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DUMPSTER DICING - Julie B Cosgrove - One Free Book

Welcome back, Julie. This book is very different from your other books I've read. Why do you write the kinds of books you do?

I have always been a mystery buff. I have been reading them since Nancy Drew days, still veg out on Murder She Wrote reruns, and love the British mysteries on PBS. So, my sister challenged me, as she has a tendency to do, to start writing them. Little did I know I’d end up with a three book contract based solely on synopses.

Besides when you came to know the Lord, what is the happiest day in your life?

That is very hard to say. I guess most would say their wedding day or when their child was born. And those probably top the list. But I think the happiest day of my life was when I realized He used me for a purpose, and my writing actually touched someone enough to bring them to faith.

How has being published changed your life?

It has kept me busy! People think writing is all there is to making a novel. Wrong. Making the novel is like making a baby. Then come up to nine months of development. Endless editing, critiquing, tweaking, cover design pow-wows and marketing.

What are you reading right now?

I read about a novel a week, many from other authors in my own publishing house so I can support them and review their works, or be a second eye in editing and proofing. I wish I read more for pure pleasure, but it is a pleasure to read what my fellow authors write. Some are really great!

What is your current work in progress?

I have three, actually. Baby Bunco, the second cozy in the Bunco Biddies Mysteries is in line edits, and Threes and Sixes, cozy number three, is in the beginning stages of the first draft. I also have a Christmas novella in editing right now called Hill Country Homecoming which will be part of an anthology of A Cowboy Christmas.

What would be your dream vacation?

To return to England, rent a cottage in a small village, and write for three to six months (and take day trips around to other places of course.) I was blessed to go on a church sponsored trip and live with a family for several weeks a few years ago. It whetted my appetite. I am a dyed-in-the-wool Anglophile, since it is my denomination and my heritage.

How do you choose your settings for each book?

I am a Texan, so most of my scenes are set in Texas. The Bunco Biddies live in a retirement community similar to ones I encountered when we lived in Central Texas. They are rambling small cities, really, with everything from independent condos and homes to full-time nursing care. They have golf courses, rec centers, libraries, and even small shops.

If you could spend an evening with one person who is currently alive, who would it be and why?

My grown son. We never get to see each other enough and any day you can hug your child is a stellar one.

What are your hobbies, besides writing and reading?

That is pretty much it. I am a very amateur bird watcher and I love word puzzles. I think I have 27 games of Words With Friends going right now.

What is your most difficult writing obstacle, and how do you overcome it?

Can I be honest? It is the endless hours of marketing on social media and the feeling I am only shouting into the wind. That is why I so appreciate successful sites such as yours and your willingness to support other Christian writers.

It’s my pleasure and a great blessing to me. What advice would you give to a beginning author?

Find a wonderful critique group with published authors in it, either online or in person. Then toughen up your skin and take their comments to heart. You will also learn so much more reading and critiquing their genres as well. Everyone grows in the craft together. You may outgrow a particular group, but never the concept of them. Always sit at the feet of someone who is more successful than yourself.

Very good advice. I tell authors they always should have someone they’re learning from and someone they’re mentoring. Tell us about the featured book.

Dumpster Dicing is the first of the Bunco Biddies mysteries. Janie, the widow of an Austin police detective, and her friends in Sunset Acres play Bunco every Thursday evening. Their lives are fairly dull, until one day as she and her friend, Betsy Ann, a retired home and garden reporter for the local newspaper, discover a body in the community dumpster during their daily power walk. It seems the newest resident, Mr. Newman, must have had a dicey past, or how else did he end up in pieces only a few days after he moved in? Now, what would you do if you were Janie and Betsy Ann? Investigate how and why, of course!

Here is the first chapter:

Betsy Ann Hunt huffed up the hill, breathing in time to the slap of her sneakers on the early morning dew-dampened pavement. The lavender, velour-covered backside of her neighbor and Bunco playing buddy, Janie Manson, wobbled ahead of her, her elbows swinging in sync with her steps, no doubt to some early Beatles song on her I-pod. Janie claimed to be one of the privileged few who squealed on the first row of the band’s concert at Sam Houston Coliseum during their first British Invasion tour in April of 1965. But Janie bragged about a lot of things, such as her physical stamina—which appeared to be ebbing at the moment as a result of the sultry Texas humidity.

Betsy Ann urged her sore calves to accelerate on the incline. With every ounce of gumption mustered in her quivering ligaments, she edged alongside Janie. Exhaling a slight wheeze, she tapped her friend on the shoulder. “Can we slow down?”

 “Huh?” Janie pulled out the left ear bud. She waited at the top of the lane near the entrance to the club house parking lot in their fifty-five-plus community of Sunset Acres. The rumble of the sanitation truck on its Tuesday morning rounds to empty the dumpsters drowned out Betsy Ann’s breathless response. “What did you say?” Janie jogged in place as she leaned closer.

“Have...to...stop.” Betsy Ann raised a hand with fingers spread and then pressed it to her thigh as she bent over. Her ample breasts bounced with each chest heave under her fuchsia zip-up jogging jacket.

“Okay, all you had to do was say so.” Janie clicked off her music. “It’s only been three weeks since you slipped on your tailbone, Betsy Ann. I realize you gained six pounds lying around, but are you sure you should be power walking so soon? Dr. Pearson gave me strict orders about exercising when I chipped my hip bone two years ago.”

