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A Writer’s Garden–Perfect Gifts by Sally Brandle

11 Thursday Nov 2021

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Welcome to A Writer’s Garden where writers who are gardeners or just love gardens will be sharing their garden and flower stories, as well as a bit about their writing. Today’s writer/gardener guest is Sally Brandle talking about garden gifts, the kind you use in the garden. Welcome, Sally!

My family knows my love of gardening and they respond with perfect gifts. Over the years I’ve received a swell pair of shovels from my youngest son, a garden cart, and endless tools. For my birthday in October this year, my two sons sourced a lite, battery powered chopper’s delight. I now can prune bushes without my shoulders complaining.

The Garden Claws were my husband’s idea. I don’t think my collection of ‘fingerless’ gloves are unique. Long nails aren’t the issue. The Claws are great for semi-detail weeding and are about $8 a pair. Rain has prevented my determination on durability. So far, they appear sturdy and my nails are clean!

My latest book, the enhanced memoir of a dear friend, launched in May. We self-published, so the garden took second place on the chore list this spring and summer. My guilt receded after a neighbor remarked on the beauty of the butterflies hovering over the flowering shrubs and blooms. I turned the ingrained weed-alert in my brain into choosing to notice what others appreciate—the beauty of the plants, how many birds, bees, and butterflies are present, and the peaceful setting. When I look out from the windows of my office with that thought in mind, I smile and realize how very blessed I am to steward and share this beautiful piece of earth.

  • Looking Down from sugar peas
  • Looking up from sugar peas

The young woman featured in my latest book, Sapphire Promise, is now 98 and no longer the avid gardener whom I met thirty years ago. When I tire of pulling weeds, I think to myself, “Iris would love to be doing this.” That mindset can change a task to a privilege most days. I must admit, I still find morning glory and horsetail to be garden enemies!

May all your plants prosper and your back stay strong!

About the Writer/Gardener:

I grew up gardening with Mom and never lost an admiration for nature’s colors, textures, and scents. Trying to convert our tiered, half-acre plot to be senior friendly presents an ongoing challenge. I try to intersperse gardening, riding, and writing.

My series of three books published by Soulmate Publishing are contemporary, clean, romantic suspense.

iSapphire Promise is a World War II inspirational memoir beginning in 1939 Batavia, Java, Indonesia. This is a clean old-fashioned romance.

Social Media Link:   www.Sallybrandle.com

Sapphire Promise

By Sally Brandle

Loyalty to family. Trusting instincts. The will to survive. These virtues are deeply embedded in a mature Dutch teenager, Annika Wolter. Her attributes prove useful as she navigates typical coming-of-age insecurities and a blossoming romance with a handsome lieutenant in 1939 Batavia, Java.

Nothing prepares her for the distress of Hitler’s attacks on European countries followed by Japan’s bombing of Pearl Harbor, toppling her idyllic life in the Dutch East Indies colonial society and separating her from the man she loves. Uplifting events from a true story showcase how determination, nursing basics, and language skills keep a young woman and her mother alive in the worst Japanese internment camp in the Pacific. If you admire clever women and unfailing love in a tropical wartime setting, you will be captivated by Sapphire Promise.

You can find Sapphire Promise on Amazon: and Barnes & Noble

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Wednesday Writers Christmas Reads–Just In Time for Christmas by Davalynn Spencer

10 Wednesday Nov 2021

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Welcome to Wednesday Writers Christmas Reads! Today’s guest author is Davalynn Spencer with an excerpt from her Historical Christmas Romance Just In Time for Christmas. So without further ado, let’s welcome Davalynn and get reading!

Just In Time for Christmas

by Davalynn Spencer

She’s seventeen with a ranch to run, a fear of heights, and a cowboy intent on stealing her heart. 

Abigale Millerton leaves a Denver girl’s school and returns to her grandparents’ high-country ranch to find the boy she’d grown up with not a boy any longer—and butting in on her challenge with local timber thieves. If he’d stop telling her what to do, they might get along. 

Seth Holt has loved Abigale since before he knew better. And now that she’s back in the high country, she’s still as bull-headed as ever. But Seth can match her, and he’s determined to keep her out of harm’s way and in his line of sight. Trouble is, he’d rather keep her in his arms. 

Excerpt: 

Autumn 1875 

The Catamounts, El Paso County, Colorado Territory 

The chair tipped beneath her boots. 

Abigale fanned her arms, fighting for balance in the barn’s drafty loft, but the chair tipped further. She dove into the hay pile, cringing as wood splintered on the barn floor twelve feet below. 

That was the second kitchen chair she’d lost in three days.  

Rolling to her back, she looked up at the leaky roof. If she didn’t know better, she’d think Pop had deliberately taken his shotgun to it. But she did know better. He’d been up in years, not out of his mind.  

A tear escaped and slid to her temple. If she hadn’t gone back to school after Mams passed last year, she could have helped him more, and he might not have worked himself underneath that marker in the family plot. 

She stood and brushed hay from her hair and clothes, then kicked the wooden boxes she’d stacked in the loft. Not exactly the most stable foundation for balancing a chair. 

None of her classes at Wolfe Hall had prepared her for patching a roof without the aid of a ladder, and she didn’t relish the thought of climbing up on top of the barn, ladder or no. The loft was full of summer hay, so she’d have feed enough for the horses and milk cow, but only if she could keep the snow out. 

And it’d soon be snowing by the foot, for the aspens had already turned. 

So did the irony. Pop had called her his Aspen-gal ever since he and Mams took her in as an orphaned six-year-old. 

“Just a few letters difference is all, for a pretty little gal with yella hair,” he’d said. 

His nickname had changed everything. 

As sure as the white-barked trees slipped from green to shimmering gold each fall, a timid, lonely child transformed into one who believed she could do anything she set her mind to. 

Unless it involved heights. 

