Wednesday Writers–The Pink Bonnet by Liz Tolsma

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Today’s Wednesday Writers guest is Liz Tolsma, who will be talking about how she got into writing suspense. She’s also sharing an excerpt from the Pink Bonnet, so keep reading to the end. Welcome, Liz!

 

I wouldn’t consider myself a suspense writer. Not at all. I don’t even read suspense. Give me a sweet romance with a hunky hero and a happy ending, and I’m good to go. But then I started writing WWII fiction and discovered that I love writing a story that is going to get your heart pumping and that will leave you breathless.

Fast forward to about a year and a half ago when I got an email from my agent. Barbour Publishing was looking for suspenseful writers for a new true historical crimes series. My agent thought of me and how I write WWII and believed I could write this type of book. Barbour listed several different crimes, and my agent urged me to send in a couple of synopses.

I did, never thinking I’d be offered a contract for either of my ideas. Imagine my surprise when I got a contract for both of them! I had to get busy reading suspense novels (I now kind of like them) and learning how to write them. The Pink Bonnet underwent an overhaul halfway through the writing of it, with just eight weeks until the deadline. But I got it done!

The story about a woman who has her child stolen from Georgia Tann of the Tennessee Children’s Home Society in the 1930s was difficult for me to write. I’m an adoptive mom, and the idea of such widespread black market adoptions during that time was hard for me to stomach. And I had to change my point of view from an adoptive mom to a birth mom. It really gave me pause and some food for thought. I hope that I presented all sides in a thoughtful, careful, and non-judgmental manner. Enjoy this preview!

 

The Pink Bonnet

By Liz Tolsma

 

How far will a mother go to find out what happened to her child? Widowed in Memphis during 1932, Cecile Dowd is struggling to provide for her three-year-old daughter. Unwittingly, she trusts a neighbor who puts little Millie Mae into the clutches of Georgia Tann, corrupt Memphis Tennessee Children’s Home Society director suspected of the disappearance of hundreds of children. With the help of a sympathetic lawyer, the search for Millie uncovers a deep level of corruption that threatens their very lives.

EXCERPT:

“Have a seat.” Mrs. Ward hardened her gray eyes the same way Momma used to when she was upset with Cecile.

She thumped into the well-worn chair, and Mrs. Ward settled beside her. “I’ve seen how hard it’s been on you, darlin’, since your husband died. Bless your heart, Millie is a handful, and you need more work to support yourself.”

“We’re managing.” They were for now, but how much longer could she go on this way?

“Remember I mentioned the Tennessee Children’s Home Society a few days ago?”

“Yes.” What was this about?

“It was for the best, dear.”

“What was?” Her middle cramped. Where was Millie?

“I couldn’t bear to see you struggling. And with you having to work, the child needs to be cared for.”

“I’ll figure it out.” She swallowed hard.

“I called Miss Tann.”

Cecile jumped from her seat, her heart doing the Charleston in her chest. “You did what?”

“She’ll take care of Millie. Find her a good family, one who can give her the things you can’t.”

A buzz filled Cecile’s head, drowning out the rest of what Mrs. Ward said.

“Millie is . . .” “With Georgia Tann. She does such wonderful work for children.”

Cecile again lost track of Mrs. Ward’s words. Millie gone? That couldn’t be. She was Cecile’s daughter not Mrs. Ward’s. “You had no right. How could you give away my child?”

Now the old lady had the decency to study her short fingernails. “Well, I . . . It was quite easy. And Miss Tann told me it was fine. That we had to do what was in Millie’s best interest.”

Cecile’s chest was about to explode. “Her best interest? What about being with her mother? A mother who loves her more than the sun and the moon? What did you do, forge my signature?”

Mrs. Ward picked at a hangnail.

Cecile grabbed Mrs. Ward by the shoulders and almost shook the stuffing from her. “My baby! My baby! Where is she? I have to get her back.”

“I don’t know.” Mrs. Ward leaned back in her chair.

Cecile released her grip. “How could you? That woman kidnapped my baby.”

“Don’t get yourself in a fuss. Think of Millie. She’s the most important person in this horrible mess.”

“She’s mine. No one else can have her.”

“You’re hysterical. Let me get you a drink of water.”

“Water isn’t going to solve my problems. I need my daughter back. Millie! Millie!” She ran from the apartment, down the stairs, and to the street.

“Millie! Millie!” No sweet chatter. No big hugs. No snuggles in the night. Nothing.

Cecile fell to her knees in the middle of the walk. “Millie, oh Millie!” She sobbed for a long while. When she’d exhausted her store of tears, she wiped her eyes and raised her focus to the heavens. “I promise, Millicent Mae, I swear to you, I will find you and get you back. I will never give up on you.”

She had to act. Fast. Before Miss Tann snatched Millie away forever.

 

About the Author:

Liz Tolsma is the author of several WWII novels, prairie romance novellas, a romantic suspense, and an Amish romance. She is a popular speaker and an editor and resides next to a Wisconsin farm field with her husband and their youngest daughter. Her son is a U.S. Marine, and her oldest daughter is a college student. Liz enjoys reading, walking, working in her large perennial garden, kayaking, and camping. Please visit her blog, The Story behind the Story, at http://liztolsma.com/ and follow her on Facebook, Twitter (@LizTolsma), and Pinterest. She is also a regular contributor to the Midwest Almanac blog.

 

 

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Wednesday Writers–Dreams Deferred by June Foster

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Wednesday Writers welcomes June Foster back to the blog. June will be talking about The Story Behind the Story of her contemporary romance novel Dreams Deferred. Welcome back, June!

 

Thanks, Catherine.

Dreams Deferred is inspired by the true-to-life story of my great grandfather and great grandmother. I chose to set it in contemporary times, nevertheless, I borrowed many of the story elements from the true story.

Frances Mathew Halbedl grew up in the European Austrian Empire and followed tradition in which the oldest son became a priest in his family’s Catholic faith. After being ordained in Moravia, he immigrated to the United States in 1866 to serve in a parish in the state of Louisiana.