Always knows everything. With gritted teeth to keep her from speaking her mind, Betsy Ann straightened upright in slow motion as she counted to ten. But the sincere concern on Janie’s apple-cheeked face dissolved her angst. She edged up to her friend’s ear and spoke louder to compensate for the trash vehicle’s droning engine. “I’m fine, really. Just need a breather for a moment or two.” A whiff of three-day-old, fermented garbage combined with diesel fumes left her a tad lightheaded. She waved a hand over her nose. “Whew, away from that monster.”

 “Oh, okay.”

The two widows eased to a bench under one of the many sprawling live oak trees dotting the community. Their eyes followed the commercial dumpster as it rose in the air. The sanitation lorry’s built-in forklift maneuvered the box up and over the cab. “Amazing how they lift and dump, isn’t it? The dumpster must weigh several tons.”

Janie nodded. “Hydraulics, no doubt. My brother became a mechanical engineer, you know. Explained them to me one Thanksgiving, oh, back in 1972...”

Betsy Ann’s eyes glazed over. Janie exhibited the epitome of a walking encyclopedia. Her mind, even though encased in seventy-two-year-old wrinkles, still resembled a sharpened pencil lead. Her attention left her jogging mate’s diatribe on modern mechanics and turned to the labored whir of the metal arms grasping the garbage container. Black plastic sacks, white ones, and various cartons tumbled into the truck’s receptacle like upturned chocolate-covered mints into a wide open mouth. Then, something long and blue-jean colored caught Betsy Ann’s eye. She jolted to her feet. “Oh, my word. A leg! With an orthopedic shoe attached.”

“Dear, I thought you quit taking oxycodone for pain.” Janie pushed a sweat-dampened silver curl off her brow.

“I’m serious. Look.” Janie’s gaze followed her friend’s finger.

“Oh, my heavens. It is!” She jumped up as she waved her hands over her head. “Stop. Stop.” Her words didn’t reach the city worker’s ears over the automatic grinds and thunks.

Betsy Ann dashed in front and proceeded to slam her hands onto the driver’s door. A middle-aged man knitted his thick black eyebrows. He jerked the lift to stop and rolled down the window. “What?”

The community’s trash receptacle dangled at a precarious angle. The senior citizens sputtered in unison. “Stop. There’s a body.”

The man shook his head in confusion. Betsy Ann motioned to the back.

 “A body. Get it? Dead person.”

The man shut down the engine. “¿Muerto?”

 “Yes. Uh, sí.” She bobbed her cropped, reddish-blonde hair.

The worker crawled down from his seat and walked to the back of the sanitation truck, which rumbled and spewed more putrid fumes. The dumpster tilted down at a forty-five-degree angle. Suspended in time clung numerous trash bags, pizza boxes, a broken lawn chair and...an arm?

“Blessed Mary, Mother of God.” The man crossed himself and dug a cell phone from his back pocket. He punched in a number and began sputtering Spanish rapid fire like a machine gun from a 1940’s film noir movie. The two spinsters edged around to peer up into the dumpster’s contents, their cupped palms shading their eyes from the morning sun’s rays. Janie scrunched her mouth to one side. “If I am not mistaken, it’s Edwin Newman in there.”

“Who?” Betsy Ann swiveled her torso towards her sprinting partner.

 “You know. The old grouch who moved down the street into the Williams’ old condo last Friday.”

“Oh, yes. The Williams transferred to the assisted living units, didn’t they? He developed advancing Alzheimer’s and she’s recovering from double hip replacements. Or a knee and a hip? Oh, dear, I get fuddled sometimes about all that medical stuff. So many of us are losing body parts and getting titanium joints...”

“Betsy Ann!” Janie hissed. “Body. Dumpster. Remember?”

“Yes. My, aren’t we testy?” She brushed her jacket with the palm of her hand. “Why do you think those belong to... What did you say his name was?”

“Newman. Edwin Newman. He chewed out Mildred Fletcher because her Yorkie barked at him. Threw a coffee mug at the poor animal. Whack! Right on the nose. It left a raw, sore spot.”

 “He did?”

Janie gave her a quick nod. “Mildred must apply a special salve on him three times a day. Says it cost her $22.95.”

“On Mr. Newman?”

Janie scoffed into her velour v-neck. “No, the Yorkie.”

Betsy Ann’s lips formed an “O.”

Janie pointed to the dumpster. “Mr. Newman’s in there all right.”

 “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Janie bent to Betsy Ann’s ear. “I see his head.”

How can readers find you on the Internet?

My website is www.juiebcosgrove.com. You can preview all my books there, fiction and non-fiction as well as view trailers.

I also have an inspirational blog, http://wheredidyoufindgodtoday.com and write devotionals for several web-based publications including Thoughts About God, the Life.com, Heartwings Blog, and Faith-Filled Family Magazine.

I am on Facebook: www.Facebook.com/juliebcosgrove.tx and also on Twitter, but not as often: Twitter@JulieBCosgrove. I am delving more and more into Pinterest.

All of my books are available on Goodreads and Amazon, and most are on Barnes and Noble.

Thank you, Julie, for sharing this new book with us. I'm eager to read it.

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GLASGOW GRACE - Marion Ueckermann - One Free Ebook

Dear Readers, Marion is one of the authors I like to feature who doesn’t live in the US. The first book of hers that I read had me hooked, so every time I hear about a new book from her, I have to get a copy. Her foreign settings are interesting, like an armchair travelogue. And her characters leap off the page. You won’t want to miss this one.

