Thursday, September 27, 2012

PEACEWEAVER - Deborah Kinnard - One Free Ebook (winner's choice of format


Welcome, Deb. Tell us how much of yourself you write into your characters.
Probably more than I think I do. I’ve never been able to write a “gentle” heroine, though I’ve wanted to, because the women who helped form my character weren’t generally in that mold. Even Grandma, who led me to Christ, was a scrappy sort of woman – and totally sold out to the Lord. These have been my role models so I’m happy with how they made me the woman I am—and at one remove, my characters who they are.

What is the quirkiest thing you have ever done?
How long have you got? I don’t do conventional extreme stuff like base jumping or anything, but…in the writing, the quirkiest piece I’ve written so far was ANGEL WITH A RAY GUN. I wrote it due to a conversation with my husband: “Christians don’t get science fiction.” “They do, and I can prove it.” “How?” “Write a novel about ’em, of course.” To date, that book has been one of my most popular.

When did you first discover that you were a writer?
I was ten, and a “Bonanza” fan. It hacked me off that there was no ten-year-old girl on the Ponderosa with her own pony. So I made up Vanessa Cartwright and began writing her adventures, using a pencil and a spiral notebook. I’ve been writing ever since.

Tell us the range of the kinds of books you enjoy reading.
My tastes are eclectic. I enjoy sweet romance, science fiction, nonfiction, historical romantic fic and mysteries centered on the medieval period, the odd Regency sprinkled in. I like books that have a light touch, and use humor to good effect, and I try not to limit myself too much on what I read.

How do you keep your sanity in our run, run, run world?
I was supposed to keep my sanity? Who knew?

How do you choose your characters’ names?
Sometimes they just “come” to me and I know their names as soon as I start getting to know their personalities.  At other times it’s a struggle. In some books, their names have a particular meaning and I try to make that significant as a subtheme in the story.

What is the accomplishment that you are most proud of?
Our daughters, whom I somehow managed to raise as young women of faith despite the fact I was busy recovering my own faith at the time. I respect and admire them.

It’s wonderful when out daughters grow up and become our sisters in Christ. If you were an animal, which one would you be, and why?
Probably a walrus. All they do is eat, sleep, and swim, and I love hanging out that way.

What is your favorite food?
Chocolate. If “you are what you eat,” I’m at least 10%.

I’d hate to say what percentage I would be. What is the problem with writing that was your greatest roadblock, and how did you overcome it?
 I’m still overcoming it. My issue is that this season of my life doesn’t allow as much BICHOK time as I would like. I’m coping, but more than ready to pay much more attention to creating all these stories traipsing around in my head.

Tell us about the featured book.
PEACEWEAVER is the first of three tales about “the faith box,” a reliquary passed down through the women of one British lineage. Book one tells Anmair’s story. She’s given in marriage to serve her father’s ambitions for peace in tenth century Wales and has no choice but to obey. Cadell, her husband, urges her to accept their destiny as he has, and work together to curb their clans’ warlike ways. When their people are torn by Viking raids, English meddling, and treachery, Anmair struggles to become worthy to hold the Faith Box, placing her trust in God and facing her destiny.

Love your cover. Please give us the first page of the book.
Clwyd, North Wales, 973

Anmair uerch Efan, daughter and treasure of Lis Caradoc, brushed a pesky fly from the sleeve of her long-sleeved linen gown. Though she would sweat in her long-sleeved linen gown, today promised plenty of delight. Chores, to be sure, but pleasant work in the midsummer sunshine. With a basket over her arm, she kept pace with Grandmother for the needful harvest of the Lord's bounty -- today, wild onions.

Her brother, brought along to help or at the least to protect, had other things on his mind. Thrusting his picking-basket at Anmair, on a snap of twig he sidled into the thicket and vanished.

"Bradan! Where do you go?" Grandmother called out.

"Anon, lady," his voice called, already from a distance.

Anmair gave a low chirp of laughter. "He strays off, as usual. Likely he seeks a Pictish burial ground or a broken spear from one of great Rhodri's battles." She raised her voice. "Bradan! Father will lift your hide with his belt. Come back! You promised to escort us."

"He is gone. Nay, give over, child. He has scant time for merrymaking these days."

"He is full sixteen, too old for childish sport." Anmair spotted a baby onion and pulled it from the earth.

"Have a little patience. Life will teach that boy to attend on one thing at one time."

Anmair smiled. She adored the indulged youngest of her five brothers. Two years younger than she, Bradan was not often denied simple pleasures. Aye, her brother had scant interest in young onions. He would remain close enough to keep them safe, but chores? Not for him. She and Grandmother Lisinwy would be filling all three baskets.