My aunt and mother always told the story of how one Sunday while saying Mass, he spotted a young teen, much younger than my Mary Louise. He waited several years for her to grow up then stepped down from the priesthood to marry her. I wish I knew some of those rich details of their courtship, but since I don’t, I fictionalized their romance.

They later moved to San Antonio, Texas, and had five children, three girls and two boys—Ida, Mamie, Alice, Roy, and Clifton, who was my grandfather. Just for fun in one scene, I imagined that Matt had a dream he was riding in a car with Mary Louise and the three youngest kids. In my story, the dream helped him realize how much he loved Mary Louise.

Mathew taught music both in the public school and privately. Later he became the first principal of a high school in San Antonio. In December of 2005, my husband and I visited San Antonio and looked up Matthew and Mary Louise’s house. The large, two-story home is still there on Roseborough Drive. We weren’t able to go in because it’s a private residence. But I had so much fun envisioning Matt and ML’s lives as they lived there with their children.

We also visited Clifton Halbedl’s home, which I remember from childhood. I also had the address for Mamie’s home, and we were able to go inside. A gracious lady who spoke no English invited us in. I have tons of pictures and hope to share them on my blog.

In the story, Matt gets a job at Jefferson High School. This is patterned after Thomas Jefferson High School where my mother went to school. Her name was Mary Louise, as well, named for her grandmother.

If I’ve learned anything from writing this book, I wish I’d probed for more information when my mother and aunt were still alive, but I’m grateful for what I do know.

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Dreams Deferred

By June Foster

Father Matt Hall wants to serve the Lord. School teacher Mary Louise Graham needs freedom from her unforgivable past. They never expect to fall in love.

Excerpt:

The evening breeze lifted a strand of his dark hair, and he ran his hand over the back of his neck. “I’ve always loved music, especially the violin and performing with the symphony. I believe God can use our talents for what He wants to accomplish.”

“How could God use the San Antonio Symphony for His purpose?”

“I don’t mean specifically the symphony.” He stared at something over her shoulder. “But music in general.”

“I don’t understand.”

He lowered his gaze and captured hers, his eyes magnetic. “I haven’t discussed this with many people, but I have a heart for teenage kids. Especially those who’re destroying their lives with drugs.”

“Hmm. How does that relate to music?”

A slow smile worked its way over Father Matt’s lips. “I’ve always wanted to begin a ministry teaching underprivileged kids to play an instrument and involve them in an orchestra. To instill in them the joy and transforming power of music. If teens are busy learning the trombone or flute, they might not have time to hang out on the streets and become vulnerable to drug use.”

She hadn’t heard of the concept before, but it sounded wonderful. Something or Someone must’ve put the desire in his heart. “Have drugs impacted your life?”

“Yes, you might say that. It was in high school. I had a friend who overdosed and died.” He turned his back to her a moment, maybe in an attempt to hide his emotion. After a few seconds, he faced her again, his gaze focused on something over her shoulder. “Carlos and I were good friends but not close enough, apparently. I thought I knew him, but I didn’t. He never told me he took street drugs.”

Mary Louise reached toward him then yanked her hand to her side again. How could she think of touching a priest, even if she’d only wanted to comfort him? “I’m so sorry.”

“I think God used the incident to put the desire in my heart. The memory is always with me, and the longing to help young people is stronger than ever.”

“You’re very close to God.” A position she’d give anything to enjoy.

“Yes, but anyone can draw near to Him.”

Mary Louise didn’t care if she stared now, searching every inch of his beautiful face—from his short, dark hair to his prickly cheeks to his masculine lips. If only she had access into his heart and the treasures he stored there.

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Want to read more? You can find Dreams Deferred here.

 

About the Author:

June Foster is an award-winning author who began her writing career in an RV roaming around the USA with her husband, Joe. She brags about visiting a location before it becomes the setting in her next contemporary romance or romantic suspense. June’s characters find themselves in precarious circumstances where only God can offer redemption and ultimately freedom. To date June has seen publication of 19 novels and 1 devotional. Find June at junefoster.com.

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Wednesday Writers–How Do You Recognize True Love? by Ada Brownell

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Today’s Wednesday Writers guest is Ada Brownell and she’s tackling an age old question: HOW DO YOU RECOGNIZE TRUE LOVE?

Welcome Ada!

 

Thanks, Catherine

Where does true love come from?

Ritah O’Casey’s beau wants to get married, but she’s headed to college. She’s quite fond of Edmund Pritchitt III, but does she love him like she loves her brother Bud? Or does she love him enough to give up her dreams and her opportunity to intervene in the life of a friend who has been kidnapped?

The beautiful redhead doesn’t know how or why she’ll be sure Eddie is her true love, the one person God created for her to marry. But she believes because she dedicated her life to the Lord, God will direct her path and show her if Eddie is the one.

Ritah O’Casey is the leading lady of my historical romantic suspense novel Love’s Delicate Blossom. I also have a non-fiction book, Imagine the Future You and one chapter talks about falling in love, the problem that has Ritah confused.

Here’s what I wrote in the Imagine book about marriage and how we fall in love, and I should know something about it. I’ve been married 65 years..

• Falling in love is an act of the will. Cupid doesn’t shoot you with an arrow and “twang!” you’re a goner, although it could be love at first sight.
• You are around the person of the opposite sex frequently. That’s called propinquity—what happens when you are near in time and space.
• You are lonely and desire someone in your life.
• Your God-given instincts are telling you to create a family.
• The person will build your ego.
• Because you decide to create excitement in your life.
• Because no one better is available.
• Because you have similar interests.
• Because someone else thinks it’s a good idea.
• Because while you were in the womb God had a plan for both of you, and your love is so strong you feel you can’t live without one another (Jeremiah 1:5 and Psalms 37:33).There may be dozens of other reasons you fall in love, but even if you aren’t conscious of why it is happening, you allow yourself to love someone else. It’s a decision. That’s why arranged marriages often work.While Edmund waits for Ritah to accept the diamond he’s bought for her finger, another young fellow catches her attention. Will she know who she loves enough to commit herself to him for life?
• If love happened spontaneously without your will being involved, people who are greatly overweight would have as many proposals for marriage as others. So would the handicapped or someone with facial deformities or pure physical ugliness.

