do have.

Where is our power and from where does it come? 

The power is in our thoughts and words and comes from our God-given ability to choose!

Choose what? Life or Death.

Proverbs 18:21 says, "Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof."

Deuteronomy 30:19 says, "I call heaven and earth to record this day against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live."

On this day I challenge you to think about what you are thinking and saying! Consider your words, especially when it comes to the future of our nation!

Are you thinking, feeling, speaking fear and death, or hope and life? If the former, pray and ask God to help you have words and thoughts of the latter!

I know this may seem a simple, entirely too simple, way to have peace and make the most of what is happening in our government, but folks, IMHO it is the ONLY way!

Consider 2nd Chronicles 7:14: If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

The power is in our hands....in our mouth and in our vote and if you feel your vote didn't count or the election was stolen or whatever you believe, give it to God. Pray and meditate on His Word, His Promises and then live YOUR life in peace and in love and send peace and love to your family, your neighbors, your community, your state and our nation.

THIS is the only way our world will change.

Take care and God Bless America!


Saturday, January 16, 2021

#SaturdaySpotlight is on LoRee Peery @LoReePeery & Future of My Heart

Good Morning and Welcome!

Today's guest is not new to our blog. LoRee has shared many treasures, thoughts, words and books with us over the years. Back in August, she shared book 1 in her "Hearts Across Time" series. Today we get a peek into book two!

Nolan Riley can’t believe his eyes when woman in historical dress lands on top of his lighting van while they’re filming a Western. She claims she’s from 1891. He knows he shouldn't believe her. He’s stayed away from women after a disastrous relationship, but something about the lost look in Phoebe’s eyes makes him feel protective, despite his distrust of women and Phoebe's unbelievable claim. Against his better judgment, he takes Phoebe home and gets her a job on the movie set.

As they explore their relationship, they discover that old wrongs need to be righted before they can move on. Phoebe’s fledgling faith demands she go back to 1891 Nebraska to ask forgiveness from her family and obligations she left behind. Nolan has to deal with his inability to trust a woman. Separated by time, both are uncertain of their lives, but they throw themselves upon God’s mercy.
But love transcends time. Is their love is strong enough to secure a future together?

Excerpt: Washington County, Nebraska, 1891

Phoebe’s hand brushed into something gooey, which caused her to gag. She recoiled at the same time a chicken swooped off the roosting rod to the floor. The hen disappeared through the small door so fast Mandy stumbled to the side, enabling her to reach farther.

The touch of a smooth, foreign surface at last met her fingertips. She smiled in relief, and straightened, the prize held high.

“Don’t.” Mandy stepped near, holding out her hand. “Give me the cell phone, Phoebe.”

She tucked the phone at her side. “You got what you wanted. Now leave me alone.”

“Let’s not tell your mother what you’ve been doing in the coop. She’ll never understand. All she wants is for us to help pare apples and prepare a pie crust for our supper. What will I tell her if you disappear forever?”

“Simply tell Mother I’ve gone away to make a life of my own, a place God has planned for me. While I was visiting in Chicago, you settled in here on the ranch. Upon returning, I decided there’s not room for both of us. I don’t feel as though I belong any longer.” Mother would express bewilderment, but Phoebe couldn’t think about that now.

Mandy played with a stray lock of hair then tucked it under the straw hat that once belonged to Phoebe. “It’s far from my station to say this, but you are acting like a child.”

The usurper reached out her hand, but Phoebe scurried by to leave the building. She sucked in fresh air and fought to open the coop pen without letting loose the phone. Mandy had called her a child. Her parents’ circle may consider her the pampered only daughter of a prominent rancher, but would they pity her now that her very position had been replaced by the foreman’s bride from the future?

Phoebe’s fingers shook. The whole scenario frustrated her to the point of screaming. She hated the tears that threatened. She yanked on the gate.

Mandy brushed by Phoebe and opened it in one smooth swoop without fumbling over a simple gate latch.

Steaming now, Phoebe rushed away.