Welcome back, Marion. Tell us about your salvation experience.

I was around five years old. We had a child evangelist at our church called Sunny Blondell (totally not sure if that’s spelled correctly) – an elderly lady who did the most amazing flannel graph stories (anyone remember those? Probably giving away my age now.) It was at her campaign that I gave my heart to Jesus. I still have the little card with that famous picture of Jesus standing at the door with a lantern, knocking. As a teenager I had my years where I did not live the way God wanted me to, but thankfully He’s faithful, even when I wasn’t. That’s grace.

I was seven years old when I asked Jesus into my heart, and later, I was the flannel graph lady. You’re planning a writing retreat where you can only have four other authors. Who would they be and why?

There are so many I’d love to choose, but if I have to narrow it down, and this is really hard, it would be the following people for the following reasons:

Angela K. Couch – one of my critique partners. At ACFW last year, I got to meet two of my critique partners (and if I was allowed 6 on this retreat, Heidi and Janet, you’d be in there), but unfortunately Angela couldn’t come. I’d love to meet Angela in person because I love her writing, as well as her input into my work.

Judith Robl – just because I love this woman. We’ve been cyber-friends for over five years now. I got to meet her at ACFW in Dallas but because of the busyness of the conference, we didn’t get to spend that much time together. I’d love the opportunity to be with her again in a more relaxed environment.

Jan Edtti Thompson – I’ve been in several box sets with Jan. Spending time with Jan one-on-one, tapping into her vast knowledge of Indie publishing would be WOW! Plus, I’ve never met someone with so much energy ... perhaps some would rub off on me if we were to spend time together (although we’d probably be Facebooking each other silly stickers all the time, laughing, and just having fun).

Autumn Macarthur – Another of my box set buddies who I would love the opportunity to meet in person.

ACFW will be in Dallas (actually Grapevine, a suburb of Fort Worth). I’ll be there. I hope you come again. I’d love to meet you in person, too. When it was in Dallas last time, I was just recuperating from knee-replacement surgery. I was at the hotel for a few hours one afternoon, but I didn’t get to meet you. Do you have a speaking ministry? If so, tell us about that.

Only a writing ministry, but who knows what God has in store in the future...

What’s the most exciting thing that has happened to you recently?

Ooh, there are actually two exciting things that have happened recently. I’ve just returned from a two week holiday in Scotland which was awesome. During our time there, I had the opportunity to visit Glasgow, where this featured book is located. I had so hoped to get a photograph of me outside the opera house, or on one of the bridges I speak of in the story, with a copy of my book. Unfortunately, I only discovered when we were on the train home that where we were in the city was rather far from my story’s location. Glasgow is a BIG place, and we walked over 22,000 steps that day (according to our phone’s step-counter app.)

The second exciting thing happened just before we left Scotland. I received news from Pelican Book Publishers that my first Passport to Romance novella, Helsinki Sunrise—Glasgow Grace is my third in this series—is one of two novellas in the Passport to Romance series that have been chosen by Norway-based publisher, Hermon Forlag, to be translated and published in Norwegian. Plans are to release the novellas in both e-book and paperback.

Wow! That is awesome. Helsinki Sunrise is the first book of yours that I read. I’ve wanted to have a foreign edition of one of my books, but it hasn’t happened yet. People are always telling me that they’d like to write a book someday. I’m sure they do to you, too. What would you tell someone who came up to you and said that?

Good question, and in fact I had this happen to me about a year ago. My advice was: take several months (a year if possible) and spend the time learning the craft of writing. Only, then put pen to paper ... it’ll be so much easier.

Tell us about Glasgow Grace.

Easiest way is with the blurb, so here it is:

Opera star, Skye Hunter, returns to the land of her birth as leading lady in Phantom of the Opera. It’s the first time she’s been back to bonnie Scotland since her mother whisked her away to Australia sixteen years ago after Skye’s father died.

When Skye decides to have dinner at McGuire’s, she’s not going there only for Mary McGuire’s Shepherd’s Pie. Her first and only love, Callum McGuire, still plays his guitar and sings at the family-owned tavern.

Callum has never stopped loving Skye. But, desperate to know if she’d want him if he was still a singer in a pub, he keeps his real profession hidden from her. When Skye’s worst nightmare comes true, Callum discloses his secret to save the woman he loves.

Can they rekindle what they had lost, or will Skye’s mother threaten their future together once again?

Please give us the first page of the book.

That she’d miss spending a warm Christmas and New Year with family and friends this year mattered little to Skye Hunter. Even though she wasn’t home, she was home. She could’ve sung an aria right there in the middle of Glasgow International Airport and let the myriad of holiday travelers know exactly how she felt about being back in bonnie Scotland.

Sixteen years. A lifetime.

She caught her breath. Surely, everything would be different. Everyone. People would’ve moved on with their lives … to other cities, maybe even other countries as she had. Not that she’d been given a choice in that matter. Nevertheless, her life had turned out well for the change.

But, she wasn’t here to rekindle friendships. Pushing a trolley laden with her baggage, she stepped outside to a gray monochrome sky. One thing had remained the same—the weather.

Sheltered beneath the roof overhang, she hailed a taxi. She had so missed these black London-style vehicles. Once she reached her hotel room, she’d need to call her mother—let her know her precious cargo, marked fragile, had arrived in one piece.

The fact that Rita Robinson hadn’t followed Skye across the globe was a miracle. At least her stepfather’s ill--health had one upside—it kept Mother home where she belonged. How Skye would enjoy these months of freedom out from under her mother’s thumb.