Slowly descending the makeshift ladder nailed to the barn wall, she studied the rungs and how they were spaced. Why couldn’t she build one just like it on the outside of the barn, a rung at a time? It might be safer than her balancing act in the loft, and less costly. She had only two kitchen chairs left. 

Below her, Chester yapped and wagged his encouragement. Not that she saw him. She simply knew that his happy bark meant a fanning tail. Looking down made things worse. If she didn’t look down, she didn’t have to think about how high up she was. 

As the box stalls rose into her peripheral vision, she chanced a peek. Sure enough, Chester’s feathery tail swept the air. 

“Good boy.” She stepped to blessed terra firma and rubbed the dog’s russet-colored back. “What would I do without your encouragement?” 

Pieces of broken chair lay scattered around her, as well as the fallen board she’d tried to nail on the underside of the roof, and she tossed them on a heap of scrap lumber in Pop’s work room. A neat stack of shingles from the Windsor lumber mill waited for her to be reasonable and use them to replace those that had blown off or worn through. But that meant nailing them on from the outside. 

As always, Pop’s intentions had been good. But this time they simply came too late. 

A shelf along one wall held most of his tools, aside from those that hung from nails above. Leather punches, awls, hammers, a saw. Everything looked just as he’d left it, as if he’d walk in the door any minute and ask what she was doing. Sinking into her memories of the tall, robust man, she smelled the pipe smoke that clung to his plaid wool shirts. Saw the crinkles at the corners of his laughing eyes, the shock of white hair that helped her spot him from a distance if he wasn’t wearing his old brown hat.  

It hung from a nail by a spare harness collar and she plopped it on her head. Fitting as poorly as ever, it made her feel like Pop was nearby, encouraging her on like Chester. It made her feel less lonely. 

Rather than return to the loft for the hammer she’d left behind, she chose another one from Pop’s collection, shoved it in the belt holding up his trousers, and pocketed a handful of nails. After arming herself with several shorter pieces from the scrap pile, she cinched her determination, and marched out to the mountain side of the barn. 

Chester followed. 

“This is a simple task—hold the board against the barn and drive a nail in each end.” 

The dog dropped to his haunches as if expecting a show. 

Abigale inspected the wooden siding, chose a narrow section between two vertical boards that created a shallow space, and nailed the first slat across it at knee height. The second one she hammered in level with her waist, and the third one she set even with her shoulders. Pleased with her work so far, she tugged on the rungs, testing their hold. 

So far so good. 

Craning her head back, she looked up. Way up past the barn into the gray-bellied clouds. 

With her fingers clenched like a corset around the slats, she shut her eyes, climbed up to the second rung and back down. 

Chester barked. 

“Thank you. Now if you’ll just follow me up, you can carry a shingle in your mouth.” 

And it would take her a month to patch the roof. That would never do, for snow was sure to fly tonight. Besides, Chester didn’t climb ladders. But she could rig a rope pully and haul the shingles that way. Or fashion a sling across her back and carry them with her. Wouldn’t Miss Butterfield be impressed with her ingenuity? 

Abigale snorted—a most unladylike habit she’d been temporarily shamed out of by the Wolfe Hall head mistress. But up here in the high country where the air was crisp and bracing, and the gun-metal sky so low she could touch it, such a rebellious gesture felt somehow liberating. 

She mustered her nerve by considering the three mouths she had to feed that now grazed on winter-dry grass in the near pasture. Clearly, no one had felt compelled to take a couple of old horses and Ernestine home for the winter. You’d think someone would have fetched them, someone like the Holts from the next ranch over. 

Memories flickered by, all the hours she’d tagged along with their son Seth. But what would he want with a couple of broken-down saddle horses and a dry cow? 

Chester, on the other hand, still had a few good years in him. At the funeral, Pastor Meeks had agreed to take him home. Maybe the old dog had come back of his own accord. 

Like she had. 

She gathered more slat-like pieces from the scrap pile, slid them into her belt, and started up the so-called ladder. 

A snowflake landed on her nose. 

Nooo, not yet! 

A drumroll tumbled, but she refused to look at the peak rising behind her. She’d witnessed thundersnow once as a child, a phenomenon that Pop said required precise conditions to occur. She didn’t need those precise conditions now. She needed to patch the roof and preserve the hay. 

Pressed close as she was against the outside of the barn, she couldn’t see the wide park spreading out to the east, but she sensed the gathering storm and felt the cloud ceiling drop even lower. 

Ignoring the next few flakes, she extended her ladder by three more slats, inspiring perseverance. She stepped up on one slat with another at waist level, appreciating the semblance of security. With wooden piece in hand against the barn’s side, she set a nail at one end, and pounded it in. Emboldened by the minute, she finished another set of three and climbed up to start on the next, and then the next. 

A thunderous crash set the barn trembling, and she flinched. The hammer slipped from her hand, her fingers from the rung, and her heart lurched to her throat as bottomless space opened beneath her. 

Want to read more? You can find Just In Time for Christmas at Amazon

About the Author:

Bestselling author and Will Rogers Gold Medallion winner for Inspirational Western Fiction, Davalynn Spencer writes Western romance set along the Front Range of Colorado’s Rocky Mountains. She is the wife and mother of professional rodeo bullfighters and an award-winning rodeo journalist and former crime-beat reporter who can’t stop #lovingthecowboy. When she’s not writing Western romance, she teaches writing workshops, speaks for special events, plays piano on her church worship team, and wrangles feline mouse detectors Annie and Oakley. Connect with her at www.davalynnspencer.com

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Wednesday Writers–The Price of Glory by Caroline Warfield

20 Wednesday Oct 2021

Posted by Catherine Castle in Blog, Book excerpts, books, Guest Authors, historical romance, Romance, romance author, Wednesday Writers

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Welcome to Wednesday Writers! Today’s guest is historical romance author Caroline Warfield with an excerpt of her early Victorian Historical Romance, The Price of Glory, set in Egypt 1839-1840. Personally, stories set in this time era and location have always fascinated me. I suppose it’s because as a teen I watched a lot of Hollywood movies with my mother that had to do with the archeological digs in Egypt. So, without any further rambling from me, lets welcome Caroline and get on with the reading of her book excerpt.