Mandy re-hooked the wire gate behind them, and then clutched Phoebe’s arm. Stop. Phoebe, please. I beg you. Give me the phone. You don’t know how dangerous it is.”

Phoebe paused. How could the cell phone be dangerous? Ready or not, she needed to push forward. Mandy had done that very thing by choosing to live in an earlier century. Phoebe turned. “No. I have to know how this thing works.”

Mandy shuffled her foot through the dirt. As good a person as the family considered her, Phoebe would never view Mandy as a sister-in-law, adopted or not.

“Fine. I’ll press every button on that thing, myself. You’ve taken my place in my own family. You’ve taken away the only man I love. Now it’s my turn to take something from you. I’m going back to your world, to make a new life for myself. And not you, nor Mother, nor Papa, or even Gavin, will ever be able to stop me.”

A pained expression clouded Mandy‘s face. She stepped forward, lifted off the straw hat, and shook her hair. “I’d be glad to help by listening. Can’t you wait?”

“I’m done waiting. Done listening to others telling me what to do.” Phoebe blew a gust of air and groaned inside. Her whole future was in question. She once knew where she was going, no matter if those in Mama and Papa’s social circle considered her encroaching the status of an old maid. She’d been waiting for a dream that went poof at Mandy’s arrival on the ranch.

For some reason beyond her, it no longer mattered that she’d lost Gavin to Mandy. “After I saw what city life was like in Chicago, I decided I want to visit the future of your time. Maybe become an actress.”

Mandy’s mouth opened, but she didn’t speak.

A twinge of remorse stuck Phoebe’s heart at the hurt and uncertainty her actions painted on Mandy’s face.

Had she not hood-winked Gavin into falling in love with her, had they met under different circumstances, Mandy might have been Phoebe’s friend. Curiosity increased as to where Mandy came from. Phoebe longed to discover the described amenities and fast-paced way of life in the future. She lowered her gaze and frowned at the edges of the cell phone. What made it work? So small, yet powerful enough to send Mandy back in time. Could it have the power to sail herself through to a forward time? She’d never considered herself so alone. A tremor scratched down her spine.

Mandy squeezed Phoebe’s arm, tried to grab the phone. “Stop all that fiddling with the buttons.”

Phoebe snapped to attention and tucked the phone close to her chest. “Why? I only want to get away and see the world. Your world.”

“You’re taking a chance. There’s no guarantee you’d land in my world.”

Mandy’s mouth frowned. She let loose of her grasp on Phoebe. “Be careful what you wish for.”

“What’s wrong with wanting a different life, away from here, where I can live for myself? There’s mothing on the ranch for me now that you’re so comfortable here.” That sounded so selfish, so unlike serving others the way Jesus did while on earth.

She only gained that particular knowledge because Gavin gave her a New Testament. A little modern book that Mandy originally brought with her.

Mandy stepped closer, lunged for the phone.

Phoebe swung away, turning her back. “I wish to fly to Mandy’s world in the twenty-first century.” She squeezed the celluloid rectangle to her bosom, and trilled her fingers. Spiraling waves encompassed her. Was she drowning? No. She breathed. Rather than drop, she rose softly, floating. Flying. Weightless and rising.

Dizzy, the world slid to black.

Washington County, the present

Nolan took advantage of the break in shooting to stow his light meter in the van. He stretched through the open back door to tuck it in the case where it belonged, all nice and tidy until he needed the tool again. His belly growled. He chuckled over his tendency to get so involved in the way light affected a shot that he sometimes forgot to eat.


The van shook.

What was that?

He raised his eyes to see no indentation from the inside, but something big had struck the roof.

What in the world? It couldn’t be a limb because the van was parked in the open away from trees.

He backed out, took hold of the frame, and stepped onto the van floor above the bumper. A dark-haired woman swathed by undulating green skirts sprawled on the roof.

His jaw dropped. How’d a woman get on the van roof?