 

Love’s Delicate Blossom

By Ada Brownell

It’s 1917 and Ritah Irene O’Casey knows the war and sickness will make widows of many. Mothers already are sending their teir children to orphanages.

As she prepares to leave for college, Ritah hopes to learn herself and then teach women how to manage money, start a business, run a farm, and even prevent and treat illness and injuries in an era where few have access to a doctor.

Ritah is nearly ready to board the train when she discovers her friend Tulip, whose parents died of cholera, was kidnapped by a man who wants to make her work in a brothel.

She battles with all these things on her mind while wealthy Edmund Pritchitt III pressures her to stay home and get married.

Will Edmund be successful in changing her mind? Will Ritah go to college and accomplish her dreams? Or will she meet another handsome man who makes her heart skip?

EXCERPT FROM LOVE’S DELICATE BLOSSOM

 

She smiled. They always had such interesting conversations.

“I’ve read that scripture.”

Joe squeezed her hand, his blue eyes reflecting moonlight. “I should read the Bible more. My father and I work so many hours in the fields besides keeping everything in repair, seems I don’t have much time to read. Well, I guess I do read the newspaper.”

Every time their eyes connected, her heart skipped a beat. “It doesn’t take long. Just pick the Bible up and read a few verses –

a Psalm, or a chapter every night.”

Joe pulled her closer and slid his arm around her waist as they ambled through tall grasses. “I’d like to read some of those love stories in there again. Our pastor preached not too long ago about the arranged marriage of Isaac and Rebecca. Abraham actually sent a servant to another country to find his son Isaac a wife. It’s a most amazing story.”

His grin was wide, and he held Ritah a little closer.

She smiled back, and she was tempted to link her arm around him too. “I remember that story, but I forgot some of the details.”

“The servant asked God to help him find the correct wife for Isaac. The servant took ten camels and a bunch of gifts to a far country to give to the bride’s father. As I recall the camels needed watered. The servant took them to a well in the city where Abraham directed him. Women surrounded the well, and drew and carried water. The servant prayed God would show him which one should become Isaac’s wife. He prayed the young lady would not only agree to draw water for him, but she would water his camels too.”

“Uh, huh,” Ritah murmured. “So, how did that work out?”

“She looked at him like he was crazy.” Joe laughed so hard he could hardly get the words out.

Ritah frowned. That wasn’t how she remembered it. “She did?”

Laughing, Joe touched his finger to the tip of her nose. “No. Just kidding. But do you know how much water a thirsty camel can drink?”

She shook her head. “I have no idea.”

Frogs croaked from the river bed. A roaming tomcat’s eyes glowed as he cried for a mate, but Joe touched his finger to her nose again “Well the preacher said they can drink about twenty gallons. It’s not stored in the hump either. It’s stored in the camel’s blood stream.”

They climbed an upslope bringing them near to the house, and then turned back toward each other.

“Sure enough the young maiden the servant chose for Isaac drew water for him, and also offered to water his camels from her pitcher. So Abraham’s servant told the girl about his mission, and she took him to meet her family. The family gave permission and she agreed to go with the servant and marry Isaac.”

Ritah couldn’t keep from gazing into the face of the tall dark-haired man before her. “Nice.”

“But that’s not the romantic part.” He slid his hands onto her shoulders and looked into her eyes. “The maiden, whose name was Rebekah…”

Ritah nodded her head. She began to remember.

“Rebekah put together an entourage of servants and camels and mounted a camel herself, and followed the servant to the land of Abraham. In the distance, Rebekah saw Isaac coming to meet her and she asked. ‘Is that him?’”

Joe hesitated, then continued. “The servant verified it was. Rebekah veiled her face, jumped off the camel, and started running toward Isaac. Apparently, they met on the road. I imagine he hugged her and maybe even twirled her around. Right away, they had a wedding. That’s probably when he kissed her for the first time.”

Joe’s arms pulled Ritah close and he touched his lips to hers.

Thunder rumbled near her heart. Lightning flashed through her, and rainbow colors filled her brain.

The gasp she released came from her experience, not Rebecca’s. But she said, “What a sweet story.”

“That’s not all.” His arms still held her. “The Bible says Isaac loved her.”

They stood there a moment and then she backed away. “I hope your parents or somebody from the school board didn’t see us.”

Want to read more? You can find Love’s Delicate Blossom by Ada Brownell at Amazon.

About the Author:

Ada Brownell blogs and writes with Stick-to-Your-Soul Encouragement. She is the author of nine books, more than 400 stories and articles in Christian publications, and she spent a large chunk of her life as a journalist, mostly for The Pueblo Chieftain in Colorado. She and her husband L.C., have five amazing children, one of them in heaven, eight wonderful grandchildren. and three great-grandchildren.

Her book, The Lady Fugitive, the first book in the Peaches and Dreams series was a finalist for the 2015 Laurel Award. She has four fiction books and five non-fiction, available from Amazon and some bookstores. The newest non-fiction is What Prayer Can Do, a collection of reprinted articles from the Pentecostal Evangel. Others include Facts, Faith and Propaganda; Swallowed by Life; Imagine the Future You, and Confessions of a Pentecostal.

Amazon author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/adabrownell

Her blog: http://www.inkfromanearthenvessel.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/AdaBrownellWritingMinistries

Twitter: @adabrownell

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday Writers–Lovely Digits by Jeanine Englert

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Welcome to Wednesday Writers. Today’s guest is 2018 Golden Heart ® Finalist author Jeanine Englert. She’s going to be telling us about her sweet, historical romantic suspense debut novel, Lovely Digits. I have to admit this title intrigued me. Reading the background on her heroine was even more intriguing. Welcome, Jeanine!

  

Embrace the Unexpected

By Jeanine Englert

Thanks, Catherine.

Sometimes you just need permission to allow that crazy idea, the one you think no one will understand, free. That’s what happened to me at a Georgia Romance Writers meeting back in January of 2016. I’d been kicking around the idea of writing a book about a layer out of the dead, the Victorian equivalent to a modern day mortician. But I wanted my heroine to not be the old decrepit widow living alone in the woods I’d seen in other novels. I wanted her to be young, vibrant, and independent. But. . . I was terrified to write her that way.