Snowflakes fell on the taxi driver’s dark jacket as he hopped out of the vehicle. He groaned. “Awnawsnaw.”

Amused at his protest, her lips curved. She’d forgotten how Glaswegians lowered the pitch of their voices and strung their words together in one sentence.

As he loaded her suitcases into the back of the vehicle, he chatted nonstop. All unintelligible to Skye. But hearing the patter again was good—it had been so long. Adjusting to this dialect would take time, however.

His accent made her think of her Da. She swallowed, blinking away moistness as she brushed the snow from her coat and slid onto the back seat. “Crowne Plaza Hotel, Congress Road,” she instructed as she sank against the worn leather and stared out the window, drinking in both familiar and unfamiliar sights.

They were in the city center within minutes. The armadillo-shaped Clyde Auditorium came into view, reminding Skye of her own Sydney Opera House back home where she’d wooed audiences during the past year. At least that’s what the tabloids reported.

But this was her big break into the global operatic scene. Phantom of the Opera. She had finally arrived.

Star of the show, her name in lights. First Glasgow, then Edinburgh. Finally, the Royal Albert Hall in London. This would be her year. It wasn’t every day a girl got the opportunity to portray Christine Daaé and sing with her angel of music.

She released a sigh. Once she’d had an angel of music, too. Her mind tumbled back to another world filled with song. Callum McGuire. What had become of him?

A smile touched her mouth as forgotten feelings filled her, warming her like a mug of hot chocolate. She savored the sweetness they left on her lips. 

Wonderful! How can readers find you on the Internet?

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It's always a pleasure to visit with you, Marion. I know my readers will want to get a copy of this book.

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VAIN EMPIRES - Brandilyn Collins - One Free Ebook

Readers, I’ve known Brandilyn for a long time, and her books automatically go to the top of my to-be-read pile as soon as I acquire them. You won’t want to miss any of them.

Welcome back, Brandilyn. As an author, I know it takes a lot of people to birth each book. Who were the people involved in the birthing of this book, and what were their contributions?

Every July, I host an authors retreat in my home. We call it our “Plot, Pray, and Play” retreat. There are eleven of us in total. We have been meeting in my home since 2003. The ten wonderful gals who come are: Robin Lee Hatcher, Gayle deSalles, Sharon Dunn, Tricia Goyer, Tamera Alexander, Francine Rivers, Janet Ulbright, Sandy Sheppard, Karen Ball, and Sunni Jeffers. We’re together from Thursday dinner to Monday morning. On Friday, Saturday, and Sunday we meet in 75-minute sessions. Each author gets a session in which she can present a book premise. Then the rest of us suggest ideas to help flesh out the plot and characters. Due to the story’s complexity, I presented Vain Empires to this group two years in a row. The novel would not be what it is without some of the ideas that arose from those sessions.

I’ve just enjoyed the pictures on Facebook from this year’s retreat. If you teach or speak. What’s coming up on your calendar?

Next up is the ACFW Conference in Nashville, in August. I am so blessed to serve as emcee and prayer room coordinator for this incredible conference.

And I’m sad to miss it again this year. At least, it’ll be close to me next year. If you had to completely start over in another place, where would you move, and why?

I can’t imagine moving away from our “paradise” home in north Idaho. We’re in the forest and at the lake, with incredible views and wildlife crossing our property every day. All the glories of nature here remind me daily of God’s creativity and love for this planet. That said, if I had to move, I’d go not to a place in itself, but toward family. So perhaps Kentucky, where I grew up and a lot of my family still lives.

If you could only tell aspiring novelists one thing, what would it be?

Writing fiction is a long, hard journey, whether you’re on the “pre” or “post” side of publishing. I find it gets harder, not easier. Make sure you love it. Make sure it’s where God wants you. Then pray your way through every day.

That’s so true, and you gave excellent advice. You’ve been asked to be in charge of a celebrity cruise. Who would you ask to take part, and why? (AS in what program, singers, etc. [it doesn’t have to be writing related])

I’d have singers! I so love music and find it the best way to worship. So I’d have groups like MercyMe and Casting Crowns. Plus gospel groups. LOVE gospel music! I’d also have some classic rock groups, like Kansas.

Music is a worship language for me, too. James and I are blessed that God is using us in other ways at a church that has a tremendous worship ministry with lots of songwriters who write music that is used around the world. I worship in paradise. Tell us about the featured book.

Vain Empires lies within my Seatbelt Suspense® brand—fast-paced, character-driven suspense with myriad twists and an interwoven thread of faith. However, it’s different from my other Seatbelt Suspense® novels. Instead of one main character, there are six. Chapters move from one character’s viewpoint to another. Also, Vain Empires is what I call a “thinking readers” novel. There’s a lot of surface plot, to be sure. And the twists—which readers are loving—go right to the end of the book. But there is just as much going on underneath the plot—in theme and symbolism. This novel ultimately is a story about judgment. What would a world look like that was only full of judgment and offered none of God’s mercy? How would the introduction of God’s mercy into such a world change the people—if they are willing to accept it? What can we learn about ourselves in looking at such a world?

Vain Empires is being highly reviewed on Amazon. Here are two example quotes:

“I read this book in one day. Now I'm thinking about reading it right away again. A first for me. It's that unique and engaging and well-written and thought-provoking.”

“The story was riveting and kept me guessing up to the end. It challenges the reader, too, to think about the ripple effect our actions cause in other's lives.”