His mouth agape, he looked up. Nothing in the sky but gathering gray clouds.

He swallowed, cleared his throat, and jerked out of his momentary shock. “You hurt?”

The woman shrugged a shoulder, but didn’t answer or move her head.

What if she broke an arm or a leg? Or worse, had a head injury? He stretched out his arm. “Can you hear me?”

“Oh. Wh… where am I?”

The young woman’s words made no sense to Nolan whatsoever, as puzzled as he was over how she’d landed on the van roof.

The woman before him rolled over and propped herself on an arm. She blinked, and swayed to a sitting position.

His brain short-circuited. Beautiful.

She wasn’t wearing a speck of makeup, yet her exquisite face was so perfect that everything around them ceased to exist. They were the only two people in the world.

His heart unplugged for a beat. Or two.

He shook off his paralyzed state to extend a hand. “Where’d you come from?”

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

Get your copy of Future of My Heart at Amazon, PBG and B&N.

Sounds like another great book, LoRee! We certainly wish you the best of luck and God's blessings with it and your other books. In fact, the best of luck and God's blessings on your life!

Hope you enjoyed the post friends and that you'll drop by weekly for Wednesday Words with Friends and Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time take care and God bless.


Wednesday, January 13, 2021

#WednesdayWordswithFriends Welcomes Erin Stevenson @ESQwrites!

Good Morning!

It is with great pleasure we welcome Erin Stevenson back to our blog with a cute story about a Lucky License Plate. Take it away Erin....

In November 2017, I was driving to the library to pick up a book I had ordered (when I’m not writing, I’m reading) and a car passed me on the highway. I looked over and its personalized license plate said NO PLAN B. All of a sudden, a story popped into my mind about a jilted bride. She’s left at the altar and has to come up with a plan B for the rest of her life. When I got to the library, I had the story arc. It just came pouring out. 

My mother always told me to have a Plan B. When my marriage fell apart, I pulled up my bootstraps and took that advice. I passed that important life lesson on to my daughter. When she called me just before her college graduation and shared that an anticipated job had fallen through, the first words out of my mouth were, “what’s your Plan B?” 

I was thrilled when her response was, “already on it, Mom.” 

By the next day, she had steps in place. 

“Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and He will establish your plans.” Proverbs 16:3 

Landon St. Clair was left at the altar on New Year’s Day at St. Louis’ social event of the season. He wants nothing more than to lick his wounds in solitude and figure out a Plan B, and intends to keep his reservation at the St. Jardin Honeymoon Resort, even without a bride. With the owners’ reluctant approval, Landon takes on an assumed identity and cuts all ties to home for the week.

Kelsea Anderson is a jilted bride with nothing left but a battered heart and a plane ticket to the Caribbean. The only part of her doomed wedding that she had any say in was the honeymoon. She paid for it, and there’s no reason she can’t come to the romantic resort alone, so Kelsea jumps on a plane the day after New Year’s to escape the icy St. Louis winter and come up with a Plan B for the rest of her life.
Lottery winners Rose and Ike Goldman, married for 53 years, never looked back when they left Brooklyn, NY for the Caribbean where they bought a honeymoon resort three years ago. Rose was something of a matchmaker in Brooklyn, and once she meets Kelsea and “Brandon,” she knows she has her work cut out for her. She has only a week to convince them that sometimes, Plan B is the best plan of all.
Take a quick getaway to St. Jardin! Plan B is your ticket to a tropical paradise filled with beautiful gardens, merriment, and romance. 

About Erin.....

Erin has been writing fiction since 2014. She has published independently and with Pelican Book Group and Winged Publications and is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers.

Writing is like breathing to Erin. Stories are running through her mind during most of her waking hours, and by the time she sits down at the computer, the words flow and time ceases to exist. 

Erin was raised in Illinois and has lived in many places in the U.S., including on both coasts, but is a Midwest girl at heart. She spent many years as an educator from pre-school through college levels, and currently works in training and internal communications for a global corporation.