The Price of Glory

Richard Mallet comes to Egypt with dreams of academic glory. He will be the one to unravel the secrets of the ancient Kushite language. Armed with license to dig, he sets out for Meroë, where the Blue Nile meets the White. He has no room in his life for dalliance or entanglements, and he certainly doesn’t expect to face insurrection and unrest.

Analiese Cloutier seeks no glory—only the eradication of disease among the women and children of Khartoum. She has no interest whatsoever in romantic nonsense and will not allow notions about a lady’s proper role to interfere with her work. She doesn’t expect to have that work manipulated for political purposes.

Neither expects to be enchanted by the amorous power of moonlight in the ruins of Karnak, or to be forced to marry before they can escape revolution. Will their flight north take them safely to Cairo? If it does, can they build something real out of their shattered dreams?

Excerpt: the Journey Begins

The sight of Anastasie Cloutier climbing onto the boat caused Richard’s heart to stutter. When Bashkim introduced Dr. Navarre, he had referred vaguely to the rest of a medical party. Richard recalled Navarre from dinner with Cloutier Bey, but it never occurred to him the medical party might include Cloutier’s daughter.

A jolt of pleasure cut through him at the surprising turn of events, but the sight of her hakima garb boded ill for frivolity. ‘Medical Party’ sounded like business. For Anastasie Cloutier this would be no pleasure cruise.

We’ll have that in common then, he thought, rubbing his chin. At least the chances of interesting conversation during the journey have improved.

A thrill vibrated through him when the dahabiya finally began to move. He had come to one of those moments that divided a life between the time before and what happened after. Whatever the outcome, this moment marked a beginning.

He pushed away from the railing and headed in the direction of Anastasie Cloutier, eager to share his enthusiasm with someone, only to see a servant usher her and the woman with her behind the veils that marked off an enclosure.

“The women’s area,” Ahmed murmured, coming up the aft stairway to stand by Richard. He looked irritated. “Our gear is well packed, but a gang of boys has taken up residence at the end of the cargo barge. The little hooligans will cause mayhem.”

“Our men are there as well?”

“Of course. They know what to watch.”

He shrugged. “But eight weeks is a long time.” Dreadful thought. It almost upended his elation at being on his way at last. “Will it really take that long?”

“Allah permitting. Two thousand miles,” Ahmed said, raising an eyebrow at his employer. “Upriver. The wind will be with us, the current not.”

“Point taken. You did say you know how to play chess, did you not?” The two men grinned at each other in perfect accord. Khalil’s cousin had proven to be intelligent as well as efficient, educated as well as skilled. He promised to be an excellent tour guide as well.

Want to read more? You can find The Price of Glory  here:

About the Author

Award winning author Caroline Warfield has been many things: traveler, librarian, poet, raiser of children, bird watcher, Internet and Web services manager, conference speaker, indexer, tech writer, genealogist—even a nun. She reckons she is on at least her third act, happily working in an office surrounded by windows where she lets her characters lead her to adventures in England and the far-flung corners of the British Empire. She nudges them to explore the riskiest territory of all, the human heart.

You can find me on my website: 

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A Writer’s Garden–What COVID Did for My Garden by Caroline Warfield

29 Thursday Jul 2021

Posted by Catherine Castle in A Writer's Garden, Blog, books, Guest Authors, historical romance, Romance, romance author

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Welcome to A Writer’s Garden where writers who are gardeners or just love gardens will be sharing their garden and flower stories, as well as a bit about their writing. Today’s writer/gardener guest is Caroline Warfield who is sharing the good things that COVID did for her garden. Welcome, Caroline!

Gardens are one thing; gardening is another. I generally say I love the first, but I’m not fond of the second, nor particularly skilled. Covid turned that on its head.  We could no longer plan visits to the public gardens we’ve known and loved—from Longwood near Philadelphia to Versailles and the Vatican Gardens. Worse, we had no way  to visit ones still on our bucket list, such as Kew. All we could do is stare at our own piece of earth. Perhaps that was a blessing.

The plantings across the front had to go first. At the very beginning of the pandemic, we hired a crew (masked and outside) to remove ugly yew bushes and plant flower beds. We thoroughly enjoyed the sequence of blooms all spring and summer. Four little plants, short and unassuming in the very back puzzled me. I didn’t recognize them and worried they were unrecognized weeds. They weren’t. Imagine my  delight this spring when they shot up  into glorious bloom—Foxgloves.

We spent weeks staring at sprawling patch of grass out back. We removed the dead and dying pines that lined the back lane, and planted four trees.

Charging into the second spring, we raised the vegetable patch three inches and  filled it with mushroom compost.

Then  we plunged into a tougher project, a flower border along our back patio. Removing sod  to create a new bed exhausted us, particularly when we realized the spot was heavily  clay. We learned about the uses of gypsum and hard work, but we did it. We used the rest of the compost, and lined the patio with  bee balm and other hummingbird-friendly flowering plants. I’m rather proud of it!

By then restrictions were lifting and a visit from a friend gave me an excuse to visit Longwood Gardens again. Next year it will be back to visits to great public gardens, but our own ground will be much the better for our year of Covid.

Book Two of The Ashmead Heirs has a pivotal scene in a rose garden… but that is a story for another time.

About  the Writer/Gardener:

Award winning author Caroline Warfield has been many things: traveler, librarian, poet, raiser of children, bird watcher, Internet and Web services manager, conference speaker, indexer, tech writer, genealogist—even a nun. She reckons she is on at least her third act, happily working in an office surrounded by windows where she lets her characters lead her to adventures in England and the far-flung corners of the British Empire. She nudges them to explore the riskiest territory of all, the human heart.

