Wednesday Writers –Interview with Meghann Whistler author of Falling for the Innkeeper

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Today’s Wednesday Writers is interviewing author Meghann Whistler. In addition to her interview Meghann is sharing an excerpt from her book Falling for the Innkeeper.  Welcome, Meghann!

 

Catherine: Please tell the readers about the release that is being showcased today.

Meghann: Falling for the Innkeeper is a sweet Christian romance novel set at a charming beachside inn on Cape Cod. It’s about a wary single mother who meets a workaholic lawyer intent on buying the only home she’s ever known.

Catherine: I love stories set in beachside communities. How did you come up with the concept for this book?

Meghann: I started with the hero—what drove him to put so much of himself into his work? And what would it take to make him reassess his values and priorities?

I’ll also admit that my grandparents owned an inn that’s a lot like the one in the book, and I wanted to visit it again on paper. So, the setting was another key piece of the puzzle when I first started thinking about this story.

Catherine: What a great way to honor your grandparents. Are you a pantser or a plotter? Linear or non-linear writer?

Meghann: I have a rough idea of where my stories are going when I start writing, but I lean heavily on the “pantser” side of the equation. I enjoy the process of discovery as I write. I’m usually a linear writer, but if I get stuck, I will occasionally jump ahead and then fill in the earlier scenes later.

Catherine: What does your revision process look like?

Meghann: I edit as I write. I know a lot of people who suggest writing straight through without stopping to revise until the first draft is done, but I can’t write forward if I know there’s a problem with an earlier scene. I have to correct it before I can move on.

Catherine: I always edit as I write, too. It gives me a chance to get back into the story. On to the next question:  What’s the first book, in the genre you write in, that you remember reading?

Meghann: I didn’t start reading Christian fiction until about three years ago. The first Christian romance novel I remember reading is Finding Her Way Home by Linda Goodnight, which was eye-opening for me. I’d always thought romance novels were racy and poorly written, but Finding Her Way Home was sweet rather than sexy, and I was so invested in the characters I couldn’t put it down!

Catherine: Do you have a day job? If so, what is it?

Meghann: I’m a full-time, stay-at-home mom to three little boys, and my job duties got way more intense this past spring when COVID-19 hit!

Catherine: I can’t imagine going through COVID with children. I’ll bet you’ll be ready for a vacation when this is over. Speaking of vacations, what is the farthest place from home that you’ve traveled?

Meghann: Hong Kong! What a great city! Part of the reason my heroine’s parents live in Hong Kong is because I couldn’t pass up a chance to write about what a fabulous place it is.

Catherine: It’s been a pleasure having you here today, Meghann. As you say goodbye, can you leave the readers with an encapsulation of your life’s philosophy?

Meghann: I find a lot of comfort in Philippians 1:6, which reminds me that I don’t have to be perfect. As long as I’m willing to show up and do the best I can each day, God will continue to work in me and through me.

 

Thanks for joining us today. Keep reading for a peek at Meghann’s book.

 

FALLING FOR THE INNKEEPER

By Meghann Whistler

A battle for a charming Cape Cod inn… But what happens when romance checks in?

Single mom Laura Lessoway won’t accept her mother’s plan of selling her late grandmother’s inn without a fight. But when big-city attorney Jonathan Masters arrives to arrange an offer from a client, she’s drawn to him. And working together as he helps with repairs only brings them closer. With his career and her home on the line, can they ever find common ground?

 

EXCERPT

Jonathan had always had this idea that if he could just reach that brass ring, if he could just grab it and hold on, that would be the thing that would make everything in his life work the way it was supposed to, the thing that would make everything okay.

But would it? Would it really?

Making partner at the law firm wouldn’t magically fix his father’s illness. Making partner wouldn’t change the fact that he’d been a scared, bullied kid. Making partner wouldn’t mean that his father, who’d gone missing when Jonathan was just seventeen, would ever come home.

He gave his head a little shake. He knew his mentor, Mike Roe, wouldn’t like this train of thought.

But then he thought about Mike’s life: the penthouse apartment and the fancy sports cars, the top-rated restaurants and the best-tailored suits. Jonathan used to think Mike’s life was what success looked like—and maybe, for some people, it did—but what about Mike’s high-maintenance ex-wife? What about the kid he never saw? What about the fact that he had more money than he could spend in a lifetime and he still spent every waking moment at work?

Was this some kind of early midlife crisis? Jonathan wondered. What would he even do with himself if he didn’t have this job?

He drummed his fingers on the bedside table. What was with him tonight? He was wildly unfocused, and it was messing with his head.

It was the woman—Laura. She’d thrown him off balance with her beauty and her wit and her kind, gentle smile. Just thinking about her emerald green eyes—which could, by turns, be sharp, or playful, or kind—made him feel…strange. Whimsical.

And Jonathan never felt whimsical about women. He was more practical than romantic. Back when he’d started at Harvard Law, he’d made a decision not to get distracted by a serious relationship until he made partner, and he’d stuck to his resolution all these years.

He always kept his promises—to others and to himself. After growing up with his unpredictable father, he was very disciplined that way.

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Meghann Whistler writes sweet Christian romance novels that won’t make your grandmother blush. A hopeless romantic who met her husband on a blind date, Meghann recently left her marketing career to pursue her lifelong passion of writing sweet, hopeful stories that demonstrate the power of love and grace. She loves to hear from her readers, who can reach her at www.meghannwhistler.com.

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Wednesday Writers—The Hitman’s Mistake by Sally Brandle is up for a Raven Award!

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This Wednesday Writers’ guest today is Sally Brandle.  Sally’s a regular guest on my blog series, and we are both part of Soul Mate Publishing. Although Sally will be talking about her book The Hitman’s Mistake, today’s post is a bit different from Wednesday Writers’ usual posts. However,  I thought the subject matter was worth the change. So, without further ado, let’s welcome Sally!

 

Hi, Catherine.

Thank you for allowing me to share wonderful news. The first book I wrote (at 61), The Hitman’s Mistake, finaled in Uncaged Book Reviews Raven Awards in the Mystery/Suspense category. To qualify for the semifinals of this neat award, my novel had to garner 4/5 Stars from their review team, then receive enough votes to land in the finals. To win, I am up against an Amazon Bestseller and a NYT Bestseller.

I’d really appreciate your vote. The final poll runs through Friday, August 1^st. I write clean (sensual without intimate scenes) stories weaving slow-burning romance into edgy suspense, motivating women to trust their inner gifts. To vote, simply click on the link below, scroll to the circle next to The Hitman’s Mistake in the fifth category and click. Then click on the ‘Vote’ button below the group. Reader support provides the motivation for me to keep writing. I’m at eight books, with three published in this series. Thank you for your love of reading.

