This is the 3rd book in my Fabric of Time series and I got the idea after doing research for a family reunion back in the 1990s. My ancestry studies whet my appetite for Norwegian/American history. Threads of Love is a result.
If you were planning a party with Christian authors of contemporary fiction, what six people would you invite and why?
Only six? Rats! Well, OK then…I’d invite Travis Thrasher, DiAnn Mills, Loree Lough, Randy Ingermanson, Candace Calvert, and Brandilyn Collins. These men and women are bright, creative, and willing to share their ideas and experiences with others. They’re also just plain FUN.
Now let’s do that for a party for Christian authors of historical fiction, what six people would you invite and why?
Again, it’s hard to think of just six I’d want to invite, but here goes: Tracie Peterson, Tamera Alexander, Lena Nelson Dooley, Kim Woodhouse, Louise Gouge, and Francine Rivers. I’d invite these ladies for the same reasons I’d invite the others, adding that as a writer of historical Christian fiction I know researching a book is labor-intensive. I admire these authors for the historical tales they so expertly weave.
Thank you for including me in that group. I’d really enjoy that party. Many times, people (and other authors) think you have it made with so many books published. What is your most difficult problem with writing at this time in your career?
The most difficult is the amount of projects I’ve got going and figuring out which one is priority.
Tell us about the featured book.
Sure. Here’s the back cover copy.
Emily Sundberg considers herself a proper young lady of the twentieth century. But a decade ago she behaved more like a tomboy. So when the neighbor’s grandson came to visit one summer when she was thirteen, they became fast friends. Emily even got her first kiss—quite by accident.
Unfortunately she thinks Jake Edgerton told all the boys what happened. Rumors circulated, and Emily caved from embarrassment and guilt. Meanwhile Jake returned home to
, and she never saw or
heard from him again. Fallon,
Over the years Emily has worked hard to prove to her peers and the people of Manitowoc, Wisconsin, that, despite past mistakes, she is an upstanding young women, one worthy of being a schoolteacher—and possibly Andy Anderson’s wife. But even with the passing of time, Emily has never forgotten Jake and how he nearly ruined her life…
And now he’s a
US deputy marshal, and he’s back in
-- 1902 Manitowoc, Wisconsin
An explosion of shattering glass sounded from directly behind Emily Sundberg, and a thunderous weight crashed into her. The world spun, and then she fell hard and face down on
Street plank walk.
Breathe! Breathe! She struggled to inhale.
“Are you all right, ma’am?” A male voice spoke close to her ear.
“I’m terribly sorry about knocking you over.”
He helped her sit, and a moment later a rush of sweet, springtime air filled Emily’s lungs. She let out a breath of relief.
“Are you hurt?”
“I . . . I don’t know.” Emily spit dirt from her mouth. Her left cheek began to throb. Her vision swam.
He steadied her, his arm around her shoulders. “Easy there.”
She took several deep breaths.
“Allow me to help you up and over to the bench. Like I said, I’m sorry ’bout knocking you over the way I did.”
Emily wiggled her toes inside her ivory-colored boots. Nothing broken. She moved her jaw. Despite the pain around her cheekbone, she seemed all right. Her hand moved to the back of her head. Her fat braid had come out of its pinning and her hat—her hat!
She pointed to the paved street seconds before a set of buggy wheels rolled over it, grinding the lovely creation into the paved road. Not once. But twice!
“Careful, now.” The man helped her to stand. “There’re shards of glass everywhere.”
Emily thanked God she hadn’t slammed her head into the nearby hitching post.
“Hooligans!” A woman’s voice rang out amidst the strangely silent street. It sounded like Mrs. Hopper’s. “Hooligans, ever’ one of ’em!”
Definitely Mrs. Hopper’s.
The man held Emily securely by her upper arms, and Emily’s gaze fell on his walnut-colored waistcoat. “You sure you’re not hurt?
“I–I don’t think so.”
“Well, I hope you can forgive me, ma’am.”
Emily’s gaze finally reached the man’s tanned and golden whiskered face. Shaggy blond hair framed his face and blood stained the corner of his mouth. In his canvas duster and matching trousers, the stranger looked out of place for
. But odd costumes weren’t totally
uncommon, given the city’s lively port. Manitowoc, Wisconsin
And yet, he seemed a bit familiar too . . .
Way to leave us hanging, Andrea. How can readers find you on the Internet?
Contact me via my website: www.andreaboeshaar.com
And Google +: Andrea Kuhn Boeshaar
always a pleasure to be a guest on your blog!
And I love hosting you, Andrea.
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