Connect with Caroline on her Website and Blog   Facebook    Twitter   YouTube                                            

The Ahsmead Heirs

About the Series

When the old Earl of Clarion leaves a will with bequests for all his children, legitimate and not, listing each and their mothers by name, he complicates the lives of many in the village of Ashmead. One of them grew believing he was the innkeeper’s son. He is the first of The Ashmead Heirs.

Book One: The Wayward Son

Sir Robert Benson’s life is in London. He fled Ashmead the day he discovered the man he thought was his father had lied to him, and the girl he loved was beyond his reach. Only a nameless plea from his sister—his half-sister—brings him back. He will not allow a ludicrous bequest from the earl who sired him turn him into a mockery of landed gentry. When a feisty little termagant with flashing eyes—and a musket—tries to turn Rob off the land—his land—he’s too amused and intrigued to turn away. But the longer he stays, the tighter the bonds that tie him to Ashmead become, strengthened by the powerful draw of the woman rooted on land he’s determined to sell.

Lucy Whitaker’s life is Willowbrook, its land, its tenants, its prosperity—and her precious  apiary—but she always knew it wasn’t hers, knew the missing heir would come eventually. When a powerful man with military bearing rides up looking as if he wants to come in and count the silver, she turns him away, but her heart sinks. She can’t deny Rob Benson his property; she can only try to make him love the place as she does, for her peoples’ sake. A traitorous corner of her heart wishes Rob would love it for her sake.

His life is London; hers is Ashmead. How can they forge something lasting when they are torn in two directions?

Available on Kindle Unlimited or for purchase: 

Musings from A Writer’s Brain–Egypt, Romance and History by Caroline Warfield

05 Monday Jul 2021

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I’ve never been to Egypt.  I often set books in places I’ve visited—and I’ve been to over fifteen countries­—but I’ve never been to Egypt, except in imagination. My great passion is history, however, and Egypt is a history lover’s dream. I couldn’t resist it as a setting for a novel.

It is hard to write about the 19th century and not bump into issues surrounding the long, slow, disintegration of the Ottoman Empire and what the English called “the Eastern Question.” England needed the Ottoman Empire as a buffer to Russian expansionism in ways too complex to go into in  detail. (Think trade routes to India, for one thing.) In researching various books, I became intrigued by the figure of Muhammad Ali Pasha, nominally viceroy of Egypt on behalf of the Ottoman Sultan. In digging deeper, I discovered:

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  • Muhammad was actually Albanian, a solider in service to the Sultan sent to drive the French from Egypt. He did so well, he set himself up as governor.
  • Over decades he also absorbed all of Palestine including what is now Syria under his rule. His son, head of the Egyptian Army, threatened to take Constantinople and topple the empire not once but twice. Russian intervened the first time. England, Austria, Prussia, Russia, and (eventually) France the second time, clipping Muhammad’s wings.
  • His armies also took Nubia (what is now northern Sudan) and grafted it on to Egypt, They built Khartoum as  a military outpost.
  • He was modern and forward thinking in many ways, bringing Western engineering, education, and medicine to Egypt.
  • Under his rule they even opened a medical school for women in 1832. Women graduates were called hakimas, healers, and cared for women and children.
  • He was also despotic, ambitions and cruel. The source of much of his wealth came from trading in and using the labor of enslaved people. Khartoum was a slave trading center.

However, I don’t write straight up historical fiction. I write romance, and I like to think I write “family  centered” romance. The heroes and  heroines of recent books are the children of characters in my earlier books.  When my English hero, raised by a tribe of ferociously  strong women  (his mother is the heroine of Dangerous Works), meets the daughter of a French doctor, trained in the famous medical school, but raised in a male dominated home with a jaundiced view of marriage, their relationship is complicated, to say the least.

I was able to weave that background together with what I learned about Egypt into their story in Cairo, as they  travel down the Nile to Khartoum, and as they are forced to flee back  to create The Price of Glory and I’m thrilled with  the results.

The Price of Glory

by Caroline Warfield

Richard Mallet comes to Egypt with dreams of academic glory. He will be the one to unravel the secrets of the ancient Kushite language. Armed with license to dig, he sets out for Meroë, where the Blue Nile meets the White. He has no room in his life for dalliance or entanglements, and he certainly doesn’t expect to face insurrection and unrest.

Analiese Cloutier seeks no glory—only the eradication of disease among the women and children of Khartoum. She has no interest whatsoever in romantic nonsense and will not allow notions about a lady’s proper role to interfere with her work. She doesn’t expect to have that work manipulated for political purposes.

Neither expects to be enchanted by the amorous power of moonlight in the ruins of Karnak, or to be forced to marry before they can escape revolution. Will their flight north take them safely to Cairo? If it does, can they build something real out of their shattered dreams?

Preorder here.

Note to readers: This book is a Historical Romance, early Victorian, set in Egypt 1839-1840 and is a sensual, but not steamy romance.

About the Author

Award winning author Caroline Warfield has been many things: traveler, librarian, poet, raiser of children, bird watcher, Internet and Web services manager, conference speaker, indexer, tech writer, genealogist—even a nun. She reckons she is on at least her third act, happily working in an office surrounded by windows where she lets her characters lead her to adventures in England and the far-flung corners of the British Empire. She nudges them to explore the riskiest territory of all, the human heart.

My website:  http://www.carolinewarfield.com/

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A Writer’s Garden–Welcome Spring by Tina Susedik

08 Thursday Apr 2021

Posted by Catherine Castle in A Writer's Garden, clean romance, garden blog series, historical romance, Sweet romance

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Welcome to A Writer’s Garden where writers who are gardeners or just love gardens will be sharing their garden and flower stories, as well as a bit about their writing. Today’s writer/gardener guest is Tina Susedik who will be sharing about her upcoming garden projects for 2021. Welcome, Tina!