When she’s not writing, Erin loves spending time with her children and grandchildren, and playing in the garden (which equates to mostly pulling weeds) at her central Iowa home. Her secret indulgence is plain M&Ms.

Find out more about Erin and her books by visiting her Website.

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What a cute story, Erin and just goes to show, folks, we never know when or how inspiration will strike!

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Until next time, take care and God bless.

Saturday, January 9, 2021

#SaturdaySpotlight is on Monique DeVere & Matt's Pregnant Runaway Wife

 Good Morning!

Winter has set in here in SW Louisiana. It's a chilly 35 degrees - way too cold for my blood but the show must go on! I'll be working all day at my dad's house again today, trying to get it saleable but trust me, we'll have a fire to warm ourselves by LOL!

Speaking of fires, there's nothing like the excitement of a new release and today's guest has shared thoughts with us and been in our spotlight before, so please welcome Monique DeVere back with her brand new book Matt's Pregnant Runaway Wife, a "clean, sweet, and sensual" book with some love scenes, but no foul language or obscenities. 

This might be the biggest risk of her life.

When her whirlwind romance with gorgeous Sicilian-born restaurateur Matteo Giordano culminates in marriage, award-winning pastry chef Sabrina Newton-Giordano thinks she has it all...until Matt refuses to introduce her to his family. Sabrina desires their baby to have the same love she knew from her grandparents, but Matt’s outright rejection of his family could result in their baby never knowing his or her paternal grandparents, something Sabrina will not accept. Until that is, she hits on the perfect solution—run away to Sicily to meet the in-laws! 

Matt wants only one thing—to keep his wife and unborn child safe. For a man intent on never allowing anything to stand in his way, it should be an easy task. But Matt hasn’t bargained on how stubborn his irresistible, runaway wife can be. Despite his stern objections, she’s determined to form a relationship with his family. He knows, from past experience, they’d never accept her or the baby. Now Matt is torn between the urgent need to protect his wife and fear of causing her undue stress in her pregnancy. 


Copyright © Monique DeVere 2020

Crystal Swan Publications

All Rights Reserved


She kept him on his toes, he’d give her that. From the moment he met her he’d known she was unique to any other woman. The first hint was when he’d arrived unexpectedly to check on his London restaurant. Everyone, except Sabrina, had nervously tripped over themselves in his presence. She’d simply continued to work as though his arrival was as insignificant as a dust mote drifting past her head. The second hint had knocked him the moment she glanced up and locked eyes with his. Something he’d never experienced before had happened. His body had responded to the instant connection in a way that had been shocking and potent. He’d decided right then to make her his. Even then, she hadn’t made it easy for him. She’d resisted their attraction, had flat-out refused to have drinks, dinner, or—her words—anything else with him. To say that she’d become a challenge he’d fixated on was to understate the level of his attraction for Sabrina.

Then one day, after weeks of him putting his best moves on her and about to admit defeat, a delivery arrived at his office. It was a beautifully presented slice of his favourite dessert along with a note that read: if you want more, come and get it! He was pretty sure the soles of his handmade Italian shoes left scorch marks on his office rug in his haste to get to Sabrina. The rest had been white-hot sizzling sexy, whirlwind, and incredible. And now here he was, fighting to keep his marriage from falling apart only after eleven-and-a-half months of wedded bliss.

Matt washed his hands at the kitchen sink, then rummaged in the under counter fridge.

He chuckled. “Surprise, surprise, nothing but dessert and fruit.”

Yep, one thing he could be sure of was that he’d always find some sort of dessert in their fridge at home, thanks to Sabrina’s never-ending effort to create new and exciting after-dinner treats. And, oh look, she had his favourite dessert sitting in a small yellow and white cake caddy, as though she’d somehow been expecting him. When he grabbed the container his gaze landed on the four red apples in a bowl on the shelf below, so he snagged one of those, too.