A Note from Catherine:

I’ve read The Hitman’s Mistake and loved the book. If you like clean romance that’s full of suspense, I hope you’ll head over to the Raven Awards link and vote for Sally. It’s one vote per category.  To vote for Sally’s book once  you reach the page, scroll down until you come to Mystery/Suspense category, find Sally’s book The Hitman’s Mistake (she’s the first one on the mystery suspense list), click in the little circle to the left of the book, and hit VOTE at the bottom of the category box.

Raven Award Voting Link:

http://uncagedbooks.com/raven-awards-final-voting/

 

Here’s a peek at Sally’s book.

 

The Hitman’s Mistake

By Sally Brandle

 

Now it’s her life or his.

After Miranda Whitley stops crooked cops from assassinating a prominent Seattle judge, she’s next on the hit list, and her survival depends on the buff FBI Agent she’s had one awkward encounter with. But can she find him in time?

The last person Grant Morley expects to discover on his annual supply run to a Montana mountain hermit is alluring Miranda Whitley, nearly dead from a bullet wound in her side. An accidental witness or the cold-blooded accomplice to would-be assassins?

Miranda must convince Grant of her innocence, evade the killers intent on preventing her testimony, and fight her unwanted attraction for the agent…an attraction which seems to be mutual. If you love sizzling chemistry, Montana’s mountain landscape, and fast-paced action, then you’ll love Sally Brandle’s galloping thriller, The Hitman’s Mistake.

 

About the Author:

Multi-award winning author Sally Brandle weaves clean, slow-burning romance into edgy suspense stories. Sally left a career as an industrial baking instructor to bring to life stories motivating readers to trust their inner gifts

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WEdnesday Writers–From Ice Wagon to Club House: The Life of Jude Mooney by Viola Russell

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Today’s Wednesday Writer’s guest is author Viola Russell.  Viola will be talking about the hero of her historical romance novel, From Ice Wagon to Club House: The Life of Jude Mooney. Who inspired this character? Ana why did she choose to place him in this particular historical era? Read on to find out. Viola also included an excerpt from the book for you to enjoy.  Welcome, Viola!

 

Saint or Sinner: Jude Mooney

 

Jude Mooney is the protagonist of my novel From Ice Wagon to Club House: The Life of Jude Mooney. Many people told me that the title was cumbersome. Perhaps it was, but Jude Mooney, the protagonist himself, holds a special place in my heart.  I put Jude’s birth in 1900.  He is a young man during The Great War and a child of Storyville as well as Prohibition. The son of respectable Irish immigrants, he is a resident of New Orleans as well as a native of Ireland.  In many ways, he is based on my father, Samuel Weaver.  My dad was a young man in New Orleans during the Depression, Prohibition, and Storyville. Like Jude, my father started his career driving an ice wagon through the streets of New Orleans.  The Pelican Ice Company still exists in New Orleans, but in my father’s day, it provided ice for housewives who used it in iced boxes, keeping their food cold.  Like Jude, my father trained prizefighters and was a bookie. He also trained racehorses, and like Jude, he eventually sat in that clubhouse.  He trained horses until he died, collapsing at the racetrack.

Of course, I embellished some aspects of my novel.  Sam didn’t fight in the War for Irish Independence; Jude does engage in the fight after a stint in WWI.  I learned much about the Easter Uprising during that time, a period that has always intrigued me.  That era also introduced Jude to the fiery Maeve, the love of Jude’s wife.  The courage of the people living in that country and that era moved me.  Historical and fictional characters play a major part in that struggle.

In creating my characters, especially Jude Mooney, I wanted to show people living during a time who did what they had to do in order to survive in hard times.  I know about those times because my dad walked in the shadow of dark times. He was a man who did what he had to do to save his family.  In The Progeny, I continue the story of the Mooney family.  Like Jude, his progeny also strive to bring prosperity to themselves and their families.

 

From Ice Wagon to Club House: The Life of Jude Mooney

By Viola Russell

 

At fifteen years old, Jude Mooney is driving an ice wagon to help his struggling Irish immigrant family. An obedient son and devoted brother, he willingly works in the sweltering New Orleans heat along with his friend, Pete Saluto, to help his pious and respectable parents. When his older brother’s suicide leaves the family nearly destitute and shame-ridden, Jude seeks employment in the infamous Storyville of old New Orleans, becoming the confidante of the many characters who populated Emma Johnson’s establishment.

When his parents learn of his activities, Jude leaves the family nest, becoming even more embroiled in the seedy lifestyle until a disastrous encounter forces him to leave town and join his relatives in Ireland. It is in his ancestral birthplace that he meets the fiery Maeve and joins the fight for Irish independence and then, paradoxically, the British army when his love turns sour. Upon his return from the front, he seeks Maeve, who has had his twin sons.

Together, they return to New Orleans. A series of losses then force Jude into an uneasy alliance with the powerful mob family, the Matrangas. He rises in the ranks of the Matranga “family,” becoming a valuable cog in the wheel of their bootlegging and horse-racing empire. However, any links to the mob brings risks. How much more will Jude lose as the Feds pursue the men who supply the country with the illicit nectar?

Excerpt:

Jude worked almost every afternoon and into the evenings at the pub. The people were genial, and drunken outbursts were rare. He sometimes heard snatches of political talk, but he rarely joined in the conversations. Rather, he waited for Maeve to return from her job. She’d make her way upstairs, slip into a long skirt and apron, and then proceed to the kitchen. There, she helped her mother with the Shepherd’s pie as well as fish and chips the patrons ordered. After helping with the cleaning of the kitchen, she headed upstairs, shutting the door behind her.

Jude imagined what it must be like in that bedroom. For weeks, he’d watched her slender form move within her modest skirts, and he envisioned a firmly toned body under her modest attire. She mostly wore her hair in a tight bun, but one night, he caught a glimpse of her when her door was slightly ajar. She’d donned a flannel gown, and her dark hair fell loosely about her shoulders. Her back was to him as she sat on the bed, and she brushed her hair with sensuous strokes. For the longest time, Jude only exchanged the most cursory of greetings with her. She was a mate’s sister, and he wouldn’t violate that street etiquette. Now that he was making money, he spent some nights with Sean prowling the city, but he ventured near no other girl. The moment he saw Maeve’s face, Jude knew no one else could compare with to her. When not with his mates, Sean was went out with an assortment of local lovelies, but Jude fantasized about marriage to one gorgeous Belfast girl.