Hello everyone and welcome Spring!!! Except for the brown grass and leafless trees, I love this time of the year. Anticipating what is going to come up from last year is always exciting. Each day I walk around my gardens to see what is greeting me. It is still early in Northwestern Wisconsin, so there are a lot of leaves to be cleaned up. Amazingly, it was 83 degrees on Monday, which was a record. The warm weather is making the buds on the trees big and plump ready to open into leaves.

Last year we’d had our front porch and driveway redone.

That meant digging up bulbs and moving bushes – some more than once. My tulips, daffodils, and crocuses are already up, but I’m not sure the bushes survived. My tulips are so clumped together and certainly should have been separated last fall. I couldn’t figure out why I didn’t do that then remembered I’d had knee replacement surgery on September 23rd, which meant I couldn’t get my gardens ready for winter. We’ll see if the tulips don’t mind and still bloom. I gave away the long fence from the front porch, but kept the brace bars, spray-painted them and repurposed them as trellises.

Last year I created a new garden in our front lawn. It was an area where grass didn’t grow – until I dug it up and then spent the summer pulling grass from it. The other day I was going for a walk and saw someone had done the same thing in their yard but had put in a small pond. It looked cute. I recalled we had one of those plastic pond things. I also have a solar-powered water fountain. So, my project this spring will be to put in the pond. I have to wait to see what perennials come up first and move them.

Alongside our garage the previous owners had put in a flower bed. I’ve been using it for tomato and pepper plants. The bed is low to the ground, so I’ve asked my husband to make the wall higher, so I don’t have to kneel to weed. (These new knees don’t like kneeling.) For some reason, and I swear it’s because of the cow manure I put in the soil each year, my tomato plants grow to gargantuan heights. The tomato cages are way too small, so I surround them with trellises and hubby ties them to the rain downspout. This year I plan to transplant the flowers that are still in the ground and put in lettuce, sugar peas, and other vegetables.

What are your plans for your gardens this year?

About the Writer/Gardener:

Tina Susedik has loved flowers and gardening for as long as she can remember. Wherever she has lived, and it’s been many, many places, she has tried to make her surroundings filled with flowers. She is a multi-published, award-winning author in both fiction and non-fiction, covering children, military, history, and romantic mysteries.

Connect with Tina on her Website: Blog: Facebook: Goodreads

Check out Tina’s book The Proprietress

Can two damaged hearts rise from the ashes?

 For Leona Winson, life in the lawless town of Deadwood requires a woman to have an iron-clad spine. After a failed engagement, running King’s Restaurant and Hotel has been the fresh start she needed, but she has gained a reputation around town for being no-nonsense, and opinionated. When the fire that consumed the town forces her to oversee the rebuilding of the establishment that she had put her heart and soul into, she discovers that there may be room for a second chance at love to rise from the ashes.

 Asa Johnson had resigned himself to living the bachelor’s life after the death of his wife.  Content to work on King Winson’s ranch and keep an eye on his son Josiah, Asa wasn’t looking for love when he was tasked with rebuilding the only hotel and restaurant in Deadwood, and he never expected to find it in the sharp-tongued proprietress, and sister of his boss.

 When the two are thrown together under extreme circumstances, their relationship blossoms, but will a mysterious traveler who arrived in town after the fire derail their love story before it can even begin?

Want to read more? You can find The Proprietress at Amazon

Wednesday Writers–A Heart’s Gift by Lena Nelson Dooley

18 Wednesday Nov 2020

Posted by Catherine Castle in Book excerpts, books, clean romance, romance author, Wednesday Writers

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Welcome to Wednesday Writers. Today’s guest is author Lena Nelson Dooley, who will be talking about her historical novel, A Heart’s Gift and the historical events she’s included in the book. Welcome. Lena!

Thanks, Catherine.

I like to include actual events and places in my historical novels. A Heart’s Gift is set in what is now Summit County in Colorado, not far from Breckenridge. I’ve visited Summit County and wanted to set a story there. The Rocky Mountains provides a beautiful setting for this one. In 1890, when the story took place, forested mountainsides contained many gold and silver mines, and valleys with lush grass in the summer were homes of several ranches. The hero owns one such ranch which provided beeves, shipped by rail from Frisco, Colorado, to one of the slaughter houses in Chicago.

At the beginning of the story, the heroine is married to a man who owned one of the smaller gold mines and the timber for acres around their log house. All of this is historically accurate. My characters and their story is all that is fiction. I researched Summit County at that time, and most of the store names I used in Breckenridge were actually there. I used the actual schoolhouse-community center building for the wedding, and I found recipes for much of the food in the book. The mine that was closest to town was an actually there.

One of the most interesting pieces of information I found was an actual photograph. One year, when they had an enormous amount of snow, they tunneled through the snow making walkways to cross the streets and along the sidewalks near buildings. This photo showed a man and a woman, dressed up in really nice warm clothing crossing the street in a tunnel. She wore an elaborate hat and a full-length fur coat. Since most of my story took place from spring through fall, I wasn’t able to use that in the story.

A Heart’s Gift

By Lena Nelson Dooley

Franklin Vine has worked hard to build the ranch he inherited into one of the most successful in the majestic Colorado mountains. If only he had an heir to one day inherit the legacy he’s building. But he was burned once in the worst way, and he doesn’t plan to open his heart to another woman. Even if that means he’ll eventually have to divide up his spread among the most loyal of his hired hands.

When Lorinda Sullivan is finally out from under the control of men who made all the decisions in her life, she promises herself she’ll never allow a man to make choices for her again. But without a home in the midst of a hard Rocky Mountain winter, she has to do something to provide for her infant son.

A marriage of convenience seems like the perfect arrangement, yet the stakes quickly become much higher than either of them ever planned. When hearts become entangled, the increasing danger may change their lives forever.

Excerpt:

            Franklin Vine glanced up from the trail when he heard the door hinges on the cabin emit a loud squeal. A tiny woman with hair the color of sunshine stepped through the open doorway, then shut the portal against the cold air. The flinty expression on her face and the rifle on her arm showed she didn’t welcome the intrusion.