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Monique DeVere grew up on a plantation on the beautiful island of Barbados, where her childhood was all about exploring and letting her imagination run free. She moved to the UK as a teen and soon fell in love at first sight with her amazing, strong-silent-type husband. They have four beautiful children and four incredible grandchildren.

Monique writes sweet ‘n’ spicy romance, and when she isn’t working on the next novel or movie script, she can be found spending time with hubby and family, armchair travelling, creating recipes, reading about health and nutrition, or working on her spiritual growth. She enjoys going for walks, gardening, or simply crazy-dancing around the house. Monique loves to hear from her readers. You can email her at monique@moniquedevere.com, or contact her by visiting her website: www.moniquedevere.com or blog: http://moniquedevere.blogspot.co.uk to learn more about her books. You can also visit her Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/moniquedevere or follow her on Twitter: @MoniqueDeVere or Instagram: authormdv

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Congrats on your new release, Monique! We certainly wish you the best of luck and God's blessings on your writing in 2021!

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Until next time, take care and God bless


Wednesday, January 6, 2021

#WednesdayWordswithFriends Welcomes Cathy Gohlke

Good Morning and Welcome to the first Wednesday Words with Friends post of 2021!

I hope your New Year has started out -and continues to be- BLESSED!

Today's guest is new to our blog so please give a shout - out to Cathy Gohlke as she talks with us about her novel, Night Bird Calling.....

1. What inspired you to write Night Bird Calling?
Years ago I wrote a number of short stories based on some quirky characters in a fictional North Carolina foothills town called No Creek. I loved those characters, but in order to create a novel I needed an outside character who could see both strengths and foibles in my town folk and still care about them, still want to become part of their community, and who could tie their stories together. 

For many years I’ve also wrestled with the idea of writing about the racial divide and abuse I saw growing up during years of the civil rights movement in the South, as well as domestic abuse and church oppression, things I experienced in my youth and young womanhood. Night Bird Calling is the marriage of all those experiences and stories.

2. Night Bird Calling involves some very challenging topics like domestic abuse, racism, and church abuse. What motivated you to write on these topics?
I grew up mostly in the South during years of the civil rights movement, where I witnessed segregation, desegregation, racial oppression, and abuse but also heroic stands against injustice and some hard-won changes. I learned that attitudes do not change just because laws change. Transformation of the heart is also needed. That is as true today as it was then.

As a young woman, I ran away from an abusive marriage and an oppressive church. My journey toward emotional and spiritual healing took many years. I want women in similar situations to know that they are not alone, that God loves them so very dearly and that the condemnations of their oppressors do not come from Him.

I wrote Night Bird Calling not only for victims of abuse, but in the hope that readers might gain insight, sympathy, and empathy for those who’ve been abused or pushed down, that they might better understand and see creative ways they can help, ways they can be a voice for the voiceless or those needing someone to walk alongside them.

3. The novel is set in a rural community divided by racism, in a country on the brink of World War II. What prompted you to write about this particular time period and setting?
I see a number of correlations between the years leading up to WWII and our present day. Economic fears, joblessness, uncertainty about where our world is headed, questions about our responsibility and ability to help those who’ve been abused or are in need, and our serious racial divide are all issues people grappled with in 1941 just as we do today. Sometimes it’s easier to understand our complex difficulties and find creative solutions by viewing them through the lens of a historic time frame rather than the busyness and political divides of modern day. Historical fiction provides that little bit of distance to enhance our objectivity. 

4. How do you expect the novel, especially the struggles of your characters, to resonate with your readers?
We all have ingrained in us a bit of prejudice and a hesitancy to get involved in the troubles of others. We’ve said or done things we later realized were not honorable or kind and have regretted our words or actions. Many of us have at one time or another been the victim of abuse or oppression or at least marginalization. Some of us have wondered if God could really love us, forgive us, or if we could possibly be welcomed into the church community. Sometimes we’ve stood as lions against injustice and been that needed voice for the voiceless. Sometimes we’ve been the accuser. Sometimes we’ve been the accused. Sometimes we’ve cowered when we know we should have stood strong against injustice. No Creek is a community that contains all those characters, with their strengths and foibles. At heart they’re mostly good people who learn they need to change so they can do better, be better and kinder, wiser. I think we all relate to those characters, for at one time or another we’ve all been or known them. I think that seeing ourselves or our loved ones in the shoes of these characters helps us realize that we, like they, can stand against injustice and work for change and growth within ourselves and our communities.