Finally, one day in late November, Jude approached Maeve before she vanished upstairs. He’d finished wiping the bar and moved swiftly to the staircase as she placed one a foot on the first step. Clearing his throat, Jude drew near her. “I—I wondered if you’d like to go with me to the Tea Bar in the Carrich House this Sunday.” He hated himself for stammering and felt his face grown hot. “You know, the one on Lower Region Street?.”

Maeve flashed a dazzling smile that sent molten desire through his midsection. She laughed softly and gazed at him with those mocking eyes. “I’ve lived here me whole life. Yes, I know where it is.”

Jude swallowed, stood tall, and stuck out his chin. “Will you go with me? It would be Sunday afternoon, after Mass.” He’d gone with them to Mass every Sunday at St. John’s the Evangelist, strengthening Kathleen’s good opinion of him. He wondered what this beautiful girl thought of him. Did she see him as some wayfarer to be avoided? Some rough young thug on the sea?

Her lips curved into a seductive but kind smile. “Of course, I’d love to go to tea on Sunday.”

Want to read more? You can buy From Ice Wagon to Club House: The Life of Jude Mooney at Amazon  Also available at Amazon

The Progeny: The Legacy of Jude Mooney

 

About the Author:

Viola Russell is the pseudonym for Susan Weaver Eble.  A homegrown New Orleanian, she holds a doctorate in English literature from Texas A & M University.  She has traveled far and wide and relishes the memories she has made in places as distant as England, Ireland, Canada, and Jamaica and as near as Mississippi, Texas, Oklahoma, California, and Massachusetts. She lives with her husband Ben, the love of her life, in a New Orleans cottage and is most comfortable at her computer creating the worlds that drift into her imagination.

You can find Viola Russel at Facebook, Twitter or her website.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday Writers–You’re Brilliant by Julie Arduini

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Today’s Wednesday Writers’ guest is author Julie Arduini with a post about the characters behind the character in her book YA book You’re Brilliant from her Surrendering Stinkin’ Thinkin’ series and an excerpt from the book.  Welcome, Julie!

 

Character Inspiration Behind You’re Brilliant

Julie Arduini

 

You’re Brilliant is the final book in the Surrendering Stinkin’ Thinkin’ series for young teens and women of all ages. Although it can be read as a stand-alone, You’re Brilliant moves forward with the girls and their mentors from the Linked mentoring ministry in Youngstown, Ohio.  Each book focused on one girl and her mentor, and this time it’s Bethany Tuttle and her mentor, pastor’s wife Cheri Wayson.

What I loved about this series was writing it with my teen daughter, Hannah. It was her brainchild as she processed the challenges of middle school and wanted to help other girls avoid the lies she believed at that time. When Hannah jotted out the story what she ended up with was a three-book series. She supervised the vision for each book, approving my chapters. She created character names and oversaw the cover design. It really was a team effort.

The characters were fun because Hannah loosely based them off her friends. She’s had a solid group of girls from church who have encouraged her, so she had to narrow it down. Hannah took a couple qualities from two girls who have been in her life the longest. In You’re Beautiful, Hayley is based off Hannah herself, but as we wrote, I found my own teen years coming to mind. Some of those experiences are things we went through.

You’re Amazing was a challenge to write because we aren’t dancers and we weren’t sure what specific conflicts to give the girls. As we chatted, we realized that girls and women both struggle with what one person might say and change everything. How much power we give with opinion. Jazmin is a gifted dancer but has some changes to get used to, including a new teacher. The teacher makes a negative comment, and Jazmin’s thrown. It really affects her. Although the real Jazmin hasn’t had that challenge that we’re aware of, we took her dancing gift and made that the core of the story.

You’re Brilliant is Bethany’s story. Our Bethany is a natural at comedy, but the sass that gets her in trouble is something more from our imagination and a little bit of my own experience. KJ came from a reader who requested we write a thread that includes a confident teen blinded by a bully boyfriend. That was something Hannah agreed girls her age deal with—being so beautiful and talented and a boy says something toxic and the girl emotionally crumbles. It was hard to write that, but we felt it was important.

As for the adults, Sabrina is based off a family that loves unconditionally and is active in ministry. She’s a dear friend to me.  Lena is a mix of every mother of young children I know because for years I was active with MOPS, Mothers of Preschoolers. I remember the insecurity I had as a wife and mom back then, and how I wanted to please everyone to my own exhaustion. Cheri is a pastor’s wife that Hannah and I both know. Although the real Cheri took a job at school, it wasn’t to pay for a wedding, nor did she make mistakes trying to find her place. For us, our characters take the best of people we know to honor them. Any villains are mixes of people we’ve encountered or seen in media.

I’m sad to see the series end, Hannah is as well. I thank God He gave us the series to not only encourage readers, but grow my relationship with Hannah and let her creativity blossom.

You’re Brilliant Blurb: YA/Women’s Fiction

by Julie Arduini

Amazing things happen when a group of high school students and women discover they are more than competent.

Bethany’s not excited to start high school in a new community where she doesn’t know anyone. She quickly befriends KJ, a popular sophomore, and it looks like the transition will go well until Bethany discovers KJ’s boyfriend is a bully. With a strong sense of justice, Bethany challenges Brent Sullivan, and he’s determined to make her suffer.

Cheri takes on an additional job in a school to help pay for Sabrina’s wedding. It’s a different atmosphere than at the church where she feels more comfortable as the pastor’s wife and mentor with the Linked ministry. After several mishaps, Cheri feels like she’s found an assignment where she can make a difference until a teacher belittles her work.

Can Bethany and Cheri resist the lies about their competency and hold on to the fact they’re brilliant?

The final book in the Surrendering Stinkin’ Thinkin’ series for tweens, teens, and women of all ages by mother and daughter authors Julie Arduini and Hannah Arduini.

 

Excerpt:

CHAPTER ONE

Bethany Tuttle

One glimpse at the sprawling Boardman Valley High School campus and my throat starts to close. It’s my first time here and what a fortress. It’s twice the size of my old school. So many windows. Multiple parking lots. Three athletic fields. There’s even an attached brick circular amphitheater to house the enormous drama and musical talent the Youngstown suburb is known for. What am I doing here? Oh, right. My parents moved and this is the closest school district. Where I know no one.

Students fresh off the bus travel to the main entrance. I’m trapped in the middle of the swarm, moving with the wave of peers, my anxiety escalating with each step. Even if I wanted to yell for help, I wouldn’t be heard over the buzz of first day chit chat filling the lobby.