            He glanced toward the man on the other horse. “Did you know a woman lived up here?”

            His foreman’s gaze traveled from the woman to his boss. “I never seen her before, and I don’t remember Mike ever saying anything about having a woman up here.”

            Franklin didn’t look forward to sharing the news of Sullivan’s death with this woman, whoever she was. All they’d planned to do was give the man a decent burial on his own property. This woman was a complication he didn’t want … or need.

            “Stop right where you are!” Harsh words rang across the frozen landscape. Surprisingly strong from such a small woman.

            Now she held the rifle to her shoulder and had taken a bead on his chest. Evidently, she knew how to use the weapon. She held the rifle still, and her hands didn’t quiver. He didn’t want to find out how good her aim was.

            He stopped his horse and raised his hands with the reins dangling from one of them. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

            Still holding the lead to the pack animal, Thomas stopped his horse beside Franklin’s.

            “State your business and be quick about it.” Her words pierced the icy air like bullets from a six-shooter, aiming straight at them.

            “I’m Franklin Vine.”

            At his words, a flicker of something lit her eyes, but quickly disappeared, replaced by the former hard stare. “The rancher?”

            He gave a slow nod. He didn’t want to do anything to spook her. Not with her finger so close to the trigger.

            “I’ve heard Mike mention you a time or two.” She relaxed her stance a little but didn’t lower the rifle. “I’ve already asked what you want.” The words held more than a hint of steel.

            Franklin slowly rested his hands on his saddle horn. “Might I ask who you are?”

            “Who am I? Mike’s wife.” She must have noticed the puzzled expression on his face. “Didn’t you know he was married?”

            “We only talked about business.” Franklin didn’t want to rile her any more than she was already.

            Her shoulders lifted and stiffened again. “So why are you here?”

            Franklin gazed over the pristine whiteness toward the rocky peaks across the large valley then back toward the woman. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you, but I’m going to dismount now. Please don’t shoot.” He swung his leg over the back of the horse and started toward her, taking a few slow, deliberate steps while he surreptitiously watched her from under the brim of his Stetson.

            Mrs. Sullivan kept her eyes on him, only giving a quick glance toward Thomas when he shifted and his saddle squeaked. As she looked back toward Franklin, he raised his hands again.

            “I need to talk to you, Mrs. Sullivan.” He handed the reins to his foreman and walked the rest of the way up toward the house, stopping a few feet in front of the woman.

            While she studied him up and down, the woman had a weary look about her. Finally, she lowered the rifle, but kept holding it with both hands, probably so she could quickly raise it again if needed. “So, talk.”

            He rubbed the back of his neck which felt stiff from all the tension coiled inside. This wasn’t going to be easy. “Mrs. Sullivan, this is my foreman, Thomas Walker.” Franklin flipped his gloved hand toward Thomas. “He actually knew your husband better than I did.”

            For a moment her eyes widened, and he could read the fear in them.

            “Thomas found Sullivan’s …” Franklin stopped and cleared his throat. “… your husband’s body at the edge of the Rocking V today. We brought him home to bury him on his own land.”

            As if punctuating his statement, the woman crumpled to the ground, and her rifle pitched into the snow, the barrel tunneled into the few inches of the white stuff.

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About the Author:

Lena Nelson Dooley is a best-selling, award-winning author who loves to give her readers stories with characters who grip their hearts. She also loves mentoring other authors and helping them get published. She lives with the love of her life in Texas. Her favorite activity of any day is spending time with their children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

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A Writer’s Garden–Garden Upheaval by Tina Susedik

22 Thursday Oct 2020

Posted by Catherine Castle in A Writer's Garden, garden blog series, Romance

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Welcome to A Writer’s Garden where writers who are gardeners or just love gardens will be sharing their garden and flower stories, as well as a bit about their writing.

Today’s writer/gardener guest is Tina Susedik. Tina will be sharing about all the upheaval in this year’s garden. Welcome, Tina!

It’s nearly the end of the growing season, and this one has been interesting. I’ve written in past blogs about how much I’ve moved in my life and had to start new gardens all the time. Well, this year we didn’t move but . . . we had a new driveway and a larger front porch put in. What did that mean? Well, it meant digging up plants once again. Tulips, bushes, crocuses, etc. etc.

The work started in April when things were just starting to come up. 

 

 

 

 

 

I had to move the plants and bulbs to a different garden. When the work was done, I had to move them back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A couple of my poor bushes were then moved once more when I didn’t like where I’d put them.

 

I only lost one of them, but took all summer for it to give up the ghost. I’m hopeful it may decide to surprise me and return in the spring. My tulips were rather sad and my crocuses, well, let’s just say, next year.

I also started a new flower bed in the front yard. It is in an area where grass doesn’t want to grow, so digging it up wasn’t hard at all. I planted lots of flowers which thrived – along with tons of grass. I’m not sure why grass grew when none had before. Weird

 I got a lot of compliments from walkers as they passed our house. Then the deer hit this fall. Chewed down my giant marigolds. Took out my black-eyed susans and I don’t know what else. I’m going to have to do something for next year.

My tomato plants were huge this year, growing as tall as the garage roof. Good old cow manure did the trick. I have tons of cherry tomatoes now and hope they all ripen before the cold hits. I’ve had to cover them a couple of times already.

I love my new porch and driveway. This winter I’ll be dreaming of how much better my gardens will look last year and research how to keep out the deer. Have a wonderful year. I’ll see you all next growing season.

 

About the Writer/Gardener:

Tina Susedik has loved flowers and gardening for as long as she can remember. Wherever she has lived, and it’s been many, many places, she has tried to make her surroundings filled with flowers. She is a multi-published, award-winning author in both fiction and non-fiction, covering children, military, history, and romantic mysteries. She also hosts her own radio show with Authors on the Air Global Radio Network. Twice a month, on the second and fourth Tuesdays at 2:00 Central, she interviews authors in all genres. The title of her show – what else – “Your Book Garden.”