Then, Stephanie Bond, one of our speakers at that meeting back in 2016 said exactly what I needed to hear. She encouraged us to turn the expected into the unexpected and to not be afraid to twist characters, their worlds, and their motivations into new and unusual stories that moved readers. Inspired and fueled by her words, I came home and drafted the first pages of what has now become my first published novel released on this very day, Lovely Digits. Embracing the unexpected led me to one of the most exciting moments of my career and my life as I hope it will for you.

 

Lovely Digits

by Jeanine Englert

When two murders strike the sleepy Victorian town of Clun, England, an unlikely partnership forms. But can the killer be found before there is a third?

Lovely Digits is the town oddity…

 But quirky spinster Lucy Wycliffe prefers to ignore gossip and embrace her position as the town’s layer out of the dead, despite how her parents’ deaths thrust her into such unlikely work. Lovely Digits, as she’s known to the local townspeople, no longer dreams of marriage, but takes pride in providing dignity to the dead. Desperate to hold on to her family’s cottage and support her widowed sister and young niece, an unexpected offer of employment as assistant to the constable arrives at the perfect time.

Former sailor John Brodie is the mysterious new constable…

But John Brodie is far from a stranger to Clun or the events of its past. Accepting the position as constable in the small town is a double edged sword meant to heal his past and redeem his future, but falling for the beautiful and intelligent Lucy Wycliffe was never part of his plan. As the killer closes in, will John reveal his secret and risk losing everything to save Lucy’s life?

Excerpt:

Clun, England

1849

A knocking on the cottage door above stairs startled Lucy, and she poked her finger with the thick sewing needle she held.

“Thistles,” she cursed, pressing her apron to her bleeding thumb. Evidently, repairing the tear at the hem of Becca’s dress would have to wait.

Who would be calling at such an early hour? It was hardly half past nine.

“Enter,” she called up from her root cellar.

She shuddered as the door squeaked open above her. She should oil the blasted hinges on the ancient door, but who had time for such nonsense? Her finger throbbed, but the blood had stopped. Shaking it in the air, she caught sight of the pale female form on her prepping table.

What am I complaining of?

Poor Becca. Lucy swallowed hard. Covering and repairing the girl’s wounds would prove difficult, but she’d try. Becca was her friend. Had been her friend.

“I hear if I need a body prepped, you are the person to see.” A deep rich baritone boomed against the cottage rafters.

The man’s neatly clipped tones screamed city. Londoner, most likely. What would he want here in Shropshire? Nothing of much import ever happened here.

Want to read more? You can find Lovely Digits at Amazon

About the Author:

Jeanine Englert is a teacher by day and writer by night. After years of writing in secret (despite having a master’s degree in writing), she joined Romance Writers of America and Georgia Romance Writers in 2013 and has been an active member ever since. She writes Scottish Highland historicals and historical romantic suspense novels. When she isn’t wrangling with her characters on the page, she can be found trying to convince her husband to watch her latest Masterpiece or BBC show obsession. She loves to talk about books, writing, her beloved pups, and of course mysteries with other readers on Twitter @JeanineWrites, Facebook, or at her website www.jeaninewrites.com.

Her debut novel, Lovely Digits, was released in June of 2019 by Soul Mate Publishing. It is a Victorian romantic suspense that won the 2017 Daphne du Maurier Award and was named a 2018 Golden Heart ® Finalist for best unpublished romantic suspense.

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Wednesday Writers–Macy’s Dream by Tabitha Bouldin

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Today’s Wednesday Writer’s guest is author Tabitha Bouldin. Tabitha’s treating us to a character interview with Justin from her Contemporary Christian Romance Macy’s Dream. She’s also sharing an excerpt so be sure to keep reading

 

Character Interview with Justin from Macy’s Dream.

Q: What prompted you to leave everything behind and head up to the mountain?

Well, I’ll be honest, I couldn’t write anymore. I don’t know if you’d call it writer’s block or something else, but I was tired of everything and nothing I wrote seemed to come out the way I wanted.

Q: But you’re a bestselling author. Surely you’ve experienced writer’s block before.

Not like this. I was suffocating in the city. Things that used to comfort me, the sights and smells of the city, they drove me crazy. I couldn’t write a comic strip in all that noise, much less another bestseller.

Q: Tell me about the Brindle family. I understand you’ve been staying with them since you left civilization.

The Brindles are great people. Contrary to most beliefs, I’m not living in a bark hut up on the mountain. They have gorgeous houses, electricity, running water. I’m living a better life there than I ever did here in the city.

Q: Yes, but what about the family, Justin, tell me about life now that you’ve lived on the mountain with Macy and her family.

That’s a lot of history to unpack in one interview, but I’ll try. Grandma and Grandpa were the first two to settle the high mountain with their sons, Robert, Cecil, and Wesley. Grandma and Grandpa have several grandkids, but the one’s I know best are, Lawrence, Robin, Eugene, and Macy. We live a simple life, but it’s a good life. Lawrence taught me how to hunt. Macy taught me how to ride horses. The family works together and no one is left struggling by themselves. They take the word ‘family’ seriously.

Q: Do you have any regrets?

Just one. I wish my parents could understand my decision.

Q: They don’t approve?

It’s not that they don’t approve, they simply don’t understand and won’t let me explain.

Q: What about Macy? Something tells me there’s more to her than you’re letting on.

There’s no explaining Macy. If you want to know her, you’ll have to come see for yourself. The first time I asked Grandpa that same question, he gave me the answer I gave you. I didn’t understand it until I spent a few days with her, but it’s true. There’s no way to explain Macy.

Macy’s Dream

By Tabitha Bouldin

Justin came to the mountain for a story. He was looking for a story about a past adventure, but what he found was a chance to live an adventure of his own. The Brindle family was unlike anyone he’d ever met before. Macy challenged his very beliefs, in himself, in life, and in love. She offered him the adventure of a lifetime by asking him one simple question. She offers him a mountain adventure, if he is strong enough to make the trip. Can Justin be someone else? Can he learn to love a life so different from what he’s always known? Macy can show him the way. She has lived on the mountain all her life. Justin will have to put his trust in her if he is to succeed.