Vain Empires back cover copy:

They were stuck on this remote island, all of them.

Trapped in this show.

No way to stop whatever came next.

No way at all.

Six people arrive on a remote island—contestants in the “reality show of the century,” Dream Prize. The winner will be the person who learns the most facts about the others and gains the most viewer votes. Sounds simple. But the three men and three women soon discover nothing is as expected. 

They are alone on the island. Cameras surround them, filming twenty-four hours a day. And their challenge? Discover which of the Seven Deadly Sins each contestant, including themselves, represents.

Turns out each person has a damning secret—one that could ruin his or her life. Those secrets are about to be revealed on live television.

And this is only the beginning of the twists in the game.

Multilayered in plot and rich with meaning, Vain Empires is a strong choice for book clubs. Discussion questions included.

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Vain Empires sells for $4.99 in ebook from all online retailers, and $14.99 in paper from Amazon. Go to the home page on my website for all order links: www.brandilyncollins.com. 

Please give us the first page of the book.

The Prologue is exactly one page:

THE stage stood ready. Waiting for victims.

Sickly light from a bare overhead bulb filtered through the underground room, revealing floor and walls of concrete blocks. Four gray metal folding chairs. A square table in the center, supporting a small computer screen. In one corner of the room sat a half-sized refrigerator, holding bottled water and food. It emitted a low hum. In the opposite corner was a narrow door leading to a tiny bathroom. The toilet flushed. The sink had running water.

A nice touch. The Dream Prize producer smiled.

Fresh air pumped into the room through a vent in the ceiling.

On the front wall was a thick wooden door. A certain button pushed would open and close its digital lock. Beyond the door rose eighteen stairs, also dimly lit. They led to a second heavy door, this at ground level. Its lock—controlled by a similar button.

In time, as one grew accustomed to the bunker’s low light, the round outline of an area cut high in the back wall would become visible. The hole was about three inches in diameter. What lay behind it was almost invisible yet deadly to the dreams of those trapped inside.

Sinners, they were, intent on hatching their vain empires. Sinners, all.

I’m eager to read this book. Where can we find you on the Internet?

You can read more about me, and the opening chapters of all my novels on my website, www.brandilyncollins.com. On Facebook I’m at www.facebook.com/brandilyncollinsseatbeltsuspense. 

Thank you, Brandilyn, for sharing this new book with us. It sounds amazing. I know my readers will be as eager as I am to read it.

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WHERE THERE'S SMOKE - Susan May Warren - One Free Ebook

Dear Readers, Susan May Warren and I first got acquainted online while her family were missionaries in Russia. I love missionaries and have many missionary friends in other countries. We also shared a love of writing. We met face to face at the first ACFW conference in a Kansas City hotel. I love Suzie, and I love her writing. I’ve watched her grow from that first novel written in Russia to a national bestseller. She loves to mentor other authors as much as I do. I’m eager to read this new series.

Welcome back, Susan. What genre(s) do you write and why?

I’ve been blessed to write in four major genres—Romantic Adventure/Suspense, Thrillers, Historical Romance, and Romantic-Comedy. I love to keep it fresh, to challenge myself as a writer and frankly, I just love reading all these genres, so writing in them allows me to do tons of research!

If you were to choose one superpower, what would it be?

Flying. Hands down.

Do you ever get stuck when you’re writing a book? What do you do to get unstuck?

Yes, of course! To get unstuck, I arm myself with a few key questions: What does my character want right now, and why? What stands in his/her way? What is the worst thing that could happen to them right now? What is their secret desire? Then I take these questions and call my writing partner, Rachel Hauck, or my in-house book doctor, my son, David (who works for me) and they can usually help me brainstorm my way out of the corner.

How great to have a child who can share your love of writing and help you. I raised a marvelous hairdresser, so my hair always looks good. What is your least favorite part of writing?

Wow. I have a love/hate relationship to every part. I love creating…but it’s exhausting. I love editing, but it’s tedious. I love research, but I get antsy to start writing, and I love promotion, but I’m eager to start on my next project!

If we came to your house for dinner, what would you prepare for us?

Either homemade pizza (which I’m pretty good at), or perhaps a crock pot pork chalupa, served over rice, with beans and lots of fresh veggies. Or, if I’ve been writing all day, steaks on the grill, a chopped salad.

I could eat the first one and the last one, but I can’t eat pork. They all sound yummy. What is your typical day like?

Up early, walk the dog, make coffee, have my quiet time, read the news (I read the Daily Skimm) then attack my email. I will then give feedback to student homework (I have an ongoing writing course, the Online Storycrafter Program). After that, I turn to my current writing project, whether it be writing a class, a book on how to write or my current novel. I usually end the day with some more email and perhaps some PR for an upcoming book. Hubs comes home around 7, so we usually eat late. I usually take a book to bed, and read a couple chapters before I go to sleep.

What is most difficult for you to write? Characters, conflict, or emotions? Why?

Probably the spiritual thread. I need to get that just right, so weaving that in correctly takes a lot thought and contemplation. It’s the core of the story, so it can’t be tacked on—it has to start on the first page, albeit subtly, and continue throughout the story with the right momentum and depth. I spend the most time on this aspect of the story.

How likely are the people you meet going to end up in your next book?

Not super likely unless you’re in a field that I’m writing about. But, I’m always watching people. More likely to end up in a book is a subject or big story question that I’ve read about recently.