Connect with Tina on her Website and Blog,  Amazon Author Page, Facebook, or Twitter @tinasusedik

The School Marm, book 2 in Tina’s Darlings of Deadwood series, is set to release November 23rd. Look for it on Amazon. In the meantime, check out book one of the series: The Balcony Girl

The Balcony Girl: The Darlings of Deadwood by [Tina Susedik]

Can a secret tear them apart, or bring them together?

When Julia Lindstrom and her sister, Suzanna move to Deadwood, South Dakota in 1879, she never expects to meet her future husband, secretly befriend the madame of a brothel, and help in a disaster.

Daniel Iverson followed the gold rush to Deadwood only to find out he hated it. Now working as a lawyer, he defends ladies of the evening and investigates why men are getting sick. Meeting Julia Lindstrom was an added bonus. But can a secret to she holds tear them apart?

Wednesday Writers–The Heart of Courage by Lynne Tagawa

07 Wednesday Oct 2020

Posted by Catherine Castle in Book excerpts, historical romance, Wednesday Writers

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Welcome to Wednesday Writers. Today’s guest is Lynne Tagawa. Lynne will be talking about the historical characters that were part of the inspiration for her newest release The Heart of Courage. Welcome, Lynne!

Who doesn’t love Thomas Jefferson? When I started plotting my recent release, The Heart of Courage, I plotted to include this man. But unlike George Washington, who also has a cameo part in this story, he doesn’t actually have a role in the French and Indian War.

He was too young. He was in school at the time, first under a tutor, then at the College of William and Mary in Williamsburg, where part of my story takes place. But my story is the second part of a trilogy ending with the American Revolution. There are ideas I wanted to foreshadow in this book that would only be fully realized in the next. And then there’s the whole struggle for religious liberty, taking place over the whole of the 18th century and finally culminating with both the Bill of Rights and the Virginia Statute of Religious Liberty of 1786.

Thomas Jefferson wrote that second document, and thought it his greatest lifetime achievement.

You see, “dissenters” were harassed and persecuted to some degree until this time in the Commonwealth of Virginia. Pennsylvania and Rhode Island were notable safe havens for all denominations, but they were the exception, not the rule. In Virginia, Presbyterian and Baptist ministers needed a license to preach, and everyone owed tithe to the Church of England, the official or “established” church. Baptists in particular weren’t too tractable. Given the way folks were spread out, especially in the backcountry, dissenting ministers took to the saddle and sometimes preached outside their jurisdictions.

Some were fined or jailed. Others were threatened or beaten by mobs. I included both scenarios in Courage. Patrick Henry was incensed that a man could be charged with the “crime” of preaching the gospel, and he appears briefly in the book.

Thomas Jefferson was also a Virginian, and I wondered how his thinking developed on this issue. He was (as far as we can tell) not a Christian, but rather some form of deist. He seemed to esteem His Creator as such, and like others of his day, upheld moral virtue. I suspect that not only was he troubled like his friend Patrick Henry, he probably also desired religious liberty for his own sake. He was, after all, a free-thinker.

In Courage, I introduce young Thomas as a lanky adolescent, then a couple of years later he appears as a student at the College. But I had to fudge a little—he was born in 1743, so I made him a few years older than he would have been, so he could escort my character Susanna to the governor’s gala!

The Heart of Courage

By Lynne Tagawa

It’s 1753, and troubling news comes to Russell’s Ridge . . .

Susanna Russell longs to escape her valley home. When war breaks out, she gets her wish to study in fabulous Williamsburg. But she realizes she’s lost something important along the way. Something—and someone.

James Paxton is studying for the ministry. But when violence threatens the valley, his path becomes clouded. What is God’s will for his life? The answer is alarming—and impossible.

Red Hawk spies white surveyors near his home, a harbinger of trouble to come. Shawnee chiefs go to Philadelphia to treat for peace, but the unthinkable happens, and Red Hawk loses all he once held dear. Then he has a strange dream. What can it mean?

War, romance, and gospel truth unite in this remarkable sequel to The Shenandoah Road.

EXCERPT:

Tom crooked his arm in invitation, and she accompanied him outside where two vehicles waited, one looming large in the moonlight, the Randolphs’ coach; the other only a riding chair pulled by a single horse.

“I apologize. I have no grand carriage. Only my friend’s riding chair—rather chilly in winter, but I have a lap blanket.”

She gathered her skirts and stepped up inside. “The moonlight is grand, Mr. Jefferson. See how the snow and ice twinkles?” They sat close together in the tiny open carriage, but she didn’t mind. The remnants of the snowstorm were ugly in daytime, mixed with the soot of many fires and the mud and manure of the road, but the filth was cloaked by the evening darkness, giving rise to a fairy-like landscape. Above them, stars were scattered like silver dust across the darkened canvas of the sky.

Tom urged the horse to a brisk walk. “I should have known a valley lass would not consider creature comforts.”

She settled back. Tom was easy to be around. “How are your studies faring?”

“My mathematics professor is a gem.”

“Mathematics? You jest.”

Tom waxed eloquent about the subject until they reached Palace Street. He reined the horse right. “I have heard this professor is in accord with Montesquieu with regard to religion.”

“Explique-moi.”

He replied in French. “Montesquieu says all forms of religion should be equally tolerated under the law.”

Interesting thought. “My father pays tithe to the Church of England though he worships elsewhere.” Everyone in Virginia did. It was the law.

“I have heard of Baptists beaten for their faith.” He shifted to English. “Susanna, your French is better than mine. Who is your tutor? You sound like a Frenchwoman.”

They were approaching the Governor’s Palace, illuminated windows looming high above street level. “A painter’s apprentice, actually. His maman was born in France.”

Tom glanced at her but made no reply.

Susanna’s heart quickened as she studied the grand building. Was Philippe already here?