Excerpt:

Macy lassoed a buckskin filly next, and they spent the next two hours working her the same way they’d worked the black colt. She was a little antsy and more high-strung than the colt had been, but by the time they released her in the corral where he waited, she’d become as calm as he was.

They walked to the gate side by side and Macy slung the rope over her shoulder. “Thanks for your help.”

Justin nodded his acceptance. “You could have done that without me.”

Macy grinned. “Yes, but having help makes it a lot easier, and don’t tell me you didn’t have the time of your life out there.”

“So, did I prove all these muscles are good for something?” He flexed one arm and Macy laughed.

“Yes, you sure did. I guess they’re there for more than just looks.”

Justin stopped walking halfway between the corral and the house, and Macy stopped beside him. She shielded her face from the lowering sun, and Justin put his hands in his pockets while he shifted uncomfortably. “Macy, about your question earlier. I really do want to learn about life up here, but I don’t know any of your family. How do I go about doing that?”

Macy winked at him, her face alight with mischief. “You let me take care of that. You’ll meet all of them tonight, but I doubt you’ll truly get to know any one of them right away. Tonight will be a madhouse, so just relax and enjoy the show.”

“What do you mean, madhouse?’

Macy gripped his forearm in comfort, her voice soothing his tension. “It’s not something I can explain, Justin. It’s something you have to experience, but don’t worry, we’re all relatively normal. Now, come on, we need to get washed up before everyone gets here.”

Justin felt the chuckle rumble through him. Everyone kept telling him that people in this family couldn’t be explained. Macy’s comment made twice he’d been told he needed to experience something instead of it being explained to him. He had to admit though; Grandpa had been right about Macy. There was no explaining her.

Want to read more? You can find Macy’s Dream at Amazon

About the Author:

Tabitha was born, raised, and still lives in the same small town in middle Tennessee. A member of ACFW (American Christian Fiction Writers), she has been writing for nearly five years but only recently began publishing her work. She is in her last year of college before obtaining her Bachelor’s in Creative Writing. Her books are meant to encourage others through the trials of life. While the stories are fiction, they come from situations that many of us face.

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Wednesday Writers–Stars in the Grass by Ann Marie Stewart

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Today’s Wednesday Writer’s guest is Ann Marie Stewart. Ann will be telling us about the story behind the story of her Womens’ Literary Fiction novel Stars in the Grass. Welcome, Ann!

 

 

 

Thanks, Catherine,

Sometimes not getting what we want can more fully prepare us for eventual success. After teaching for five years, I longed to have someone critique my writing instead of me critiquing my seventh graders’. Though I applied to the University of Michigan MA in Creative Writing, I was not accepted. However, I was accepted into Film and Television which also gave me the job teaching Public Speaking to undergraduates. Learning more about public speaking was an additional positive and took care of my tuition plus expenses. I called the two years at UM, “my all-expense paid vacation.”

Ironically, during that time, I took a variety of courses from the same UM writing teachers I would have if I had been accepted into the MA program. One of my favorites was Charlie Baxter who encouraged me to get my short story “Seeing from the Balcony” published.

Ten years later, I did just that, but as my first novel Stars in the Grass. With some background in film and television, I couldn’t wait to do a book trailer. I was thankful for the film and television experience. I could see the images and the motifs and hear the voiceover.

A filmmaker friend who had read the novel suggested I look at “The Tree of Life” movie trailer for ideas. We planned on making a book trailer, but thankfully, Barbour Publishing said they handle the book trailers. But did I want to send them my ideas? Gladly!

I sent selected text from the novel as voiceover and a collection of images to Barbour who turned it over to the filmmaker. I was STUNNED with the results. In 61 seconds, the book trailer captures the novel. The trailer now has 12,681 hits on YouTube. Do you have a minute to be #12,682? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xb0UPeCUxY.

Or you can find it on my website as well! http://www.annmariestewart.com

 

Stars in the Grass

By Ann Marie Stewart

 

Nine-year-old Abby McAndrews has just experienced her greatest loss, and in its wake, her family is unraveling with guilt, grief, and anger. Her father, Reverend McAndrews, cannot return to the pulpit because he has more questions than answers. Her older brother Matt’s actions speak louder than the words he needs to confess, as he acts out in dangerous ways. Her mother tries to hold her grieving family together, but when Abby’s dad refuses to move on, the family is at a crossroads.

Stars in the Grass, set in a small Midwestern town in 1970, is an uplifting novel that explores a family’s relationships and resiliency. Abby’s heartbreaking remembrances are balanced by humor and nostalgia as her family struggles with—and ultimately celebrates—life after loss.

 

EXCERPT: Prologue

 

I spent the better part of my childhood sitting on a pew in the balcony of Bethel Springs First Presbyterian Church, listening to my dad’s long vowels as he preached on predestination. Sandwiched between my older brother, Matt, and my little brother, Joel, I counted bald heads, doodled on church bulletins, and studied the stained-glass Jesus.

Reverend McAndrews was godlike and mysterious. Definitely not the same man who read to us from Dr. Seuss, ran through the sprinkler on steamy Ohio summer afternoons, or smiled as we played hide-and-go-seek in his Father’s House.

Though I can’t remember many of his three-point sermons, I have other good memories. One Sunday during a hymn, Matt and I sang loudly, changing the words to our liking, “Gladly, the Cross-Eyed Bear,” and crossing our eyes for added effect. When we sat back down, I rested the hymnal on the railing and fanned myself by riffling through the pages. Then it happened. Onto one of the fifty-one shining bald heads below, I dropped the hymnal.

It clapped to the floor, and then in the congregational hush, Mr. Ludema winced in surprised pain. I only looked down long enough to see necks craning up toward the balcony and then turning toward my father and then back to the balcony. Dad squinted to see Mrs. Ludema as she nursed her husband’s head and then looked up at the cause of the disruption. Me.