Tell us about your hero. Give us one of his strengths and one of his weaknesses.

My hero in Where There’s Smoke is a man named Jed Ransom. He’s been the crew boss of a group of Hotshots for a number of years, and just recently got asked to lead a team of Smokejumpers whose boss (and six others) died in a terrible fire nine months prior. On this new team that Jed must lead is the daughter of the man who died, a woman who he’s been in love with for years. She’s a legendary smokejumper, very capable, but the last thing Jed can do is watch her jump into danger…

Jed is a complex character. On one hand, he admires and respects Kate—on the other, he feels like she is going to get hurt (it’s almost inevitable), and he doesn’t want to watch that happen. So, he has a lot of inner turmoil that comes out in how he reacts to her, not only when he first meets her, but later, as she joins the team. He was challenging to write because of his “two” minds—but then again, don’t we all have beliefs that seem to contradict? I love Jed because he’s capable and a great leader and still the guy who just wants to save the girl he loves.

Please give us the text on the first page of your first chapter.

She’d come three thousand miles to burn to death.

“Kate, if you don’t deploy right now, you’re going to die!”

Kate Burns could hear Jed, his voice muffling around in the back of her brain, but the roar of the fire simply had her by the throat. Three-hundred-foot flame lengths chewing up the pristine Alaskan wilderness, torching Fraser firs, white pines, black spruce. The blaze candled along the tops of the birch trees, the fire storm churning up its own wind.

It felt like that hand of God, reaching out to grab her in a paralyzing chokehold. It kept her brain from firing, from reacting to Jed’s words.

From reaching for her shake-and-bake fire shelter, folded and tucked in the pocket of her jump pants.

Because, what would it matter? They were in the green, a highly combustible area, and they’d bake to death under the thin tinfoil even if the fire didn’t scurry underneath and scorch them.

And that vivid picture had her knees buckling.

Her father would be so angry.

“Kate!”

Hands on her shoulders shook her, jerked her around. “Get your shelter on!”

Kate got a glimpse of Jed a second before he threw her to the ground. Face blackened, his eyes fierce, red bandanna pulled up over his nose. And balancing hard on a makeshift crutch she’d fashioned for him only hours before.

He looked like she felt—wrung out, broken, and on the edge of unraveling.

Except, he wasn’t standing still, waiting for the wall of flame to hit him. In fact, he had his shelter out, already unfurled, and now shook it over her. She fell to the ground, an old, dry riverbed, filled with gravel and rock, moss and brush. But, where he pushed her down, mostly sand and dirt.

 “Pin it down! Remember your training.”

Training. Oh—the three years as a hotshot—a wildland firefighter—and her last six weeks with the Midnight Sun Smokejumpers where, two weeks ago, she’d passed her final exam.

Don’t die. Her training boss said it as he’d handed her the Midnight Sun patch. Laughter. She’d grinned.

Jed landed in the dirt next to her, having apparently yanked her shelter from her pocket. He wrestled with it in the superheated winds, his teeth gritted as he yanked it down to the earth. Pinning it there with hands, elbows, knees, feet.

Except, in a flash that struck her in the heart, she knew the truth.

She might not die, but Jed Ransom didn’t have a prayer of holding down all four corners, not to mention the edges, of his shelter. Not with his injured leg.

Not with those bare hands.

Kate threw off her shelter and, in a second, it caught the wind and flew—no turning back now.

“What are you doing!”

She didn’t answer him as she rolled herself under his tinfoil, grabbing a corner, drawing it over her. She clamped down her side with her hand, elbow, and leg.

He caught on fast. Or maybe not as much as she’d hoped, because even as she nailed down the side with her limbs, he covered her upper body with his, protecting her.

She felt the length of his body against her, his powerful arms, honed from chopping through the dense forest, digging fire line with his fire ax, aka Pulaski. For a second, her heart just stopped with the sense of it. She’d spent the last decade wishing she might end up right here.

In Jed Ransom’s arms.

Hopefully right before he kissed her.

Except, maybe she’d omit the part where they would bake.

Jed secured the top of the shelter with his hands, the other side with his elbow, knee, his good leg.

Then, her helmet crushed next to his, he said in his low baritone, “Dig us a hole to breathe into.”

Outside, the fire cycloned around them, exploding through the trees into a storm of flame, the sound of it a locomotive ready to drive over them.

Kate started to shake as she clawed at the ground, scrubbing away pebbles and stone, finding the cool riverbed. She widened the hole for him, and his whiskers brushed her face as he fought to find cooler air.

“Deeper. We need to protect our faces.” He balanced his helmet on the rim of the hole, his breath on her skin as he turned to her. “We’re going to live, Kate, I promise.”

She longed to believe him.

The ‘shake and bake’ flapped, the fury of the fire starting to bake them. Sweat dripped down her face, saturated her body under her jumpsuit and turnout jacket.

And then Jed’s breathing caught. Tiny sounds, a deep groan as the heat began to sear his skin. But she couldn’t lift her head, because suddenly the fire washed over them, a wave of heat and flame and fury that made her press her face to the earth.

She didn’t know who screamed first.

Wow!!! What comes next??? Tell us about your next book and when is it being published?

The next book in the series, Playing With Fire, came out July 5th, and the third book, Burnin’ For You, hits the shelves August 2, 2016. It’s a summer trilogy that jumpstarts my next big novel, Wild Montana Skies, out in October.

Where can my readers find you online.

www.susanmaywarren.com

or, on facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/SusanMayWarrenFiction/

Thank you for having me!!