Want to read more? You can find  The Heart of Courage at Amazon

About the Author:

Lynne Tagawa is an author, editor, educator, and best of all, grandma to four. She loves to write quality fiction with solid gospel content. Her debut novel, A Twisted Strand, is contemporary romantic suspense, but she thinks she’s found her true home in historical fiction.

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Wednesday Writers–Real Life in Fictional Novels by Carole Brown

23 Wednesday Sep 2020

Posted by Catherine Castle in Book excerpts, clean romance, historical romance, Wednesday Writers

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Welcome to Wednesday Writers! Today’s guest is Carole Brown who will be talking about using real life in your fiction novels. She also has an excerpt from her newest book, Caleb’s Destiny, a clean, inspirational Historical Western Romantic Suspense.   Welcome, Carole.

 

REAL Life in Fictional Novels by Carole Brown

 

These are some statements authors hear often:

  • No way that could be true!
  • Listen, I’ve been in the military/police force/medical/law/whatever, and I’m telling you, that didn’t/couldn’t happen.
  • Where on earth do you get these crazy ideas?
  • Hoping these things don’t happen in real life!

Sorry. They do, and worse.

Writers hear those type of statements all the time. What people/readers sometimes don’t realize:

  • we research. Heavily.
  • we take our ideas from real life. It’s what creates that sense of being there, of experiencing what our characters are going through.
  • we interview people. Which helps us in developing our own characters
  • we watch/read the news. This gives us ideas of how to create new situations and tension in our books.

How can we use true life events in our novels?

  • I got the idea for With Music in Their Hearts from an older gentlemen who wrote a short story about a man who served as a civilian spy during WWII. It was said the author was the man, but he never admitted to it. Whether true or not (and I lean toward true), it made for a great plot for my first WWII novel.

 

  • Take my debut novel, The Redemption of Caralynne Hayman. My husband came up with the plot of an abused woman seeking revenge over the death of a daughter. Lots of men go after revenge, and some women do too. But to stand up in a cult situation? The idea came from a certain cult in a certain state several years ago. Did the idea pan out? I think so, with the book finaling in several contests and becoming an Amazon bestseller in different categories numerous times. Lifelike enough, I’d say.

 

  • And then there’s my newest novel: Caleb’s Destiny. Years ago, my family and I worked with the Native Americans in New Mexico and Arizona. One of our excursions included a trip up a mountain with a older man named Jeb so that he could take us gold panning. Now our experience is not the same as the men in Caleb’s Destiny experienced, but it gave me the excitement of looking for gold, the sense of the land, and the feel of what it could have been like in the 1800s.

So, yes, real life is full of extraordinary things that we, as writers can and do use in our books. Never doubt that yes, that could, maybe, probably did happen somewhere to someone.

Where does this leave us? Right at the door that reads: Truth is stranger than fiction. And in a nice spot where we can smile at the skeptics and say, “You never know!”

 

Caleb’s Destiny

by Carole Brown

Mr. Michael, Destiny Rose McCulloch, and Hunter have a mysterious history. Why were three fathers, all business partners, murdered under suspicious circumstances while on their quest to find gold?

Hunter, who is Mr. Michael’s ranch manager, is determined to find the answers and protect the precocious young lady who he suspects holds a key answer to his questions.

Mr. Michael wants only to be left alone to attend to his property, but what can he do when Destiny refuses to leave and captures the heart of everyone of his employees?

Destiny almost forgets her quest when she falls in love with Mr. Michael’s ranch and all the people there. And then Mr. Michael is much too alluring to ignore. The preacher man back east where she took her schooling tried to claim her heart, but the longer she stays the less she can remember him. She only came west to find a little boy she knew years ago. A little boy all grown up by now…unless, of course, he’s dead.

 

 

Book Excerpt from Chapter Six

 

After he settled into a seat across from her, he picked up his fork and looked at her. “Dig in.”

She hated it, but her cheeks were heating up again. “Do you mind…?”

“Mind?” His first bite headed toward his mouth. “If you eat?”

Why hadn’t she just said a silent, quick prayer? “Uh, I’d like to say a prayer. I’ve grown used to doing it at sch—uh, home.” And Richard had always insisted on it.

He dropped his fork. “Of course. Go ahead.”

Closing her eyes, she pressed her hands together. “Heavenly Father, we ask for your beautiful—I mean, bountiful blessings on our snack—breakfast, uh, tonight.” Destiny wanted to sink through the floor. She, who was the epitome of gracefulness at school; she who wanted to impress this confident man, was stumbling like a drunken cowboy. Whispering a “Father, forgive me” for butchering what should have been a simple prayer, she hastened to finish it. “Thank you for Mr. Michael’s hospitality, and help us to further our friendship.”

Ugh. He’d think she wanted something more than friendship. Destiny cringed and refused to glance at him. “Amen.”

Had that been a snicker? Surely not. She picked up her fork and shoved a tiny bite of egg in her dry mouth. She chewed and swallowed, but the former delicious-looking omelet refused to go down. She reached for her coffee and felt the food slide down with the coffee.

Ah, reprieved.

“Tell me, Miss McCulloch—it is Miss?”

He was laughing. She could hear it in his voice without even seeing his face. Her appetite vanished just as her temper kicked in. “It is Miss McCulloch to you, Mr. Michael, and I’ll thank you not to laugh at me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” And this time his voice was serious.

 

Want to read more? You can find Caleb’s Destiny at Amazon

 

About the Author:

Besides being a member and active participant of many writing groups, Carole Brown enjoys mentoring beginning writers. An author of ten books, she loves to weave suspense and tough topics into her books, along with a touch of romance and whimsy, and is always on the lookout for outstanding titles and catchy ideas. She and her husband reside in SE Ohio but have ministered and counseled nationally and internationally. Together, they enjoy their grandsons, traveling, gardening, good food, the simple life, and did she mention their grandsons?

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