A boy with a head full of curls and wearing a Saturday Night Live shirt bumps into my side. “Hey, tourist. If you don’t know where you’re going, step to the side.”

“Sorry. Did my fanny pack give me away?” I smile at my attempt at humor, but no one chuckles or even looks in my direction. There’s so much movement. “Say, are we students or cattle?” My voice rises above the fray, but I sound like a squeaky kid.

“Keep mooo—ving funny girl.” The tall blonde surrounded by three girls mimicking her every move, throws her head back and laughs. Her minions follow her lead and they’re giggling with her.

I’m not as agile as my friend Jazmin, but I’ve got stealth working for me. With a few ducks and weaves, I exit the throng of people and slam against the wall next to the office.

A slim, tall girl with shiny, straight brown hair is about to approach the receptionist when she looks my way and tilts her head. “Are you Bethany Tuttle?”

I raise my eyebrows. How does she know my name?

She gestures me forward. “C’mon. I’m KJ Curry. I’m the student council rep the vice-principal lassoed into keeping you corralled.” Her expression is sober for about a second before she breaks into a chuckle.

KJ heard my cattle joke. And thank God, she thinks I’m funny.

 

Want to read more? You can find You’re Brilliant at Amazon

 

About the Author

Julie Arduini loves to encourage readers to find freedom in Christ by surrendering the good, the bad, and —maybe one day—the chocolate. She’s the author of the contemporary romance series SURRENDERING TIME, (Entrusted, Entangled, Engaged,) as well as the stand-alone novellas, MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN and RESTORING CHRISTMAS. She also shares her story in the infertility devotional, A WALK IN THE VALLEY. Her other latest release, YOU’RE BRILLIANT, is for girls ages 10-100, written with her teenaged daughter, Hannah, and is book 3 in their SURRENDERING STINKIN’ THINKIN’ series. She blogs every other Wednesday for Christians Read, as well as monthly with Inspy Romance. She resides in Ohio with her husband and two children. Learn more by visiting her at http://juliearduini.com, where she invites readers to opt in to her content full of resources and giveaway opportunities.

 

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Wednesday Writers–Fade to White by Tara K. Ross

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Today’s Wednesday Writers’ guest is author Tara K. Ross. Tara will be sharing her debut novel Fade to White as well as an excerpt from her short story Pressing into Stillness that leads into the book.

Welcome, Tara

 

Thanks, Catherine.

In almost every great novel, the story starts long before the first line. However, as authors, we want to draw a reader into the action right away. The story must begin in a moment of change. This is what I tried to do with Fade to White. Thea Fenton’s story though is a culmination of experiences that make her who she is. For a character to become real and relatable, they must live a life with memorable firsts, unforgettable highs and lows and life-changing lasts. One specific last event in Thea’s life challenged her to rethink her purpose in the world. It forced her to consider pain and death and to move beyond it. It happened on the night of her grandmother’s death. Here is a short excerpt from a short story I wrote, called Pressing into Stillness, that offers a window into the last conversation she had with her grandmother before she passes:

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“Can I turn on some music or read to you?” Anything that distracted me from waiting for the inevitable.

Her cheeks appeared hollow beneath the crinkled layers of skin but the muscles that remained crested her eyes into appreciation. Simple things gave her such happiness. A cup of tea. Soft jazz music. Words perfectly combined. She cleared her throat and whispered “…lovely.” Her words were few now. And her wisdom? I already missed it.

I swiped through my playlists until I arrived at “Billie and Grams.” The list was full of memories from this past year, and a tremor re-entered my fingers. Billie Holiday’s Love is Here to Stay swooned through the room and with it the scent of cinnamon in the oven, dancing shadows from the firelight and Gram’s voice reading Little Women under a crocheted blanket.

How did this happen so fast?

I leaned toward the pile of books, all familiar to me now. Most of our past few weeks consisted of The Bible, C.S. Lewis, Robert Fulghum, and Louisa May Alcott. An eclectic mix of faith, fiction and philosophy will keep any person on the right path, she often said.

I chose the top three and spread them across the edge of her bed, next to her painted fingertips. “Your choice.” I expected her to choose the Bible, her reliable request over the past few days.

Her gaze shifted downward and she laid her hand on the closest book. Not her leather-bound NIV from who knows how long ago, but a thin C.S. Lewis book, called The Problem of Pain.

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In the first few lines of my debut novel, Fade to White, Thea says that ‘it started with a story in the newspaper’, but there was a greater story planted in her heart long before the death of a classmate. That story already had an ending. Thea’s grams, spent her last moments pouring out as much of this truth as she could. It’s through her pain and death that Thea realizes a greater story. One with an ending that ignites her spark and allows her to share that light not only to herself but beyond. It started with a conversation.

If you would like to read Pressing into Stillness, the short story that first moves Thea into a place of wonder and questioning, please visit Tara’s website at www.tarakross.com.

 

Tara’s debut young adult contemporary novel, Fade to White, continues this story:

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Thea Fenton’s life looks picture-perfect, but inside, she is disintegrating. Wracked by anxiety no one seems to understand or care about, she resorts to self-harm to deflect the pain inside.

When a local teen commits suicide, Thea’s anxiety sky-rockets. Unexplainable things happen, leaving her feeling trapped within her own chaotic mind. The lines between reality and another world start to blur, and her previously mundane issues seem more daunting and insurmountable than ever.

Then she meets Khi, a mysterious new boy from the coffee shop who seems to know her better than she knows herself—and doesn’t think she’s crazy. His quiet confidence and unfounded familiarity draw her into an unconventional friendship.

Khi journeys with her through grief, fear, and confusion to arrive at compassion for the one person Thea never thought she could love.

EXCERPT:

My phone starts to ding rapid-fire. The discourse between my parents heightens. A familiar tension fills my chest. The oatmeal churns in my stomach. Did one of them just say my name? The room is brighter. Too bright. I peer in the direction of the front window. Where is the window? The usual California shutters and collection of white cupboards blur. All I see are pewter knobs. I swing my head over to Dad and his dark housecoat. His silhouette is turned toward Mom, but his features are barely visible. What is happening? He is less than three feet from me. Why can’t I see his face? The haze thickens. Am I fainting? But there are no stars, no darkness—just light. Endless, blurring, white light.

I’m dying.

Oh please, no—I can’t be dying!

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. The air is sucked from my throat. I can’t breathe. My ears pound. Strained voices fade.

Wait. What is that? A sound, soft at first, grows like a strong wind or a plunging waterfall. It overpowers my racing heart.

Be still.