It’s my great pleasure to host you on my show, Susan May Warren. Always.

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Where There's Smoke: inspirational romantic suspense (Montana Fire Book 1)

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ANSWERING SARAH - Nancy Bolton - One Free Book

Welcome, Nancy. Tell us how much of yourself you write into your characters.

All of my characters have a little bit of me, and some have a bit more. I try to write my characters as deeply as I can, so many times I have to really dig into myself, my experiences, and what I understand about people in order to express the heart of the character and their conflicts and changes. It may sound funny, but sometimes they really surprise me, too!

That doesn’t surprise me at all. What is the quirkiest thing you have ever done?   

I don’t know if this is the quirkiest, but it’s up there with the top ones. Here’s what I did: My first son was the first grandchild for my parents. Oh, how they doted on him, and as soon as we showed up for a visit, they would start towards us, hands stretched out to receive the precious baby. I thought it was adorable. They insisted we come over every Sunday afternoon and do our laundry there and have dinner. I don’t know what got into me, but one time when we showed up for our weekly visit, I decided to tease them a little. The baby was asleep in the car seat, and I wrapped a small amount of laundry into one of my son’s blankets, cradled it in my arms and entered the house. As my parents approached, eyes alight, hands ready to receive the baby, I lobbed my bundle to them and said, “Here, catch.” They both shrieked and I had the bad taste to laugh at their appalled expressions. They quickly joined my laughter, relieved, after first giving me that parental look of disapproval. (I hope the reader doesn’t hate me now! But it still makes me chuckle at myself.)

When did you first discover that you were a writer?

I think I was around nine or so, and I wrote a short school essay about Abraham Lincoln, who I admired so much. It touched me when I wrote it, and I never forgot that. Soon after, I wrote my first poem just for myself, all about what the outdoors feels like after a rainstorm. I’ve loved writing since then.

Tell us the range of the kinds of books you enjoy reading.

Oh, goodness. Classics, fiction, non-fiction, biographies, memoirs, pretty much anything I find worth reading. What I don’t find worth reading are stories written for the sole purposes of being sensational, titillating, gory or gross.

How do you keep your sanity in our run, run, run world?

I make sure I get enough sleep, put time into my spiritual walk and relationship with God and my family, and I don’t eat much processed food or junk food. And I take nutritional supplements. All that helps a lot.

How do you choose your characters’ names?

Sometimes they just pop into my mind and most of the time they’re usually pretty common-type names for the area I live in. For one book, I used all the names of my nieces and nephews for the characters. Often, I name characters for people I know or have heard of. I try to stay away from names that are too hard to figure out how to say, so the reader doesn’t get slowed down. I know that happens to me sometimes when I read a book, and the name is so long or odd that I end up stopping to study it and wonder if I’m saying it right inside my head.

What is the accomplishment that you are most proud of?

My long marriage, and our five sons, and grandchildren. They light me up!

If you were an animal, which one would you be, and why?

I’d be a friendly kitty, docile but spunky. I think this is because I’ve always adored cats, and they are so sensitive and curious, two traits I’ve been told I have in a major way!

What is your favorite food?

Aged cheeses. Yum!

What is the problem with writing that was your greatest roadblock, and how did you overcome it?

My greatest roadblock was in the beginning phase of writing novels. I wrote as though I were explaining the story, and had way too much telling rather than showing. I joined ACFW, and the wonderful critiquers there helped me immeasurably. I would not be where I am without all of them and their patient, caring, and insightful advice.

Tell us about the featured book.

It takes place in the 1890’s in upstate NY. The main character is Sarah, who is coming of age, and whose family and community survived a fire nine years earlier. The way the fire changed their family still has an effect on Sarah, and when she falls in love with the new, young pastor, she finds herself going through internal changes she never expected. The story is told from her perspective as well as that of Mark, the pastor, who also goes through unexpected changes of his own. It’s been very popular with advance readers, and I really loved writing it.

Please give us the first page of the book.

This page is from the prologue which begins the story on the day of the fire when Sarah was nine.

Upstate New York

Summer, 1883

A rest in the shade was tempting, but one glance at the sunlit road ahead changed Sarah’s mind. She bumped her elbow on her little brother’s arm.

“Let’s play road-hop, Joe.” Now that she’d turned nine, the time for games would end soon enough. She had to fit some in whenever she could.

Joe made up the game last year and it fast became their favorite. They left the cool shelter under the pines to Ma and Pa and scampered out on the dirt road. The sun blistered the top of her head and its harsh rays highlighted every dried grass stalk and weed in the hard-baked ruts of the road. Dry heat shimmered up from the ground.

Sweat sprang out on her forehead. She should rest. They still had an uphill trek to get home from their visit to friends, followed by chores for all of them once they arrived. But she couldn’t resist having some fun.

What a long, dry summer. She and Joe spent their free time splashing in the creek at home, which was now a weak ribbon of its former strength, dwindling down in the daily onslaught of heat. It had to rain soon, Pa repeated every day, scanning the cloudless sky. Sarah was sure it would, since Pa said so.

Joe hopped on one foot, back and forth over the wagon ruts. A large clod of dirt crumbled into the rut along the edge of his planted foot, challenging his balance. Joe teetered on the edge while his arms sliced the air in erratic, frantic circles. The sight of that, coupled with his grimace and wide eyes made Sarah chortle and point at him.