5. Can you tell us about the historical research that went into writing this novel? Did you learn anything new that surprised you?
Much of my prior WWII writing has focused on foreign shores, but for this story I researched the American home front before and during WWII through books, Internet research, archival film footage on the Great Depression, Jim Crow laws and their results, the history of lynching and the KKK, racism and the great migration, and the work of Eleanor Roosevelt, as well as histories of Wilkes and Surry Counties in North Carolina and the Appalachian home moonshine industry and its culture. I read about and visited lifesaving stations on the Outer Banks. 

Legal sources were interviewed for information regarding trusts, wills, and divorce proceedings in 1941. Newspapers archives for Wilkes County were helpful. I interviewed some wonderful older people who had lived there during those years and pulled some real-life stories from them, my family, and my own life, then enjoyed a trip to the North Carolina foothills and mountains, soaking up its music and a visit to the church and cemetery where some of my ancestors were buried. For the Oswald and Biddy Chambers threads, I found wonderful information in the biography Mrs. Oswald Chambers by Michelle Ule and in Oswald Chambers: Abandoned to God by David McCasland, as well as pertinent passages in My Utmost for His Highest.

I was surprised to learn how close to civilian life the military in North Carolina practiced war games as they trained recruits. I can only imagine it was startling and perhaps frightening to those able to observe.

6. Stories of racial division and wartime highlight the difficulty of living in uncertainty and dealing with the unexpected. How does faith play into this aspect of the novel and into the novel more generally?
None of us know the future. We don’t control the present. Life—our own and the community and nation in which we live—can turn on a dime. We all need a source, a touchstone, a safe place that also presents a moral lens and a high, stable bar. Jesus Christ and faith in His unfailing love and provision fills all those needs. Lilliana, Celia, Gladys, the McHones, and others to a lesser extent all learn this lesson and grow from it.

7. As an author, what did you particularly enjoy about crafting this story?
I loved writing the big personalities of small-town characters in No Creek, especially precocious eleven-year-old Celia Percy. Celia possesses a lion’s heart in a small body and is ready to rail against injustice and champion the underdog no matter what. Lilliana, the story’s timid young heroine who flees abuse, grows into the woman God intended her to be by relinquishing misguided beliefs, trusting in the Lord’s love for her, and reaching outside herself to help others.

The town is peppered with courage, love, and kindness, as well as prejudice, meanness, and oppression. Such a diverse and racially divided town is a microcosm of our world. Only by embracing the worth of others while acknowledging the “beam” in their own eye could change come to No Creek. That is true for each of us. I love the parable in that.

8. Night Bird Calling presents intriguing and lovable characters in heartbreaking and challenging situations. Did the journeys of any of the characters surprise you as you wrote?
Marshall, the fifteen-year-old nephew of Olney Tate, descendent of slaves, surprised me. Marshall was sent to live with his aunt and uncle, Mercy and Olney Tate, after his father was murdered in Georgia. Though Marshall could barely read or write, he had a keen eye and a thirst for learning. I knew Marshall was a hard worker and an honorable young man, but I did not anticipate his excelling so quickly or that he would develop a passion for healing and a desire to apprentice himself to Dr. Vishnevsky—a desire cut short due to the dangers of racism in No Creek. But it is in leaving No Creek that Marshall finds his future—a future that will be explored in my next book.