Want to read more? You can find Tara’s book Fade to White at Amazon: Barnes and Noble: and Lighthouse Publications of the Carolinas

 

About the Author:

Tara K. Ross lives with her husband, two daughters and rescued fur-baby in a field of cookie-cutter homes near Toronto, Canada. She works as a school speech-language pathologist and mentors with local youth programs. When Tara is not writing or reading all things young adult fiction, you can find her rock climbing the Ontario escarpment, planning her family’s next jungle trek or podcasting/blogging at www.tarakross.com.

FADE TO WHITE is her debut novel.

Connect with Tara at Instagram: @ tara.k.ross :  Twitter:@tara_k_ross Goodreads

 

 

 

Wednesday Writers–Two’s Company and Three’s a Crowd: A Groom for Mama by Catherine Castle

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Today’s Wednesday Writers guest is me, Catherine Castle. I had an unexpected vacancy so I thought I’d fill in and give readers a peek at my award-winning romantic comedy, with a touch of drama  A Groom for Mama. One look at the quirky cover and you know you’re in for some laughs. I mean, who puts Mama on their wedding cake? Can you find her?

So, take few moments and enjoy the excerpt.

 

Two’s Company and Three’s a Crowd

You’ve heard the old axiom, “Two’s company and three’s a crowd,” haven’t you?

Well, imagine you’ve made a deal with your mother to find a husband—a deal you don’t really want to keep. A deal you hope will keep her going to clinics to find a cure for her cancer. A deal that will force you to have a date for every test she takes. A deal that lands you a bunch of disastrous dates. And here’s the kicker, your ex-boyfriend is arranging and tagging along on those dates, at your request.

Yep. Two’s company and three is definitely a crowd for Allison Walters and her ex beau Jack Somerset as they travel across the county to find a cure and A Groom for Mama.

 

A Groom for Mama

By Catherine Castle

 Beverly Walters is dying, and before she goes she has one wish—to find a groom for her daughter. To get the deed done, Mama enlists the dating service of Jack Somerset, Allison’s former boyfriend.

The last thing corporate-climbing Allison wants is a husband. Furious with Mama’s meddling, and a bit more interested in Jack than she wants to admit, Allison agrees to the scheme as long as Mama promises to search for a cure for her terminal illness.

A cross-country trip from Nevada to Ohio ensues, with a string of disastrous dates along the way, as the trio hunts for treatment and A Groom For Mama.

 

Excerpt:

Allison snapped her suitcase shut and shoved it under the bed. “I don’t want to talk about the one who got away, or any other man, Mama. They grab your heart and break it—just like Daddy did to you . . . to us.”

“Not all men are like your daddy,” Mama said. “There are good ones out there, too.”

“Not in my experience.” Allison gave her mother a hug. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore, okay?”

Mama’s silence told her she hadn’t heard the last of this subject. Her mother’s stomach growled, easing the way to a subject change.

Laughing, she asked, “Are you hungry, because I’m starving. Come on, I’ll fix you some lunch. How does your favorite—tuna salad—sound?”

“Lunch,” Mama echoed. “Oh, I forgot to tell you—Jack’s bringing something over.” The doorbell rang and Mama smiled sweetly. “You’d better run and answer the door, dear. I’m not taking the stairs too good, what with my arthritis and—”

Allison cut her off. “Please don’t say it, Mama.”

With a nod, Mama said, “Hurry then, before whoever it is thinks we’re not coming.”

“Do you need me to return and help you downstairs?”

“No thank you, dear. I can manage.”

Allison didn’t doubt that for a minute. Her already-stubborn mother grew more stubborn every day, if that was possible.

It’s just the situation. I won’t lose my temper when we’re both so stressed, she promised herself. Time is too precious to waste on arguing.

Bounding down the stairwell as the bell rang, she shouted, “I’m coming! I’m coming. Keep your pants on!” She threw the deadbolt off and jerked open the door.

Jack Somerset stood in front of her, his chin perched on top of a stack of Chinese take-out cartons. Shoving down her tingling gut reaction, she commanded her heart to stop jumping like an overexcited puppy.

Except for a few more laugh wrinkles around his eyes, Jack hadn’t changed a bit since college. His brown hair still dipped over his forehead in a shaggy mane. A lopsided smile spread across his face when he saw her. He winked at her, his green eyes twinkling.

“Well, if it isn’t the bride-to-be. Nice to see you again, Allison.” He jiggled the cartons balanced in his arms. “I brought Chinese. I remember it was your favorite. Moo shu pork, right?” He pushed past her and headed toward the kitchen, apparently as well acquainted with her childhood home as she.

Grabbing her head between her hands, she squeezed her temples.

Chinese. Of all the things he could have brought, he brought Chinese.

She’d broken it off with him in a Chinese restaurant . . . over moo shu pork. Very loudly and very violently. The pork and the pot of hot tea had landed in Jack’s lap when he tried to keep her from leaving the table. Did his choice of entrees mean Jack hadn’t forgotten the incident? She hadn’t, and she’d been unable to eat that particular Chinese dish since.

Trailing behind him into the kitchen, she said, “You can put the boxes on the table.”

He obliged then started taking plates out of the cabinets.

A frisson of annoyance crept up her spine at the familiarity he showed in her mother’s kitchen. “Why don’t you just make yourself at home?”

“I will.” He shot a boyish grin at her. “Been doing it for some time now.” He set three plates on the table then turned and dug into the silverware drawer.

Stunned, she watched as he laid the silverware out on the table just the way Mama liked them—the knife, fork, and spoon lined up on the right-hand side of the plate. He hadn’t been joking when he said he been making himself at home.

What in heaven’s name had her old flame been doing in her absence? Courting Mama?

 

Want tor read more of this award-winning romantic comedy, with a touch of drama? You can find A Groom for Mama at Amazon and Barnes and Noble

 

About the Author:

Multi-award winning author Catherine Castle loves writing. Before beginning her career as a romance writer she worked part-time as a freelance writer. She has over 600 articles and photographs to her credit, under her real name, in the Christian and secular market. She also lays claim to over 300 internet articles written on a variety of subjects and several hundred poems. In addition to writing she loves reading, traveling, singing, theatre, quilting and gardening. She’s a passionate gardener whose garden won a “Best Hillside Garden” award from the local gardening club. She writes sweet and inspirational romances. You can find her award-winning Soul Mate books The Nun and the Narc and A Groom for Mama, on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

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Wednesday Writers–Regina Rudd Merrick Talks Book Setting and a #Giveaway

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Today’s Wednesday Writers guest is Regina Rudd Merrick. Regina is talking houses, family history, book settings and how they relate to her upcoming book Heart of Restoration. Since Heart of Restoration isn’t due out until August (but available for preorder in July), Regina is giving away either an ebook or paperback copy of Hope is Born: A Mosaic Christmas Anthology, which contains a prequel to her RenoVations series, “RenoVating Christmas” to one lucky commenter. Leave a comment on Regina’s post to be entered in the contest. Winners will be announced on June 16, 2020 on the blog, so please check back to see if you’re the lucky reader. Be sure and check out the excerpt Regina has provided from Heart of Restoration.