Dad stared at me for fifteen seconds. I know because I counted every one of them. I did not look away; instead I memorized his sandy thick hair fringed with gray streaks. I couldn’t see his eyes because the sun was reflecting on the lenses of his glasses. His mouth was closed, his thick jaw tense. The congregation waited for the Reverend McAndrews, and so did I. At last he said, with a nod to the balcony and a sigh, “And the Word has come down from on high.”

During responsive reading, his voice rose and fell so predictably, I was nearly lulled to sleep unless I pulled out a pencil to sketch the hills and valleys. “‘O give thanks to the Lord, for he is gooood,’” Reverend McAndrews read from Psalm 136. His voice grew louder and the pitch higher until the word Lord, where he paused and let it fall off to a low, soft, long, concluding gooood. We echoed, “‘For his steadfast love endures for ever.’” After repeating it twenty-six times, what I thought everlasting was the psalm itself.

Want to read more? You can find Stars in the Grass at Amazon

 

About the Author:

Ann Stewart, Christy Award Winner for Debut Novel 2017, and her husband Will raise two daughters and a flock of sheep on their Virginia farm where fireflies light up the sky on warm summer nights. Ann originated three of AMG’s Preparing My Heart books (including Preparing My Heart for Advent) and writes a column “Ann’s Lovin’ Ewe” for the Country Register, contributes to Mentoring Moments and has written for Proverbs 31. Her background in drama and film bring her characters to life. When she’s not directing music or writing, she loves Madame Secretary, This is Us, and UVA Basketball.

 

Social media links:

Website: http://www.annmariestewart.com/ see book trailer!

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Wednesday Writers–Lord of Her Heart by Sherrinda Ketchersid

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Today’s Wednesday Writers guest is Sherrinda Ketchersid. Sherrinda will talking about how research led her to the story plot of Lord of Her Heart. She also has an excerpt, so be sure to read the whole post for a peek at her historical romance. Welcome, Sherrinda!

 

 

 

 

Thanks, Catherine.

I often get asked how I came up with the story for Lord of Her Heart. When researching convents in the middle ages, I learned they were places of education for women. Girls from wealthy, noble families were sent to convents to be educated before getting married or taking their vows. These girls, as young as 7 years of age, went for a basic education that included Latin reading and writing, embroidery, weaving, spinning, morals, manners, and music. Women during these times were sometimes married off as young as 14 years old, and the skills learned at the convent enabled a woman to run a castle or manor house.

The question came to me while researching: What if a girl was sent to a convent for an education, but was forced to remain and take her vows? Or what if her family ceased all communication with her, and the abbess pressured her into taking her vows? This questioning led me to flesh out the story for Lord of Her Heart.

While Jocelyn Ashburne, the heroine in my story, wasn’t sent to a convent as a young girl, she was sent later for an education by Helen, her step-mother, and her father. The story begins when Jocelyn overhears a plot to either keep her at the convent or marry her off to any man willing to pay a price. Thus, the adventure starts, and Jocelyn flees, finding danger, deception, and romance along the way.

 

Lord of Her Heart

By Sherrinda Ketchersid

He’s fighting for his future—she’s running for her life.

Lady Jocelyn Ashburne suspects something is amiss at her family’s castle
because her father ceases to write to her. When she overhears a plot to
force her into vows—either to the church or a husband—she disguises
herself and flees the convent in desperation to discover the truth.

Malcolm Castillon of Berkham is determined to win the next tournament
and be granted a manor of his own. After years of proving his worth on
the jousting field, he yearns for a life of peace. Rescuing a scrawny
lad who turns out to be a beautiful woman is not what he bargained for.
Still, he cannot deny that she stirs his heart like no other, in spite
of her conniving ways.

Chaos, deception, and treachery threaten their goals, but both are
determined to succeed. Learning to trust each other might be the only
way either of them survives.

 

Excerpt:

Chapter 2, Scene 1 – When Jocelyn, dressed as a boy, has been rescued by Malcolm, a knight on his way to a tournament at Ramslea.

Malcolm laid the lad on the ground near his horse. Blood ran from a cut above the lad’s eye, and his swollen cheek promised a colorful bruise. Sitting back on his heels, Malcolm cursed his chivalrous self. What was he to do with this dirty, bruised pile of skin and bones lying before him?

By the saints, he had neither the time nor the energy to care for a scrawny boy. He had a se’ennight before the tournament, and he was not about to miss it on account of a malodorous halfling. This journey proved one ache in the head after another.

The boy stirred, groaning.

Malcolm gathered water from his supply and poured some into the boy’s mouth. Being chivalrous was not always convenient, but ’twas an oath he would not shirk.

The lad vaulted upright, sputtering as he whimpered. “Cease, please!” He rubbed his face, smearing dirt and blood across pale cheeks. As he looked up at his rescuer, his blue eyes grew wide.

Malcolm had to smile. Time spent in the lists honing his swordplay had made his shoulders broad and his arms well muscled. Boys stood in awe of him, men stood in fear of him, and women … well, women wanted him. He had long since been unaffected by the reactions his visage wrought.

“Little man, you are indeed fortunate I came when I did. Can you stand?”

Malcolm held out a hand, but the boy continued to gape. Malcolm grabbed the front of the boy’s tunic and hauled him upright.

The boy gasped, pushing his hand away. “I do not need your aid.” He teetered and fell on his backside. His bottom lip quivered, and his eyes glistened with tears.

“By the saints, I do not have time for this foolishness.” Malcolm’s shadow fell over the boy. “I have no need to be hindered by a filthy, ungrateful boy on this journey. I will gladly leave you be.”

Malcolm turned and walked toward his horse, wrestling between his sense of honor and his desire to be free of the trouble he knew the boy would undoubtedly be. He clearly needed help, regardless of his protestations. Nay, Malcolm had to get to Ramslea and gain another win. Mounting his steed, he turned his horse to leave, glancing back as he did. The boy struggled to his feet, wobbling like a newborn colt.

Malcolm cursed under his breath. Whatever had possessed him to take an oath of chivalry? While noble, at times chivalry interfered with well-laid plans. It was turning out to be a nuisance, to be sure. Steering his horse around, he pulled up in front of the lad.