9. Opening a lending library from their home to everyone in the community, regardless of race, was a radical move in 1941 Appalachia. What inspired this?
Sometime after fleeing my abusive marriage as a young woman, I bought an old trailer in a run-down neighborhood—a far cry from Garden’s Gate—but the best I could afford at the time. Children in that neighborhood ran as wild and untended as weeds in a garden run amok. I befriended many of those children—or they befriended me—bought a used bookcase and books at yard sales, and opened a lending library right there in my trailer. Children came for hours sometimes to color pictures, read or be read to, enjoy glasses of milk and homemade bread with jam, and just talk, asking questions about life and God and prison (where one of their fathers served time)—everything imaginable. Parents often took advantage of their community’s new “free” babysitter, but those were precious and healing days for the children and for me. Years later I remarried and bore my own precious children. When they were old enough, I worked as a children’s librarian in a school. Those memories became the inspiration for Aunt Hyacinth’s lending library in Night Bird Calling.

10. Is there one character whose experience you especially identify with or one whose story grew out of lessons you learned in your own life?
I identify closely with both Lilliana and Celia, for different reasons. Like Lilliana, I ran away from an abusive marriage and oppressive church as a young woman. It took many years to work through the issues surrounding that and to find healing, to believe that God could really love me. Helping others in need (by opening the lending library and offering literacy help to the community, opening her home to the Percys, and doing what she could to rescue Ruby Lynne, a girl with similar problems to her own) was important on the path to Lilliana’s healing. Reaching out to help others in need has been a help to me, too.

Like Celia, I was the creative child with big ideas, a strong sense of social justice, and a determination to speak out against injustice no matter the consequences that my mother didn’t know what to do with.

11. What did you learn by writing this novel, and what lessons do you hope your readers take away?
Night Bird Calling is fiction, as are its characters, though parts of Lilliana’s escape from an abusive marriage and her challenged growth into believing that God really loves her and has a plan for her life were drawn from my own life. I found the dredging up of memories I’ve wanted to forget and the necessary baring of my soul to write this story emotionally challenging, yet in the end I also found it freeing. Shame loses its hold once confessed. It is truly a gift if that confession helps free others. Abused women are often told not to tell of their abuse and are threatened with dire consequences to ensure their silence. Often they are filled with shame that they cannot stop the abuse, cannot change their abuser, and feel helpless to change themselves or their circumstances. They believe their situations are unique, that no one will believe them, that they are truly alone. I hope that in writing Lilliana’s story, other women will realize those things are not true, and that abuse does not come from God, no matter what their abuser or oppressor insists. I hope women realize their value lies in the very life God has given them and that He is above all the Husband who never fails us, never hurts us, the One who loves us and always wants a strong and healthy relationship with us. He wants us to be whole.

12. What upcoming projects do you have in the works?
Our country’s racial divide and its demand for both justice and mercy is not new. As I wrote Night Bird Calling, I realized there was a fascinating Civil War history for the characters in No Creek, both black and white, as well as changes bound to come as a result of those families’ participation in WWII. Intriguing parallels in the long ago and more recent past captured my imagination. The more I thought about it, the greater potential I saw to weave story threads with a hint of mystery and a long-standing issue of injustice through generations. I’m writing a stand-alone time slip novel between the American Civil War and WWII and its aftermath for many of No Creek’s characters that I love and with whom I wrestle—as well as some new faces. My working title is A Hundred Crickets Singing—but we’ll all learn the final title when it releases in 2022.

Three-time Christy and two-time Carol and INSPY Award–winning author Cathy Gohlke writes novels steeped with inspirational lessons from history. Her stories reveal how people break the chains that bind them and triumph over adversity through faith. 

When not traveling to historic sites for research, she and husband, Dan, divide their time between northern Virginia and the Jersey Shore, enjoying time with their grown children and grandchildren. Visit her website at cathygohlke.com and find her on Facebook at CathyGohlkeBooks

Get your copy of Night Bird Calling from Amazon.

Thank you, Cathy for sharing Night Bird Calling with us! We certainly wish you the best of luck and God's blessings in this new year.

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Until next time take care and God bless.