Welcome, Regina!

 

The setting of Heart Restoration, Book 1 in the RenoVations Series in the Mosaic Collection.

 

A few years ago I found a house out in the country that I desperately wanted to buy. I was obsessed with it, and because HGTV is practically the only channel I watch that isn’t streaming, I had visions of restoring the house that, at least partly, was built in the late 1850s.

In my research, I actually found what might be a family connection, which is extremely unlikely, since I am not from the county of my residence. I grew up a few counties west of my current home, but back in the early 1800s the Rudds came west from Tennessee, one brother (my branch) went on toward Paducah, KY, others to various spots in Kentucky, and a sister apparently married a man and settled in Crittenden County, where we currently live.

This fascinated me. When I found the Rudd name, I was hooked, and kept digging. Sally Rudd became Sally Rudd Clement. Her son, John Rudd Clement, submitted plans for building a town called “Clementsburg” along the Ohio River in the northern part of the county, but unfortunately he was killed in a sawmill accident at 48. His son is the one that built the house that I fell in love with, and it stayed in the Clement family until the 1990s.

I didn’t get to buy the house, but the idea of a town in the area north of the county seat was so fascinating that I decided to create “Clementville” as the setting for my new series.

In a way, I’m world-building, which is fun. I can use all the roads, land features, etc., that are already there, but I can plop a tiny little town that is thriving despite the fact that it’s a farming community and river traffic doesn’t stop there anymore.

Be on the lookout for Heart Restoration in August! Pre-Orders will begin in July!

 

In the meantime, I would love to give away either an ebook or paperback copy of Hope is Born: A Mosaic Christmas Anthology, which contains a prequel to my RenoVations series, “RenoVating Christmas.” Leave a comment to be entered.

 

Heart Restoration

by Regina Rudd Merrick

 For interior designer Lisa Reno things go from bad to worse when her contractor brother falls off a ladder and breaks his leg. Now she has to deal with the past coming back to haunt her, an old house with a corpse in the creepy cellar, and her best friend trying her best to fix her up with any man that moves.

Nick Woodward is willing to do his old college roommate a favor – especially since it involves renovating his own inheritance. The last thing he wants is to get involved with anyone. When he lost his wife and unborn child so suddenly, he had made the decision to keep God and everyone else at arm’s length.

So far, so good.

Ah, the difference a trip to a dingy basement makes.

 

EXCERPT

Who knew a random ‘I owe you’ would turn into a monumental project, and this particular monumental project, at that. He turned to walk back around to the front of the house and saw a pickup truck. The magnetic sign on the truck read ‘Reno-Vations–Re-Do it Right.’

Typical Del. When they went to college together, they were both English literature and composition majors. So what do two guys with English majors and no teaching credentials do when they get out of college? They become contractors, of course.

Del had the right idea. His sister was a design major, and his dad had been a contractor for years. When Steve Reno decided to semi-retire, he passed the legacy of Reno Construction on to his kids. Del must have added the tag line, homage to his literary studies; alliteration was Del’s first love.

A young lady holding her phone in front of her walked out the front door and onto the porch. She looked up from her call when she saw him coming toward her, waving her fingers. Her eyes widened with recognition.

Was that Lisa? He couldn’t tell. He hadn’t seen her since college. She’d been a couple of years behind them, so while he was living the high life of an upper-classman, she was keeping her nose to the grindstone taking classes and doing whatever it was artsy people did in their spare time. From what he remembered, she had looked fifteen at twenty, was somewhat mousy, and was constantly pushing her glasses up on her nose that was perpetually stuck in a book of some kind.

There was always something about her, though, that drew him. After he got to know her a little better, through Del, flirting with her on the quad at Murray State became a habit, and she usually rolled her eyes and ignored him.

He caught himself raking his hand through his unruly hair. He needed a haircut. Looking down, he noticed the dried concrete on his boots he hadn’t noticed before. He could have at least put on his better pair, but it wasn’t like he wanted to impress anybody. It was his skills as a contractor they were looking for, not his appearance.

While he waited, he decided to take a closer look at the front porch. Spongy wood in places. Great. That didn’t bode well. Chances were they would end up ripping the whole porch off and starting over. More expense. This was why he dealt mainly with new construction.

“Nick?”

It was her. Come on. Could seven years make this much difference? He remembered the auburn hair, but not the brilliant green eyes. “Lisa?”

She looked surprised, and a little flushed as she held out her hand and smiled. “I didn’t think you would remember me.”

He took her slender hand in his, surprised by the confident grip in such a soft hand. “Sure I remember you. I almost…”

“Didn’t recognize me? I know. I get it all the time.” She shrugged. “No glasses.” She wrinkled her nose and laughed. “I wonder why Del didn’t tell me the contractor he’d hired was you.”

He lifted an eyebrow and smiled back, wondering the same thing. So Del hadn’t told her who the owner was.

“Whatever his reason, it’s good to see you.”

“And you.”

Was that a slight blush on her face, or was it getting hot out here?

Rather than continue standing there awkwardly, both turned to face the house. “Looks like he’s tasked us with this gem of a place.” He glanced over at her. Her eyes were narrowed, and she had her index finger tapping on her chin as she gazed upon the dilapidated structure.

“He called it a ‘jewel in the rough.’” She turned to him. “You know, the more I look at it, the more I agree with him.”

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while you wait for Heart Restoration to arrive.

 

About the Author:

Regina Rudd Merrick is a multi-published writer, church musician, wife, mother, former librarian, lover of all things beachy and chocolate, and grateful follower of Jesus Christ. Married to her husband of 35-plus years, she is the mother of two grown daughters, and the keeper of a 100-year-old house where she lives in the small town of Marion, KY. Connect with Regina on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or on her website at https://www.reginaruddmerrick.com/ .

 

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Wednesday Writers–Gateway to Elvendom by Carol Browne

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Today’s Wednesday Writer’s guest is author Carol Browne, with Gateway to Elvendom, another of the books in her epic fantasy series, The Elwardian Chronicles II. Carol is sharing an excerpt with us today. Welcome, Carol

His adventures in Elvendom left Godwin a changed man, and now bereavement has darkened his world.