Looking down into her basket, she sighed. Try as she might, Anmair could never keep up with Lisinwy. Her basket already hung heavy with the best and ripest onions.

"Breathe, child. What soft air! The Lord Himself made this day just for us to go a-field." Grandmother's deft hands, wrinkled like she'd left them too long in hot water, could pick while she talked. Anmair loved the sound of her soft, low voice, so unlike Mother's higher tones. "Mmm, these will do fine in a pie. When we come home, mayhap we can cozen Cook into making one for the evening meal. It will taste of heaven with onions sweet as these."

Anmair heard a different note in Grandmother's voice and kept her counsel. Before they'd left the hall, Grandmother had hinted she would discuss weightier matters than onions and pie.

"But we came here for more than onions," the older woman said. "You and I have other things to speak of. While Bradan hares off about his business -- aye, I know it seems his lot is fun, while yours is work. But consider... boys do grow into men too early. Ever it is so, and they cannot wait to trade stick pony for war-horse. At least I still have you in my counsel. And aye, I would talk of duty."

Anmair frowned, at first hoping to distract Grandmother from such things. Why speak of duty on such a heaven-sent day? Before she could voice the thought, however, Bradan burst out of a bramble.

"Our lady mother calls." He swatted an insistent fly from his face. "There, on the headland. We must away--"

How can readers find you on the Internet?
My web site is www.debkinnard.com .

Lena, thanks for hosting me!

It's my pleasure and great blessing, Deb.

Readers, here’s a link to the book. By using it when you order, you help support this blog.
The Faith Box Book One: Peaceweaver (TheFaith Box)


Leave a comment for a chance to win a free copy of the book. Please tell us where you live, at least the state or territory. (Comments containing links may be subject to removal by blog owner.)

You'll notice that I took off the word verification for leaving comments. That should help you.

Void where prohibited; the odds of winning depend on the number of entrants. Entering the giveaway is considered a confirmation of eligibility on behalf of the enterer in accord with these rules and any pertaining local/federal/international laws.

The only notification you’ll receive is the winner post on this blog. So be sure to check back a week from Saturday to see if you won. You will have 4 weeks from the posting of the winners to claim your book.

If you’re reading this on Feedblitz, Facebook, or Amazon, please come to the blog to leave your comment if you want to be included in the drawing. Here’s a link.
Http://lenanelsondooley.blogspot.com

15 comments:

Diana Gardner said...

Looks great. Would love to win! Portsmouth, VA

LadySaotome said...

I love your story about how you started writing. And how you came to write Angel With a Ray Gun. You sound a bit like me - that's exactly the way I tend to react!

From the Black Hills of South Dakota.

Merry said...

Peaceweaver sounds like an engaging historical story, I'd love to win it!
Merry in TX

Norma S said...

Thank you for giving me a chance to win "Peaceweaver" By Deborah Kinnard. I love the way you got started writing at age of ten. Your book sounds like a great book. God bless you.
Norma from Ohio

Marianne said...

This sounds intriguing! Thanks for the great interview, Lena and Deborah! i'd ;love to win

Marianne from northern Alberta

mitziUNDERSCOREwanhamATyahooDOTcom

apple blossom said...

thanks for the chance to win
live in ND

ABreading4fun [at] gmail [dot] com

Lyndie Blevins said...

Thanks for the opportunity to get this book

Lyndie - Duncanville, Texas

Sharon Richmond said...

Enter me!!
Sharon Richmond
Blanch,NC.

Deb said...

Thanks, ladies, for weighing in! This has sure been a fun book to write. The whole process is even better when I can connect with readers. I do love doing that.

Nancee said...

I'd love a copy of Deborah's book. It sounds wonderful. Thanks for offering this giveaway!
Nancee in Michigan
quiltcat26[at]sbcglobal[dot]com

Michelle said...

Sounds like a very interesting book, and set during an usual time. Would love to read. it.

Kentucky

rubynreba said...

Peaceweaver sounds like a book I would thoroughly enjoy.
Beth from Iowa

Nancee said...

Peaceweaver sounds like a wonderful book. I'd love to win a copy. Thank you for the wonderful review and offering this giveaway!
Nancee in Michigan
quiltcat26[sbcglobal[dot]net

Veronica Sternberg said...

Thanks for taking off the verification. Some of those were pretty hard to read! This book sounds very interesting. I'm in MN.

Lena Nelson Dooley said...

Veronica, I understand. When Blogger changed to the new kind of word verification, I even had trouble. I used word verification, because my blog gets so many hits, it's often bombarded by spam.

Blogger now has a spam filter, but I receive notification of each spam file that is stopped. That adds to my already overloaded Inbox. Once I took it off, I receive quite a few each day.

I'll leave word verification off unless they become so numerous I can't take care of them. I am on three book deadlines right now.