“You may come with me or stay for the next pair of ruffians to accost you.” Malcolm held out his hand. ’Twas a pity he’d sold John’s horse earlier that morning, though he wondered if the lad before him could even ride. The boy clutched the neck of his tunic, eyes wide and jaw slack. By the saints, was the lad going to refuse him yet again? “Or perhaps you would prefer the company of a pack of wolves?”

The boy sucked in a deep breath, but he took Malcolm’s hand. Grunting as he was lifted up, the boy settled behind Malcolm and grabbed hold of the back of his tunic.

“Put your arms around me, boy, lest you fall off and knock yourself senseless again.” When the boy hesitated, Malcolm rolled his eyes. “You are a timid lad, for all your boasting.”

The boy sighed as he slid his arms around Malcolm’s middle, gripping tighter as Malcolm urged his horse to a gallop.

Most likely the child had not been trained in manly ways. Maybe he had only sisters, or maybe his sire was a weakling himself. Not everyone had the privilege of being raised among four brothers by a sire more fierce than a wild boar. At times too fierce, especially in the treatment of Malcolm’s mother.

Memories haunted him as Malcolm tightened his grip on the reins. He would rather petition the king for a title and serve him than serve his heavy-handed father. Malcolm could serve another lord or even join the church, but he wanted his own land to rule as he saw fit. Peace to do as he wanted.

First, he must see the weakling behind him to the next village. A small hiccup and a sniffle affirmed his resolve.

By the saints, being a man of honor would be the death of him if he continued aiding poor souls like the one snotting the back of his tunic.

Want to read more? You can find Lord of Her Heart at Amazon.

About the Author:

Sherrinda Ketchersid is a lover of stories with happily-ever-after endings. Whether set in the past or present, romance is what she writes and where her dreams reside. Sherrinda lives in north-central Texas with her preacher husband. With four grown children, three guys and a gal, she has more time and energy to spin tales of faith, fun, and forever love.

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Wednesday Writers–Cover Reveal for Blackflies and Blueberries by Sharon Ledwith

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COMING SOON from YA Author Sharon Ledwith

Mirror World Publishing is happy to reveal the cover for Blackflies and Blueberries by Sharon Ledwith! This exciting Book 2 in the YA paranormal series Mysterious Tales from Fairy Falls, releases May 17, 2019.

About Blackflies and Blueberries:

The only witness left to testify against an unsolved crime in Fairy Falls isn’t a person…

City born and bred, Hart Stewart possesses the gift of psychometry—the psychic ability to discover facts about an event or person by touching inanimate objects associated with them. Since his mother’s death, seventeen-year-old Hart has endured homelessness, and has learned ways to keep his illiteracy under wraps. He eventually learns of a great-aunt living in Fairy Falls, and decides to leave the only life he’s ever known for an uncertain future.

Diana MacGregor lives in Fairy Falls. Her mother was a victim of a senseless murder. Only Diana’s unanswered questions and her grief keeps her going, until Hart finds her mother’s lost ring and becomes a witness to her murder.

Through Hart’s psychic power, Diana gains hope for justice. Their investigation leads them into the corrupt world threatening Fairy Falls. To secure the town’s future, Hart and Diana must join forces to uncover the shocking truth, or they risk losing the true essence of Fairy Falls forever.

Sharon Ledwith is the author of the middle-grade/YA time travel series, THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS, and the teen psychic mystery series, MYSTERIOUS TALES FROM FAIRY FALLS. When not writing, researching, or revising, she enjoys reading, exercising, anything arcane, and an occasional dram of scotch. Sharon lives a serene, yet busy life in a southern tourist region of Ontario, Canada, with her hubby, one spoiled yellow Labrador and a moody calico cat.

Learn more about Sharon Ledwith on her website and blog. Stay connected on Facebook and Twitter, Goodreads, and Smashwords. Look up her Amazon Author page for a list of current books. Be sure to check out THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS TIME TRAVEL SERIES Facebook page.

Wednesday Writers–Barbara Britton Talks About A God For Our Daughters

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Today Wednesday Writers welcomes Barbara M. Britton back to the blog. Barbara writes about women of the Bible. Today she’ll be sharing about country music, her upcoming series, and giving us a peek at her book Jerusalem Rising. Welcome, Barbara!

 

A God For Our Daughters

 

Recently, I watched the Academy of Country Music Awards and heard a new song by Little Big Town called “The Daughters.” I heard some beautiful voices, engaging words, and bad theology. How do I know what they were singing was questionable? I write Biblical fiction where I bring little-known Bible stories to light. All my books have heroines who rely on God and God shows up. So, when Little Big Town sings:

“I’ve heard of God the Son and God the Father; I’m still looking for a God for the daughters.”

I can shout, “I’ve found Him.”

My weekly Bible study recently studied the story of Hagar who fled the heavy hand of her mistress Sarah. A pregnant Hagar flees into the desert, alone and troubled. But she is not alone. An angel of Lord comes to her and gives Hagar guidance. What does Hagar name the well by which she rests? Beer Lahai Roi, for she says, “You are the God who sees me” (Genesis 16:13-14).

This October I will begin a series on the daughters of Zelophehad. Who? This wondrous story of five orphaned sisters shows how much God cares for our daughters. God gives these orphans an inheritance of their father’s land—the soon to be conquered Promised Land. Society kept women from being heirs. Because of the daughters of Zelophehad’s “big ask,” God rearranges the whole order of inheritance to include girls.

In my novel, “Jerusalem Rising,” daughters of Shallum help rebuild Jerusalem’s wall. Women construction workers were not common in Biblical times. Imagine my surprise to read Nehemiah 3:12 where the builders of the wall are listed for everyone to read. Shallum repaired the next section with “the help of his daughters.” Shallum’s daughters repaired their city wall and faced opposition from neighboring rulers. How brave!

We do have a God for the daughters. Jesus first appeared to women after rising from the dead. In Matthew 28 1-10, we see the angel of the Lord appearing to Mary Magdalene and the other Mary (wife of Clopas) and telling them to notify the disciples that Jesus had risen. Wahoo! Who did the women meet as they hurried away? Our risen Lord, Jesus.