In another dimension, a new Elvendom is threatened by the ambitions of a monstrous enemy. But who – or what – is the Dark Lady of Bletchberm?

And what has become of Elgiva?

Reeling from the loss of their Elwardain, the elves ask Godwin for help.
Transported into a strange world of time travel and outlandish creatures, will he succeed in his quest against impossible odds, or will the Dark Lady destroy everything the Elwardain fought to preserve?

EXCERPT
His heart thumping in his throat, Godwin took in all the details of the goblin’s appearance. The creature was probably four feet tall at most and was wearing a sleeveless leather tunic and short leggings over his skinny frame. His arms and legs were hard with thin bands of muscle; sinews moved like taut wires beneath the scant flesh. Godwin fancied that the goblin’s skin had a sickly, greenish tint, but in the firelight it was impossible to be sure.

The goblin moved in an awkward manner, not upright like a man or an elf, but slightly stooped and with bent knees, as though on the verge of pouncing. The dome of his head was as bald and smooth as a pebble, and his very long, pointed ears were attached on either side like those of a lynx. His large eyes glittered like wet malachite and between them a long, sharp nose protruded with all the aesthetic attributes of a small parsnip.

The goblin’s large eyes widened as they swivelled in Godwin’s direction, making his stomach curdle in fear and revulsion.

“Only two of you, then?” said the goblin with a smirk. “Not much of a challenge, is it?” He beckoned with his sword and others of his kind began to creep into the circle.

Godwin glanced around. There were six more of them, each carrying a sword of a curious design, the blade like a thin, metal spiral with a very sharp point. A visceral fear welled up inside him at the sight of these weapons, but he didn’t know why.

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Born in Stafford in the UK, Carol Browne was raised in Crewe, Cheshire, which she thinks of as her home town. Interested in reading and writing at an early age, Carol pursued her passions at Nottingham University and was awarded an honours degree in English Language and Literature. Now living and working in the Cambridgeshire countryside, Carol usually writes fiction but has also taken a plunge into non-fiction with Being Krystyna. This story of a Holocaust survivor has been well received.

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Wednesday Writers–A Cord of Three Strands by Christy Distler

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Today’s Wednesday Writer’s guest is author Christy Distler. Christy is sharing some of her family history and how it led to her historical romance A Cord of Three Strands. She also has an excerpt at the bottom of the post, so keep reading to the end.

Welcome Christy!

When I was a child, my mom introduced me to genealogy. This was thirty years ago, so she was doing it the old-fashioned way: visiting libraries, historical societies, vital records offices, and cemeteries. I loved going through all the information she gathered. And going through it again. And again.

Years later, my family signed up for internet service, and that was a game changer. Researching our ancestors was suddenly as easy as typing names and birthdates into a search engine. Of course, not all names returned information. Many didn’t. But my Lucken/Lukens ancestors did, and because some were instrumental in the settlement and building of Philadelphia and the surrounding area, both physically and intellectually, information abounded. Now I was really hooked.

Our Lukens family line was one I was able to trace back to the late Middle Ages. Originally from the Netherlands, they were Mennonites-turned-Quaker who, in 1683, following years of skirting martyrdom during the Reformation, finally took refuge in William Penn’s “religious experiment,” Pennsylvania. After settling Germantown (now a part of Philadelphia), they spread east and north, with my ninth-great-grandfather, Peter Lukens, settling in Horsham Township, at that time a wilderness. This piqued my interest even more, since I’d lived some of my childhood in Horsham and resided less than two miles from Horsham Friends Meeting, which Peter Lukens’s family attended.

My love for genealogy continued, and one evening I came across an ancestor who got my mind turning: Seneca Lukens. His intriguing first name made me wonder about the family’s connection to Indian tribes (at the time, the Seneca lived in northern Pennsylvania and southern New York). From the possible Native American connection, Isaac Lukens—a half-Lenape, half-white young man who had been reared by Horsham Friends—made his way into a dream I had that night.

As a fiction writer, I did what I had to: brought Isaac to life as a main character, along with co-MC Elisabeth Alden, in a story that takes place in Horsham in 1756.

My research for this novel brought to light men and women who followed Christ’s instruction and example no matter the cost. Mennonites and Friends were the first colonists to denounce slavery and the gross mistreatment of Indian tribes, and Friends were instrumental in forging peace between Pennsylvania and the province’s tribes, namely the Lenape, during the French and Indian War. Both of these social issues play major parts in the book, and it is my hope that Isaac and Elisabeth’s story embodies Friends’ devotion to truth, equality, and love for others, as well as the plight of the Lenape people during a turbulent time in American history.

This all said, in an interesting turn of events, I have recently learned through a local historian that Seneca Lukens was more likely named for the Roman philosopher Lucius Annaeus Seneca than for the Seneca tribe. A bit disappointing, but all is not lost. The imagination, whether piqued by truth or speculation, is a wonderful thing.

 

A Cord of Three Strands

by Christy Distler

As 1756 dawns, Isaac Lukens leaves the Pennsylvania wilderness after two years with the Lenape people. He’s failed to find the families of his birth parents, a French trader and a Lenape woman. Worse, the tribe he’s lived with, having rejected his peacemaking efforts, now ravages frontier settlements in retaliation. When he arrives in the Quaker community where he was reared, questions taunt him: Who is he—white man or Lenape? And where does he belong?

Elisabeth Alden, Isaac’s dearest childhood friend, is left to tend her young siblings alone upon her father’s death. Despite Isaac’s promise to care for her and the children, she battles resentment toward him for having left, while an unspeakable tragedy and her discordant courtship with a prominent Philadelphian weigh on her as well.

Elisabeth must marry or lose guardianship of her siblings, and her options threaten the life with her and the children that Isaac has come to love. Faced with Elisabeth’s hesitancy to marry, the prospect of finding his family at last, and the opportunity to assist in the peace process between Pennsylvania and its Indian tribes, Isaac must determine where—and to whom—the Almighty has called him.

 

EXCERPT:

In my bedchamber, I stripped off all but my breeches and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My eyes ached with exhaustion, but that hardly compared to the weariness that plagued my soul. This evening’s visit, though it provided more information than expected, left me overwhelmed by conflicting feelings—joy in the gained knowledge that I’d so long yearned for, yet heartache in the loss of those I’d once loved most.

Then there was Elisabeth.