Saturday, January 2, 2021

#SaturdaySpotlight is on Alina K Field @AlinaKField & The Marquess and the Midwife!

Good Morning and Happy New Year!

Today will be the last Christmas book spotlight but before we welcome our guest, Alina K Field back to our blog, let's congratulate December's gift card winner.....

Jennifer Wilck!

Now on with our spotlight. Take it away, Alina.....

Separated by lies, united by secrets

Finding the woman he lost turned out to be easy. Winning her back is another matter.

Once upon a time, the younger brother of a marquess fell in love with his sister's companion. He was sent off to war, and she was just sent off, and they both landed in very different worlds. 

Now Virgil Radcliffe has returned from his self-imposed exile on the Continent to take up his late brother's title and discover the whereabouts of the only woman he's ever loved. 

Abandoned by her lover and dismissed by her employer, Ameline Dawes has found a respectable identity as a Waterloo widow, a new life as a midwife, and a safe, secure home for her twin girls. Called to London at Christmas to attend her benefactress's lying-in, she finds herself confronted by an unexpected house guest--a man determined to woo her anew and win her again. 

But, is loving the new Marquess of Wallenford a mistake Ameline cannot afford to repeat? 


Ye gods, but her ladyship needed more maids, and a couple more footmen with both arms and both legs, at least for this type of fetching and carrying. 

Ameline chided herself for being insensitive and balanced the steaming bucket. She set down the lamp momentarily to gather her skirts, along with the lamp handle.

A pair of men’s boots moved into view and the lamp bobbled. Fine boots they were. 
She sighed, gritting her teeth. Lord Hackwell’s visits had unnerved his lady, and Ameline had counseled him to leave. 

Very well, she’d thrown him out, once almost literally. He would wonder what she was doing below stairs. He might send for the accoucheur he was mumbling about, and his lady would not like it.

“I’ve just popped down to the kitchen for a word with Alton, my lord,” she said. “All is going well, except he’s a bit short on staff.” 

“We have noticed that.” 

The skin on her back rippled and she shivered. This wasn’t Hackwell—it was him. 

Panic flared in her and her hands and ankles began to tingle. He carried no light. She let her own lantern dip lower and stepped to one side. What was he doing on the servants’ staircase in the middle of the night? 

If he saw her, he would remember her, but he would not want to, unless he would think to befriend her again. Heat flamed in her. 

She took in a breath. “Let me pass, Lord Hackwell,” she said. 

“Let me carry that bucket for you.”

“No.” She forced in another breath, willing herself to speak calmly. “That is, no thank you. I shall send a servant for you when it is time.”

Footsteps scurried on the stairs. “Mrs. Dawes?” Jenny called, breathless. 

Her heart raced again. She’d tarried too long in the kitchen. “I’ll be right—” 

Heat touched her hand as the bucket came out. The lantern, too, lifted higher, and she looked up into the face of Lord Virgil Radcliffe, now the latest Lord Wallenford. 

“Mrs. Dawes?” His eyes widened and then narrowed, and his lips curved down. 

Anger spiked in her. “Lord Wallenford.” 

He moved down to the step below her, putting them at eye level, and crowded her against the hand rail. 
“Give me the bucket, sir. I can manage quite well without your help.” Quite, quite well. 

“Can you, indeed?” he drawled, sounding just like his brother the day he’d sacked her.

Blast him. Blast the Wallenfords. Blast the Hackwells. “Alton has a bottle set out. Best go and fetch it.” 

His lips quirked. 

She gritted her teeth. “Give me the blasted bucket, Virgil.” 

Award winning and USA Today bestselling author Alina K. Field earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English and German literature, but she prefers the much happier world of romance fiction. Though her roots are in the Midwestern U.S., after six very, very, very cold years in Chicago, she moved to Southern California where she shares a midcentury home with her husband and her spunky, blonde, rescued terrier, and is hard at work on her next historical romance. 

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 Sounds like a great Christmas story, Alina. Good luck and God's blessings with it.

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