While I like Little Big Town’s sentiment that girls should be respected and encouraged to do great things, our God has been doing that for centuries. We do have a God for our daughters, and for our sons, and for everyone.

 

Jerusalem Rising

By Barbara M. Britton

When Adah bat Shallum finds the governor of Judah weeping over the crumbling wall of Jerusalem, she learns the reason for Nehemiah’s unexpected visit—God has called him to rebuild the wall around the City of David.

Nehemiah challenges the men of Jerusalem to labor on the wall and in return, the names of their fathers will be written in the annals for future generations to cherish. But Adah has one sister and no brothers. Should her father who rules a half-district of Jerusalem be forgotten forever?

Adah bravely vows to rebuild her city’s wall, though she soon discovers that Jerusalem not only has enemies outside of the city, but also within. Can Adah, her sister, and the men they love, honor God’s call? Or will their mission be crushed by the same rocks they hope to raise.

Excerpt:

“Wait, sister.” Adah’s words came out in a rush. “Shouldn’t our father and the household of Shallum be in the governor’s record? What of our children? Will they not want to see the names of their ancestors and know we were faithful to God’s call?”

Her mother tensed. “Your father has no heir.”

Judith’s eyes narrowed. A scowl puckered her lips. “No one without sons is going forward. What woman would agree to labor with stone?”

A tide pool swirled inside of Adah’s belly. Try as she might to remain calm, her ire flared at her family. “Our father, a ruler of this city, sits on a stool hidden by a scribe who will not even ink his name on the parchment. Did Nehemiah not address the daughters of Jacob? Do we not have the strength to pick up a stone?”

Her mother patted Adah’s arm. “What makes you think we can do this? We are not craftsmen and we have our own burdens. It is time to lead me home and let the men of this city discuss the labor.”

Adah clasped her mother’s comforting hand and removed its hold on her body. “You have a daughter to take you home. I intend to restore a section of the wall. God has been deaf to my prayers but perhaps with the governor praying beside me, he will give me the wherewithal to move rock.”

Her words were terser than she meant them to be, but they were true and their truth had been bound in her soul for over a year. She pushed through the herd of people trudging forward to heed Nehemiah’s call.

About the Author:

Barbara M. Britton lives in Brookfield, Wisconsin and loves the snow—when it accumulates under three inches. She writes Christian Fiction for teens and adults. Barb kicked off her Tribes of Israel series in 2016 bringing little-known Bible characters to light. In October of 2019, she will begin a series on the brave, groundbreaking daughters of Zelophehad. Barb is a member of the American Christian Fiction Writers, the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators, Romance Writers of America and Wisconsin Romance Writers of America. She is published with Harbourlight Books, an imprint of Pelican Book Group. Barb has a nutrition degree from Baylor University but loves to dip healthy strawberries in chocolate. Find out more about Barb’s books at http://www.barbarambritton.com.

You can also follow Barb on Twitter and Goodreads.

“Jerusalem Rising” has been on sale on Amazon of late and is free on Kindle Unlimited.

Wednesday Writers–The Hitman’s Mistake by Sally Brandle

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Today’s Wednesday Writer’s guest is romantic suspense author Sally Brandle. Today she has a short excerpt from her book The Hitman’s Mistake.

Welcome, Sally.

Thanks, Catherine.

Female friendships are an integral part of my storylines and a cherished part of my life. My husband, sons, and brothers rank high on my lifeometer, but often I need another woman’s perspective and guidance. One group of authors who continue to atta-girl and counsel each other are the women in my local RWA chapter.

I’m blessed with a wide variety of friends in my own life and try to capture the essence of women relying on each other’s gifts through the struggles of my heroines.

Eastside RWA Writer friends

In The Hitman’s Mistake, Miranda depends on help from her BFF, Corrin, to vanish. These women are polar opposites. Miranda chose to be inconspicuous while caring for plants in office buildings and Corrin aspires to occupy a mahogany partners’ desk in a prestigious law office. Their differences create an unbeatable team when they work together to defy a shady developer in the second book, Torn by Vengeance. Throughout both books, they aid the heroes in thwarting villains and counsel each other to trust in love for their happy ever after. They worry together, challenge one another, and offer boundless support. Those are the attributes of the women I surround myself with in real life, and I’m thankful every day for their presence.

 

 

The Hitman’s Mistake

by Sally Brandle

She needs his trust. 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 man she’s had one awkward encounter with—buff FBI Agent, Grant Morley. But can she find him in time?

He needs the truth. The last person Grant expects to discover on his annual horseback trip delivering supplies 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. Fortunately, love thrives in Emma Springs. If you covet sizzling chemistry, determined assassins, and Montana scenery, then you’ll love Sally Brandle’s galloping thriller.

 

 Excerpt from The Hitman’s Mistake:

“Typical Miranda, always thinking of others.” Corrin squeezed the shifter knob. “You and me, we’re two Phoenix birds rising from the flames of our past. Please, be careful.”

“I’ll be okay. I promise.” Miranda smiled weakly. “Can I borrow your phone charger?”

Corrin stopped the car at a red light, yanked the charger from the lighter, and handed it off. “Don’t worry. I’ll be there for Shirley and Ike.”

A crowd passed in front of their bumper.

Miranda clutched the cord and hunkered in her seat. “I know.”

Outside Corrin’s window, a lone bicyclist dodged cars, trying to push through a swarm of traffic. Miranda’s next path sounded risky and unprotected, too.

Want to read more? You can find The Hitman’s Mistake at Amazon

About the Author:

Multi-award winning author Sally Brandle weaves 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. Her rescue Aussie is her companion during long spells of writing, bouts of tormenting weeds in her garden, or afternoons spent riding on the wind with her twenty-eight year old Quarter Horse. Sign up for her newsletter at http://www.sallybrandle.com for freebies. The second book (without intimate scenes) in her Love Thrives in Emma Springs series, Torn By Vengeance, is currently on presale and releases May 22nd, 2019. Book 3, The Targeted Pawn, was contracted by Soul Mate Publishing, too.

Connect with Sally at her Website: http://http://www.sallybrandle.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18116238.Sally_Brandle

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