Would I ever understand my actions when it came to her? I’d been so pleased to find her waiting for me, to know she sensed my frame of mind and cared that I was troubled. Yet I had pushed her away. As soon as she had shown concern, hoping I would confide in her, I used the simplest excuse not to.

’Twas no wonder she couldn’t trust me. Why would she share the difficulties she faced when I so often failed to share mine with her? I longed for the closeness we once had, when we shared our every feeling without a second thought, so why was it so difficult to confess my struggles?

I sighed heavily. Distancing myself from Elisabeth wasn’t my intention. She had always known me best, and no doubt she still did. Only with her had I shared the horrors of what I’d experienced while away, and ’twas her reassurances—and her arms around me—that had comforted me since I’d returned. Even tonight, embracing her had eased the emptiness that gnawed within.

But that posed a problem as well. Elisabeth’s beauty enchanted me, and her sweet affection stirred my heart in ways I dared not act upon. Her courtship with Hiram was now quite evident, whether or not I approved, so we could share nothing more than friendship.

In light of that, my earlier aloofness was a necessity. Her best interest required that we take care in our actions, and I’d never forgive myself if her reputation were to be called into question because of me. While that had not been the reason I’d held back from her downstairs, part of me was now glad that I had.

Still, I cared so much for her. There was no denying that her relationship with Hiram could have grave consequences, but I struggled to discern the extent of my responsibility. Should I respect Elisabeth’s maturity and capability to make her own decisions? Or should I honor my word to Jonathan and do everything I could to protect her and the children? Both choices could result in more sorrow.

“Father, give me wisdom,” I whispered. “Show me what to do.”

Be still and know that I am God. The familiar words of the psalmist came to me in the darkness.

Indeed. In my apprehension, I’d somehow lost sight of the Almighty. He loved Elisabeth, the children, and me, and I knew he had great plans for all of our lives. Throughout my years he had proven that his goodness could be trusted even in the bleakest of circumstances.

I needed to allow and esteem his sovereignty in this situation as well.

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About the Author:

For as long as she can remember, Christy Distler has dreamed her most vivid dreams with her eyes wide open. Names became people—people who didn’t exist in this time and place but couldn’t have been more real in her heart and mind. So she did the only rational thing: gave them a voice by writing fiction.

Christy’s novels, whether historical or contemporary, delve into betrayal and reconciliation, faith and grace, and always involve the intertwining of cultures. When not writing, she works as an editor for publishing houses and independent authors.

Obsession with words (and history) aside, she lives with her husband, children, and dogs in Pennsylvania, less than two miles from where her Lukens ancestors settled more than three hundred years ago.

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Wednesday Writers—Why I Write Regencies by Vonnie Hughes

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Today’s Wednesday Writers guest is Regency author Vonnie Hughes, who will be sharing about her Regency romance Entanglement and her fascination with the Regency era. Welcome, Vonnie.

WHY I WRITE REGENCIES
By Vonnie Hughes

If you check the ‘historical background’ page of my website you’ll get a glimpse of my fascination with the Regency period.

It was such a short time in Britain’s history, but has given rise to many things such as the development of canals as trade with their partners hotted up after the imprisonment of Napoleon, freeing up trade routes, and resulting in large numbers of goods that needed to be transported all over England. The Royal Astronomical Society was founded, along with the early prototype of the bicycle, the development of the railway system, and the Act of Union with Ireland in 1801 etc. All this is from the British point of view. In the USA Whitney came up with the principle of manufacturing interchangeable parts as pertaining to firearms. The statue of the Venus de Milo was discovered in Greece (1820) and so it goes on.

And this is one of the prime reasons I enjoy writing Regencies. In spite of many Regencies persuading you that it was all about Almacks and dukes, the Regency era was actually a time on the cusp of great changes, not just in Britain but all over the world. Minds were opening up, no longer relying on the dogma of the past.

In 1814 The Times adopted steam printing. By this method it could print 1,100 sheets every hour, not 200 as before—a fivefold increase in production capability and demand. This development brought about the rise of the wildly popular fashionable novels.

I appreciate how the Regency era is also noted for its achievements in the fine arts and architecture (Nash springs to mind), and remember the striped wallpaper still known as ‘Regency?’ Those years encompassed a time of great social, political, and economic changes that shaped and altered the societal structure of Britain. Remember that in London alone, the population increased from just under one million in 1801 to 1.25 million by 1820.

One of the reasons that the arts flourished during this era was because of the patronage of ‘Prinny,’ the fact and at times ridiculous Prince of Wales. We might laugh at him, but it’s thanks to him that the development of British architecture flourished, even if his schemes often left the common people paying for his overblown designs.

The Regency era opened up the market for many authors including Sir Walter Scott, Maria Edgeworth, Mary Shelley (who incorporated the general mistrust of science during the earlier part of the Regency era), John Keats, and William Blake. Then there were the playwrights and artists…the list goes on and on to confirm how minds began to open to new possibilities during that time.

And that, friends, is why I love to set some of my books during the Regencies. There are so many possibilities! Oh yes, there was a lot more to the Regency period than those autocratic dukes and the patronesses at Almacks.

Here’s a brief look at my Regency novella. I hope you enjoy it.

Entanglement

by Vonnie Hughes

When Alexandra Tallis discovers that her witless sister has imprisoned their father’s nemesis, Theo Crombie, in their attic, she quickly frees him, fighting an unladylike impulse to keep him as her own special captive. Despite the brutal beating she receives from her father for her actions, Alexandra continues to yearn for the delicious Mr. Crombie even though she knows that nothing will ever come of her dreams.

Injured and shackled in a stranger’s attic, Theo unexpectedly discovers the woman of his dreams. But how can he pursue those dreams when her bizarre family’s complex relationships threaten the very foundation of his existence? Somehow Theo must find a way through this maze to claim his lady.

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About the Author:

Vonnie Hughes is a multi-published author in both Regency books and contemporary suspense. She loves the intricacies of the social rules of the Regency period and the far-ranging consequences of the Napoleonic Code. And with suspense she has free rein to explore forensic matters and the strong convolutions of the human mind. Like many writers, some days she hates the whole process, but somehow she just cannot let it go.

Vonnie was born in New Zealand, but she and her husband now live happily in Australia. If you visit Hamilton Gardens in New Zealand be sure to stroll through the Japanese Garden. These is a bronze plaque engraved with a haiku describing the peacefulness of that environment. The poem was written by Vonnie.

All of Vonnie’s books are available on The Wild Rose Press and Amazon.

Learn more about Vonnie Hughes on her website and blog. Stay connected on Facebook and Goodreads.