Pa chuckled. Joe scowled at Sarah, regained his balance, and said, “Ha-ha. I didn’t fall.”

“Don’t tease each other, children.” Ma’s tone of admonishment made Sarah quench her giggles. But he looked so funny, and when they were alone, most of the enjoyment of the game was the teasing part while they tried to outdo each other.

“Sorry, Ma.” Joe hopped four more times and finally lost his balance. Both feet touched the ground while Joe huffed out an exasperated sigh.

Sarah clapped and jumped in delight. “My turn.”

How can readers find you on the Internet? 

Website Link:  http://boltonnancy.com/

Author Blog Link:   Group Blog

Author Facebook Link: Facebook Page

Author Twitter: On Twitter

Goodreads: Goodreads page

Thank you, Nancy, for sharing this book with us.

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Answering Sarah - paperback
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Comments question: Have you ever had a devastating fire?

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A BEAUTY REFINED - Tracie Peterson - One Free Book on This Blog, Plus More

Dear Readers, I loved Tracie Peterson’s books when we both wrote for Heartsong, way back at the beginning. Then she became the Heartsong’s acquisition editor for the already published authors. I met her at the first ever American Christian Fiction Writers conference, and loved her and her husband Jim. I’ve attended two of her writers’ retreats here in Texas. And I’ve continued to love her books.

Welcome back, Tracie. How did you come up with the idea for this story?

A Beauty Refined was a story idea that came to me after reading about the Broadwater Hotel and Natatorium in Helena, Montana. The place isn’t there anymore, but it was designed to be this wonderful spa getaway that they hoped would entice the royal heads of Europe. Sadly, no one really thought about how hard it was to get to Helena Montana in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s.

If you were planning a party with Christian authors of contemporary fiction, what six people would you invite and why?

Oh goodness, that’s a really hard question. I wouldn’t want to limit it to six. I know so many great authors Debbie Macomber, Karen Kingsbury, DiAnn Mills, Kimberley and Kayla Woodhouse and so many more. What fun that would be and of course, you would need to be there too, Lena.

Thank you for including me. I’d love to be with you and those authors. Now let’s do that for a party for Christian authors of historical fiction, what six people would you invite and why?

Again, such a hard choice to limit to six. There are some truly amazing historical authors out there like Judith Miller, Cathy Marie Hake, Jen Turano, Elizabeth Camden, Liz Curtis Higgs and Bodie Thone. The list just goes on and on. I’m friends with so many of these great ladies and we always have fun when we get together.

I know what you mean. My friendships with you and so many other authors have enriched my life so much. 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?

I still have trouble getting people to realize that I have a real job. Writing fiction takes a lot of time and attention to detail—especially historicals. Sometimes people think that just because you work from home—you’re not really working and I often have to just turn off the phone.

Tell us about the featured book.

A Beauty Refined is set in the early 1900’s in Helena, Montana. The heroine is a beautiful, German woman who grew up without her mother. Her father is a harsh man, but generally generous toward the heroine. However, he has a bevy of secrets he’s keeping and as these begin to unravel, the heroine finds her life threatened and only the hero can see her through. The hero is a lapidary who cuts and refines the Yogo sapphires. He has his own secrets and finds giving his heart and trust to be very difficult.

Please give us the first page of the novel.

Helena, Montana, June 1907

"I'm quite certain you will find these rooms to be to your liking, Count Von Bergen," a young bellman declared as he ushered the Von Bergen party into a suite of rooms. "The Broadwater Hotel has only recently been reopened, and we've worked hard to make it an appealing and welcoming retreat."

Phoebe Von Bergen glanced around the large sitting area. The wood floors had been polished to perfection. Colorful carpets, mostly Turkish or Wilton velvet, were places in strategic order to offer beauty and comfort while complementing the dark wood beneath them. God and blue silk velvet draperies framed wood-trimmed windows of beveled glass, and cascaded to brush the floor. The room was decorated with expensive pieces of cherry, mahogany, and walnut furniture, as well as statuettes and other bric-a-brac to enrich the surroundings. The fireplace mantel held several books, which Phoebe promised herself she'd investigate at a later time.

"The door opens to your bedchamber," the young man announced as he opened one of the doors in the room.

How can readers find you on the Internet?

www.traciepeterson.com

www.Facebook.com/AuthorTraciePeterson

Little does Phoebe know that her father's plans—for the sapphires and his daughter—are not what they seem. 

If you love historical fiction, romance, and adventure, don't miss Tracie Peterson's A Beauty Refined. When Phoebe meets Ian, everything changes. Yet the more he gets to know her, the more he realizes that her family story is based on a lie—a lie she has no knowledge of. And Ian believes he knows the only path that will lead her to freedom.

Join Tracie in celebrating the release of A Beauty Refined by entering to win her Precious Gems giveaway (details below) and by attending her author chat party on August 9!

 

One grand prize winner will receive:

• One copy of A Beauty Refined
• A sapphire jewelry set

Enter today by clicking the icon below. But hurry, the giveaway ends on 8/9. The winner will be announced at A Beauty Refined Facebook party. RSVP for a chance to connect with Tracie and fellow fans of historical fiction, as well as for a chance to win other prizes!

RSVP today and spread the word—tell your friends about the giveaway via FACEBOOK, TWITTER, or PINTEREST and increase your chances of winning. Hope to see you on the 9th!

Thank you, Tracie, for sharing this new book with us. I know my readers are eager to read it.  

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A Beauty Refined - Christianbook.com
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